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Folken lay silently on the floor of his room, half-naked and almost out of breath.
" I feel so much better now!" he said with a smile, followed by a long, deep sigh.
Slowly, he crawled to his feet and headed toward the washroom to put on his make up.
Evidently, he still has some unfinished business to take care of.
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Dryden was sitting with his legs spread open on the small sofa in Allen's room; his eyes fixed on the little closet that belonged to his lover. Waiting impatiently, he took off all his clothing and untied his hair.
"Can you hurry up?" the merchant said with frustration.
Slowly and cat-like, the blond haired man crawled out from behind the closet door, wearing a women's dress. Dryden couldn't help but grin as he charged toward Allen like a lion hungry for a piece of meat. Ironically, before he made it to his prey, Dryden tripped over his own clothing and stumbled forward, landing hard on the cold floor.
Cursing in pain, Dryden looked up at the giggling Allen and flushed in embarrassment.
" How dare you laugh!" the brown-haired man said as he reached one of his large hands to grab Allen's ass. He squeezed it hard.
Aroused by the action, Allen jumped on Dryden and started rubbing himself against the man's hairy body. Dryden moaned with pleasure as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.
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Van passed by Allen's room on his way to the kitchen and heard the sounds again. Shaking his head, he covered his ears and made a funny face.
" Do they ever stop?" he asked himself.
The sounds continued to grow, sending shivers through Van's body.
" Apparently not." He sighed and rushed out the kitchen door.
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Dilandau rushed into his room and grabbed his old clothes from the previous day and forced them onto his body. As he struggled to put on his pants, he turned his head toward Jajuka and realized that the dude was staring at him with a naughty smile on his face.
Realizing that the silver haired man had spotted him peaking, the beast- man rolled his eyeballs toward another direction and began to whistle a tune.
Dilandau fell to the ground.
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Folken arrived at his destination and gathered up his courage before pushing open the small, wooden door of the bakery. He tried to act casual, but found it difficult to do so.
" Why the hell am I so nervous?" he asked himself in anger when suddenly, he was greeted by a familiar voice.
"Lord Folken, How may I help you today?" Gaddes, the baker welcomed the tall man with a smile.
Folken stood still for a minute and thought of something to say.
" You can help me by raping me!" his inner voices hummed the lyrics in unison and made Folken blush like a young girl. Shaking of that thought, Folken focussed on what he should say.
After a long time of pondering, the nervous man finally managed to stutter the words " Two.two. buns please."
Gaddes arched his eyebrows and turned toward the selection of pastries. The man took a paper bag from under the counter and bent forward to pick up the buns.
" What an ass!" Folken said in a whisper as he stared at the meaty butt.
Quickly turning around, the baker gave Folken a surprised expression.
" I heard that!" Gaddes said, grinning as he put the pastries into Folken's shaking hands.
Seconds later, Folken disappeared out the door with his two buns. It was until he was miles away from the bakery that the panting man realized, he had forgotten to pay.
Thinking back to how stupid he was back there, Folken charged up to a passing old man and pulled him into an alleyway.
He had to let his anger out some how, so he punched and scratched at the unlucky old man till the terrified beggar kicked Folken in the groin, sending him crouching on the ground.
" oww...that.thatttt hurts!" Folken whimpered in agony.
The bruised, old man laughed evilly and disappeared into the streets.
To be continued...
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Author's note: Gaddes the baker was suggested in one of the reviews. Thank you for the suggestion !!
Sometimes I wonder..Maybe I have too much time on my hands.
Intertwines
Folken lay silently on the floor of his room, half-naked and almost out of breath.
" I feel so much better now!" he said with a smile, followed by a long, deep sigh.
Slowly, he crawled to his feet and headed toward the washroom to put on his make up.
Evidently, he still has some unfinished business to take care of.
*********************
Dryden was sitting with his legs spread open on the small sofa in Allen's room; his eyes fixed on the little closet that belonged to his lover. Waiting impatiently, he took off all his clothing and untied his hair.
"Can you hurry up?" the merchant said with frustration.
Slowly and cat-like, the blond haired man crawled out from behind the closet door, wearing a women's dress. Dryden couldn't help but grin as he charged toward Allen like a lion hungry for a piece of meat. Ironically, before he made it to his prey, Dryden tripped over his own clothing and stumbled forward, landing hard on the cold floor.
Cursing in pain, Dryden looked up at the giggling Allen and flushed in embarrassment.
" How dare you laugh!" the brown-haired man said as he reached one of his large hands to grab Allen's ass. He squeezed it hard.
Aroused by the action, Allen jumped on Dryden and started rubbing himself against the man's hairy body. Dryden moaned with pleasure as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.
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Van passed by Allen's room on his way to the kitchen and heard the sounds again. Shaking his head, he covered his ears and made a funny face.
" Do they ever stop?" he asked himself.
The sounds continued to grow, sending shivers through Van's body.
" Apparently not." He sighed and rushed out the kitchen door.
*********
Dilandau rushed into his room and grabbed his old clothes from the previous day and forced them onto his body. As he struggled to put on his pants, he turned his head toward Jajuka and realized that the dude was staring at him with a naughty smile on his face.
Realizing that the silver haired man had spotted him peaking, the beast- man rolled his eyeballs toward another direction and began to whistle a tune.
Dilandau fell to the ground.
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Folken arrived at his destination and gathered up his courage before pushing open the small, wooden door of the bakery. He tried to act casual, but found it difficult to do so.
" Why the hell am I so nervous?" he asked himself in anger when suddenly, he was greeted by a familiar voice.
"Lord Folken, How may I help you today?" Gaddes, the baker welcomed the tall man with a smile.
Folken stood still for a minute and thought of something to say.
" You can help me by raping me!" his inner voices hummed the lyrics in unison and made Folken blush like a young girl. Shaking of that thought, Folken focussed on what he should say.
After a long time of pondering, the nervous man finally managed to stutter the words " Two.two. buns please."
Gaddes arched his eyebrows and turned toward the selection of pastries. The man took a paper bag from under the counter and bent forward to pick up the buns.
" What an ass!" Folken said in a whisper as he stared at the meaty butt.
Quickly turning around, the baker gave Folken a surprised expression.
" I heard that!" Gaddes said, grinning as he put the pastries into Folken's shaking hands.
Seconds later, Folken disappeared out the door with his two buns. It was until he was miles away from the bakery that the panting man realized, he had forgotten to pay.
Thinking back to how stupid he was back there, Folken charged up to a passing old man and pulled him into an alleyway.
He had to let his anger out some how, so he punched and scratched at the unlucky old man till the terrified beggar kicked Folken in the groin, sending him crouching on the ground.
" oww...that.thatttt hurts!" Folken whimpered in agony.
The bruised, old man laughed evilly and disappeared into the streets.
To be continued...
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Author's note: Gaddes the baker was suggested in one of the reviews. Thank you for the suggestion !!
Sometimes I wonder..Maybe I have too much time on my hands.
Intertwines