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(1, 1, 'Helen realised that she had walked too far just as day–light was beginning to fade.\r\n\r\nAs she looked around her, she was struck by the desolation of the country. During her long walk, she had met no one, and had passed no cottage. The high–banked lanes, which blocked her view, were little better than steep mudslides. On either side of her rose the hills—barren sepia mounds, blurred by a fine spit of rain.\r\n\r\nOver all hung a heavy sense of expectancy, as though the valley awaited some disaster. In the distance—too far away to be even a threat—rumbled faint, lumpy sounds of thunder.\r\n\r\nFortunately Helen was a realist, used to facing hard economic facts, and not prone to self–pity. Of soaring spirit, yet possessed of sound common sense, she believed that those thinly–veiled pitfalls over hell—heaviness of body and darkness of spirit—could be explained away by liver or atmosphere.\r\n\r\nSmall and pale as a slip of crescent moon, she was only redeemed from insignificance by her bush of light–red springy hair. But, in spite of her unostentatious appearance, she throbbed with a passion \r\nfor life, expressed in an expectancy of the future, which made her welcome each fresh day, and shred its interest from every hour and minute.\r\n\r\nAs a child, she pestered strangers to tell her the time, not from a mere dull wish to know whether it were early or late, but from a specialised curiosity to see their watches. This habit persisted when she had to earn her own living under the roofs of fortunate people who possessed houses of their own.\r\n\r\nHer one dread was being out of work. She could estimate, therefore, the scores of replies which had probably been received as a result of the advertisement for a lady–help at Professor Warren''s country house; and, as soon as she arrived at the Summit, she realised that its very loneliness had helped to remove her from the ranks of the unemployed.\r\n\r\nIt was tucked away in a corner, somewhere at the union of three counties, on the border–line between England and Wales. The nearest town was twenty–two miles away—the nearest village, twelve. No maid would stay at such a forsaken pocket—a pocket with a hole in it—through which dribbled a chronic shrinkage of domestic labour.\r\n\r\nMrs. Oates, who, with her husband, helped to fill the breach, summed up the situation to Helen, when they met, by appointment, at the Ladies Waiting Room, at Hereford.\r\n\r\n"I told Miss Warren as she''d have to get a lady. No one else would put up with it."\r\nHelen agreed that ladies were a drug in the market. She had enjoyed some months of enforced leisure, and was only too grateful for the security of any home, after weeks of stringent economy—since "starvation" is a word not found in a lady''s vocabulary. Apart from the essential loneliness of the locality, it was an excellent post, for she had not only a nice room and good food, but she took her meals with the family.\r\n\r\nThe last fact counted, with her, for more than a gesture of consideration, since it gave her the chance to study her employers. She was lucky in being able to project herself into their lives, for she could rarely afford a seat at the Pictures, and had to extract her entertainment from the raw material of life.\r\n\r\nThe Warren family possessed some of the elements of drama. The Professor, who was a widow, and his sister and housekeeper—Miss Warren—were middle–aged to elderly. Helen classified them as definite types, academic, frigid, and well–bred, but otherwise devoid of the vital human interest.\r\n\r\nTheir step–mother, however, old Lady Warren—the invalid in the blue room—was of richer mould. Blood and mud had been used in her mixture, and the whole was churned up, thrice daily, by a dose of evil temper. She was the terror of the household; only yesterday, she had flung a basin of gruel at her nurse''s head.\r\n\r\nIt had been her natural and ladylike protest against this substitute for the rare steak, which she preferred, but was unable to chew. As her aim was excellent, it had achieved the desired result; that morning Oates had driven the departing nurse into the town, and was coming back, in the evening, with a fresh target.\r\n\r\nHelen, who had not yet been brought into contact with the old lady, rather admired her spirit. The household was waiting for her to die, but she still called the tune. Every morning, Death knocked politely on the door of the blue room; and Lady Warren saluted him in her customary fashion, with a thumb to her nose.\r\n\r\nBesides this low–comedy relief, Helen suspected the triangle situation, as represented by the Professor''s son, his daughter–in–law, and the resident pupil, whom the Professor was coaching for the Indian Civil Service. The son—a clever, ugly youth—was violently and aggressively in love with his wife, Simone. She was an unusually attractive girl, with money of her own, and a wanton streak in her composition.\r\n\r\nTo put it mildly, she was an experimentalist with men. At present, she was plainly trying to make sentimental history with the pupil, Stephen Rice—a good–looking casual young sprig, rejected of Oxford. Helen liked him instinctively, and hoped he would continue to resist the lady.\r\n\r\nAlthough her curiosity hovered around the Summit and its inmates, her duties were her chief interest. The reminder that she had a new job to hold down made her pull a face as she glanced at her watch.\r\n\r\nAlready the first shadows were beginning to stir, as prelude to the short interlude between the lights. Very soon it would be dark.\r\n\r\nA long walk stretched between her and the Summit. She could see it, in the distance, blocked with solid assurance, against the background of shrouded hills. But, dividing them, yawned a bowl of empty country, which dipped down for about a mile, into a tree–lined hollow, before it climbed up a corresponding slope, to the young plantation on its crest.\r\n\r\nIn spite of her stoicism, Helen''s heart sank faintly at the prospect of re–passing through that choked dell. Since she had come to the Summit, she had been struck by the density of the surrounding undergrowth. When she looked out of the windows, at twilight, the evergreen shrubs on the lawn seemed actually to move and advance closer to the walls, as though they were pioneers in a creeping invasion.\r\n\r\nFeeling secure as in a fortress, she enjoyed the contrast between the witched garden and the solid house, cheerful with lights and voices. She was inside and safe. But now, she was outside, and nearly two miles away.\r\n\r\n"Idiot" she told herself, "it''s not late. It''s only dark. Scram."\r\n\r\nAs she was denied the employer''s privilege of abuse, she got even by saying exactly what she liked to herself. She whipped up her courage by calling herself a choice collection of names, as she began to run cautiously, slipping on the slimy camber of the lane, since the rutted middle was too stony for safety.\r\n\r\nShe kept her eyes fixed on her goal, which seemed to be sinking gradually into the ground, as she dipped lower and lower. Just before she lost sight of it, a light gleamed out in the window of the blue room.\r\n\r\nIt seemed to her a signal, calling her back to a special duty. Every evening, at twilight, she had to go around the house, locking the doors and putting the shutters over the windows. Hitherto, she had derided the job as the limit of precaution; but, here, in the tenebrous solitude, it assumed an unpleasant significance.\r\n\r\nThere was a connection between it and a certain atmosphere of tension—excitement in the kitchen, whispers in the drawing–room—which emanated from a background of murder.\r\n\r\nMurder. Helen shied instinctively at the word. Her mind was too healthy to regard crime other than fiction, which turned newspapers into the sensational kind of reading–matter, which is sold on Railway Station bookstalls. It was impossible to believe that these tragedies happened to real people.\r\n\r\nShe forced herself to think of a safer subject.\r\n\r\n"Suppose I won the Irish Sweep."\r\n\r\nBut, as the lane dropped deeper, its steep banks shutting out the light, she discovered that she had a mind above mere supposititious wealth. Simple pleasures appealed to her more at that moment—the safety of the kitchen at the Summit, with Mrs. Oates and the ginger cat for company, and dripping–toast for tea.\r\n\r\nShe made another start.\r\n"Suppose I won the Irish Sweep. Someone''s got to win. Out of all the millions of people in the world, a few people are marked out to win fortunes. Staggering."\r\n\r\nUnfortunately, the thought introduced another equally stupendous.\r\n\r\n"Yes. And out of all the millions of people who die in their beds, a few are marked out to be murdered."\r\n\r\nShe switched off the current of her thoughts, for before her, crouched the black mouth of the hollow.\r\n\r\nWhen she had crossed it, earlier in the afternoon, she had been chiefly concerned in picking out a fairly dry passage over the rich black mould formed by leaf–deposits. She had only marked it down as a sheltered spot in which to search for early primroses.\r\n\r\nBut the promise of spring was now only a mockery. As she advanced, the place seemed an area of desolation and decay, with wind–falls for crops. In this melancholy trough—choked with seasonal litter—sound was reduced to furtive rustles; light was shrunken to a dark miasma, through which trees loomed with the semblance of men.\r\n\r\nSuddenly, murder ceased to be a special fiction of the Press. It became real—a menace and a monstrosity.\r\n\r\nHelen could no longer control her thoughts, as she remembered what Mrs. Oates had told her about the crimes. There were four of them—credibly the work of some maniac, whose chosen victims were girls. The first two murders were committed in the town, which was too far away from the Summit for the inmates to worry. The third took place in a village, but still comfortably remote. The last girl was strangled in a lonely country–house, within a five–mile radius of Professor Warren''s residence.\r\n\r\nIt was an uncomfortable reminder that the maniac was growing bolder with success. Each time he penetrated closer into the privacy of his victim.\r\n\r\n"The first time, it was just a street–murder," thought Helen. "Then, he hid in a garden. After that, he went inside a house. And then—right upstairs. You ought to feel safe there."\r\n\r\nAlthough she was determined not to yield to panic, and run, she ceased to pick her way between cart–ruts tilled with water, but plunged recklessly into muddy patches, whose suction glugged at the soles of her shoes. She had reached the densest part of the grove, where the trees intergrew in stunting overcrowding.\r\n\r\nTo her imagination, the place was suggestive of evil. Tattered leaves still hung to bare boughs, unpleasantly suggestive of rags of decaying flesh fluttering from a gibbet. A sluggish stream was clogged with dead leaves. Derelict litter of broken boots and rusty tins cropped out of a rank growth of docks and nettles, to mark a tramp''s camping–place.\r\n\r\nAgain Helen thought of the murders.\r\n\r\n"It''s coming nearer—and nearer. Nearer to us." \r\nSuddenly, she wondered if she were being followed. As she stopped to listen, the hollow seemed to be murmurous with faint sounds—the whisper of shrivelled leaves, the snapping of twigs, the chuckles of dripping water.\r\n\r\nIt was possible to fancy anything. Although she knew that, if she ran, her imagination would gallop away with her, she rushed across the soft ground, collecting poultices of mud on the soles of her boots.\r\n\r\nHer heart was pounding when the opposite lane reared itself in front of her, like the wall of a house. The steepness however proved deceptive, for, around the first bend, it doubled, like a crooked arm, to relieve the steepness of the gradient.\r\n\r\nOnce more, Helen''s normal courage returned, for her watch told her that she had won her race against time. The precious new job was safe. Her legs ached as she toiled upwards, but she cheered herself by the reminders that a merry heart goes all the way—that the longest lane has a turning—that every step was bringing her nearer home. Presently she reached the top of the rise, and entered the plantation, which was thinly planted with young firs and larches, and carpeted with fallen needles. At its thickest part, she could see through it, and, suddenly, she caught sight of the Summit.\r\n\r\nIt was no longer a distant silhouette, but was so close that she could distinguish the colour of the window–curtains in the blue room. The vegetable garden sloped down to the wall which bounded the plantation, and a coil of rising smoke, together with a cheerful whistle told her that the gardener was on the other side, making a bonfire. At the sight of her goal, Helen slackened her pace. Now that it was over, her escapade seemed an adventure, so that she felt reluctant to return to dull routine. Very soon, she would be going round, locking up in readiness for Curfew. It sounded dull, for she had forgotten that, in the darkness of the hollow, she realised the significance of a barred bedroom window.\r\n\r\nThe rising wind spattered her face with rain, and increased her sense of rebellion against four walls and a roof. She told herself that it was blowing up for a dirty night, as she walked towards the front gate.\r\n\r\nAt its end, the plantation thinned down to a single avenue of trees, through which she could see the stone posts of the entrance to the Summit, and the laurels of the drive. As she watched, fresh lights glowed through the drawing–room windows.\r\n\r\nIt was the promise of tea—calling her home. She was on the point of breaking into a run, when her heart gave a sudden leap.\r\n\r\nShe was positive that the furthest tree had moved.\r\n\r\nShe stopped and looked at it more closely, only to conclude that her fancy had tricked her. It was lifeless and motionless, like the rest. Yet there was something about its shape—some slight distortion of the trunk—which filled her with vague distrust.\r\n\r\nIt was not a question of logic—she only knew that she did not want to pass that special tree.\r\n\r\nAs she lingered, in hesitation, her early training asserted itself. She began to earn her living, at the age of fourteen, by exercising the dogs of the wealthy. As these rich dogs were better–fed, and stronger than herself, they often tried to control a situation, so she was used to making quick decisions.\r\n\r\nIn this instance, her instinct dictated a short way home, which involved a diagonal cut across boggy ground, through a patch of briars, and over the garden wall.\r\n\r\nShe carried through her programme, in the minimum of time, and with little material damage, but complete loss of dignity. After a safe, but earthy, landing in the cabbage–bed, she walked around to the front door. With her latch key in the lock, she turned, for a last look at the plantation, visible through the gates.\r\n\r\nShe was just in time to see the last tree split into two, as a man slipped from behind its trunk, and disappeared into the shadow.', 2, NULL),
(17, 1, '    ''Wooed and married and a''.''\r\n\r\n''Edith!'' said Margaret, gently, ''Edith!''\r\n\r\nBut, as Margaret half suspected, Edith had fallen asleep. She lay curled up on the sofa in the back drawing–room in Harley Street, looking very lovely in her white muslin and blue ribbons. If Titania had ever been dressed in white muslin and blue ribbons, and had fallen asleep on a crimson damask sofa in a back drawing–room, Edith might have been taken for her. Margaret was struck afresh by her cousin''s beauty. They had grown up together from childhood, and all along Edith had been remarked upon by every one, except Margaret, for her prettiness; but Margaret had never thought about it until the last few days, when the prospect of soon losing her companion seemed to give force to every sweet quality and charm which Edith possessed. They had been talking about wedding dresses, and wedding ceremonies; and Captain Lennox, and what he had told Edith about her future life at Corfu, where his regiment was stationed; and the difficulty of keeping a piano in good tune (a difficulty which Edith seemed to consider as one of the most formidable that could befall her in her married life), and what gowns she should want in the visits to Scotland, which would immediately succeed her marriage; but the whispered tone had latterly become more drowsy; and Margaret, after a pause of a few minutes, found, as she fancied, that in spite of the buzz in the next room, Edith had rolled herself up into a soft ball of muslin and ribbon, and silken curls, and gone off into a peaceful little after–dinner nap.\r\n\r\nMargaret had been on the point of telling her cousin of some of the plans and visions which she entertained as to her future life in the country parsonage, where her father and mother lived; and where her bright holidays had always been passed, though for the last ten years her aunt Shaw''s house had been considered as her home. But in default of a listener, she had to brood over the change in her life silently as heretofore. It was a happy brooding, although tinged with regret at being separated for an indefinite time from her gentle aunt and dear cousin. As she thought of the delight of filling the important post of only daughter in Helstone parsonage, pieces of the conversation out of the next room came upon her ears. Her aunt Shaw was talking to the five or six ladies who had been dining there, and whose husbands were still in the dining–room. They were the familiar acquaintances of the house; neighbours whom Mrs. Shaw called friends, because she happened to dine with them more frequently than with any other people, and because if she or Edith wanted anything from them, or they from her, they did not scruple to make a call at each other''s houses before luncheon. These ladies and their husbands were invited, in their capacity of friends, to eat a farewell dinner in honour of Edith''s approaching marriage. Edith had rather objected to this arrangement, for Captain Lennox was expected to arrive by a late train this very evening; but, although she was a spoiled child, she was too careless and idle to have a very strong will of her own, and gave way when she found that her mother had absolutely ordered those extra delicacies of the season which are always supposed to be efficacious against immoderate grief at farewell dinners. She contented herself by leaning back in her chair, merely playing with the food on her plate, and looking grave and absent; while all around her were enjoying the mots of Mr. Grey, the gentleman who always took the bottom of the table at Mrs. Shaw''s dinner parties, and asked Edith to give them some music in the drawing–room. Mr. Grey was particularly agreeable over this farewell dinner, and the gentlemen staid down stairs longer than usual. It was very well they did—to judge from the fragments of conversation which Margaret overheard.', 3, NULL),
(18, 1, '''By the soft green light in the woody glade,\r\nOn the banks of moss where thy childhood played;\r\nBy the household tree, thro'' which thine eye\r\nFirst looked in love to the summer sky.''\r\nMRS. HEMANS.\r\n\r\nMargaret was once more in her morning dress, travelling quietly home with her father, who had come up to assist at the wedding. Her mother had been detained at home by a multitude of half–reasons, none of which anybody fully understood, except Mr. Hale, who was perfectly aware that all his arguments in favour of a grey satin gown, which was midway between oldness and newness, had proved unavailing; and that, as he had not the money to equip his wife afresh, from top to toe, she would not show herself at her only sister''s only child''s wedding. If Mrs. Shaw had guessed at the real reason why Mrs. Hale did not accompany her husband, she would have showered down gowns upon her; but it was nearly twenty years since Mrs. Shaw had been the poor, pretty Miss Beresford, and she had really forgotten all grievances except that of the unhappiness arising from disparity of age in married life, on which she could descant by the half–hour. Dearest Maria had married the man of her heart, only eight years older than herself, with the sweetest temper, and that blue–black hair one so seldom sees. Mr. Hale was one of the most delightful preachers she had ever heard, and a perfect model of a parish priest. Perhaps it was not quite a logical deduction from all these premises, but it was still Mrs. Shaw''s characteristic conclusion, as she thought over her sister''s lot: ''Married for love, what can dearest Maria have to wish for in this world?'' Mrs. Hale, if she spoke truth, might have answered with a ready–made list, ''a silver–grey glace silk, a white chip bonnet, oh! dozens of things for the wedding, and hundreds of things for the house.'' Margaret only knew that her mother had not found it convenient to come, and she was not sorry to think that their meeting and greeting would take place at Helstone parsonage, rather than, during the confusion of the last two or three days, in the house in Harley Street, where she herself had had to play the part of Figaro, and was wanted everywhere at one and the same time. Her mind and body ached now with the recollection of all she had done and said within the last forty–eight hours. The farewells so hurriedly taken, amongst all the other good–byes, of those she had lived with so long, oppressed her now with a sad regret for the times that were no more; it did not signify what those times had been, they were gone never to return. Margaret''s heart felt more heavy than she could ever have thought it possible in going to her own dear home, the place and the life she had longed for for years—at that time of all times for yearning and longing, just before the sharp senses lose their outlines in sleep. She took her mind away with a wrench from the recollection of the past to the bright serene contemplation of the hopeful future. Her eyes began to see, not visions of what had been, but the sight actually before her; her dear father leaning back asleep in the railway carriage. His blue–black hair was grey now, and lay thinly over his brows. The bones of his face were plainly to be seen—too plainly for beauty, if his features had been less finely cut; as it was, they had a grace if not a comeliness of their own. The face was in repose; but it was rather rest after weariness, than the serene calm of the countenance of one who led a placid, contented life. Margaret was painfully struck by the worn, anxious expression; and she went back over the open and avowed circumstances of her father''s life, to find the cause for the lines that spoke so plainly of habitual distress and depression.\r\n\r\n''Poor Frederick!'' thought she, sighing. ''Oh! if Frederick had but been a clergyman, instead of going into the navy, and being lost to us all! I wish I knew all about it. I never understood it from Aunt Shaw; I only knew he could not come back to England because of that terrible affair. Poor dear papa! how sad he looks! I am so glad I am going home, to be at hand to comfort him and mamma.', 9, NULL),
(19, 1, '''Learn to win a lady''s faith\r\nNobly, as the thing is high;\r\nBravely, as for life and death—\r\nWith a loyal gravity.\r\nLead her from the festive boards,\r\nPoint her to the starry skies,\r\nGuard her, by your truthful words,\r\nPure from courtship''s flatteries.''\r\nMRS. BROWNING.\r\n\r\n''Mr. Henry Lennox.'' Margaret had been thinking of him only a moment before, and remembering his inquiry into her probable occupations at home. It was ''parler du soleil et l''on en voit les rayons;'' and the brightness of the sun came over Margaret''s face as she put down her board, and went forward to shake hands with him. ''Tell mamma, Sarah,'' said she. ''Mamma and I want to ask you so many questions about Edith; I am so much obliged to you for coming.''\r\n\r\n''Did not I say that I should?'' asked he, in a lower tone than that in which she had spoken. ''But I heard of you so far away in the Highlands that I never thought Hampshire could come in.\r\n\r\n''Oh!'' said he, more lightly, ''our young couple were playing such foolish pranks, running all sorts of risks, climbing this mountain, sailing on that lake, that I really thought they needed a Mentor to take care of them. And indeed they did; they were quite beyond my uncle''s management, and kept the old gentleman in a panic for sixteen hours out of the twenty–four. Indeed, when I once saw how unfit they were to be trusted alone, I thought it my duty not to leave them till I had seen them safely embarked at Plymouth.''\r\n\r\n''Have you been at Plymouth? Oh! Edith never named that. To be sure, she has written in such a hurry lately. Did they really sail on Tuesday?''\r\n\r\n''Really sailed, and relieved me from many responsibilities. Edith gave me all sorts of messages for you. I believe I have a little diminutive note somewhere; yes, here it is.''\r\n\r\n''Oh! thank you,'' exclaimed Margaret; and then, half wishing to read it alone and unwatched, she made the excuse of going to tell her mother again (Sarah surely had made some mistake) that Mr. Lennox was there.\r\n\r\nWhen she had left the room, he began in his scrutinising way to look about him. The little drawing–room was looking its best in the streaming light of the morning sun. The middle window in the bow was opened, and clustering roses and the scarlet honeysuckle came peeping round the corner; the small lawn was gorgeous with verbenas and geraniums of all bright colours. But the very brightness outside made the colours within seem poor and faded. The carpet was far from new; the chintz had been often washed; the whole apartment was smaller and shabbier than he had expected, as back–ground and frame–work for Margaret, herself so queenly. He took up one of the books lying on the table; it was the Paradiso of Dante, in the proper old Italian binding of white vellum and gold; by it lay a dictionary, and some words copied out in Margaret''s hand–writing. They were a dull list of words, but somehow he liked looking at them. He put them down with a sigh.\r\n\r\n''The living is evidently as small as she said. It seems strange, for the Beresfords belong to a good family.''\r\n\r\nMargaret meanwhile had found her mother. It was one of Mrs. Hale''s fitful days, when everything was a difficulty and a hardship; and Mr. Lennox''s appearance took this shape, although secretly she felt complimented by his thinking it worth while to call.\r\n\r\n''It is most unfortunate! We are dining early to–day, and having nothing but cold meat, in order that the servants may get on with their ironing; and yet, of course, we must ask him to dinner—Edith''s brother–in–law and all. And your papa is in such low spirits this morning about something—I don''t know what. I went into the study just now, and he had his face on the table, covering it with his hands. I told him I was sure Helstone air did not agree with him any more than with me, and he suddenly lifted up his head, and begged me not to speak a word more against Helstone, he could not bear it; if there was one place he loved on earth it was Helstone. But I am sure, for all that, it is the damp and relaxing air.''', 10, NULL),
(20, 1, '''Cast me upon some naked shore,\r\nWhere I may tracke\r\nOnly the print of some sad wracke,\r\nIf thou be there, though the seas roare,\r\nI shall no gentler calm implore.''\r\nHABINGTON.\r\n\r\nHe was gone. The house was shut up for the evening. No more deep blue skies or crimson and amber tints. Margaret went up to dress for the early tea, finding Dixon in a pretty temper from the interruption which a visitor had naturally occasioned on a busy day. She showed it by brushing away viciously at Margaret''s hair, under pretence of being in a great hurry to go to Mrs. Hale. Yet, after all, Margaret had to wait a long time in the drawing–room before her mother came down. She sat by herself at the fire, with unlighted candles on the table behind her, thinking over the day, the happy walk, happy sketching, cheerful pleasant dinner, and the uncomfortable, miserable walk in the garden.\r\n\r\nHow different men were to women! Here was she disturbed and unhappy, because her instinct had made anything but a refusal impossible; while he, not many minutes after he had met with a rejection of what ought to have been the deepest, holiest proposal of his life, could speak as if briefs, success, and all its superficial consequences of a good house, clever and agreeable society, were the sole avowed objects of his desires. Oh dear! how she could have loved him if he had but been different, with a difference which she felt, on reflection, to be one that went low—deep down. Then she took it into her head that, after all, his lightness might be but assumed, to cover a bitterness of disappointment which would have been stamped on her own heart if she had loved and been rejected.\r\n\r\nHer mother came into the room before this whirl of thoughts was adjusted into anything like order. Margaret had to shake off the recollections of what had been done and said through the day, and turn a sympathising listener to the account of how Dixon had complained that the ironing–blanket had been burnt again; and how Susan Lightfoot had been seen with artificial flowers in her bonnet, thereby giving evidence of a vain and giddy character. Mr. Hale sipped his tea in abstracted silence; Margaret had the responses all to herself. She wondered how her father and mother could be so forgetful, so regardless of their companion through the day, as never to mention his name. She forgot that he had not made them an offer.\r\n\r\nAfter tea Mr. Hale got up, and stood with his elbow on the chimney–piece, leaning his head on his hand, musing over something, and from time to time sighing deeply. Mrs. Hale went out to consult with Dixon about some winter clothing for the poor. Margaret was preparing her mother''s worsted work, and rather shrinking from the thought of the long evening, and wishing bed–time were come that she might go over the events of the day again.', 11, NULL),
(29, 1, 'The stories you are about to read are the product of a very special project sponsored by the Goodreads M/M Romance group-the online community for readers who love to read about men in love (Male/Male).\n\nThe group moderators issued an invitation for members to choose a photo and pen a Letter to Santa asking for a short M/M romance story inspired by the image; authors from the group were encouraged to select a letter and write an original tale.\n\nThe result was an outpouring of creativity that shined a spotlight on the special bond between M/M romance writers and the people who love what they do. This book is an anthology of those letters and stories.\n\nWhether you are an avid M/M romance reader or new to the genre, you are in for a delicious treat. So sit back, relax and enjoy Stuff My Stocking: M/M Romance Stories that are Nice and… Naughty.', 19, NULL),
(30, 1, 'The best things in life, including this ebook, are free.  It is distributed as a gift to M/M Romance readers and should not be offered for sale. Each story appears courtesy of its respective author and should not be reproduced without express written consent from the author. If you’d like to write the authors for consent (or any other reason, we’re not judging) contact information can be found at the end of each story.\r\n\r\nThe cover photo has been licensed for this ebook, but the original photos that inspired the stories are not. Therefore, a written description of each image is provided. If you’d like to see the real deal, please feel free to join the Goodreads M/M Romance group (www.goodreads.com) and visit the discussion section:*HOLIDAY STORIES* NSFW.\r\n\r\nThis ebook is published by the M/M Romance Group and is not directly endorsed by or affiliated with Goodreads Inc.\r\n\r\nThe stories in this collection are sexually explicit and intended for adult readers; so consider yourself warned… and lucky.', 20, NULL),
(31, 1, 'First and foremost, this anthology is dedicated to Lori B., better known as Moderatrix Lori, the devoted leader of the Goodreads M/M Romance group. In 2009, Lori stumbled upon a niche genre reading group with less than a dozen participants and turned it into the epicenter for M/M Romance readers with nearly 2,000 members. Her vision transformed a simple book club into a thriving online community, where people from all walks of life and all over the world, can come together to exchange ideas, make friends and indulge in their love of books. This book is dedicated to Lori because she is dedicated to us.\r\n\r\nOf course Lori would have had a nervous breakdown long ago if it wasn’t for her equally devoted co-moderators Jen McJ and Jason B. Each and every day they selflessly volunteer their time, talent, patience and wit to make the Goodreads M/M Romance group hum. This book is dedicated to Jen and Jason just because they rock.\r\n\r\nFinally, this book is dedicated to all the authors who put pen to paper (or more accurately fingers to keys) and created the wonderful original stories you are about to read. Thank you.', 21, NULL),
(32, 1, 'A SHINY NEW TOY by M.J. O''Shea <br>\r\n\r\nTHICK AS THIEVES by Brian Jackson <br>\r\n\r\nLEAKING PIPES by Deanna Wadsworth<br>\r\n\r\nCHRISTMAS IN THE SANDBOX by Missy Welsh<br>\r\n\r\nCRYING WOLF by Jade Archer<br>\r\n\r\nTHE NEW MAN''S ARMY by Michael S.<br>', 22, NULL);
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(33, 1, 'Dear Santa,\r\n\r\nI have been trying to get my best friend to notice me as more for months. I want to stuff his stocking with all sorts of naughty toys to help him realize how perfect we would be together. Perhaps a cock ring and/or anal beads. Please help me to figure out just what buttons to press to get him to take that step forward. Thanks!\r\n\r\nMerry Christmas\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n{PHOTO INSERT:  Two smiling college guys stare into the camera. They are shirtless, barefoot and wearing jeans. One of the guys is carrying the other piggyback style..}\r\n\r\n***************************\r\n\r\n “Ouch! Shit!”\r\n\r\nJames started hopping up and down on the sand, one foot in his hand. A piece of glass was lodged right in his arch. He’d slammed down on it pretty hard, running to get the volleyball that Quinn had launched over the net at warp speed. James lost his balance and fell in the sand, injured foot high in the air.\r\n\r\n“What’s the matter, dude?”\r\n\r\nJames’ best and oldest friend came jogging towards him, folding gracefully under the volleyball net and sinking to his knees. Even through his pain, James’ breath caught in his throat when Quinn leaned closer. He was hot from their game and the unseasonable warmth. He smelled like sun and sweat and like Quinn. Sexy and familiar.\r\n\r\nJesus. Knock it off. James squeezed his eyes shut for a second; partially because his foot really did fucking hurt, and well, because if he didn’t then Quinn might see something in his eyes that shouldn’t have been there. It never used to be.\r\n\r\nJames didn’t know quite when it happened.\r\n\r\nIt seemed like one day he was sitting on his floor playing Star Wars with Quinn, making ‘Pow! Pow!’ noises with little plastic toys and laughing like a hyena at Quinn’s Jar Jar Binks impersonations, and the next—well let’s just say that somewhere between Jar Jar Binks and English 201 at the local college, Quinn stopped being just Quinn and became something completely…more.\r\n\r\n“Man, that must hurt like a bitch. The glass is stuck up there really far.” Quinn’s face was screwed up with concern.\r\n\r\nJames groaned. “Thanks for pointing that out. I’m going to try to pull it—“\r\n\r\n“No, wait. Let’s do it back at the apartment where there’s soap and that antibacterial stuff. That could get seriously infected if something gets in it.”\r\n\r\nJames rolled his eyes. “Okay mister Physical Therapy degree. How am I going to get to the car?” The path from the beach to the parking lot was at least a few hundred feet.\r\n\r\n“I’ve got you. Here,” Quinn leaned over. “Get on my back.”\r\n\r\n“Are you serious?”\r\n\r\n“Yeah, of course. Just consider it long overdue restitution for when you hauled me and my bike home after that ice cream truck accident.”\r\n\r\nJames snickered at the memory, able to laugh because Quinn hadn’t gotten hurt very badly and it happened nearly ten years before.\r\n\r\n“All right. Here,” James struggled up to his knee, planting the uninjured foot in the sand. “Scoot over a little.” Then he wound his arms around Quinn’s neck and was surprised by the strength used to hoist him up.\r\n\r\nJames felt awkward riding Quinn’s back down the beach towards the car path. He had to hitch his legs up a few times on slim hips, but Quinn’s warm skin beneath his arms, and the subtle shift of those strong abdominal muscles between his thighs made the awkwardness worth it. Oh God.\r\n\r\n“You doing all right back there, bro?” Bro. Keep that word in mind.\r\n\r\n“Yeah. I’m not bleeding on your leg or anything, am I?” That’s right. Focus on the foot and not the fact that you can feel his ass bumping up and down underneath your crotch.\r\n\r\n“No worries. Hey, can you hold my camera? The strap keeps digging into my finger.”\r\n\r\nJames reached down and worked the camera strap free from where it was trapped by his thigh. He wanted to squeeze Quinn’s fingers, lean forward and nip the back of his neck run his tongue down that muscular spine…\r\n\r\n“You guys are adorable, do you want us to take a picture of you?” James snapped his head up. Two girls, probably in high school, and both in bathing suits and designer track bottoms were grinning at him and Quinn.\r\n\r\nWhen did they get there?\r\n\r\n“Oh we’re not—“\r\n\r\n“Sure,” Quinn interrupted him. “Jamie, give her my camera.”\r\n\r\nHe stretched out the arm that was holding the camera silently, not sure what to say.\r\n\r\n"Smile!” The girl chirped brightly when she had the shot all lined up.\r\n\r\nJames hugged his arms around Quinn’s shoulders, using the excuse to feel all of that sexy skin up against his chest. He smiled, although between the pain in his foot and the fact that he could barely breathe, it was a little hard to pull it off.\r\n\r\n“Perfect,” She told them, after she checked the shot and handed the camera back. “You two have a great day.” The girl gave her friend a grin that could easily be considered naughty.\r\n\r\nQuinn chuckled as soon as the two girls had walked out of sight. “Hey Jamie, what do you think she was picturing?” He chuckled sarcastically and squeezed James’ thigh.\r\n\r\nJames groaned. The same thing I was. “I swear girls are the biggest pervs.”\r\n\r\n“Please, they’re never gonna steal that award from us.”\r\n\r\nWhen they got to the car, Quinn laid James across the backseat before he hopped in and started the engine, ready to drive back to their apartment. James looked down at his foot and immediately his stomach went queasy. The glass was still in deep, and his foot was dripping all over the place, the bleeding showing no signs of slowing down.\r\n\r\n“Uh, Quinn?”\r\n\r\n“Yeah?”\r\n\r\n“I think I’m gonna pass out.”\r\n\r\n* * * *\r\n\r\nIt was officially the first night of Winter Break. James was lying, wrapped foot propped on the couch. It had been a pain in the ass, well foot actually, taking his last few finals with every single heartbeat throbbing in his arch. Quinn had been really helpful. Not only had he driven his unconscious friend to the ER that day and sat with him for hours until his foot was clear of glass, stitched up, and wrapped in gauze, but he’d been even nicer since. He’d done everything from carrying James’ books so he could hobble with the crutch he’d gotten at the hospital to bringing him dinner on the couch. The other guys who played water polo with them had been giving Quinn constant shit about being James’ little girlfriend, but he just laughed it off and told them they better hope they never got hurt. James had spent a lot of time reminding himself that Quinn was just begin a good friend. It didn’t feel like that.\r\n\r\nThere was a storm raging outside, wind and rain battering the coastline and making everything soggy and dark. James kind of liked the rain. He’d never quite gotten used to Florida winters after spending his first eight years in New Hampshire. It always felt like they were a little cheated—at least when the Santa stuff started showing up. It was hard to get all excited about a snow globe if it was still shorts weather.\r\n\r\nHe heard keys jingling in the front door. Quinn. James’ heart did a big kerchunk in his chest before it took off racing. He told himself to calm down for probably the millionth time. It was just Quinn…It was just—shit, no use for it. There was no such thing as ‘just Quinn’ anymore. James kept trying to slow his pulse as Quinn came in and flopped down on the couch, careful to avoid James’ wrapped foot.\r\n\r\n“God, my bio final was brutal.”\r\n\r\n“Poly-Sci wasn’t much fun either. I think I passed though.”\r\n\r\nQuinn sat there for a minute or two, looking exhausted. Then he pulled James’ injured foot into his lap and started rubbing it with gentle well-trained hands. “How’s this doing today?” James didn’t know if he was going to be able to talk without squeaking. The pain and pleasure pouring through his body from that one pressure point made his skin tingle all over. He wanted to arch his back and moan.\r\n\r\n“B-better,” He answered, trying to mask his stutter with a not very convincing yawn. He felt like an ass. The guy was just doing what would soon be his job. “Wanna order pizza?” He hoped that talking about food would make his insta-erection go away. Just in case, he bent his other knee so the blanket would hide anything that might be showing.\r\n\r\n“Sure. Pizza sounds perfect. Pepperoni, onion, and pineapple?”\r\n\r\nJames nodded with a happy sigh. “I think our friendship was meant to be. No one else appreciates the perfect pizza toppings.”\r\n\r\nQuinn chuckled and fished his phone out of his pocket.\r\n\r\nThey ate their pizza and watched a few dumb action movies on HBO. The storm had gotten worse, but it lulled James. The wind and constant patter of rain on their bay window was practically sleep inducing, not to mention the continual soothing pressure of Quinn’s hand on his foot and ankle. He closed his eyes for a second and leaned his head back.\r\n\r\n“Hey, Jamie?” Quinn’s voice was quiet. James wondered if he actually had fallen asleep. “You need to go to bed. You were totally passed out.” Guess that’s a yes. He lifted his legs from their comfortable perch on Quinn’s thighs and hobbled off towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and take the last of his pain pills.\r\n\r\n“Night, dude,” He muttered to Quinn in between yawns.\r\n\r\n“Night, Jamie.”\r\n\r\nJames made a face. “Why do you still call me that? No one else has since like the sixth grade.” Quinn smiled. “Because I can. Go to bed…Jamie.” He smirked and James stuck out his tongue before shutting himself in the bathroom.\r\n\r\nJames lay down in his bed and stared into the darkness, just like he did nearly every night. No matter how tired he was, as soon as he was in the near silence of his room, his mind woke up and refused to let his body fall asleep. He could hear the faint hum of the television, or maybe the radio coming from Quinn’s room. Quinn had always had a hard time sleeping in pure silence. James remembered that from their many sleepovers. He thought of Quinn, lying in bed on the other side of the wall, maybe wearing boxers, or nothing at all. His stomach tightened, breathing quickened, and as usual, he was wide awake.\r\n\r\nQuinn…\r\n\r\nJames’ eyes drifted to his nightstand drawer.\r\n\r\nI shouldn’t. Not with Quinn awake in the next room. He really, really wanted to.\r\n\r\nHe’d gone on a little fieldtrip with his embarrassingly open-minded sister a few weeks before to a big chain store sex shop. She’d wanted to get a few things for her and her boyfriend, and she’d talked James into a plug, a set of anal beads, and this sparkly red vibrator with hearts all over it that was almost too cute to be hot. He’d been dying to try it though, on himself, or maybe Quinn. Or both.\r\n\r\nDefinitely both.\r\n\r\nThe thought of pushing into Quinn with the vibrator, or his fingers, or even better, gulp, his cock, made James shiver. Decision made. He reached over and pulled the shiny new vibrator and a bottle of lube from his nightstand. <br>* * * *\r\n\r\n“Jamie, are you asleep?”\r\n\r\nJames lifted his head from the pillow and stared into the darkness, trying to make his sleepy brain focus on the noise coming from the direction of his doorway. He was groggy and a little loopy from the pain medication. It was really hard to keep his eyes open.\r\n\r\n“Quinn? What are you doing here? What time is it?”\r\n\r\n“I don’t know, late. I was messing around on my computer and the power went out. The storm’s getting worse.” Like he’d timed it, a clap of thunder shook the apartment.\r\n\r\n“Just go to sleep, Quinn. It’ll be over in the morning.”\r\n\r\nJames felt his bed move. Quinn must have sat down at the foot. “I can’t go to sleep. I don’t…I don’t like storms.”\r\n\r\nIf that wasn’t the most adorable thing ever. “Sit here for a few minutes. It’ll calm down.”\r\n\r\n“Can I just sleep in here? I know I sound like the biggest loser ever but I really don’t want to be in my room alone.” Quinn scooted over and lifted the edge of the comforter.\r\n\r\n“Hey, I’m naked!” James hissed—not that he minded. In his Vicodin induced haze snuggling naked with Quinn not only sounded nice, but possible too. Hey it could happen…\r\n\r\n“It’s no big deal, dude. We see each other naked every day in the showers.”\r\n\r\nJames usually spent those after practice showers trying really hard not to look at Quinn. He usually succeeded. Quinn slipped under the covers and huddled closer to James.\r\n\r\n“Okay. Just close your eyes and fall asleep.”\r\n\r\n“I will. Hey sorry in advance. I’m kind of a cuddler.” Quinn’s words were accompanied by an arm slung across James’ midsection.\r\n\r\nBreathe, James, breathe.\r\n\r\nIt was silent for a few minutes save for Quinn’s restless wiggling. Finally his voice broke the pitch black quiet.\r\n\r\n“What the hell is this thing poking my—“ Quinn reached under the covers.\r\n\r\nOh, Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! James couldn’t remember whether or not he put the vibrator away before he’d passed out. Apparently the answer was no, he did not. Oh, God, naked in bed with his best friend who just found his…James wanted to crawl into the darkest corner of his room and die of embarrassment.\r\n\r\n“Is this what I think it is James Ryan Boyle?” James could hear the grin in Quinn’s voice.\r\n\r\n“Just, give it to me!” He lunged towards Quinn, trying to grab the offending toy. He ended up sprawled across Quinn’s chest with Quinn holding the toy off of the bed and out of James’ reach.\r\n\r\n“Since when are you into these?”\r\n\r\nJames gave up and flopped back down, burying his face in his pillow. “Since tonight,” he mumbled miserably. It was official. He was going to die.\r\n\r\n“Did it feel good?”\r\n\r\nJames lifted his head up and stared at Quinn, whose face was close enough to be almost clear in the absolute darkness. “Are you making fun of me or do you really want to know?”\r\n\r\n“I really want to know.”\r\n\r\nJames could feel his face color. He was glad that Quinn wouldn’t be able to see it. “Yeah, it felt good. Really good actually.”\r\n\r\n“And you wanted to try it because…”  James sighed. Twelve years of experience had taught him that Quinn wasn’t going to let it go until he had all of the answers he wanted. “I wanted to see what it felt like because…so that…Jesus, it’s because I’m gay Quinn!” He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for some kind of blow up.\r\n\r\n“I know,” Quinn answered serenely.\r\n\r\nThat most certainly was not what he expected.\r\n\r\n“You do?”\r\n\r\n“Of course. I’m your best friend, dork. I’ve known for years.”\r\n\r\n“Why didn’t you say anything?”\r\n\r\nQuinn sputtered. “Why didn’t you?”\r\n\r\n“I don’t know. Maybe I was afraid.”\r\n\r\n“Of what? This?”\r\n\r\nBefore James had a chance to react, his lips were being covered in a kiss, sweet and insistent and everything he’d barely allowed himself to dream of. His body reacted in swells of delight, gooseflesh sweeping over his skin. It was a dream. It had to be. Quinn, nipped softly at James’ lower lip and drew away.\r\n\r\n“Quinn?” James whispered when their lips parted. He was afraid to ask the question, but he needed to know.\r\n\r\n“Yeah?” James was being kissed again, with bites and licks and a warm slick tongue trailing down his neck.\r\n\r\n“What are you, ugh, doing?” Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…\r\n\r\n“Kissing my best friend.”\r\n\r\n“W-why?” James had a hard time concentrating with Quinn biting and licking his neck like that. When Quinn tongued a path around the rim of his ear he couldn’t help moaning out loud.\r\n\r\n“Because I want to.” Quinn whispered it in his ear, the warmth of his breath making James shudder. “Since when?”\r\n\r\n“I don’t know, a while—but I never realized you wanted it too until earlier when we were watching TV.”\r\n\r\nJames cringed. “What did I do?”\r\n\r\n“I’ll tell you later. Just kiss me.”\r\n\r\nJames couldn’t imagine anything he wanted to do more than kiss Quinn…so he did; he kissed Quinn’s soft lips, his nipples, the line of his jaw, and the place on his neck where his pulse pounded strong and fast. Then James turned Quinn over and kissed and licked his way down Quinn’s spine. He was shaking and turned on and scared of everything that might be happening. The rain pounded away outside, making his room feel like a dark warm paradise that he never wanted to leave. Quinn trembled and arched into James’ touch.\r\n\r\n“That feels amazing.”\r\n\r\nJames smiled but didn’t say anything, just kept going, exploring the tanned muscular expanse of Quinn’s back with his seeking, thirsting mouth. When he got to the edge of Quinn’s pajama bottoms he paused, but Quinn flipped over onto his back and impatiently pushed the bottoms off. Then he reached for James, wrapping him up in what felt like miles of hot silky skin, waxed clean for the pool.\r\n\r\nJames quivered and brought his hands up to frame Quinn’s face; still barely able to believe it was actually happening.\r\n\r\n“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”\r\n\r\n“Why didn’t you?”\r\n\r\n“Because you’re straight—at least I always thought you were.”\r\n\r\nQuinn considered that. “I’m probably bi. I’ve noticed other guys but you’re the first one I’ve ever really wanted for real. Doesn’t really matter what I am though—I’m here because I want to be here. With you.”\r\n\r\nJames didn’t say anything, simply reached over for another kiss, reeling at the fact that Quinn wanted him. The kiss was just as emotional and explorative as the first except with full body contact that gave him a high like no other. He wasn’t expecting the velvet slide of Quinn’s tongue, or the hands that started to explore him, shoulders, back, the tingly skin right underneath the crease of his thighs. James wrapped his leg around Quinn’s hips and pulled him closer. Quinn’s hand slipped between them, testing James’ nipples, the skin of his stomach…lower.\r\n\r\nJames gulped, then sighed when the calloused grip of Quinn’s palm surrounded the suddenly throbbing shaft of his cock.\r\n\r\n“Ungh…Quinn.”\r\n\r\n“You feel nice. So hard.”\r\n\r\nJames couldn’t help the moan that slipped out. “It’s cause of you.”\r\n\r\n“Glad I could be of service.”\r\n\r\nQuinn gave James a sly smile and pushed their hips together so he could hold both of their cocks in his grip. James drifted in the delicious sensations for a few moments before he had to stop it. There was no way in hell he was going to come early and miss out on what might be next. What he didn’t expect was for Quinn to hop out of the bed with a grin.\r\n\r\n“I’ll be right back,” He said and bent to the floor. The next thing James knew he was staring at the empty doorway.\r\n\r\nWhen Quinn returned he carried James’ vibrator, shiny and newly washed, and a handful of condoms.\r\n\r\n“I didn’t know if you had any of these.” “Are we—?”\r\n\r\nQuinn leaned closer, dropping the toy and the condoms on James’ nightstand. “I really hope so,” he whispered in James’ ear. “But before I get inside of you, I want to try it.”\r\n\r\n“Try it?”\r\n\r\n“The vibrator. You said it feels good. I want to try it.”\r\n\r\nJames’ breath caught excitedly in his throat. He smiled in the darkness before he leaned over to pick the vibrator off of his table and fish around on the floor for his lube.\r\n\r\n“In a minute. I want to touch you first.”\r\n\r\nQuinn lay back contentedly. “Touching is encouraged.”\r\n\r\nJames started slowly, revisiting Quinn’s nipples, his neck, the muscular planes of his perfect flat abs. Then he drifted lower, licking up Quinn’s cock before swallowing it whole. He saw Quinn white-knuckling the sheets and had to grin.\r\n\r\n“Jamie, oh my God.”\r\n\r\nJames kept sucking, licking, funneling months’ worth of fantasies into that one intimate act. He stopped only to slick one finger, which he worked gently into Quinn’s ass. Soon, though, he pulled away to slick up two fingers with lube and push them back inside a little bit at a time.\r\n\r\nWhen he thought Quinn was ready, he covered the vibrator with lube and slowly worked it inside, watching Quinn’s face.\r\n\r\n“That thing is huge,” Quinn grunted.\r\n\r\nJames angled toy so it would bump into Quinn’s prostate and switched it on low. Quinn started moving his hips, trying to increase the pressure of the toy. James bent forward and took Quinn’s cock into his mouth, sucking with increasing pressure and thrusting gently with the toy at the same time. He kept going, drinking in Quinn’s low howls of pleasure. It didn’t take long for Quinn to grab James’ shoulder.\r\n\r\n“Wait, wait. I don’t want to come yet. I want to be inside of you.”\r\n\r\nJames froze, panting and hot, then slid up Quinn’s sweat slicked body. When he got to the top he gave Quinn a long, deep kiss.\r\n\r\n“I think I like that plan.”\r\n\r\nJames gently pulled the vibrator out of Quinn and tossed it to the side before reaching out to snag a condom from the bedside table. He rolled it onto Quinn, then flipped onto his stomach, giving Quinn a naughty look over his shoulder.\r\n\r\n“No. Not like that. I want to look at you.”\r\n\r\nQuinn tugged until James flipped back over. He spread James’ thighs and crawled between them, dousing his cock liberally with lube. He hooked his elbow under James’ knee and tilted him up, aiming for the tight pucker that James was dying to have him claim. To James it seemed like he could feel every molecule of Quinn pushing inside, filling him up, stretching, impaling. It felt like he barely had room to breathe. It was fine, though. He wouldn’t miss breathing if he got to have Quinn in his bed every night.\r\n\r\n“You okay?” Quinn looked concerned. James realized he’d been squeezing his eyes closed, but he wasn’t hurt, just overwhelmed by the sensations dancing through his body.\r\n\r\n“Yeah, I’m good.” He lifted his hips. “Fuck me Quinn. I want it.”\r\n\r\nWhen Quinn started to move, James nearly sobbed out loud. Their sweaty skin, the deep breathless kisses, the way that Quinn nailed him in the exact right place every single damn time—it was all too much to withstand.\r\n\r\nJames came without warning, clenching down on Quinn’s body and shouting out in shock.\r\n\r\n“Jamie,” Quinn panted. “God, baby, come for me.”\r\n\r\nIt didn’t take Quinn long either. Just a few quick strokes and he froze, fingers digging into James’ hips. Quinn flopped down on top of him and sprinkled his face with happy slobbery little kisses.\r\n\r\n“You felt amazing,” he finally whispered.\r\n\r\nJames reached up to cup the back of Quinn’s head. “So did you. I can barely…”\r\n\r\n“I know what you mean.”\r\n\r\nQuinn shifted and pulled slowly out of James. He snagged a tissue from the box that was perpetually on the nightstand and wrapped up the condom before he dropped it on the floor.\r\n\r\nJames snuggled into Quinn, hoping his previous shameless cuddler status still applied after having sex with his best friend. He wasn’t disappointed. Quinn bundled him up in warm arms and James floated happily there for a few minutes—but he couldn’t fall asleep.\r\n\r\n“Quinn?”\r\n\r\n“MmmHmm?” Quinn’s voice was a contented rumble against his neck.\r\n\r\n“Was this?—“ A warm hand came up to cover James’ mouth. Quinn bit the back of his neck gently, kissed the same spot, then wrapped James in the warmest tightest hug ever.\r\n\r\n“Yes it was. And it will be the next time and the time after that. Does that answer your question?”\r\n\r\nJames turned to face his oldest friend and brand new lover. “You sure?”\r\n\r\nQuinn gave James a sleepy smile. “You worry too much. C’mere. It’s like four in the morning. We should go to sleep.”\r\n\r\n“You woke me up!”\r\n\r\n“Yeah, and you hated it, didn’t you?”\r\n\r\n“Totally.”\r\n\r\n“Quinn?”\r\n\r\nQuinn chuckled softly. “That doesn’t sound like going to sleep.”\r\n\r\n“What did I do—earlier on the couch, I mean?”\r\n\r\n“You said my name when you were sleeping, and then you kind of arched your back and moaned. It was the way you said it, like I was giving you pleasure. I wanted to be in that dream with you so bad.”\r\n\r\n“Are you really that afraid of storms?” Come to think of it, he didn’t remember Quinn freaking out that much ever before.\r\n\r\n“No.” Quinn’s grin was pure magic.\r\n\r\n“Didn’t think so.”\r\n\r\nQuinn pulled James as close as they could get, legs carefully twined to avoid hitting James’ sore foot, faces nestled close together on one pillow. James couldn''t help doing a silent little happy dance in his head.\r\n\r\nMerry Christmas to me, he thought. Merry Christmas to me.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nTHE END <br>\r\nCopyright ©2010 M.J. O’Shea <br>\r\n\r\nAlso from M.J. O''Shea: <br>\r\n\r\nUnintended', 23, NULL),
(34, 1, 'Dear Santa,\r\n\r\nI would very much appreciate it if you could stuff my stocking with these two cuties. (Then I can stuff their stockings. ;)) One is never too old to receive a Christmas present, and a tale about these two wonders would be just magnificent. And what better way to warm up during the winter than with a steaming poolside tale?\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n{PHOTO INSERT:  Two young men, standing on the bottom step of a private swimming pool with the water mid-thigh deep. They are holding each other and kissing sensuously.}\r\n\r\n***************************\r\n\r\nCharlie Berkus had loved Anthony Tolbert for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it had only been since he’d first laid eyes on him in the fifth grade, standing in line on the playground waiting for class. Anthony had just moved to the town of Cedar Falls and being the same age as Charlie they shared a classroom. Charlie yearned to see more of Anthony in class that day but was seated in the front row. So, he didn’t get his next eyeful until they actually met at lunchtime.\r\n\r\nAs usual, Charlie was sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Anthony, confident as all get out, plopped his tray down on the table and took the seat opposite him.\r\n\r\n“Mind if I share?” he asked out of formality.\r\n\r\nCharlie looked to Anthony, mouth open and full with a fresh bite of Mac and Cheese, and gawked uncomprehendingly. The face that looked back was achingly sublime. Anthony’s full, red lips curled up at the corners in a smile that somehow managed to encompass his eyes. He had hazel eyes with long, black lashes. His thick, dark hair was cropped short but still managed to look mussed. If Charlie had been asked to describe Anthony’s face with a single word he probably would have chosen ‘sweet’. But the face also included a spark of confidence and mischief – two things that Charlie lacked in abundance.\r\n\r\n“My name is Anthony.” Always Anthony, never Tony – no one ever made that mistake twice. “What’s yours?”\r\n\r\n“Charlie.”\r\n\r\nAnthony did most of the talking that day at lunch which suited Charlie fine since he wasn’t much of a talker. He did the same the next day. And Anthony always managed to be around to stick up for Charlie, so soon the bullying stopped. Charlie was almost as grateful for his defense as he was for the arm occasionally thrown over his shoulders in friendship.\r\n\r\nWhen in class, Charlie got in trouble for constantly turning in his seat trying to get Anthony’s attention. Still, his grades remained high so his parents ignored the call from his teacher regarding his unruly classroom behavior. Anthony would sometimes catch Charlie looking at him and make a face in return causing both of them to laugh, which in turn caused Mrs. Graves to lose her temper and scold them both.\r\n\r\nIn short, Anthony and Charlie hit it off from the start. It wasn’t until weeks later that Charlie dared to wonder if he’d actually found a friend. Charlie invited Anthony over to his house and they soon became inseparable. Charlie’s mom would say that the two of them were thick as thieves which pleased Charlie to no end.\r\n\r\nOf course, Anthony’s easy charm attracted others to their lunch table and soon it was full; but Charlie always remembered that he had been first. So did Anthony. It wasn’t until months later that Charlie dared to admit to others that Anthony was his best friend, but still he had a hard time admitting to himself that he was in love. That didn’t come until later – much later.\r\n\r\nUnlike Charlie, Anthony was good at athletics. So, as Charlie’s best friend, he always tried to include him in the wide variety of sports at which he excelled. Anthony always picked Charlie first, even though he was the worst, which balanced the teams since Anthony was always the best. And yet they usually won which made Charlie uncharacteristically proud.\r\n\r\nIn contrast, Charlie was good at scholastics. In fact he often tutored Anthony who needed help in all subjects and even did his homework for him more often than not. For this reason, Anthony received passable grades which kept his parents out of his hair and allowed him to continue to excel at sports which he loved more than life itself. What Charlie got out of their studies was the lingering memory of lying on his bed side-by-side with Anthony, pressed close together at the hip and sharing a textbook, and occasionally having a tickle fight when Anthony got a study question wrong. Arousing feelings that he did not yet understand, Charlie feared that these feelings were to be the only thing the two of them would never share.\r\n\r\nAs the years passed, Charlie and Anthony only managed to become closer. They ate, played, and studied together. They went through Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts together. While Anthony played on the varsity football team, Charlie played in the band. They even dated together, something which Charlie participated in only so that he could double date with his friend. As the years passed, Charlie tried to look more like Anthony, wearing his hair in the same style and dressing the same. He even worked out to match Anthony’s sculpted physique in the hopes that Anthony might notice. Some said they looked like twins. His mom began calling Anthony and him the Bobbsey Twins which Charlie didn’t appreciate as much as being thick as thieves.\r\n\r\nOne of Charlie’s most vivid memories was of a Boy Scout outing during which he shared a tent for the night with Anthony. While Anthony snored, Charlie rolled close beside him, going so far as to suspend an arm over his friend, but not so far as to allow his arm fall and embrace him. All the time, Charlie’s penis was uncomfortably engorged.\r\n\r\nEventually he rolled away and fell asleep feeling ashamed for the feelings he harbored toward his friend who remained blissfully oblivious amidst his dreams.\r\n\r\nSometime later, Anthony was the focus of Charlie’s first sexual experience. Lying in bed one night thinking of Anthony, Charlie’s penis began to stiffen and eventually became painfully hard. Touching it felt good. Charlie pulled his pajama bottoms down and it felt both naughty and nice to press his bare ass against the cool sheets.\r\n\r\nReaching down he slid his fingers over the front of his penis using the substance that leaked from its end as a lubricant. He noticed that his attentions were feeling better the more he played, yet he stopped periodically to calm himself. All the time he thought of Anthony – Anthony kissing him, Anthony holding him, Anthony taking his pants down.\r\n\r\nThe next time he reached down he wrapped his fingers hard around his penis and didn’t stop rubbing himself until he felt match Anthony’s sculpted physique in the hopes that Anthony might notice. Some said they looked like twins. His mom began calling Anthony and him the Bobbsey Twins which Charlie didn’t appreciate as much as being thick as thieves.\r\n\r\nOne of Charlie’s most vivid memories was of a Boy Scout outing during which he shared a tent for the night with Anthony. While Anthony snored, Charlie rolled close beside him, going so far as to suspend an arm over his friend, but not so far as to allow his arm fall and embrace him. All the time, Charlie’s penis was uncomfortably engorged.\r\n\r\nEventually he rolled away and fell asleep feeling ashamed for the feelings he harbored toward his friend who remained blissfully oblivious amidst his dreams.\r\n\r\nSometime later, Anthony was the focus of Charlie’s first sexual experience. Lying in bed one night thinking of Anthony, Charlie’s penis began to stiffen and eventually became painfully hard. Touching it felt good. Charlie pulled his pajama bottoms down and it felt both naughty and nice to press his bare ass against the cool sheets.\r\n\r\nReaching down he slid his fingers over the front of his penis using the substance that leaked from its end as a lubricant. He noticed that his attentions were feeling better the more he played, yet he stopped periodically to calm himself. All the time he thought of Anthony – Anthony kissing him, Anthony holding him, Anthony taking his pants down.\r\n\r\nThe next time he reached down he wrapped his fingers hard around his penis and didn’t stop rubbing himself until he felt something strange building inside. Soon it was too late to stop. Without warning, Charlie’s mind exploded. His penis and indeed his entire body proceeded to pulse in body wracking convulsions. His eyes closed and rolled back under his lids as his spine arched in ecstasy. His mouth opened and he expelled a long, languorous groan. When he recovered from this overwhelming reaction to his ministrations, his hand, belly, and top sheet were slick with seamen. He crept from his bed, shaken, and cleaned himself and his sheets with a tissue from his nightstand.\r\n\r\nWhen he climbed back into bed, he fell asleep dreaming of touching Anthony and giving him the very same experience.\r\n\r\nEver since that night, Charlie would lock himself in his bedroom or the bathroom and masturbate to fantasies of Anthony in his arms, Anthony touching him, Anthony kissing him, Anthony, always Anthony. And still, Charlie could not share his secret obsession, now a certainty, that he was in love with his best friend.\r\n\r\nNow Charlie was pressed against the counter in his friend’s kitchen watching through the window as Anthony cleaned the pool outside. Anthony had his shirt off even though it was somewhat cool amid the autumn breezes. Steam rose off the water which showed that it was obviously heated. As Anthony moved a net on a long pole around the pool, collecting leaves, his muscles rippled sending corresponding tingles up Charlie’s spine.\r\n\r\nCharlie and Anthony were both sixteen and as was more and more frequently the case around his friend, Charlie was aroused. He was making Kool-Aid which he planned to serve in a tall pitcher. To distract himself, he pressed harder against the counter, causing his penis to ache -- because the pain felt good, it felt like what he deserved for having such nasty thoughts. Charlie fantasized about Anthony spanking him for being bad. And still, the more he pressed against the counter, the more aroused he became.\r\n\r\nFinally, Anthony had cleaned the pool to his satisfaction and set the net aside. Turning to face the kitchen window, he waved his arms, signaling Charlie to come outside and join him. Adjusting his jeans to accommodate his erection, Charlie set the pitcher and two full glasses on a tray and stepped through the sliding glass doors.\r\n\r\n“Come on, slow poke,” Anthony chided, playfully, “let’s go for a swim.”\r\n\r\n“But it’s chilly out here,” Charlie protested, placing his tray on the patio table beside the pool, wrapping his arms around himself to show that he was cold, and smiling sheepishly.\r\n\r\n“Besides, I didn’t bring a suit.”\r\n\r\n“Never mind that -- can’t you see the pool is heated?”\r\n\r\nAnthony said, taking a healthy draught of Kool-Aid from one of the glasses.\r\n\r\n“Besides, we don’t need suits since it will just be the two of us.”\r\n\r\nCharlie froze in disbelief over what he’d just heard. Anthony displayed an adorable pink mustache from the Kool-Aid which was distracting. He was about to protest out of shyness when quick as a wink Anthony was throwing off his shoes and socks in preparation for pulling off his pants and underwear.\r\n\r\nCharlie had only ever seen Anthony naked in the showers after gym, and then he had to stop himself from staring and move off on his own to keep from getting a boner. Only now was he able to pause and revel in the scene taking place before him. <br> \r\nAnthony had the strong, lithe body of a swimmer, another activity at which he excelled. His muscles were well toned and his abdomen sectioned into a modest six-pack. His arms were long and lean. As he pulled off his pants and underwear Charlie noticed that this was true of his legs as well. He also noticed that his friend’s ass was tight and well rounded. When he saw Anthony’s cock he almost died – it was circumcised, not too small, and not too large. In fact, Charlie judged it to be just right. Then, while Charlie was still admiring his physique, Anthony flashed his lovely smile and dove headlong into the deep end with nary a splash.\r\n\r\n“Come on, what are you waiting for? The water’s fine,” Anthony taunted, splashing in Charlie’s direction after coming up for air.\r\n\r\nWhat else could he do? Charlie began to disrobe. However, when it came to the point of actually being naked in front of Anthony, he chose to keep his boxers on. This did little to hide his erection, which had barely subsided, but did a great deal to mask his embarrassment.\r\n\r\nCharlie dove in.\r\n\r\nThe water that washed over Charlie’s body was warm like that of a bath. Rising for air he found that he’d lost sight of Anthony amid the steam rising off the surface. When he spotted Anthony, trolling toward him out of the fog, face half in and half out of the water -- blowing bubbles, he couldn’t help but giggle with glee.\r\n\r\n“What is this I see?” Anthony said, ducking his head to look beneath the waves. “You’re wearing your underwear. Well, we can’t have that.”\r\n\r\nCharlie squealed in surprise when Anthony dove forward and grabbed him. Then he felt his ineffectually waterlogged boxers being slipped down his hips. He chose to fight back and was soon locked in a trashing struggle with a crazed beast over the possession of his drawers. As was always the case, Anthony one the contest -- but Charlie didn’t mind. He wasn’t sure but that he might have let Anthony win in the end. Whatever the case, Charlie was joyously happy splashing and wrestling with Anthony in the pool – feeling his body close, running his hands over sleek, wet muscles, feeling Anthony’s penis brush against his body, pressing his own swollen cock against Anthony.\r\n\r\nCharlie had no idea how it happened, but suddenly the thrashing stopped. Charlie found himself with his legs round Anthony’s narrow hips, arms over his shoulders, having his buttocks gently cradled by his friend who twirled the two of them round in a slow circle. Their faces were close. Eyes locked. Not a word was spoken but in those few moments’ embrace Charlie managed to express his longing for his friend far more eloquently than he’d ever imagined possible.\r\n\r\nThey were about to kiss. Charlie knew it, he could feel it the in very air that separated them. He moved his hand to the back of Anthony’s head to pull his face closer. He wetted his lips in nervous anticipation. Then Anthony’s eyes blinked and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.\r\n\r\n“What are you doing? Get off of me,” Anthony said, wedging their bodies apart and pushing Charlie away.\r\n\r\nBefore Charlie could react, Anthony was splashing away from him toward the stairs to the pool. As he climbed the stairs he seemed ashamed, turning his body away from Charlie.\r\n\r\n“Wait, Anthony. Don’t leave me,” Charlie pleaded.\r\n\r\nAnthony stopped dead in his tracks. He had never denied Charlie anything and now was to be no exception. Still he did not turn to him until Charlie had walked up the stairs to stand beside him. When he did, Charlie found that Anthony was fully erect himself. Anthony turned his face away. Charlie reached out and turned it back.\r\n\r\nTheir first kiss was soft, gentle, experimental – barely a kiss at all. Anthony didn’t respond but also didn’t pull away. Their second kiss was more forceful. Anthony parted his lips this time. Charlie noticed that Anthony tasted vaguely of Kool-Aid – that and chlorine. This kiss concluded with Charlie running his tongue playfully over Anthony’s lower lip. Charlie felt Anthony slide his hands down his spine which caused him to shiver -- that and the cool air. He did the same running his hands across Anthony’s luscious, soft skin. They stepped closer. Charlie’s hands didn’t stop moving until they were resting lightly on Anthony’s ass. He stroked the warm, soft curves of Anthony’s buttocks. Anthony reached down and cupped Charlie’s bottom in his hands.\r\n\r\nDuring the next kiss their lips parted more fully. Charlie cocked his head to one side so that he could wholly envelop Anthony’s mouth with his own. Their bodies pressed hard together and Charlie’s cock pushed up Anthony’s belly to rest beside Anthony’s own prick. This kiss was long, deep, and hungry. As their lips parted, Anthony reached a hand between them to grab Charlie’s dick. When he squeezed Charlie gasped. Laying his face against Anthony’s shoulder he nibbled and pecked.\r\n\r\nStepping out of the pool, Anthony led Charlie by his dick to the poolside table. There he reached for a lotion dispenser which his mother always kept by the pool for when she was done sunbathing. After applying lotion liberally to his hands, he placed his hands on Charlie’s chest and started to slather the viscous formula all over his body. He smoothed it slowly over Charlie’s shoulders, kneading the muscles there, then down to his abdomen and finally, achingly, concluded by grabbing Charlie’s cock and pulling it, hand-over-hand, as if he was pulling taffy.\r\n\r\nCharlie nearly bent in half backward in his desire to thrust his penis into Anthony’s masculine grip. He fell back against the patio table afraid that his shaking legs would no longer support his weight. And still Anthony continued to stroke, alternately gliding round and over the head of his penis. Anthony’s attentions grew to include Charlie’s balls which he squeezed and pulled. Charlie was going crazy, afraid that he might cum too soon and the experience would be over.\r\n\r\nEventually, Anthony’s attentions focused less on Charlie’s cock and more on the root of his penis leading back from his balls between his legs. Then Anthony stopped stroking him all together and instead slid his fingers between Charlie’s legs and buns to play with his asshole. As Anthony probed him deeper and harder Charlie became less concerned on his penis and more focused on how badly he wanted Anthony inside of him, even if it meant only his fingers.\r\n\r\nWithout warning, Anthony stopped and walked away. Charlie nearly fell to the ground pleaded for him to come back.\r\n\r\n“Come over here,” Anthony insisted, grabbing a towel off one of the deck chairs and laying it out next to the pool.\r\n\r\n“Where do you want me?” Charlie asked, fully prepared to comply with any further demand.\r\n\r\n“Down here, on your hands and knees,” Anthony said with a mischievous smile. Charlie bent low, laying his forearms on the towel and thrusting his hips high up in the air. He gritted his teeth not knowing what to expect. Anthony knelt behind him and applied a few experimental probes with his fingers tips, each one going deeper. Then Charlie felt Anthony’s penis slide up and down his crack in search of his anus before it slipped inside of him with a single smooth thrust. Charlie threw back his head and gasped in surprise and pain, but he did not pull away. He wanted this too badly, had dreamed of it too often to pull away.\r\n\r\nAs Anthony repeatedly thrust himself deep inside Charlie, Charlie reached down and began stroking himself. The feeling of getting fucked was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The sensations he was feeling were strong and oh so pleasing -- he didn’t want them to stop. He wanted Anthony to fuck him harder and deeper and finally unable to contain himself screamed out words to that affect.\r\n\r\nToward the end Anthony’s movements became more frantic and Charlie could tell he was going to cum before Anthony himself knew it. Then it happened, Anthony finally lost the fight and began to furiously pump his seed into Charlie. He called upon God repeatedly using lips that could barely articulate words. Charlie felt the muscles of Anthony’s penis convulse for what seemed like an eternity. The muscles of Charlie’s ass clamped down hard when he too achieved orgasm. Charlie screamed out. For a time all was suspended amid glorious sensation. Then as quick as it began it was all over.\r\n\r\nTo Charlie’s mixed relief and disappointment, Anthony slipped his penis from inside him and stood up. Charlie fell forward to lay on the bath towel in exhaustion. He heard Anthony dive into the pool and soon forced himself to rise and join him.\r\n\r\nThe two splashed and played together but something had changed between them. Their time together felt strained which it never had before. After only a few more minutes, Anthony jumped out of the pool to get dressed. Charlie wanted to make love again but when he approached Anthony he was brushed aside and told to ‘knock it off’.\r\n\r\nCharlie got dressed and went home.\r\n\r\nOver the next several weeks Charlie and Anthony had sex several more times; but in each case things were awkward with Anthony being overly anxious and clumsy, ultimately hurting Charlie in his rush to climax. During their love making sessions, Anthony refused to kiss Charlie and afterwards would jump into his clothes and want to go do something else as if nothing had happened between them. Eventually Charlie grew to avoid Anthony and when they were together to spurn his advances. It wasn’t until years later that he discovered Anthony was simply a poor lover.\r\n\r\nBy the end of the month Anthony was dating a girl named Carol and they didn’t see much of each other anymore. By the end of the year Charlie was working to graduate a year early in order to attend Stanford in the fall.\r\n\r\nOver the years, Charlie took many lovers. But he never forgot his first. Eventually he settled down with just one man. On a return trip to Cedar Falls to introduce this man to his parents, he heard from a friend that Anthony had gotten married and had kids. He was happy for his old friend.\r\n\r\nLeaning back on his parent’s sofa to lay his head on his partner’s shoulder, Charlie looked up into his lover’s eyes and smiled.\r\n\r\n“What?” his partner asked.\r\n\r\n“Oh, nothing. Just reliving some old, happy memories.”\r\n\r\nAnd Charlie was happy; mostly, he was happy for himself.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nTHE END\r\n\r\nCopyright ©2010 Brian Jackson\r\n\r\nAlso from Brian Jackson:\r\n\r\nBlood Lust (available January 2011)', 24, NULL);
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(35, 1, 'Dear Santa,\r\n\r\nMy Christmas is looking very bleak indeed. All I want for Christmas is to get my pipes fixed, but all of the plumbers I''ve found so far are too damn pricey! I found this fellow in your picture listing, and I was hoping maybe you could hook me up with him, pretty please Santa?\r\n\r\nSanta, if you would be so kind as to stuff my stocking for me, I''d be every so grateful!\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n{PHOTO INSERT: A cheeky rear view of a naked man on all four with his head under a kitchen sink fiddling with the pipes.}\r\n\r\n***************************\r\n\r\n “Please you have to help me!” There was no other way to describe my voice but a desperate wail.\r\n\r\nThe owner of ‘Bubba -n-Sons Plumbing’ chuckled.\r\n\r\nI wanted to jump through the phone and throttle him. “This isn’t funny! Water is shooting everywhere! It’s like frikkin’ Niagara Falls under my sink! I don’t have enough towels to absorb it all! It’s gonna destroy my flooring!”\r\n\r\n“Sorry,” Bubba began again, his voice sober and soothing this time. “It’s not funny. Now did you turn off the waterline?”\r\n\r\n“I’m an I.T. guy, not a plumber!” I growled.\r\n\r\nHe calmed me, then, proceeded to walk me through the rather simple steps of turning off the waterline. Much to my ire, I had to get under the spraying sink to do it. By the time I was done I was soaked from head to foot.\r\n\r\nDrenched, I picked up the phone again and collapsed on the floor right in the deepest puddle. Water soaked through my jeans, but I was too upset to really care at this point. “Okay, I turned the water off, thanks. But I need this fixed. Like now. I’m having a dinner party tonight.”\r\n\r\n“Well, its Saturday, that’s overtime, ya know,” Bubba informed me.\r\n\r\n“I don’t care!” I wailed, flipping wet hair out of my eyes.\r\n\r\n“I guess I can send over my son, Bubba Jr.”\r\n\r\n“Thank-you.” I gave him directions, and hung up.\r\n\r\nI took one look at my brand new kitchen and wanted to cry. Everything in the house had been perfect for the party. Like, Pottery Barn catalog perfect. People from work were coming. My neighbors, my sister and her fiancé, too. Every towel in my possession had been stuffed under the sink to absorb the water from the burst pipe, and now they were heaped on the floor in a soggy mess, just like me.\r\n\r\nMy pug, Skippy, came into the kitchen. He lapped at the puddle then looked up at me as if to say, “Is it all better, Daddy?”\r\n\r\n“It’s a nightmare, Skip,” I told the dog as if he’d actually asked.\r\n\r\nWhile I waited for the plumber, I quickly changed clothes. Then, I threw the first load of sopping towels in the dryer. The rest were still on the floor, more than likely too saturated to do more than prevent the water from spreading.\r\n\r\nI was barefoot, wearing sweats and a T-shirt when the doorbell rang forty-five minutes later. Skippy started barking immediately.\r\n\r\n“Quiet,” I ordered, rushing from the kitchen and stubbing my toe in the process. I cursed and opened the door, using my left foot to keep Skippy from escaping.\r\n\r\nThe words ‘It’s about damn time’ were on the tip of my tongue, but the moment my eyes alighted on the man in the doorway, I was stunned silent.\r\n\r\nThe plumber had to be the hottest man I had ever seen in all my life. Six feet of lean, sinewy muscle even a bulky, tan Carhartt and carpenter jeans couldn’t hide. A red baseball cap was pulled over cropped dark hair and he wore a lopsided grin on his gorgeous face. The green-eyed hunk looked like one of those plumbers in a beefcake calendar. A shudder went the length of my back. I could almost hear the cheesy porno music begin to play.\r\n\r\n“You’re Bubba Jr.?” I blurted.\r\n\r\nThe man laughed, a deep throaty sound that went straight to my groin. “Actually, I prefer BJ.”\r\n\r\nI almost said, ‘Yes, I’d prefer one of those too,’ but instead I just stood there, staring.\r\n\r\n“Are you Sam Dreshler?”\r\n\r\nI nodded, still staring.\r\n\r\n“I’m here to check your plumbing,” he prompted, holding up a tool box.\r\n\r\n“Um, yeah.” Feeling like an ass, I stepped aside to let him enter. Skippy saw an opening and darted forward.\r\n\r\n“Whoa there, little guy!” Fast as lightning, BJ scooped up the escaping dog. “Looks like you got a runner,” he joked as Skippy licked his face wildly.\r\n\r\n“Um, uh, thanks,” I stuttered, feeling inexplicably jealous of my dog just then. I’d never been jealous of Skippy before. Then again I really never wanted to lick the plumber before either.\r\n\r\nBJ handed me the dog and stepped into the foyer. I felt a funny flutter in my gut and I wanted to kick myself for it. I was already stressed out about the party when the pipe burst, but now bumbling-nerd-me had to have a super hunk in the house.\r\n\r\nOh, why couldn’t Bubba Jr. be fat and ugly like his name suggested? Instead, he was gorgeous and tan, everywhere I was thin and pale. My last boyfriend called me a twink, but I don’t think he meant it as a compliment. I was five-six, blond and blue-eyed. I was decent looking, but next to this guy I felt lacking in every possible way.\r\n\r\n“You wanna show me that leaking sink?”\r\n\r\n“Um, yeah, right this way.” I gestured for him to follow, still holding the flailing, snorting Skippy.\r\n\r\nBJ looked around with approval. “Nice place. You live here with your folks?”\r\n\r\nI should’ve been insulted, and I kinda was. I knew I barely looked legal. When I went to buy the liquor for the party the attendant stared at my ID for a long time, convinced it was a fake.\r\n\r\n“Um, no. It’s my house. I just moved in. I’m 27,” I added, though I don’t know why. Maybe just to justify myself to the hunk in my kitchen I was a man, too. Not some skinny kid. Why I cared was beyond me at this point.\r\n\r\n“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”\r\n\r\n“It’s okay. I know I look young.”\r\n\r\nHe gave me that lopsided grin and a wink. “Nothing wrong with that.”\r\n\r\nAs I led him into the chain-o-lakes in my kitchen, I was inundated with his masculine scent. Not cologne, just pure sweaty male.\r\n\r\n“Whoa! Looks like you had a gusher!”\r\n\r\n“Your dad told me how to turn off the water so I think I managed to save my flooring but…” I gestured helplessly to the bucket under the sink and the piles of soggy bath towels. My breath became shaky once again.\r\n\r\nAs if sensing my distress, BJ gave me a smile. It went a long way to soothing my nerves. “Don’t worry, Sam. Let’s take a look see at what’s going on.”\r\n\r\nBJ set his toolbox down and took off his jacket. His dark blue T-shirt was skin-tight and showed off an unbelievably broad shoulders and a narrow waist. And abs so flat they looked hollowed out. His carpenter jeans were slung low on those lean hips. He turned his red ball cap backwards and crouched down low, his thighs stretching the fabric of his jeans.\r\n\r\nWhen he popped his head under the sink, the hem of his shirt inched upwards. I sucked in my breath.\r\n\r\nEveryone made jokes about “plumber’s crack” but never before had I seen a plumber’s crack this fine. My dick swelled instantly and heat washed over my flesh at the sudden peek-a-boo of round ass cheeks above his waistband.\r\n\r\nOh dear lord, I did not need this kinda distraction today!\r\n\r\nSkippy flailed a bit, bringing me out of my lust filled trance. Hastily, I set the dog on the floor and he raced over to the plumber, sniffing and prancing around as if the man were a giant plaything brought into the house just for him.\r\n\r\nBJ didn’t seem to mind my spastic dog. “You gonna help me fix the sink, little guy?”\r\n\r\nI bit my lip to stifle a whimper. Was there anything sexier than a man baby-talking a dog?\r\n\r\nAfter he ruffled Skippy’s fur, BJ turned his attention to the sink. I stood four feet behind him, leaning on the kitchen island. He was on his knees but if he turned around his face would be on level with my crotch. That realization forced into my mind the vision of this man giving me a taste of his namesake. I swallowed the sudden, painful lump in my throat.\r\n\r\n“The gaskets are old on the main line, that’s why she blew. Looks like you need a new trap, too, Sam.” BJ’s head was under the sink and his voice sounded muffled.\r\n\r\n“Um, okay,” I said, not having any idea what that meant.\r\n\r\n“Don’t worry. I’ll have this fixed before your guests arrive,” he told me, opening the tool box.\r\n\r\n“Guests?” I repeated dumbly.\r\n\r\nHe grinned, a shock of white on a tan face. “You’re having a party, aren’t you?”\r\n\r\nI looked behind me at the carefully arranged platters and wine glasses on the island. I chuckled at myself. “Um, yeah. Just my luck this had to happen today, huh?”\r\n\r\n“You get ready for your party and I’ll get this all taken care of. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”\r\n\r\nYeah, easier said than done with such a hot hunk of man-flesh in my kitchen.\r\n\r\nWith a sigh, I left to retrieve the towels from the dryer.\r\n\r\nSkippy had disemboweled one of his toys and was happily squeaking and shredding to his heart’s content. But that wasn’t what made me freeze in my tracks when I returned to the kitchen.\r\n\r\nHeat suffused my groin at the sight of the deliciously displayed backside in front of me. BJ was kneeling, his head and shoulders inside the sink cabinet. His knees were apart and his back arched down so I had a clear view between his legs. The denim was pulled tight and the seam separated his balls, one on either side. My throat went dry, and I stared, wishing more than anything I could touch him. Run my fingers down his spine to the crack of his ass. Though in my fantasy, he was naked and his balls were hanging down, ripe for my mouth.\r\n\r\nOblivious of my return, BJ sat back on his haunches, and reached into his toolbox.\r\n\r\nI quickly looked away before he noticed me staring at his balls like some horny pervert. Then I swapped the wet towels for the dry ones in my arms.\r\n\r\nGet a grip.\r\n\r\nBJ grinned over at me. “This made quite a mess.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, uh, yeah,” I stuttered, sounding like a complete and total dip-shit.\r\n\r\n“Don’t worry I won’t be here for your party,” he assured me.\r\n\r\nI couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret that it was true. Insanely, I thought about inviting him. Was that lame? You didn’t invite your plumber to your dinner party, did you? He probably had a date anyways. A man as good-looking as him always had plans on Saturday night. If I said anything about my party, BJ and whatever big-breasted bimbo he was going out with would have a good laugh about some gay dude hitting on him.\r\n\r\nAs I dried the floor, I suddenly felt like I was being watched. When I glanced at BJ he averted his eyes almost immediately. If I didn’t know any better I would have sworn he was checking out my ass. I sniffed a laugh at my own stupidity.\r\n\r\nYeah right.\r\n\r\nAfter I put the towels in the dryer, I began to prepare the appetizers. The party was still two hours away but I wanted an excuse to be in the same room with BJ. So as I cooked, he rummaged under the sink. Neither of us said anything. It was oddly domestic and comfortable. Though I wished I could come up with something clever to talk about. My mind was blank every time I noticed BJ, looking all sexy and manly with his wrench or whatever the hell tool it was.\r\n\r\nI shook my head irritably at myself as I carried the food trays into the dining room. He was only here to fix my leaking pipes. And not the one starting in my tighty-whities.\r\n\r\n“Jeesh, you’re such a moron,” I muttered under my breath. Bristling, I turned to head back into the kitchen and stopped dead.\r\n\r\nBJ was reclining in my doorway, his shoulder against the door jam. His hip jutted out and to the side, displaying the rather sizable bump in the front of his jeans to my hungry gaze. Tan hairy arms were crossed over his chest. The red ball cap was still backwards and that sideways grin was back. I wondered how long he had been watching me. Had he heard me talking to myself?\r\n\r\nOh my god, I was such a dork!\r\n\r\n“All done, Sam,” he said before slowly heading into the kitchen.\r\n\r\nI allowed myself the pleasure of staring at his ass as I followed after him, feeling a bit like an eager puppy on his heels. His movements were like liquid sex and it made my dick grow a bit. I joined him by the sink, my pulse thumping, but I tried to act natural. “That was faster than I thought.”\r\n\r\nBJ turned on the faucet, gesturing beneath the sink in a Vanna White move that had me chuckling. “Easy fix,” he said, turning off the water. I sniffed a laugh. “For you maybe.”\r\n\r\nBJ bent down to gather up his tools and his gaze flitted over the front of my sweats. I almost grinned until I realized my dick was poking out like a pop tent.Shit! I had a boner and BJ noticed!\r\n\r\nCheeks on fire, I hastily moved to the other side of the kitchen island. Dammit, what the hell was wrong with me? I willed my erection away but it was impossible with BJ bending over like that. Showing off that succulent ass.\r\n\r\nTo mask my embarrassment, I picked up a washcloth and wiped down the spotless counter-top. But my eyes kept betraying me by darting back to BJ’s ass while he cleaned up. I had to swallow a few times so I didn’t drool watching him move.\r\n\r\nBJ closed the sink doors then turned to face me. I looked away at once, cheeks burning.\r\n\r\nDouble shit! He’d caught me staring at his ass!\r\n\r\nI scrubbed at the non-existent stain on the counter harder, my face in flames.\r\n\r\n“You’re nervous, Sam.”\r\n\r\nI jumped.\r\n\r\nBJ was right beside me. So close I could feel the heat from his body. Smell the PVC glue he had used and the manly hint of his sweat. I stared up at him, powerless to look away. My throat was too tight to speak, not that I was brave enough to try.\r\n\r\n“First party in the new house?”\r\n\r\nI managed a breathless chuckle. “That obvious?”\r\n\r\nBJ set his toolbox on the counter, the move bringing him just a tad closer. I sucked in a tiny breath.\r\n\r\n“You seem really stressed out.”\r\n\r\n“Maybe a little…” <br>\r\n“I know the perfect way to relax, Sam,” he told me conversationally, running his long index finger on the edge of the granite counter. The gesture seemed lewd and suggestive.\r\n\r\nI swallowed hard and looked back up at him. “You do?”\r\n\r\nHe was smiling at me. “Mmm, hmm.”\r\n\r\nI wasn’t so clueless that I couldn’t pick up on the change in his demeanor. The heavy look in his eyes and the sudden roughness of his breathing. My pulse skipped and the blood flooding my face decided to take the long trip south to alert another part of my anatomy that BJ might be interested in checking out more than just the plumbing under my sink.\r\n\r\n“Like what?” My voice cracked like a pubescent boy.\r\n\r\nI didn’t have a chance to be embarrassed or clear the frog from my throat because BJ kissed me then.\r\n\r\nI moaned into the sinful delight of the man’s warm lips encircling mine. My mouth opened willingly, and his wet tongue slipped inside, flicking over mine and darting out. He pulled back and smiled down at me, his thumb stroking my jawline.\r\n\r\nHe didn’t ask permission to touch the rest of me. My kiss had already granted him unlimited access. He ran the flat of his hands down my chest, the palms scraping my nipples and sending jolts of need straight to my dick. I shuddered, relishing the way he watched his hands caress me. I was breathing heavily now, gripping the counter with one hand, the other opening and closing into a fist.\r\n\r\nA finger hooked in the front of my sweats. There was no denying the hard cock pressing the soft fabric out. He stroked the drawstring, and though my erection seemed to be BJ’s destination, he went no further. He seemed transfixed and I held my breath. Those green eyes looked back up. Without taking his gaze from mine, BJ pulled the sweats down, his fingers brushing my abdomen as he did so.\r\n\r\nI could hardly breathe, I was so hard by this point. There was a wet spot on the front of my underwear. When BJ brushed his thumb over it, a violent tremor went the length of my spine, then back to my cock. Reflexively, I reached out to steady myself on his broad shoulder. One hand on the cold granite, the other on his warm muscles. That solidness anchored me as he slowly peeled the sweats below my ass, kneeling as he did so. His fingers slid over the elastic of my underwear next, pulling them out further in front so as not to catch on my erection.\r\n\r\nThe air felt cool on my wet dick. Men my height and build usually weren’t well endowed. I was just regular sized, but BJ smiled at me like he’d just been given a winning lotto ticket.\r\n\r\n“Oh, shit,” I gasped the second those work-worn, calloused hands gripped me.\r\n\r\nI’d always had a thing for the blue-collar types. Maybe it was their manliness. The way they smelled of grease and sweat. But at that moment, I was pretty sure my attraction was to the way his rough hands felt on the soft, tender skin of my dick.\r\n\r\nHe held my base, and began to lick me like I was an ice cream cone, swirling his tongue to catch the pre-cum. I groaned as he slathered my head with saliva, my shaft, too. Soon I was wet enough that his calloused hand could stroke me in time with his licking. He moaned as he tasted me, folding his lips over his teeth and sucking hard.\r\n\r\nI felt my body preparing to come, my balls tightening, wanting to release. I forced a deep breath to remain in control. I wanted to savor the sight of my dick going in and out of his sweet mouth, not shoot like a virgin. It was exquisite, the warm, wet feel of him sucking on me. Licking me. BJ’s tongue probed my slit and a flash of heat made a sweat break out on my face.\r\n\r\nWhen I hissed, he pulled back to grin up at me. “You like that?”\r\n\r\nI nodded frantically, my mouth hanging open. Wanting desperately to feel his dark hair between my fingers, I pulled his hat off and let it fall to the floor. I cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to take me into his mouth once more. He flicked his tongue over my crown in a circular pattern. Then, he ever so gently bore down with his teeth.\r\n\r\nI threw back my head and screamed, bolts of pleasure shooting into my sac, and swirling in my belly. I would burst if he did that again. Part of me wanted to see gobs of white cum spurting all over his gorgeous face, but the other part of me didn’t want this to end.\r\n\r\nWhen I opened my eyes again, I saw Skippy staring at us, his head tilted curiously to the side. Embarrassed a little, I focused back on the man servicing my dick. I caressed the back of his head, and rocked my hips slowly as he sucked me, allowing him to set our pace. I reveled in the feel of his rough hand pumping my shaft, the sight of my dick disappearing into the recesses of his mouth. He reached between my legs and pulled on my balls, first one, then the other. Breathless, I began to thrust a little bit harder.\r\n\r\nI was leaking cum steadily now and BJ sucked the little droplets right from the slit. My entire body shook and I wanted to grab my shaft and pump it faster than BJ’s slow and steady movements. Suddenly, as if knowing I was on the brink and wanting to drag it out, he withdrew. He gently kissed my tip and squeezed the base to ease me back down. But he was by no means done torturing me. After he licked the pre-cum from my slit, he drug his teeth down the shaft and back up, to where he nipped at the bottom edge of my head.\r\n\r\nAn animalistic noise burst from my lips and I seized a handful of his hair. I almost came right there.\r\n\r\n“That’s your spot isn’t it?” he said, sucking the area once more.\r\n\r\nI buckled over this time, as pleasure raced through my groin. He took the head inside his mouth again, sucking and pumping his fist, focusing all of his attention in the sensitive spot he discovered.\r\n\r\nIt was too much, too intense. “I’m gonna come!”\r\n\r\nBJ’s groan vibrated up my dick, and he gripped my ass in both his hands, his fingers dangerously close to my hole. He pulled me forward. I shuddered when my cock head hit the back of his throat. My hold on his hair and shoulder were the only thing that kept me from collapsing from sheer rapture and delight. I felt the roundness of his tonsils rolling over my head as he drew me all the way down his throat, his hands spreading my cheeks open as he did so.\r\n\r\nThen, just as fast as he deep-throated me, he pulled back. There was a brush of hot air on my pubes as he stole a quick breath before he pushed my dick back down his throat. His lips made a tight seal and he used the hands on my ass to make me fuck his face. I clung to him, thrusting faster now. He didn’t fight me. Hell, the man didn’t even gag. He just opened his jaw and swallowed me down, keeping his lips tight as he let me search his throat for release. It didn’t take long to find it. With a stab of sheer ecstasy, I felt the cum firing up my shaft, the ache in my balls.\r\n\r\n“I’m coming!”\r\n\r\nThose words set BJ into a frenzied sucking.\r\n\r\nWave after wave of cum exploded from my body, and my hips were snapping helplessly.\r\n\r\nBJ let the cum fill his throat, and when it began to overflow from his lips he pulled back, slurping and sucking as it shot from my dick in a steady white stream.\r\n\r\n“Oh, god,” he whimpered in pleasure as it sprayed his lips, and dripped down his chin. “There’s just so much!”\r\n\r\nDizzy and heart racing, I watched my cum make bubbles on his full lips as I emptied myself with a final tremble. The sight of him still fully dressed, and nursing on my dick like it was a bottle, and my cum the sweetest cream he’d ever tasted, was so damn hot ,I actually whimpered. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.\r\n\r\nOr so I thought.\r\n\r\nBJ reached for his jeans, still licking and cleaning my dick with his tongue. Light headed, I held on to him as he slid the zipper down. While I reveled in post-orgasmic bliss, he freed his engorged, darkened cock. Goddamn, it was so large and beautiful! The plump crown was shiny with pre-cum and his shaft was thick and veiny. He wiped his mouth, then spit cum into his palm. A shudder of desire shot through me as he used my cum to lubricate himself. He took his cock in both fists and began to pump it fast. The wet sounds of BJ masturbating and his eager grunts held me captive.\r\n\r\nHe looked up at me while he jerked off at my feet, his face contorted in that look of pleasure and agony a man wore when he was close to shooting his load. It only took a few seconds of frantic stroking and a volcanic eruption of white cum burst from his dick, landing on my bare feet.\r\n\r\nWhile he came, BJ never broke eye contact. The first wave was followed by a few smaller spurts, falling onto my toes. It was so warm! He trembled and closed his eyes in bliss, pressing his thumb the length of his shaft to milk the rest of his orgasm loose.\r\n\r\nAfter he caught his breath, BJ stood up and kissed me again. Clinging to my smaller body, as if he might collapse. I could taste the salty, thickness of cum in his mouth, and I lapped at it. I didn’t even spare it a thought that I was wearing the plumber’s cum on my sweats and my feet. All I cared about was the heat of his body, the semi-rigidness of his cock pressed to my abdomen, and the cum dampened fingers coiling through my hair as he kissed me.\r\n\r\n“That was fucking awesome,” he breathed.\r\n\r\nI chuckled and rocked my hips into him. “Do you offer that service to all your customers?”\r\n\r\nBJ gave me that lopsided grin and kissed me once more. “Only the hot blonds who keep flaunting their cute asses at me while I’m trying to work.”\r\n\r\nA shiver of delight washed through me at the compliment.\r\n\r\nWe kissed for a little while longer, me stroking his back and him running his hands through my hair. It was sheer bliss the way he held me. He was so much bigger than I was. I felt safe and sheltered.\r\n\r\n“I should probably go so you can get ready for your party,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling the crook of my neck. I wriggled, but neither of us made a move to leave each other’s arms.\r\n\r\nUnfortunately, BJ was right. I had a party to get ready for. The guests would be there in less than an hour, and I still had a lot to do. Not that I was regretting the afternoon’s distractions. I sighed with great reluctance and stepped back. BJ kissed my cheek then tucked that pretty cock of his back into his carpenter jeans.\r\n\r\n“Um, how much do I owe you?” I asked awkwardly as he retrieved his ball cap from the floor.\r\n\r\nBJ looked a bit taken aback. “You don’t have to pay me for that.”\r\n\r\nI blushed again, and gestured to the sink. “No, I mean the sink.”\r\n\r\nIt was BJ’s turn to pinken and the sight of it made my dick stir. “Oh, yeah. Well, I guess I wouldn’t feel right taking your money…not after…” he nodded to my crotch.\r\n\r\nI grinned. BJ was absolutely adorable when he was embarrassed. But my smile faded when I realized I hadn’t bothered to pull up my pants and my cock was still hanging out. Blushing, I turned slightly away from him, and righted my clothes. When I turned back around, he seemed amused by my display of modesty.\r\n\r\nI was struck with inspiration. “Wanna stay for my party?”\r\n\r\nHe made a face. “I’m in dirty work clothes.”\r\n\r\n“You could go home and change, then come back,” I suggested hopefully.\r\n\r\nBJ cocked his head to the side, and for one terrified second I was afraid he would say no. Maybe he’d gotten what he wanted, and he never cared if he saw me again. Just the thought of never seeing this man again depressed me more than I expected.\r\n\r\nThen he grinned, and it was like liquid sunshine filling me. “Sure, I’d like that.” “Great. You don’t have to dress up,” I told him. “It’s casual, just so you know.”\r\n\r\n“Cool.”\r\n\r\nI led him to the door then, and he kissed me long, and slow. I trembled into the kiss, my lips following his when he pulled back.\r\n\r\nHe smiled at my eagerness. “I’ll see ya in a little bit, Sam.”\r\n\r\n“Thank you, BJ.”\r\n\r\nHe gave me that lopsided grin one more time and paused on the front porch steps. “Are you thanking me for fixing your sink or taking care of that leaking pipe?”\r\n\r\nI grinned so wide I swore my face might crack. “Both.”\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nTHE END\r\n\r\nCopyright ©2010 Deanna Wadsworth\r\n\r\nAlso from Deanna Wadsworth:\r\n\r\nRed Riding Hood\r\n\r\nThe Legend of Sleepy Hollow\r\n\r\nSecret Santa\r\n\r\n(available from Decadent Publishing and Amazon)', 25, NULL),
(36, 1, 'Dear Santa,\r\n\r\nAt this time of year, our minds turn to the men serving in our military. They''re protecting our freedom - far away from their friends and family, surrounded by other, muscular, sweaty men in close quarters. I would love it if you could give two of these brave heroes a dirty, hot holiday they''ll never forget.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n{PHOTO INSERT: A naked man is standing with his back to army style lockers.  Another man with fatigues down around his ankles stands facing him. They are engaged in a full body embrace.}\r\n\r\n***************************\r\n\r\n “Digger?” Neal whispered into the darkness inside the temporary supply depot. With one hand, he tried to find a light switch.\r\n\r\nThis was a new spot for them. Mostly because this little building was newly erected a few days ago. Usually, they were a little farther from the bustle of the base, but maybe the late hour — or early since it was after midnight — would be to their advantage. They’d have to be quiet, though.\r\n\r\n“Yeah,” came an already husky voice from somewhere deeper in this semi-darkness.\r\n\r\n“Where the hell are you?” And there didn’t seem to be a light switch.\r\n\r\n“Come find me, Moose,” he said with a definite tease to his voice. Then he giggled. Dig’d never admit to making any such sound, but the man giggled like a little girl sometimes.\r\n\r\n“Don’t call me that, Dig.” Neal stepped inside and secured the door, fumbling the lock only once. He’d caught sight of the rows of metal shelves and the plain, gray lockers inside this metal box from the light over the door outside, but now it was black as hell. Reaching out, he found a shelf and felt his way to the alley between two sets, guessing it’d take him back toward Dig.\r\n\r\n“Everybody calls you Moose, so why not me? It’s the perfect name for a giant like you.”\r\n\r\nHe heard the click of a bottle opening and then the squelch of its contents coming out. Christ, was Dig in here beating off without him? He was ready to bust out of his shorts, so the man had better have plans for doing something about that, regardless of his head start.\r\n\r\n“It’s not what you call me, so cut it out. And what are you doing in here?”\r\n\r\n“Getting hard for you.”\r\n\r\nThat matter-of-fact answer sent a shot of lust right down his spine. Neal gasped and damn if he couldn’t smell Dig now. The ever-present scent of the dusty desert of this country clung to everything, but under it was the raw, musky aroma of a sweaty and seriously aroused man.\r\n\r\n“Yeah?” he asked, picking up his blind pace toward everything he wanted. He only had an hour to get it and every second was going to count.\r\n\r\n“Oh yeah.” That was definitely the sound of a slick fist sliding on a cock now. “Soon as you get back here, I’m going to give you everything I’ve got.”\r\n\r\n“You suck at dirty talk, Dig,” he said and smiled, reaching out. He was pretty sure he was right in front of him. “That’s not all I suck.”\r\n\r\nA pair of hands somehow managed to latch onto his belt so accurately that it came undone in a flash and then his pants fell right down to the tops of his boots.\r\n\r\n“Hi,” Neal said, knowing it was inane even as he said it.\r\n\r\n“Hi,” Dig said, a smirk in his voice. His fingers now went after the buttons down Neal’s shirt. “What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?”\r\n\r\n“Hoping to get himself fucked for Christmas.” He found smooth, bare shoulders and followed them up until he could hold Dig’s face in his hands.\r\n\r\n“Have you been good?” Dig said, undoing the last button and sliding his hands up beneath the undershirt. Neal sighed as those long fingers explored his belly.\r\n\r\n“Real good.” He leaned in until he found Dig’s lips.\r\n\r\nAgile fingers stroked up to his chest, pushing the material away as they kissed. Neal loved Dig’s kisses because they always started so gentle. He hadn’t spent a lot of time kissing guys — not over here in this godforsaken sandbox anyway — but those he had always seemed to go for the tongue-battling kisses. Like it was something to fight through so you could get to the good stuff.\r\n\r\nKissing Dig was the good stuff and Neal never wanted to kiss anyone else.\r\n\r\nNeal’s shirts came off while they tasted each other, breaking apart only once. He let go of Dig so he could shove his shorts down, then leaned into him and moaned. Hot, hard body to hot, hard body. Perfection.\r\n\r\n“Love the way you feel,” Dig said between gasped breaths. His hands roamed all over Neal’s back, then down to grip his ass cheeks. Hard. “So meaty.”\r\n\r\nNeal chuckled even as he pressed his dick into Dig’s stomach. Dig’s own dick rubbed up into his balls and teased at his crack. He moaned again and latched onto Dig’s neck. He couldn’t suck too much, so he mostly kissed and licked at the muscles and tendons he found, kind of liking the fact he had to see with his mouth.\r\n\r\nDig reached back and cupped his hand so his dick could rub into Neal’s ass with every thrust of their hips. He was such a damn tease.\r\n\r\n“I’m ready for you,” Neal whispered near Dig’s ear. He was already panting. “You gotta fuck me, Digger.”\r\n\r\n“I got to?” he said on a breathy laugh.\r\n\r\n“Pleasepleaseplease,” he breathed into his ear and felt Dig shiver.\r\n\r\nDig groaned, the sound rough and kind of growly, as he took Neal’s hands and planted them on the metal of the wall. A moment later, he was walking back around behind Neal and giving his ass a swat.\r\n\r\n“Bend. Stick this big ass out for me.”\r\n\r\n“It ain’t that big,” Neal muttered even as he bent and stuck.\r\n\r\nDig let loose one of those giggles again. “Meaty.”\r\n\r\n“Oh shut up. You’re just jealous because all you’ve got is back and legs. Ow! Quit smacking me!”\r\n\r\n“Quit insulting the man you want to fuck you then.”\r\n\r\nNeal smiled. “I figure you’ve got no ass because all that flesh got diverted into making that super fine, nine-incher of a cock the Good Lord gave you instead.”\r\n\r\nHe heard a snort and the tearing of a wrapper. Damn, that sound alone made his whole body giddy with anticipation. Just before that sound of a bottle popping open, Neal heard Dig say, “Praise The Lord and pass the lube.”\r\n\r\nHe chuckled at that, then gasped when cool slick met his waiting hole. Dig pushed in a finger and it went right in deep.\r\n\r\n“Well, well, you are ready. You got a dildo I don’t know about?”\r\n\r\nMore fingers went in as if to test him, and Neal backed up on them with a moan.\r\n\r\n“No. I was damn near fisting myself before I came looking for you.”\r\n\r\n“Goddamn,” he said and took his fingers back. “That would’ve been something to see.”\r\n\r\nNeal leaned his head on his forearm against the wall as he felt that big ol’ dick start pressing into him. “Next time maybe.”\r\n\r\n“Oh yeah.”\r\n\r\nDig always went slow at first. Thank God. He hadn’t been kidding about the baby’s leg the man had between his thighs. Neal wasn’t sure if Dig really was nine inches, but he probably wasn’t far off. He felt every inch as that thing slid inside him. And slid and slid until a big set of furry balls nestled up against his cheeks and Dig sighed.\r\n\r\nAs Neal took deep breaths and willed himself to relax, Dig leaned against his back, and gave him the chance to adjust to that holy-God invasion of cock. What would Dig say this time? He always had something to say.\r\n\r\n“Well, would you look at that. There’s a private on my private.”\r\n\r\nNeal laughed into his forearm and damn if that didn’t loosen him up head-to-toe. Dig snickered then hummed as he withdrew and came on back in.\r\n\r\n“You’re such a dork,” Neal said, arching into another thrust. “You — aw yeah — love it.”\r\n\r\n“Do. Really fucking do.”\r\n\r\nNeither one of them could say much then. Neal couldn’t do more than try not to bang into the wall when Dig really took off, those lean hips smacking into his ass. Dig babbled like Dig always did, nonsense and grunts spilling out of him. Neal liked the pounding, but it was the—\r\n\r\n“Oh fuck yeah!” he couldn’t help hollering when Dig pressed up tight and just ground into him. That was what he really loved. Stretched, filled and rubbed just right, it had him sweating and moaning and aching to come.\r\n\r\nThen Dig wrapped his fist around Neal’s cock and started pulling. A loud whine left him before he could bite it back and he found himself clawing at the wall like a cat. Damn. He was a total slut for this man’s cock up his ass and his fist tugging him right over the edge.\r\n\r\nWith a grunt instead of a scream since he had his mouth clapped behind his hands, Neal came hard, hearing burst after burst of cum hitting the metal wall. Dig just held onto Neal’s quaking cock while his hips went back to a fast, graceless pounding. Then Dig came with a groan muffled by Neal’s shoulder.\r\n\r\nThey panted like that for a while, then Dig took a step back and Neal sighed with his leaving. He heard the snap of latex before a little smack of the condom landing on the concrete floor. He made a note to make sure they found it before they left.\r\n\r\nA quiet click off to his left had him looking over. Dig had a flashlight face down on a shelf. It was just enough light to see by as Dig moved back in between Neal and the wall. Neal took a moment to smile at him and admire the flushed face, bright blue eyes, and satisfied grin of the soldier he loved before he wrapped his arms around Dig and got an equally tight hug in return.\r\n\r\n“Merry Christmas, Nealy-baby.”\r\n\r\nHe gave him a kiss on his ear for finally getting to hear the name only Dig called him. It really didn’t matter where they spent the holidays so long as they were together.\r\n\r\n“Merry Christmas, Virgil. Ow! What? It’s your—”\r\n\r\nThe rest was muffled by a kiss.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nTHE END\r\n\r\nCopyright ©2010 Missy Welsh\r\n\r\nAlso from Missy Welsh:\r\n\r\nMy Summer Of Wes (M/M)\r\n\r\nTake The Shot (M/M/F)', 26, NULL);
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(37, 1, 'Dear Santa,\r\n\r\nAll I want for Christmas… all I’ve ever wanted for Christmas… is some wolf-man loving in shifted form. Maybe someone (or something) gets lost at night in the dark, freezing, snowy woods… and there is some light and a cabin up ahead…?  Oh please Santa!\r\n\r\nP.S. a light d/s dynamic makes for a perfect gift wrap! ;)\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n{PHOTO INSERT:  A beautiful creature lies on a bed. He has the body of man but the head and long furry tail of wolf. He wears only a seductive grin.}\r\n\r\n***************************\r\n\r\n(This story is set in the Portals series universe)\r\n\r\nWolf whined softly in the back of his throat and took another desperate, but increasingly hopeless look around the forest.\r\n\r\nIt was so dark. So cold. The deep blanket of snow was broken only by the tall, black trunks of the trees crowded in around him. While they offered a merciful reduction in the wind chill factor, they also felt slightly…sinister—like crones crowding around to watch him stumbling to his demise. It was well below freezing anyway. The difference was probably only a few extra minutes of misery.\r\n\r\nYou’ve really done it this time, you stupid mutt!\r\n\r\nThis wasn’t good. Running away from the slave caravan in the middle of winter certainly wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done. But what on Rigial had possessed him to do it naked? At the very least he should have tried to steal a cloak, or a blanket, or…something. Maybe a loincloth. A fur lined loincloth. If his cock and balls climbed any higher up into his body, he’d have trouble swallowing.\r\n\r\nUnfortunately, apart from his own, admittedly hirsute hide, he was as bare-assed naked as the day his mother had whelped him. And he could smell the snow storm that was coming—sharp and ominous. The sensitive black tip of his nose quivered and he couldn’t hold back another whine of distress. If only he could actually shift into full-wolf form—which would better preserve his body heat. But of course, being defective, he couldn’t.\r\n\r\nHis desperation to escape his Masters had made him stupid. More stupid than normal. More stupid than the handlers told him he was every day. Damn, he wished he could have proven them wrong. Just once. Running away into a blizzard probably wasn’t going to accomplish that though.\r\n\r\nSadly, even if he did die out here, the truth was they’d probably find him and still manage to get their pound of flesh. He could just see it. He’d end up a frozen Wolf-boy Popsicle to amuse the masses at the next carnival or street fair. Well, at least until spring when the weather warmed up and he began to melt…and stink. Mind you, this far north that eventuality was many months away.\r\n\r\nWolf fought hard not to cry at the depressing track his mind insisted on taking. Numerous “training” sessions had beaten him into realizing tears were futile. He didn’t want to appear any more pathetic than he already was either—although he hardly imagined the nightsquarrels and owlings would care. And finally, but probably most importantly of all, tears would freeze almost instantly in this weather, and he was already quite miserable enough as it was.  \r\n\r\nStill, he was forced to wipe at his eyes and down his long muzzle moments later. Damn it.\r\n\r\nFlagging badly, but determined not to give in—to keep going until there was no more go left in him—Wolf climbed to the top of the next snow drift and…stared in amazement. In the distance, warm yellow light spilled out across the snow. The log cabin it came from—with its thick plume of enticing smoke that whipped away into the forest beyond—lay in the valley below like a beacon promising welcome and survival.\r\n\r\nIt was, of course, a great big steaming pile of horse manure and lies—no one was likely to welcome Wolf. He was too freakish, too “defective” as so many had jeered and mocked—eternally caught between wolf and man and not able to shift into either. When no Master would have him, he had ended up a travelling curiosity in the cesspit they diplomatically called a circus.\r\n\r\nBut perhaps he could hide in a shed. Or shelter in a root cellar. It was certainly worth a try. And if he was caught…well he’d escaped once now. He could do it again.\r\n\r\nSurging ahead, eager to escape the bone numbing hypothermia already setting in, Wolf hadn’t managed more than a few hurried steps before pain exploded up his right leg. His foot connected sharply with something hard and unyielding beneath the deceptively smooth surface of the snow. It was probably a rock or thick log buried beneath the white death all around him. But Wolf really didn’t have time to wonder.\r\n\r\nHe stumbled forward. With nothing to catch hold of and slow his decent, he tumbled down the steep slope unchecked. While he’d long since lost feeling in his pads and lower limbs, apparently his numb body could still register bone jarring jolts of agony as he fell headlong down into the valley. Wolf knew the black spine of rock he had spotted sticking up at the bottom of the slope would break his fall—and probably his neck as well. But miraculously, the gods smiled on him. He never registered the impact. The world went black and he lost consciousness when his head hit a submerged tree branch he never even saw coming.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n****\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nCy added more wood to the already blazing fire. Although the stray he had rescued from the snow had long since stopped shivering, he didn’t want to take any chances. The cabin was well insulated, but the approaching storm would soon have the temperature dropping even inside the warm shelter.\r\n\r\nHe gazed down at his unexpected house guest. Normally it would be unwelcome house guest, but there was something about the little wolf-boy as Cy looked him over from pointed ears to cute padded toes—lingering for a long while on the mesmerizing curve of his firm ass—that made it hard to wish him anywhere but right where he was.\r\n\r\nWolf-boy certainly made a very attractive addition to the hearth rug. Cy could imagine long hours spent admiring the new addition to his home. Well, admiring in a very tactile way at least.\r\n\r\nThe boy had been hard to ignore outside too. When the early warning wards at the edge of the forest had been triggered, letting Cy know someone was encroaching on his territory, he hadn’t paid much attention. With a storm rapidly approaching and the temperature dropping at an alarming rate, the likelihood of anyone making it into the valley alive to disturb him had been minimal. And he had no intention of leaving his warm little nest on a wild goose chase for a corpse.\r\n\r\nBut when the wards at the top of the ridge had been breached, Cy had found himself compelled to focus his senses—to brush against the presence approaching his home. And from that point on he’d been lost.\r\n\r\nSomething about the soft whine he’d discovered as he stretched out with his magic called to him. He’d almost felt as if someone was shoving at him, forcing him along as he tracked down the intruder. And he was so glad he had followed the insistent demand. The boy was fascinating. Cy had never seen anyone like him.\r\n\r\nFur covered the boy’s whole body in a soft, silky pelt of brown and black, but it did little to distract from the firm, toned body beneath. A thick bushy tail sprouted from the base of his spine and currently lay limply across the floor. Cy longed to reach out and caress along its length—investigating where it rooted into the boy’s body. He wanted to explore what lay beneath too—nestled between the boys tight ass cheeks.\r\n\r\nBut truly, it was the boy’s face that was the most captivating. He had a wolf’s pointed muzzle and sturdy head that tapered down to a very human, very male body. A thick brown ruff of fur protected his nape and upper shoulders. His ears where sharp triangles. His nose a very canine soft black flare at the tip of his snout. In other words, he was mesmerizing.  \r\n\r\nCy could see wet tracks down the boys muzzle. It was obvious at some point he’d been crying. Cy loved tears. And something about the wolf-boy made Cy want them. He wanted the soft whine again too. But this time they needed to be edged with arousal and desperation for release. A release Cy wouldn’t grant until the boy was begging—crying out for his cock. \r\n\r\nAs Cy knelt down beside him, the boy began to stir. A low moan escaped the long muzzle as the pup stretched out his neck and slowly regained consciousness. It ignited a tiny flame of awareness in Cy’s belly—a very primitive, very aroused awareness that called to something deep and instinctual. It demanded possession. Cy tamped it down, but didn’t dismiss or push it away completely.\r\n\r\n“Hush. You’re safe, little wolf.” With a gentle brush of his magic, Cy began checking the boy over.\r\n\r\nThe boy slowly open his eyes and raised his head to focus on Cy as he worked. But after a moment of stunned silence, the wolf-boy gasped and pulled away.\r\n\r\nCy instantly raised his hand to the deep scars that ran from his hair line down the left hand side of his face in three thick, ugly gouges. Damn it all! How could he have forgotten to cover the scars? It had been so long since he had been in the company of others he had almost lost sight of why he shunned the outside world.\r\n\r\nThe wolf-boy ducked his head and cowered away. Cy felt every muscle he possessed clench in anger and humiliation.  \r\n\r\n“You needn’t be afraid. My scars are not contagious,” Cy snapped as he very purposefully lowered his hand away from his face. He didn’t want to frighten the boy, but he refused to hide in his own home.\r\n\r\nThe boy cringed further away from him and a tiny whine escaped. Something about the reaction gave Cy a moment of pause. He’d spent most of his adult life being ostracised for something completely beyond his control until he’d simply given up on society in disgust. But something about the way the pup whined and bared his throat made Cy feel like he’d kicked a puppy.\r\n\r\nCy studied the Wolf-boy cowering in front of him. He looked…frightened. Cy couldn’t help himself. He reached out to touch the boy''s head. But again the pup jerked away, whining softly—his ears collapsing down against his head and his beautiful thick, bushy tail tucking in between his legs.\r\n\r\n“Hush,” Cy commanded firmly, but not unkindly.\r\n\r\nHe reached out and very gently ran his hand over one silky ear and down into the pup’s thick neck ruff.\r\n\r\nAfter years of deliberately avoiding the stupidity of the outside world—a world so vain and enamored of physical beauty it refused to see past the superficial imperfection of his face—Cy found it difficult to find the words he needed.\r\n\r\n“My apologies, little wolf. I…should not have snapped at you.”\r\n\r\nWolf-boy looked up at him suddenly, clearly startled by the admission and apology. The boy even forgot to avert his eyes. Cy’s heart sped up as he stared into the brilliant gold colour that reflected open amazement at him.\r\n\r\n“I’m sorry, Master. I…I wasn’t…” The pup’s voice was low, with a slight growling accent. His eyes pleaded for something, but Cy wasn’t quite sure what.\r\n\r\n“I know my face is…unpleasant. There’s no need for either of us to pretend otherwise.”\r\n\r\n“No!” The denial was quick and loud. “I mean…I was…” The wolf whined—his long, pink tongue licking along his muzzle nervously. Cy waited patiently—his innate curiosity piqued. What was the boy trying to say?\r\n\r\n“Your…your magic it…touched me. In the forest and a…again just now,” the boy finally said.\r\n\r\nCy blinked several times in surprise. Of all the things he’d imagined the boy would say that hadn’t even crossed his mind for a second. He took a moment to study the wolf-boy. If he was telling the truth, if the denial that had come so easily was real, then…\r\n\r\nPerhaps his magic was trying to tell him something, Cy reflected. Trying to guide him as it often did since the attack. And perhaps…well perhaps the two of them weren’t as dissimilar as first appearances would suggest. He doubted the boy’s fearful, cringing reactions were a result of love and acceptance.\r\n\r\nVery tentatively, Cy reached out with a thin tendril of his magic—imagining himself caressing along the boys back and down towards the base of his tail. The boy whined, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stretched up to meet the invisible caress—unconsciously exposing his vulnerable neck as his leg began a very slight, involuntary scratching motion and his tail wagged hesitantly. He was the very picture of a puppy on the edge of canine bliss. Cy felt his cock twitch as he watched the tip of the pups cock emerge from his foreskin—a hot pink head that begged for attention.\r\n\r\nOh, fuck! Cy’s mind shouted as he groaned and very nearly followed through with the thought. He wanted to roll the pup over, mount him and pound into him right there on the faded red and gold rug until the cum boiling away in his balls flooded into the wolf’s ass. Cum would be a delicious addition to the ash, charcoal, and tiny splinters of wood on the rug. It was that last item that had him pulling away. He didn’t want splinters anywhere near what he had planned.\r\n\r\nThe boy looked up at him—confusion and a little hurt reflected in his eyes as Cy withdrew the caress.\r\n\r\n“Good, pup.” Cy enjoyed the way the boy relaxed instantly under his approval.\r\n\r\nA moment of silence stretched out between them as they looked one another over carefully. Cy could see the boy’s eyes repeatedly drawn to the scars, but refused to hide them.\r\n\r\n“What…what happened?” the boy eventually asked. When Cy didn’t answer immediately, the boy tensed and lower his eyes again fearfully. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“\r\n\r\n“My father had many enemies at court. Enemies that sent an assassin cat that won’t be hunting ever again.” Cy growled angrily at the memory of that night so many years ago that had changed his life forever.\r\n\r\nHe’d barely been seventeen—barely been in control of his magic. But mage society was competitive. It was cutthroat and vicious. Weakness and imperfection simply were not tolerated. Cy had gone from being a first-born, talented and destined to rule his father’s holdings, to an outcast and pariah which his own sire was embarrassed to acknowledge.\r\n\r\nCy was so caught up in his own dark, painful thoughts, he didn’t noticed the wolf-boy move. Suddenly, a cold, wet nose touched the side of Cy’s face. He had to work very hard not to flinch. He refused to show any signs of weakness. Never again. \r\n\r\nBut when a warm tongue caressed the side of his face, Cy started in surprise. The pup looked away as if embarrassed by the spontaneous canine caress. Cy watched him in amazement. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched him, nevermind kissed him.\r\n\r\n“What is your name, little wolf?” Cy couldn’t resist stroking his hand along the ruff of fur that grew at the back and sides of the boys neck like a brindle mane.  It was thick and warm and infinitely fascinating. As he ran his fingers through it, the boy arched up into his touch.\r\n\r\n“Wolf,” the boy replied on a sigh.\r\n\r\nCy cocked an eyebrow—not exactly doubting the little wolf, but…“Really?”\r\n\r\nWolf shrugged and looked away—embarrassed again. “No one ever bothered to call me anything else.”\r\n\r\nCy studied the side of Wolf’s long muzzle and the line of his strong head as it curved up to the tip of his sharp, pointed ears. “It’s a good name. Wolves are strong, loyal and brave,” he finally announced firmly—leaving no room for doubt or ambiguity.\r\n\r\nWolf looked up at him in surprise. Cy had to wonder if the boy had ever received a complement—even an offhanded one such as the one he had offered. He’d have to work hard, but for however long the boy chose to hang around, Cy wouldn’t begrudge them when earned.\r\n\r\n“Are you hungry, Wolf?”\r\n\r\n“Y…yes, Master.”\r\n\r\nCy allowed a small smile of pleasure to tilt the corner of his mouth. He liked the way Wolf said the word Master—low, rough and with an edge of longing.<br>\r\n\r\n**** <br>\r\n\r\n\r\nWolf cocked his head as he watched the gorgeous man in front of him turn and head into a small cooking area.\r\n\r\nMage, he corrected himself instantly. The man was most definitely a Master Mage. The power swirled and throbbed around the man in shimmering eddies so strong Wolf almost felt as if he could reach out and touch them. And for the first time in his life he wanted to. In the past, mages had always scared him just a little, but not this one. Something about this one’s magic was…enthralling.\r\n\r\nThe man had mesmerizing eyes too. Intense, dark blue orbs that Wolf was drawn to over and over again—despite having been warned repeatedly during his training to keep his eyes lowered in submission. Even more inappropriately, Wolf found himself wondering what the man’s soft, enticing pink lips would taste like.\r\n\r\nAnd the long, black hair that was caught in a leather thong at the base of his neck tempted Wolf’s fingers mercilessly. Two large hanks had escaped, framing the mages long, thin face, and Wolf wanted to reach out and touch them so badly—to see if they were as soft and silky as they looked. He managed to restrain himself…just barely.\r\n\r\nStudying the man’s profile, Wolf once again found himself studying the scars on the man’s face. They were three, long, thin red claw marks that made the man look fierce and…strong in Wolf’s opinion. Wolf imagined they belonged to someone that had been tested and proven themselves worthy of survival. Someone that was quite capable of fighting to defend both themselves and their home. It was infinitely attractive to Wolf, whose silly heart longed for that sort of safety and security, and a Master to tie him to it.\r\n\r\nBeing a mage, Wolf would have expected a lot of things—disgust at his appearance being first and foremost. Mages didn’t like imperfection and differences. But this mage didn’t seem at all concerned by his oddity. In fact, he seemed a little…taken with it.\r\n\r\nHe was just so different from anyone Wolf had ever met—mage or shifter. Wolf wasn’t exactly sure what to do with him. At that precise moment Wolf’s cock twitched again, letting him know that if he had no idea, it had a few to offer.\r\n\r\nWolf shivered as he remembered the touch of the man’s magic playing along his body. It was…incredible. A wild, lustful pull that called to his wolf nature, whispering promises of mating and bliss and…home. Wolf shook his head at his own foolishness. He was being utterly ridiculous. Why on Rigial would a Master Mage give him a second glance, unless it was to stare as his strange appearance? He was—\r\n\r\n“Something wrong?”\r\n\r\n“N…no, Master.”\r\n\r\nSomething inside Wolf stretched out towards the mage. He wanted to rub himself all over the man until their scents blended and fused. He wanted to touch and be touched. He constantly had to stifle the growls and whines of invitation in the back of his throat. His body wanted him to lift his hips, cock his tail and brace his limbs for the man to plunge his cock into him in a wild, thorough claiming.\r\n\r\n“So…where did you come from anyway, little wolf?” the Master asked casually as he filled a bowl from a large pot with thick stew. Wolf managed not to fidget as he eyed the bowl hungrily. He wanted the food, but there was no way he was telling the gorgeous man in front of him he was a runaway. And not even a useful, valuable runaway. He was a freak. A curio. Part of a travelling show going from holding to holding for the amusement and awed disgust of the nobility and nosey.\r\n\r\nHe just couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t do it. He didn’t want to see the interest he saw in the other man’s eyes dim. But worse than that, he secretly knew that his heart wouldn’t survive seeing pity in the mage’s eyes.\r\n\r\nThe question of whether or not the mage would withhold food if Wolf refused to answer was solved when the warm bowl was placed in Wolf’s hands. He lapped at it eagerly—gulping it down before the man could change his mind. But the Mage just smiled at him indulgently as he lowered himself into a large, wing-backed chair by the fire.\r\n\r\nA rush of wind that rattled at the windows heralded the arrival of the storm. Wolf shivered just thinking about being outside it in.\r\n\r\n“Looks like we got you in just in time,” the Mage observed.  \r\n\r\n“Thank you, Master,” Wolf whispered—so grateful he felt his heart ache a little with it.\r\n\r\n“You’re welcome, Wolf.”\r\n\r\nWolf quickly finished his meal and looked around, uncertain what to do or where to be. He took his bowl back to the kitchen area and carefully washed and dried it.\r\n\r\n“Why don’t you bring some cushions to the rug and enjoy the fire.”\r\n\r\nWolf sighed. A full belly, a warm fire and the howl of the wind outside, it was an offer too tempting to refuse. Doing as the Master suggested, Wolf gathered the cushions, tucked his legs into his body and curled his tail around himself to settle at the Master''s feet.\r\n\r\nAfter a few moments, a slim hand caressed Wolf’s head, running his long, agile fingers over his ears and down his neck. Wolf pushed into the touch, craving more of the delicious contact. He sighed, closing his eyes in bliss. Not willing to question the perfection of the moment. And never wanting it to end. \r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n****\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nCy ran his hand back through the long fall of his hair—brushing the errant strands away from his face in frustration. Wolf was driving him absolutely insane. Not necessarily in a bad way, more as in “I want him bad”.\r\n\r\nLast night’s storm had raged into the early hours of the morning, but now the forest was calm and still. The sun was even peeking out through the clouds—showcasing the forest in a glittering wonderland that belied how deadly, and lonely it could be.\r\n\r\nCy looked over at Wolf curled contentedly on the hearth rug. Somewhere between the food and intermittent conversation long into the night—before sleep had finally claimed them both—Wolf had calmed and settled in.\r\n\r\nSomehow, Wolf had found a neat little place for himself between the warm fire and Cy’s cold heart.\r\n\r\nIt was a shame the pup was about to get the fright of his life.\r\n\r\nCrouching down at Wolf’s side, Cy gently stroked Wolf’s head. He settled his hand firmly over Wolf’s muzzle as golden brown eyes flickered open—demanding silence.\r\n\r\n“Ssh! Don’t move. Trust me to keep you safe.”\r\n\r\nEven as the words left his mouth, a heavy fist pounded on the door. Wolf’s eyes grew wide and wild with fear. Cy held his breath—waiting to see what the boy would do. If Wolf trusted him, then everything would be fine. More than fine actually. If Wolf bolted, things were going to get ugly. And Cy would lose another little piece of himself—his faith in his instincts. Instincts that told him Wolf wanted to trust and ultimately submit to him.\r\n\r\nAfter a moment, Cy removed his hand. The pup stayed absolutely still except for the rapid movement of his chest as he panted in fear. That was perfectly acceptable—courage without fear was meaningless.\r\n\r\nCy studied Wolf for a moment. His submission—the control and dedication he displayed in doing exactly as he was told—was stunning. It sent a flood of excitement through Cy so powerful he had to take a second to find his own composure, before rising smoothly to his feet and calmly opening the door.\r\n\r\nOutside, in the clearing that passed for Cy’s front yard, a small group of heavily armed men were clustered together, fighting to control their nervous horses. Cy ignored them in favour of staring down the two guards that stood on his doorstep. He carefully kept his demeanour neutral—neither welcoming nor outright driving them away. Though the temptation was strong.\r\n\r\nThe man directly in front of him—the one who had most likely pounded on the cabin door—cleared his throat. “Good day to you, Sir. We’re—”\r\n\r\n“Master,” Cy said coldly.       \r\n\r\n“Huh?”<br>\r\nCy pointed to the lintel where is mages sigil was displayed. Admittedly it was tarnished with weather and age—long since browned so it nearly blended in with the wooden frame—but that was no excuse. He was quite within his rights to punish them all for the lack of respect afforded his station. And the men knew it. They paled to a rather sickly shade of white-green.\r\n\r\n“I beg your pardon, Master Mage. Forgive me.” The pair stepped back—bowing low at the waist, their hands clutching over their hearts in a frantic bid to appease.\r\n\r\nCy stood silent and aloof.\r\n\r\n“We…ah…we’re chasing a runaway slave. It’s sneaky and dangerous, with a monstrous appearance. Have you seen anything…weird in the area lately?”\r\n\r\n“No.”\r\n\r\nThe first man blinked, waiting for Cy to elaborate—perhaps even watching for a slip or a sign that something was amiss. The second man shifted from foot to foot, looking out into the forest—either worried about the possibility of another snow storm or wanting to run away from Cy. The guards trying to calm the nervous horses behind them looked like they were hoping for an invitation to come in out of the weather—obviously having missed Cy pointing out the sigil.\r\n\r\nAll of them were going to be bitterly disappointed. Cy didn’t flinch. Cy didn’t give a toss if the men hunting Wolf froze to death. And he certainly wasn’t in the habit of inviting strangers to stay—barring gorgeous wolf-boys with warm golden eyes and tight furry asses, of course.\r\n\r\n“Well, we…ah…we—“\r\n\r\n“Yes, good day, gentlemen. I suggest you leave my land by sunset.”\r\n\r\nWith that, Cy closed the door in their faces. He paused long enough to reach out with his magic and feel the group clamber up onto their mounts and hurry away—the tang of fear following them out of his clearing.\r\n\r\nThen he turned back to the frightened wolf cowering on his rug.\r\n\r\n“You’ve been a very naughty pup, haven’t you?”\r\n\r\n“No, Master! I…I’m a good boy. A good pup.” Wolf swallowed visibly, the silky smooth hair on his throat undulating under the nervous wave of muscles. “Y…your—?”\r\n\r\nWolf didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.\r\n\r\nIt was way too soon. Way too fast. There were a million words to say between them. A thousand touches and, hopefully hundreds of soft sighs and little whining cries. And if Cy was very lucky, perhaps even a few tears. Still, the unspoken offer—the promise of something one day—was…tempting. More than tempting. It was…intoxicating.\r\n\r\nWhich is the only explanation Cy could come up with years later for what happened next.\r\n\r\nSurging forward, Cy gripped the thick fur at the back of Wolf’s neck and yanked him closer—pulling him up from the floor until they stood toe to toe. Wolf followed eagerly, and was quickly pinned against Cy’s body.\r\n\r\nHolding him firmly in place, and acting purely on instinct, Cy rubbed his face along the side of Wolf’s head, stopping only when he came to the base of one tall, triangular ear.\r\n\r\n“Should I make you prove yourself, pup?” Cy whispered. “Prove that you’re a good boy?” Wolf whined, but pushed closer to Cy at the same time.\r\n\r\n“P…please, Master.”\r\n\r\nOh! So pretty!\r\n\r\nCy reached down and took Wolf’s cock in his hand. It was hot and hard. Swiping the tip, Cy also felt how wet it was—pre-cum spilling out of the slit to coat his thumb.\r\n\r\n“Eager little pup. Do you like that?”\r\n\r\nWolf whined and nodded, burying his head against Cy’s neck.\r\n\r\n“Tell me. I want to hear you.”\r\n\r\n“Y…yes…Master. Oh! Please…”\r\n\r\nWolf’s velvety warm tongue licked over Cy’s neck, sending shivers of delight racing up and down his spine. Cy felt his cock throb in his pants, seconds away from release when Wolf caressed the lobe of his ear and hesitantly reached out to clutch Cy’s waist. \r\n\r\nIt was too much. Cy released the boy’s cock and took a step back. He didn’t want to come in his pants—not when there were better, more attractive alternatives.\r\n\r\n“On your knees, pup.” \r\n\r\nFor a moment, Wolf looked confused by the instructions, but quickly lowered himself to the floor when Cy continued to stare at him—waiting for his order to be obeyed. He couldn’t help but smile when Wolf’s snout nosed forward in tiny, involuntary jerks, sniffing the air around Cy’s groin. He knew the instant Wolf caught the scent of his arousal—the pup’s eyes widened as he began to pant.\r\n\r\nBut Cy had other plans for that long, pink tongue.\r\n\r\nHe released the leather ties on his pants and pushed the material aside so his cock sprang free—bobbing enthusiastically in front of Wolf’s face. Wolf focused on it so completely that he actually started in surprise when Cy spoke several seconds later—trying to get his attention. Cy applauded the boy’s dedication, but he wanted the pup’s tongue on him. Now!\r\n\r\n“Lick it,” Cy repeated, holding his cock steady and offering it to Wolf. \r\n\r\nSlow and hesitant, Wolf leaned forward and tentatively lapped at the rounded head, swiping the drop of pre-cum that had formed at the slit. Chills of pleasure raced across Cy’s skin, forcing a moan of bliss from him. The more he moaned, the braver Wolf got—it seemed foolish to hold it in.\r\n\r\nSoon the boy was bathing Cy’s entire cock, balls and even the tender, sensitive flesh where his leg met his body with his long, agile tongue. It was so delightful, Cy found himself needing to catch hold of the wolf’s head to steady himself—but it only seemed to spur his lover on.\r\n\r\nSoon it became too much again.\r\n\r\n“Stop!”\r\n\r\nWolf whined and gazed up—meeting Cy’s eyes with a pleading, golden-yellow look as he swiped the cock in front of him once more very lightly, as if begging to be allowed to continue.\r\n\r\n“I said stop!” Cy forced the pup away, but eased the reprimand by stroking his hand over one silky ear, gently scratching the base with his finger tips.\r\n\r\n“On all fours for me, pup. I want inside you now.”\r\n\r\nCy didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone move faster. Wolf spun around, lowering himself to his elbows so his ass was offered up to Cy in one swift movement. It was such an amazing display Cy had to take a moment to admire it. Wolf’s knees were spread apart for support, allowing Cy to see the glorious globes of his firm furry balls hanging full and heavy between his legs. The taunt, furry cheeks of his muscular ass were parted just enough to glimpse the tight, puckered rosette Cy longed to feel wrapped around his cock. And Wolf’s thick bushy tail was cocked to the side, allowing easy access to his most private hole. It was nearly more than Cy could take. But something was missing.\r\n\r\n“Stay,” Cy growled as he hurried to the kitchen.\r\n\r\nAfter ferreting around for several wasted seconds, he finally found a fresh jar of oil and rushed back. Kneeling down directly behind Wolf, Cy slathered the thin oil liberally over his cock. When Wolf looked back over his shoulder, watching him with sultry yellow eyes, Cy nearly lost all reason and plunged straight in. But he managed to restrain himself. Instead, he took the time to circle Wolf’s hole, spreading oil around to sooth and loosen the muscles, dipping his fingertips inside to open the way for his claiming.\r\n\r\nWolf pushed back against his fingers, softly growling, his eyes closing in eager anticipation. Cy couldn’t take it any more. He lined up his cock and nudged the head into Wolf—giving a few, teasing thrusts to ease his way, before surging ahead in one long push that buried him balls deep in Wolf’s ass.\r\n\r\nWolf arched back into him, drawing him impossibly deeper. Their balls touched for a moment, before Cy pulled back, only to plunge back in for more of Wolf’s tight heat over and over again. Sweat dripped off Cy’s brow. Wolf grunted and whined as he thrust back against Cy. It was pure, wild, torturous bliss. But it couldn’t go on for much longer. Cy was too close. They both were. Pressure building, Cy reached around, encircling Wolf’s cock with his hand. He wanted to feel Wolf come while buried deep inside him.\r\n\r\n“Now, Wolf. Cum for me now.”\r\n\r\nWith the command, Wolf threw back his head and came, gripping Cy’s cock like a vice and locking him deep inside. The pulsing contractions of Wolf’s ass as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum out into Cy’s hand and across the rug were all Cy needed though.\r\n\r\n“Wolf!” Cy cried—yelling the name into the rafters as he exploded in great jerking waves of cum inside Wolf’s ass.\r\n\r\nTime hung suspended as their balls emptied. A rush of pleasure so strong swept over him that Cy lost all connection to the world. The only thing that existed was Wolf’s body—warm and soft beneath his hands and wrapped around his cock.\r\n\r\nFinally, Cy pulled free, gently guiding Wolf back against him. Wolf whined as he sat back on his heels.\r\n\r\n“Did I hurt you.” Cy heard the edge of concern in his own voice, but didn’t regret it. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Wolf. Well not in a bad hurt kind of way at least.\r\n\r\n“Splinter,” Wolf explained, holding out his hand for Cy’s inspection.\r\n\r\nCy reached out and cradled it between his hands. It was surprisingly soft. An amazing combination of human hand and wolf’s paw that was unique to Wolf. And in the pad of one digit a surprisingly large sliver of wood could be seen.\r\n\r\nHe’d have to remember to clean the rug thoroughly before they played in front of the fire again. And there would be an again. Winters were obnoxiously long and bitterly cold this far north. Leaning forward, Cy lowered his mouth to the fingertip, all the while watching Wolf’s golden eyes widen in surprise. He used his tongue to gently probe the area, guiding his teeth in to nip around the splinter. Gripping it firmly, Cy removed the foreign object from Wolf’s paw then bathed the injury with a few gentle swipes of his tongue.\r\n\r\nWolf whined, wriggling his ass. Cy smiled at the telling reaction. He suddenly loved long winters.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n****\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nEpilogue\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nCy studied the smooth white expanse of fresh snow around his cabin carefully. There were no boot prints, no paw or hoof marks to mar its crisp new surface. Since last night’s snow storm, nothing had passed this way. He’d make sure to set out more wards over the next days, weeks and months, but apparently the searchers had moved on.\r\n\r\nOr perhaps simply given up. It wasn’t unheard of for people to simply disappear in the Great Northern Tundra. After a week in the cold, unforgiving environment, with no clothes, food or shelter, no one would expect to find Wolf alive.\r\n\r\nCy smiled. He knew Wolf was very much alive—though slightly exhausted after an extended play. He’d left the pup curled up, snoring softly to complete the rounds he made twice a day since Wolf came into his life. He had a prize even more precious than solitude to protect now. He was twice as vigilant as he’d ever been before. Weaving another, slightly stronger dissuade spell around the perimeter that would gently nudge any trespasses away from the cabin, Cy headed back. He really didn’t want to have to spill blood to defend his Wolf. It was just so messy and always led to headaches. Better just to avoid the issue altogether.\r\n\r\nBut one way or another, Wolf was his, and he was staying that way. No one was getting their hands on the pup…well other than Cy, of course. And he planned to have his hands on, in and over the boy as often as possible. He didn’t want anyone or anything to disrupt that goal.\r\n\r\nSpeaking of which—\r\n\r\nCy quietly opened the cabin door—shedding his cloak and easing off his snow encrusted boots once he had secured the latch with a locking spell. He left both boots and cloak to dry by the fire and padded into the bedroom on soft, stockinged feet. When he had left to search the perimeter, Wolf had been curled up—fast asleep and exhausted. Expecting to see more of the same, Cy was surprised to find his little wolf awake.\r\n\r\nWolf’s tail was lazily fanning the air in a deliberately provocative way. The gentle back and forth sway drew attention to where the root emerged above the tightest, most drool worthy ass Cy has ever had the pleasure of. Wolf’s balls rested against the sheets, begging to be fondled and squeezed just enough to induce a delicious humping against the linens.\r\n\r\nAnd as if that wasn’t enough, Wolf’s arms cradled his head in the sweetest, most enticing display of innocence Cy had ever seen. But it was the eyes—golden and soft and the tiny smile that reached out and snared Cy’s heart.\r\n\r\nThe promise was still there. But now it was tempered with something even more precious. More rare and utterly beguiling. Love shone back at him—new and unspoken—but like a tiny mustard seed, it promised years if only Cy was brave enough to accept it. Strong enough to nurture it.\r\n\r\nWithout a second thought, Cy stepped into the room. He was brave. He was strong. And he was utterly, blissfully lost. \r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nTHE END\r\n\r\nCopyright ©2010 Jade Archer\r\n\r\nAlso by Jade Archer:\r\n\r\nTreacherous Sun (The Nu Hayven Chronicles) [March 2011]\r\n\r\nDevon’s Revenge (Portals) [April 2011]\r\n\r\nEthan’s Freedom (Portals)\r\n\r\nSandpipers’ Secrets (Sandpipers) [Jan 2011]\r\n\r\nWhere to Find Harte (Contact)\r\n\r\nWhy Jay Ran Away (Contact)\r\n\r\nHow to Steal Blade (Contact)\r\n\r\nWhat To Do With Lore (Contact)', 27, NULL),
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(52, 1, 'Sometimes in big Hollywood movies they’ll have these crazy chase scenes where somebody jumps or gets thrown from a moving car. The person hits the ground and rolls for a bit. Then they come to a stop and pop up and dust themselves off, like it was no big deal. Whenever I see that I think, That’s rubbish. Getting thrown out of a moving car hurts way worse than that.\r\nI was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was—and still is—a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By “adopt” I mean it was forced on us. The white man was quite stern with the native. “You need to pray to Jesus,” he said. “Jesus will save you.” To which the native replied, “Well, we do need to be saved—saved from you, but that’s beside the point. So let’s give this Jesus thing a shot.”\r\nMy whole family is religious, but where my mother was Team Jesus all the way, my grandmother balanced her Christian faith with the traditional Xhosa beliefs she’d grown up with, communicating with the spirits of our ancestors. For a long time I didn’t understand why so many black people had abandoned their indigenous faith for Christianity. But the more we went to church and the longer I sat in those pews the more I learned about how Christianity works: If you’re Native American and you pray to the wolves, you’re a savage. If you’re African and you pray to your ancestors, you’re a primitive. But when white people pray to a guy who turns water into wine, well, that’s just common sense.\r\nMy childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!) Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth between these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup: Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church.\r\nMixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, supermodern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-style seating and a rock band jamming out with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didn’t know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church.\r\nWhite church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didn’t actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple.\r\nI grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. Boyz II Men were not allowed in my mother’s house. Songs about some guy grinding on a girl all night long? No, no, no. That was forbidden. I’d hear the other kids at school singing “End of the Road,” and I’d have no clue what was going on. I knew of these Boyz II Men, but I didn’t really know who they were. The only music I knew was from church: soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. My mom didn’t want my mind polluted by movies with sex and violence. So the Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? That’s pretty badass. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I kicked everyone’s ass.\r\nThen there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-revival-style church. We usually went to my grandmother’s church, an old-school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-and-white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough, I won’t lie. No air-conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. 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The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, “I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!” Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all had in common was that they wouldn’t stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didn’t fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didn’t matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun.\r\nChristian karaoke, badass action stories, and violent faith healers—man, I loved church. The thing I didn’t love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that wasn’t bad enough, some Sundays we’d double back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, I’d collapse into bed.\r\nThis particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were finally all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldn’t start. My mom had this ancient, broken-down, bright-tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing. The reason she got it for next to nothing was because it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Almost everything that’s ever gone wrong in my life I can trace back to a secondhand car. Secondhand cars made me get detention for being late for school. Secondhand cars left us hitchhiking on the side of the freeway. 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