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Hit em up by Tupac Shakur heard on Notorious movie
Artist: Tupac Shakur
Music By: Tupac Shakur, Duane Hitchings, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Malcolm Greenidge, Johnny J, Yafeu Fula, Bruce Washington
Courtesy: Death Row Records
Music By: Tupac Shakur, Duane Hitchings, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Malcolm Greenidge, Johnny J, Yafeu Fula, Bruce Washington
Courtesy: Death Row Records
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This is how we do it by Montell Jordan
Hypnotize by The Notorious B.i.g
Children's story by Slick Rick
Keep ya head up by Tupac Shakur
Same song by Digital Underground
Now the day is over by Faith Evans
Big poppa by The Notorious B.i.g
Flava in ya ear by Craig Mack
Bass not bass by Mastermix
Unbelievable by The Notorious B.i.g
Who got da props by Black Moon
Going back to cali by The Notorious B.i.g
Born again (intro) by The Notorious B.i.g
Ten crack commandments by The Notorious B.i.g
Machine gun funk by The Notorious B.i.g
Vincent by Don Mclean
Wuthering heights by Kate Bush
The breaks by Christopher Jordan Wallace & Jasper Briggs
Dancehall rub by Brinsley Forde
Mr. magic rap attack promo by Mr. Magic & Marley Marl
Hit em up lyricsfuck
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
Reed full lyrics money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, feel it!
Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I run on you nigga,
and I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, we hit em' up...
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, why you're fuckin' with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on tha couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No point to comment , we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas in de janeiro
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my clique lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia clique movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Five: Idi Amin
You is a, b writer, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alizee with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper,
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be known, we approachin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got em crossed
Soon as the funk is poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, before you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life riders West side till we die!
Out here in California nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and fa'real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz *echoes*


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News & Insights
Appellate Court Reaffirms Application of Prior or Pending Litigation Exclusion to Lawsuit Arising out of "Overall Scheme"
A Florida District Court of Appeal has denied a motion for rehearing of its previous decision affirming summary judgment in favor of insurers on the grounds that the insurers properly applied a prior or pending litigation exclusion to deny coverage for a lawsuit that was based on the same or similar allegations at issue in an earlier lawsuit. Acosta, Inc. v. Nat'l Union Fire Ins. Co., 2010 WL 2976519 (Fla. Dist. Ct. App. Jul. 30, 2010). The court, however, withdrew its previous opinion and issued a modified opinion affirming the trial court's grant of summary judgment in favor of the insurer.
Insurers issued D&O policies to a food brokerage company for the November 1, 2002 to November 1, 2003 policy period. The policies barred coverage for Loss in connection with a Claim "alleging, arising out of, based upon or attributable to as of [November 1, 2001], any pending or prior: (1) litigation; or (2) administrative or regulatory proceeding or investigation of which an Insured had notice, or alleging any Wrongful Act which is the same or Related Wrongful Act to that alleged in such pending or prior litigation or administrative or regulatory proceeding or investigation" (the Prior Litigation Exclusion).
In May 2001, a competitor to the insured company filed for bankruptcy, and in June 2001, the competitor filed a complaint for turnover and injunctive relief against the insured company (the Turnover Action). The competitor and the insured company had allegedly executed an interim agreement under which the insured agreed to enter broker agreements with certain of the competitor's clients and to pay for its use of any of the competitor's assets. The competitor moved the bankruptcy court to approve the agreement as memorialized in a term sheet but later withdrew its motion. After the motion was withdrawn, the company allegedly hired many of the competitor's former employees, entered agreements with the competitor's clients, and removed files and laptops from the competitor's offices. The parties resolved the Turnover Action informally. In May 2003, the "Creditors' Trust" filed a lawsuit against the insured company (the Creditors Action). The complaint in the Creditors Action alleged, among other things, that in the May-June 2001 time period, the company used the competitor's property, including its files and computers; obtained the competitor's trade secrets; and obtained the competitor's retail relationships and contracts.
After the insurers denied coverage for the Creditors Action based on the Prior Litigation Exclusion, the insured initiated the coverage action. The trial court granted summary judgment in favor of the insurers. On appeal, the appellate court first considered whether it was necessary to consider extrinsic evidence to determine whether the Prior Litigation Exclusion applied. The court recognized that numerous other courts have held, in specific circumstances, that the applicability of an exclusion depended on facts developed through evidence. The court, however, concluded that the issue of whether to consider extrinsic evidence had to be decided on a case-by-case basis and in some cases, including this case, the "clarity of the pleadings" rendered the consideration of extrinsic evidence unnecessary.
The court next declined to reach the insured's argument that the trial court erred in not making a count-by-count comparison of each count in the Turnover Action and Creditors Action to decide whether the Prior Litigation Exclusion applied. The insurers had argued that only a comparison of the two complaints was necessary. The court noted that the issue would require an analysis of the definition of "Claim" to determine if each count constituted a separate "Claim," but stated that it was unnecessary to engage in such an analysis because, even if the insured were correct that a count-by-count comparison was necessary, the Prior Litigation Exclusion would apply to every count in the Creditors Action.
The court concluded that the insurers were entitled to deny coverage based on the first prong of the Prior Litigation Exclusion because the Creditors A ction "arose out of" the Turnover A ction. The court stated that although the Creditors Action contained a number of different counts, "the two suits were still connected as part of the overall scheme set forth in the underlying suit, as illustrated by the numerous similar factual allegations and shared time frame." The court determined that each count of the Creditors Action was "unmistakably related" to the Turnover Action and that all counts against the insured in the Creditors Action "center[ed] on its efforts to obtain contracts with [its competitor's] clients." The court concluded that the "lack of identical causes of action or damages models is not dispositive of whether the suits are factually related." As such, the court held that the insurers had properly denied coverage based on the Prior Litigation Exclusion."

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By Gale Fiege Herald Writer
ARLINGTON — Two newcomers are running for a vacant Arlington City Council seat, Position 7.
Retired educator Jan Schuette, perhaps best known as chairwoman of Arlington's Relay for Life fundraisers for the American Cancer Society, and Mike Hopson, a municipal airport commissioner, face off in the Nov. 5 general election. Ballots are to be mailed to voters on Oct. 17.
The candidates are touting to voters their experience and their approaches to problem solving.
Schuette, a former Stanwood High School principal, has served on the state council on vocational education, handled multi- million dollar budgets, written grant requests and managed many employees, she said. Hopson has attended nearly every City Council meeting during the past three years, and Schuette has been attending for more than a year. Along with his service on the airport commission, Hopson also is an educator and has served on the board of a community mental health association, he said.
The candidates agree with each other about how Arlington should support itself through the sales tax. The city needs to encourage growth of manufacturing companies in the city, they said.
The City Council this month is toying with the idea of a property tax increase, an issue that could go before voters next year, to build its reserves and pay for city operations.
The candidates said they might support the idea in the short term.
"But instead of a property tax increase, I would rather we grow our way out of the problem of a budget shortfall and that we better manage our city finances," Hopson said. "A property tax alternative might be OK in short term. But we need to rely on manufacturing."
Schuette said Arlington has one of the lowest tax rates in the county and she believes voters would support a limited property tax increase for essential services.
She said she is most concerned that the city find the resources to rebuild the number of police and firefighters in Arlington by at least two positions in each department. The increasing number of calls to the fire and police departments demands that the need be filled, she said.
"In order to add personnel, we must have a sustainable tax base," Schuette said. "It is imperative that Arlington attracts new companies and retains our current businesses. The knowledge and skills I gained on the state Council on Vocational Education working on training our work force will provide a perspective not currently available on the City Council."
Schuette is endorsed by the Arlington firefighters union.
Hopson said he is not concerned with the lack of such an endorsement.
"I am not an advocate for any special interest, especially those who receive taxpayer money," he said. "When it comes to issues, what drives me are the facts, the studies, the audits. My sole purpose is to serve the public interest, and I am free to do just that."
Hopson said one of his main interests is in establishing a drug program to address what he sees as the community's heroin epidemic among its youth.
"A program that treats heroin addiction as a medical problem rather than a legal problem, one that dramatically reduces the overwhelming burden that is currently placed on police resources," he said. "I am committed to make government work for the public interest."
Schuette praised the city staff and City Council for looking ahead to the future of Arlington.
"I really would like to be part of that vision," Schuette said. "I am open-minded and I have the leadership skills, time and energy to make a difference for our city."
Gale Fiege: 425-339-3427; email@example.com.
Arlington City Council, Position 7
At stake is a four-year seat on the Arlington City Council. The job pays between $400 and $800 a month, depending on how many meetings a council member attends.
Mike Hopson
Age: 65
Experience: Arlington Airport commissioner; retired public school teacher; current community college online instructor.
Website: www.supporters ofmikehopson.com
Jan Schuette
Age: 68
Experience: Retired principal of Stanwood High School; as director of alternative schools in Yakima, she managed budgets of more than $3 million; served on state Council on Vocational Education; Arlington Relay for Life chairwoman and longtime community volunteer.
Website: janschuette forcitycouncil.com


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Thanks to Bob, Mark was calming down, starting to think straight again, but the enormous hurt was still there. He looked plaintively at Bob. "Hell, I may be thinking straight but I still keep flashing on the sight of Jamie, stoned out of his mind with that moron's dick up his ass. I'll never get over that, man .... I'll never be able to forgive him .... never again think of him as my boy. Him and me .... we're done for."
The sight that haunted Mark was the one that had greeted him and Nate at the beach. Jamie had not returned home from a day's surfing and Nate had taken Mark in search of him. He led Mark to a beach Nate no longer went to with Jamie, as the surfers there were "a bunch of stoners." They had found Jamie in a secluded patch of beach sheltered by rocks.
Jamie was asleep on his side. Nestled behind him was the leader of the surfer group, Troy, a tall, skanky-looking dirty blond, with a swimmer's body, older than the other guys. They were both naked, both asleep, but what rooted Mark and Nate to the spot was that Troy's dick was buried in Jamie's ass.
Mark had taken a deep breath to steady himself and keep control. He looked down at one of the surfboards, its surface spread with drug paraphernalia - a bong, a baggie full of grass, razor blades, rolled-up dollar bills and lines of white powder spread out on the board. Silently Mark bent down, pressed his finger into the powder and rubbed it on the tip of his tongue.
He looked at Nate and said softly, "Meth .... crystal meth."
Mark had yanked Jamie out of there and driven him home but the drugs had transformed his golden boy into someone he didn't recognize. Feeling the full sexual impact of the meth, Jamie was rambling .... "You wanna suck, my dick, sir? .... I feel so horny ... you wanna fuck my ass?"
At home Mark had disgustedly pulled Jamie down to the basement room and savagely spanked his naked ass. He could have injured him seriously had it not been for the intervention of Bob. Bob had taken charge, told the twins to watch over Jamie, and guided a stunned Mark up to his and Randy's room where the only force strong enough to calm him down was sex.
Mark had fucked Bob as if he were taking revenge on Jamie, a catharsis that helped purge him of his shock, pain and desperation. But despite Bob's efforts to console him, Mark saw only a bleak future, one that did not include Jamie. "I hear what you're saying, buddy, but after what Jamie's done ..... I dunno, man. He's just not my boy anymore."
Mark was exhausted - physically and emotionally. "You're gonna crash here tonight, Mark," Bob said decisively. Mark started to protest but Bob was adamant. "You won't be able to sleep in the bed you share with Jamie, and he's in the basement in a deep sleep by now I'm sure. I'll check with the twins - they're taking care of him."
All the fight was gone from Mark and, still naked after the sex, he lay back on the bed and let Bob pull the covers over him. His mind shut down as a sort of defense mechanism and in a few minutes he was asleep. Bob pulled on his shorts and went downstairs where he found Randy and Zack sitting at the table over drinks, discussing the events that by now were known by everyone. Bob phoned down to the twins who confirmed that Jamie was indeed sound asleep. Then he joined the two men and poured himself a stiff drink.
He sensed thunderclouds over Randy, and as Bob sat down the storm erupted. "When that damn fool kid wakes up I'm gonna go down there and show him what I think about drugs. He may be Mark's boy but he brought drugs into the house and that affects all of us .... it could spread to the other boys. He needs a damn good whipping and if Mark won't do it, I will."
Bob looked at Zack and rolled his eyes. He said calmly, "First of all, Randy, Jamie did not bring drugs into the house. He used them on the beach. And second of all, as you said, Jamie is Mark's boy and, according to your own rule, a master takes responsibility for his boy with no interference by others. Our job is to be supportive of our buddies who are hurting." He looked pointedly at Randy "We certainly don't need anyone fanning the flames."
That last jab struck a nerve in Randy. He calmed down and even managed a grin. "Shit, man, what is this, Randy control?" He winked at Zack. "OK, Bob, you're the boss .... what next?"
"Well, the first thing is .... a confession. Mark was in a hell of a state when he got home so I took him to our room and calmed him down and ....."
"And that included sex, I suppose," Randy said, with a hint of anger in his voice. Then his face relaxed. "You know, it wasn't so long ago I'd have beat the shit out of you for that. But I guess you've changed me, buddy." He grinned. "Just don't push your luck, man."
Bob shifted uncomfortably. "Well actually that's just what I am gonna do - push my luck - 'cause I need a big favor. Mark is asleep in our bed and he shouldn't be alone so I was wondering if I could stay with him tonight and..... I mean, if you could ....."
"Shit damn, you're sleeping with Mark and kicking me out of my own room?"
Bob blushed. "No, I .... well, I guess I ..... I thought that .... Sorry, Randy .... bad idea."
Randy chuckled. "Hey, no sweat, buddy. I was just hanging you out to dry there a bit. Actually I'm way ahead of you. Listen, guys, this Jamie thing has knocked everyone off balance, especially the boys. They're all gathered in Pablo and Darius's room right now like it's the end of the world. In a way it is - their world anyway. You know how when one of them's in trouble they circle the wagons and protect him. Jamie was always a favorite and now chances are Mark's gonna throw him out. They're adrift and they need our help.
"They're a great bunch of guys," Randy continued. "Tonight Nate will have Adam, of course, Pablo and Darius will have each other, Eddie is going up to Hassan's and the twins are together downstairs keeping watch on Jamie. That leaves my brother Ben .... and he'll have me. I'm gonna sleep with him. He's new here but he likes Jamie a lot and now he'll be feeling lost and confused. His own sense of security has taken a hit now that he's seen how a relationship as rock solid as Jamie's can be busted apart in an instant. I don't want Ben to be alone tonight."
He pulled Bob to him and kissed him on the mouth. "I love the hell out of you man. And while I'm taking care of Ben, you take good care of the cop. But tomorrow you're mine again .... and I think you know what that means, big guy."
He got up and went into the house. Zack raised his eyebrows. "Whew, he said you'd changed him .... but tamed him would be more like it. I've never heard him talk about the boys with such feeling ... never knew the big, tough boss had such a soft center inside him."
Bob smiled. "He always had it in him, Zack. I just had to dig pretty deep to find it. OK, now tomorrow we're just gonna have to take our lead from Mark - see what he wants to do with Jamie. I hope to god he doesn't send him away, though right now that's his intention, I think. In the meantime the best thing we can all do is maintain our usual routine. Hard work is what the boys need so don't go easy on them, buddy, just because they're feeling off balance."
Zack nodded in agreement, then smiled. "'Course that won't be too hard with Randy cracking the whip. He can be tough as nails. Maybe, as you say, he has his tender side, but it sure don't show on the construction site, I can tell you that."
But right now Randy was feeling anything but tough as he climbed the stairs to Ben's room. He knocked softy and went in to find Ben sitting on the edge of the bed hugging his knees, his head bowed in grief and confusion. He looked up and his face brightened when he saw his big brother. Impulsively he stood up, ran to him and flung his arms round him, burying his head in Randy's shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here, sir. Pablo and Darius are just next door but I was feeling so ..... I dunno .... I'm supposed to be tough, I know, but ....."
"Hey, hey, I'm here now, little brother - and I'm gonna stay the night with you."
"You are, sir?" A big smile lit his face and everything suddenly seemed alright now that he'd have Randy. Randy pulled him to the bed and they sat down next to each other. "Sir," said Ben wide-eyed with apprehension. "What's gonna happen to Jamie? Will he be sent away?"
"That's for Mark to decide," Randy said gently. "He's in a towering rage right now and I can't say I blame him. He thinks Jamie doesn't deserve to be his boy anymore, so it's in the cards he might throw him out. You and the boys have to face up to that. What he did .... the drugs, letting himself get fucked .... it don't get much worse than that, you know."
There was a long, gloomy silence, then Randy looked straight into Ben's eyes. "Tell me something, kid. All those years I didn't hear from you. Did you ever get into drugs?"
"No, sir, I swear it, after all you taught us boys. Oh, lots of guys wanted me to, and the closest I came was when I was living with that guy I told you about and he got pretty heavy into crystal meth. He kept telling me how great sex was on crystal and he became real insistent. So that's when I ran away, sir, and came looking for you."
"That's my boy," said Randy, hugging him. Another silence, then Ben's voice took on a note of alarm. "Sir, if I ever did anything bad like Jamie did, would you send me away?"
Randy smiled at him. "My little brother, who walked all the way from Texas looking for me? Not on your life. Anyway, I know you'd never do anything like that, eh kiddo?"
"I'll do my best not to, sir." Then a mischievous grin like Pablo's crossed his face. "But you know what they say, sir. 'Boys will be boys'."
Randy looked at him sharply, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "You little punk. I can see you need a lesson in obedience right now. Get naked, boy."
Ben sprang to his feet and stood before Randy as he sat on the bed. What Randy had hoped for was happening. He wanted Ben to be so focused on him that he would not be obsessing on the Jamie problem for a while. And for Ben the opportunity to turn Randy on was too good to pass up so he started to strip slowly. First he unbuttoned his shorts, pausing after each button. When his fly was fully open, he pushed slowly on his waistband until the shorts cleared his hips and dropped, pooling round his ankles.
He was wearing a white tank stretched over the contours of his chest, and white boxer briefs that clung tightly to his hips and strained over the bulge of his already-hard cock. The white contrasted with his tanned skin and his dark gypsy features. He looked stunning. "Oh man," Randy sighed, "that is so fucking beautiful." He reached forward and ran his hands down the sides of Ben's briefs , then up under his tank, over his hard stomach and up to his pecs where he squeezed the boy's nipples, making him inhale sharply.
Randy pulled back and simply gazed at the boy. Ben knew the effect he was having and he worked it, wanting to rouse the lust of the big brother he worshipped. He raised his hands to his hips and eased them inside the waistband of his briefs. Slowly he pushed the briefs down, over his hips, over his cock that sprang out like a pole, then down his thighs until they dropped to the floor, on top of his shorts round his ankles.
Randy stared at the long thick cock, a junior version of his own and hard as a rock. "Shit," he grinned, "I guess you are pleased to see me, kiddo." Instinctively Randy leaned forward and licked the head of his brother's cock, savoring the taste of the pre-cum oozing from it. Then he pushed his mouth over the head and took the whole length of the hard rod deep into his throat, hearing a loud sigh from the excited boy.
Randy knew his sexual power and he pulled back, paused, then swallowed the cock again. He heard Ben gasp, "Sir, I .... you're making me ...." Ben was looking down at the dark, rugged face, the chiseled features, long black hair, the stubbled jaw clamped round his cock. His big brother, the boss, the gypsy king was sucking his cock. It looked, felt, incredible and .... "Aaagh!" Ben's cock shuddered and erupted in Randy's mouth, pouring with hot semen that Randy gulped down voraciously.
Randy pulled back and grinned up at his startled boy, cum still oozing from his mouth and down his chin. "I knew I could make you do that, boy. Damn you're good. But, we're not finished, little brother. Show me more."
Ben recovered quickly from his orgasm and his cock now swung languidly between his legs. He grinned at Randy, then turned round, displaying his ass, the mounds curving just below the bottom of his tank top. He clenched his ass muscles several times, showing the dimples in the twin globes, then bent forward reaching down to the floor to unlace his sneakers. The sight of the boy clad in just a tank top, his shorts and briefs round his ankles, his perfect ass pointing up only inches from Randy's face drove him crazy.
Randy reached forward again and grabbed Ben's hips, pulling them toward him, then burying his face in the black fuzz of curly hair round his ass. He licked the moist hole, then pushed his tongue inside savoring the musky taste of the soft membrane. Ben moaned in ecstasy as he felt the stubbled chin chafing his ass, until Randy suddenly pulled back. Ben kicked off his sneakers, stepped out of his shorts and turned round, naked except for his white tank top.
He stood there with an impish grin on his dark gypsy face, his lithe young muscles rippling under the bedroom lights, his cock already rock hard again. Randy stood up and faced him. "Man, I've had enough of this." His clasped his hands round Ben's waist, picked him up bodily and tossed him onto the bed. Ben's body bounced as he landed heavily on his back. Still grinning, Ben put his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing his hole, still wet with Randy's saliva.
"Jesus Christ, boy, I wanna fuck that ass," Randy growled as he frantically pulled off his T-shirt, kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans. Ben gasped as he saw his big brother, the swarthy muscle-god towering naked over him. His huge cock had sprung free but Randy didn't touch it. He knelt on the bed put his hands on Ben's knees, eased his hips forward and in one swift move buried his cock in the moist ass, pushing it deeper and deeper until it came to rest hard against the inner sphincter. One last thrust took the head over the tender membrane where it filled the innermost chamber of the boy's ass.
Ben's body bucked with the assault of the huge rod and he moaned, "Thank you, sir. You feel ..... aaah ..... fuck my ass, sir. Please fuck my ass ..... please ....."
"You bet I will, kiddo." Randy began gently at first, easing his huge pole back up the warm chute, pulling out so the head rested against his hole. He paused, then drove his cock back deep inside. Ben's eyes flew wide open and he gazed in awe at the spectacular muscular body rising and falling above him. The fuck was gentle at first but Randy could see a hunger in Ben's eyes. "Harder," Ben breathed huskily. "Do it harder ..... please, sir."
Randy understood what Ben craved. He wanted it rough, wanted the physical pain of his brother's cock to overwhelm the emotional pain of his sadness about Jamie. Randy knew a man could feel only one pain at a time and he was happy to oblige. His left arm reached forward and he grabbed Ben's tank below his neck. Grasping it in his clenched fist he pulled it toward him, raising Ben's head and shoulders up off the bed. With the other hand Randy held Ben's ankle and pushed his leg back so he had a clear shot at his ass.
Surprised, Ben stared hungrily up at his brother, whose shoulder and bicep bulged as he held onto the tank, screwed up in his fist, and took the weight of Ben's torso. Randy's gypsy face was fierce, the steel blue eyes like lasers, and Ben had the sensation that he was completely at the mercy of his big brother. And of course he was.
"OK, kid, you want it rough? Here it comes." The gentle fuck quickly accelerated into a ferocious pounding. Sex with Randy was like sex with no other man. He became a wild man, eyes blazing, muscles rippling, his black hair flying over his dark, rugged face. As the steel rod pistoned inside him Ben gave himself up to the assault on his ass, innately confident that Randy knew the limits of his pain. Pain there was, of course, but that is exactly what he had asked for. It totally obliterated that other deep anguish he had been feeling.
His head and back were raised off the bed as he hung by his tank top from Randy's fist. His body jerked and his head tossed. He was lost in the incredible sensation of a real fuck by the master, the boss - his big brother. "Thank you, sir," he howled. "Hard, sir. Hurt me .... make me forget, sir."
Randy was pounding so hard, making Ben's body jerk backwards so violently, that they heard the sound of ripping cloth .... the tank top. As Randy yanked it in his fist the ripping became louder until the shirt suddenly disintegrated. With the sudden release Ben fell back on the bed, the torn shreds of fabric hanging from his shoulders. Still clutching the remains of the shirt in his fist Randy held his hand high with a whoop of triumph.
But the savage fuck continued, accelerated even, as Randy was inflamed by the sight of the young gypsy boy, naked now except for the fragments of his tank hanging from his shoulders and draped across his chest. Randy was on fire now. He threw both of Ben's legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, sweat dripping from his face onto Ben's. Still holding the wad of fabric, he stuffed it into Ben's mouth like a gag. Ben's eyes opened wide in alarm as tears poured down his cheeks.
Randy clamped his hands on Ben's pecs and Ben gasped into the gag as he felt the full weight of his big brother on top of him. Randy stared wildly down at him. "OK, kid .... you want pain? So here it comes .... and it's gonna make you cum. You're gonna bust your load, boy,
because of the pain, just the pain. I taught Bob to do that and now it's your turn, little brother."
His fingers clamped onto Ben's nipples, twisting them, tugging them ferociously. Fire exploded in Ben's chest and he screamed into his gag. The cock hammered his ass so savagely he thought he would pass out, but even in his delirium of pain he knew the end was coming. Through his tears he saw the savage muscle-god's body convulse above him, heard his scream .... and felt his warm juice pouring deep into his ass.
But it wasn't that that made Ben cum. It was the pain ..... the pain in his ass, in his tits - the exquisite pain that blotted out everything else. Tears poured from his eyes and he screamed into his gag as the pain drained into his cock and it exploded, blasting stream after stream of cum up onto his brother's chest heaving above him.
Randy pulled the cloth from Ben's mouth and for a long while the brothers gazed at each other as their heartbeats subsided. Almost imperceptibly Randy slid his cock out of Ben's ass, but Ben was still flying and impulsively he reached up, threw his arms round his big brother and pulled him down on top of him, squeezing him tight. Randy kissed him hard and licked the salt tears from his face.
Finally Randy tried to pull away but Ben held onto him frantically. "Don't let go, sir. Hold me ..... please don't let me go."
Randy smiled at the pleading face and said. "I'll never let you go, little brother. Never."
And so the house fell into a fitful sleep, with couples embracing each other tightly, more conscious than ever of the blessing they held in their arms, in contrast to the anguish of Jamie and Mark.
Next morning it was Mark who woke before anyone else, and he was in the shower by the time Bob stirred and remembered that the cop had an early shift. He went quickly down to Mark's apartment and brought up a clean pair of Mark's uniform pants to replace the pair that was stained with semen where Jamie had cum, lying across Mark's lap getting his ass spanked.
When Mark came out of the shower with a towel wrapped round his waist Bob asked tentatively, "How you doing, buddy? Think you can cope with work today?" But Mark was in full cop mode now, far from the shattered wreck of the night before who had sought comfort in Bob's arms. "Sure I can," he said. "A cop knows he can never bring his personal problems to work .... could be dangerous."
Bob cleared his throat. "Er .... Are you going to speak to Jamie before you leave?"
"Nope," Mark said decisively. "Wouldn't know what to say .... couldn't even look him in the eye. Like I said, Bob, that boy and me .... we're finished. And I don't want any of the other boys having any contact with him - just the twins to bring him food. He leaves the basement only to come up and work in the office with you. He spends the rest of his time down there alone."
Bob sighed heavily just as there came a knock at the door and the twins walked in. "Sorry to interrupt, sir," Kyle said to Bob, avoiding eye contact with Mark. "But we thought we should let you know how things are." Kevin took over. "Like you said, sir, Jamie slept heavily all night. He's just now stirring so we thought we'd wake him up with a breakfast tray.
"Did you get plenty of sleep yourselves?" Bob asked.
"Oh yes, sir. We took it in shifts, one of us watching Jamie while the other slept."
Bob was startled. "You mean there was always one of you watching over him? That was going a bit far, surely."
"Oh no, sir," said Kevin. "We had to make sure he'd be OK if he woke up and needed us. See, he's our friend and we're not gonna stop loving him just because he did something bad."
There was a sharp intake of breath from Mark, and Bob shot a piercing look at him. But Mark got on with the business of dressing, when there was another knock at the door. "Jesus Christ," Mark muttered peevishly, "like the fucking San Diego Freeway in here." It was Nate who came through the door. He stood nervously, plucking up the courage to speak. "Sir," he said to Mark, then cleared his throat. "I wanted to ask your permission to go and see Jamie."
Mark glared at him. "No. I said no contact with anyone but the twins, and that's final."
Nate blushed red. His Aussie bluntness took over, and his accent grew thicker as he spoke. "Sir, I don't think that's fair, sir. Jamie's my best mate and right now he's all alone and hurting bad. With all due respect, sir, when you were sad last night you had your best mate to turn to. Whatever Jamie's done, I still love him and I want to go to him .... sir."
His voice died, his blush deepened and he realized he had gone way too far. Mark was shocked, clenched his fists and took a step forward. Bob put a restraining hand on his arm and Mark looked at him in anger and bewilderment. The twins' loyalty to Jamie and Nate's impassioned appeal had shaken Mark, and Bob could see he was lost and seeking support.
Bob smiled, shrugged his shoulders in a 'why-not?' gesture and nodded to him. Mark growled, "I'm sick of all this bullshit. I gotta go." On his way out he huffed to Nate, "Do what you want, boy .... but only you. Nobody else." He strode through the door and slammed it behind him.
Nate relaxed and smiled at Bob. "Was that a yes, sir?"
Bob grinned and shrugged. "I guess it kinda was. Come on, let's go."
When Bob and Nate walked quietly into the basement bedroom Jamie was a forlorn sight, sitting on the edge of the bed in only his boxer shorts, hunched over, his eyes tight shut, hands pressed against his ears as if he were trying to blot out all sight and sound. So he was unaware that anyone was there until Bob cleared his throat loudly. Startled, Jamie's first thought was of Mark and he shot to his feet. His body relaxed slightly when he saw Bob and Nate, though his face was clearly streaked with tears.
He was such a pitiful sight that Nate ran forward and threw his arms round him in a tight, emotional embrace. Jamie started sobbing into his shoulder and stammered through his sobs, "Has Mark said anything? Has he ordered me to leave yet? Is that why you're here?"
Bob stepped forward, taking charge. He was in a delicate situation, longing to comfort Jamie but careful not to undermine Mark's authority. So he spoke sternly but gently. "Jamie, sit down. There are some questions I need to ask you." Jamie sat on the edge of the bed again, with Nate beside him and Bob pulled up a chair facing him. But before Bob could speak Jamie let loose a desperate rush of words.
"I know what you want to ask, sir ..... why? I've been asking myself that and .... well .... see that guy, Troy, was the leader of the guys on that beach. He was a brilliant surfer and kind of took me under his wing .... taught me a whole lot. But he did a lot of drugs and always wanted me to join him. Well, I dunno, I guess I knew Mark would be late home 'cause he was seeing Jason, so this time I ....." His body slumped. "I'm not making excuses, sir .... there is no excuse. Now I've fucked everything up and Mark hates my guts and he'll get rid of me ......"
"Jamie," Bob interrupted him sternly. "Pull yourself together and listen to me. And before you answer my questions I want to make clear that I will report everything back to Mark."
"I want you to, sir. I want him to know everything."
"OK, first question. Did you actually go out surfing while you were high on crystal?"
Jamie's voice dropped to a whisper. "Yes, sir. I know how stupid that was but....."
"And when you had sex with this .... Troy ..... did he actually cum in your ass?"
"No, sir," Jamie said emphatically. "It's the first time I've done crystal .... never done any drug before ..... and it makes you feel very sexy but somehow it makes it difficult to get hard and to shoot. He put his dick inside my ass but couldn't really do anything."
"Good, that's good, at least. OK, wait a minute." While Jamie and Nate sat silently close together Bob went across the room, punched a number in his cell phone and had a lengthy conversation inaudible to the boys. He finally came back, sat down and said, "OK, here's what's gonna happen. I've just spoken to Steve who has a buddy, a medical doctor whose office is on the same floor as his. He's gonna check you out, Jamie, and he'll pull strings with the lab and be able to get your lab results overnight. So Nate, I want you to take Jamie to the doc in an hour, then bring him straight back.
"After that, Jamie, I will want you to come upstairs to the office and do your work as usual. Except for that, Mark has ordered that you are not to leave this basement. You will have no visitors except Nate, with Mark's permission, and the twins, who will bring you food and generally make sure you're OK. Ah...." There was a tap at the door and the twins came in with a tray, loaded with a cooked breakfast. "Nate, you can stay with Jamie now while he eats and then take him to the doctor." He paused. "OK, that's all I have to say for now."
He got up to leave but Jamie touched his hand. "But sir ..... is Mark .... he's gonna get rid of me isn't he?"
"I can't answer that, Jamie .... it's entirely up to Mark. But I won't lie to you. I've never seen Mark so angry and ..... well, things don't look so good." Bob left with a heavy heart. He had not enjoyed doing and saying what he had. It went against his every instinct, which was to take Jamie in his arms and hold him tight.
After that things transpired pretty much as Bob had predicted. Nate took Jamie to the doctor who gave him a complete physical and said he would give the lab results to Steve the next day. When he got back home Jamie went straight to the office and tried to concentrate on his work, but found it almost impossible. Again Bob's heart went out to him as he glanced at the stricken boy trying so hard to work thought his misery.
The same struggle was being fought by Mark, astride his motorcycle, trying to focus on his work but unable to tear his mind away from the sight of Jamie, stoned on drugs giving his ass to that deadbeat. He made a half hearted attempt at finding excuses for the boy, but failed. There was no excuse. What Jamie had done was unpardonable. As a cop Mark was used to being respected and obeyed. But Jamie, his own boy, had insulted and betrayed him. Mark's pride had been fatally wounded and there could be no question of Jamie remaining as his boy. He had to go and that was that.
Mark's anger, rather than subsiding as the day wore on, actually increased until it consumed him. It led him to make a decision of a way to punish the boy before he sent him packing.
At the house, when the office-work was, mercifully, over Jamie would normally have run eagerly to his and Mark's apartment, got naked and waited on the bed for the uniformed cop to come in and fuck him. But now devastation had replaced euphoria and Jamie dragged himself down to the basement .... to wait.
He didn't have long. Soon he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, the door was flung open and Mark stood there. They had not seen each other since Mark had dragged him home and now, despite himself, Mark's heart missed a beat as he saw his unhappy boy, his eyes wet with tears, full of fear and desolation. But Mark did not allow himself a moment of sympathy and barked, "Come with me." Jamie followed him blindly up the stairs and out to his truck.
They drove in silence. Jamie's mind was reeling and in his delirium he fancied that Mark was driving him to a remote place where he would throw him out and leave him, like some heartless owner might do with an unwanted pet dog. But the drive turned out to be short and they soon turned into the small parking lot of a nondescript building on Figueroa.
Jamie's fancies fled from his mind as he realized where they were - a tattoo parlor. It was the same place where, in a happier time, Mark had had the logo MM, for Mark Matsen, tattooed on Jamie's shoulder to reassure him that he was, now and forever, Mark's boy.
"Yeah," Mark said. "We're gonna have that taken off, boy. No longer applies."
Jamie was aghast, made no move for a second, then yanked open the door and raced blindly away. "Shit damn," Mark growled. He leaned over, pulled the door shut, then gunned the truck and took off after the boy. Fueled by panic Jamie was fast and it took a few minutes for Mark to catch him up. He swerved onto the sidewalk blocking Jamie who stood there wild-eyed, his heart pounding.
Through his heaving breaths Jamie gasped. "Please don't take it off, sir. Leave me with that .... please. It's all I'll have left when you throw me out."
From the truck Mark snarled, "Oh yeah? And what you gonna do with it? Look at it in the mirror and beat off thinking about me?"
"Yes, sir," said Jamie simply. The simple honesty of the statement pierced Mark like an arrow. He had a fleeting impression of Jamie in some lonely room looking tearfully at the tattoo and jerking off at the memory of their time together. And for the first time Mark's wall of anger cracked a little. Even his rage could not make him do something so cruel.
"Fuck you, boy. Get in the truck."
He got in and they drove home, where Jamie said softly, "Thank you, sir," and went straight down to the basement.
The next few days passed in a tense, stifling atmosphere as if the house were under the heavy black clouds of a thunderstorm that never broke. Meals were eaten on schedule but with no enthusiasm from anyone. The twins took trays of food down to Jamie and Nate was allowed to visit him for an hour each day. Jamie left the room only to work in the office but Bob could see he was only going through the motions.
Randy did what he could to rally the troops but it was an impossible task. Bob spent time with Mark, not trying to steer him off this punitive course, but just throwing in a word or two that he thought might help. He had relayed Jamie's little speech to him where he had insisted that he had never done drugs before that one time. "Looks like it was peer pressure that made him fall under the influence of that guy," Bob said, but Mark was unmoved.
"Also, Steve told me the doc got the lab results already and Jamie's clean, so that's good news." But Mark remained impassive, so Bob tried another tack. "Look, Mark, I know you've been deeply wounded, and are rightly angry, but just so long as you're not being driven by wounded pride - because your ego's been bruised. I know Jamie's behavior was inexcusable and I would never try to defend him." But that's just what Bob was about to do.
"Have you, er, ever considered that you've been spending a lot of time away from Jamie lately ..... with me, with Jason? I know it's none of my business, but those times you've seen Jason ....like the day all this happened .... you had sex with him didn't you? And you don't think Jamie knew it - and was hurt? Maybe he felt what's good for the gander is good for the goose?"
Bob had deliberately gone too far and Mark blazed, "You're right, man, it's none of your damn business. I'm going to work." He slammed out of the room, but his burst of anger had just shown Bob that he had struck a nerve. 'Score one for Jamie,' Bob grinned to himself.
In the next couple of days Mark's anger slowly began to morph into a lesser feeling .... resentment, sure ..... and still the vestiges of wounded pride. The unbearable image of Jamie stoned on the beach began to blur, and Mark had been struck by Jamie's tearful plea to keep his tattoo, and later by Bob's words. But still Mark's bruised ego could not bring itself to forgive Jamie. He couldn't even imagine touching him, let alone sleeping with him, fucking him. No, he thought, Jamie's punishment would be banishment. Mark's mind was made up. There was no other way. Jamie would have to go.
In the several days after the crisis had erupted Jamie had been in a kind of purgatory, mostly alone in his room, avoided by Mark, knowing he would eventually be sent away, just waiting for the axe to fall. It was a purgatory that he could no longer endure.
That evening when Mark came home from work, he went straight up to see Bob, to announce that he was going to tell Jamie that evening that he would have to leave - he was no longer his boy. But Bob was waiting for him with two letters, one addressed to Bob, the other to Mark. "These letters are from Jamie," Bob said. "I've already read mine. Here's what it says:
"Dear, sir: This is to say goodbye, sir. I know my behavior can never be forgiven so I m going away before Mark sends me away. I can't go on living here knowing how much he hates me. I have caused too much trouble in the house and if I leave you can all get on with your lives. I enclose a check for part of the balance owing on my truck. That's all I have in savings but I'll send you more when I get a job. And I know I will get another job, sir, because you have trained me so well I now have a skill. Thank you for that, sir, and for all the love and kindness you have always shown me. I have loved working for you and I will never forget you, sir. I'm sorry to leave you but I have to. Please give my love to all the other guys, and tell them I'll miss them. But I think I'll miss you most of all. I love you, sir, very much. Goodbye, sir. Jamie"
Tears were welling in Bob's eyes as he folded the letter. "This one's for you, Mark."
But Mark couldn't take it. Choked up he said, "You read it, buddy .... please." Bob took out the letter and read it aloud:
"Sir, I am writing this to say goodbye. I know what I did was so bad that you can't love me anymore and I can't be your boy. So I am leaving to save you the pain of getting rid of me. You're right to send me away as I don't deserve to be the boy of an amazing man like you. I'm sure you will soon find another boy to replace me who will not disappoint you the way I have.
I just want you to know, sir, that living with you has been the most wonderful time of my life. I have never loved anyone the way I loved you and never will again. After what I did you may not believe this, but I worshipped you. I will miss you terribly, sir, and I hope that sometimes you will think of me and remember the good times we had. So goodbye, sir. I love you. I always have ..... I love you .... I love you. Jamie.
P.S. Thank you for letting me keep the tattoo, sir. I'll treasure it always."
Tears were streaming down Mark's face and he looked desperately at Bob. "I've gotta find him, man."
"Yes you do," Bob said. "And I think I know how."
A few minutes later they were next door with Adam and Nate, and they lost no time. Nate had obviously been crying and Bob said gently, "Nate, I think you know Jamie has left and I think you may know where he went. If he told anyone where he was going, he would tell you, his best mate. We need to know where he is."
Nate shifted miserably from foot to foot. "But he made me promise I wouldn't tell." He looked at Adam for help. Seeing the distraught look on Mark's face Adam realized what had to be done. "You gotta tell them, mate." Still Nate hesitated and Adam pressed him. "Has it ever occurred to you that deep down Jamie wanted you to tell? You want him to be with Mark again, don't you?"
That did it. Nate handed a crumpled piece of paper to Mark. "He's gone to the motel where Randy and Bob first met, sir. It was the only place he knew of." Mark raced out the door.
It wasn't all that far away - on Hollywood Boulevard, the seedy end. The rundown motel and the notorious Room 14 where Randy and Bob had first met was the stuff of legend in the group. All the guys knew the story well and had driven past the place now and again.... a grubby motel, sun-bleached walls, peeling paint, a single storey in a U-shape round the weed-strewn parking lot that Mark's truck now pulled into.
In Jamie's panic of leaving it was the only place he could think of to go. Besides it was his last fragile link to the family he had lived with and loved - and was now leaving forever. In a daze Jamie had instinctively asked for Room 14 .... where maybe faint, long-ago vibrations of Bob and Randy might still hang in the air.
Mark's hunch was that's where Jamie would be, and as he came close he heard muffled sobbing coming from inside. He was about to knock, but hesitated. He took a deep breath, touched the door-handle, it turned and he went in quietly.
After the bright sunlight he blinked and let his eyes become accustomed to the dimness of the curtained room. Gradually he saw the crumpled heap on the bed. Jamie was face down on the pillow, wearing shorts and a loose tank top, his body heaving with sobs. Mark gasped, loud enough to alert Jamie who turned over, looked up through his tears and whimpered like a frightened animal. He pulled himself to his feet and stared at the uniformed cop, frightened that the mirage would go away, willing it to stay.
Then they moved, master and boy, stumbling toward each other, falling into each other's arms, tears running down their faces. Mark squeezed so hard that it hurt but Jamie didn't care. He didn't care about anything now that he was in his master's arms. Mark whispered in his ear, "Jamie, Jamie .... my boy. Forgive me, Jamie .... I've been a selfish fool, got lost in my wounded pride. Just when you needed my protection most I pushed you away. I love you, boy, of course I do. Never stopped ..... how could I?"
His face pulled back and Jamie saw the unaccustomed sight of tears running down Mark's cheeks. Absurdly they began to lick each other's wet faces like lion cubs cleaning each other. Then their gaze really met and they saw themselves reflected in each others' eyes. His blue-gray eyes penetrating Jamie's, Mark said, "I love you, Jamie," and their lips met in a wildly passionate kiss, their mouths churning against each other endlessly, licking deep inside, biting tongues, until finally their open mouths clamped over each other's and they shared the air, one inhaling as the other exhaled, exchanging the same breath of life and love.
The rest was inevitable. Still kissing him Mark yanked open Jamie's shorts and let them drop. He stood back, pulled Jamie's tank off over his head, and pushed him backward, naked. Jamie fell heavily on the bed, bouncing on his back, and watched. Mark was taking his uniform off, as he had always done every time he came home from work, while his naked boy always watched, longing for what came next. Jamie saw the black shirt come off, then the T-shirt and gasped at the muscle-god cop stripped to the waist, chest heaving, muscles rippling in the dim light.
This is the image that had run though Jamie's mind again and again in his desolate loneliness of the last few days. But was it real, or just his imagination, his wishful thinking? Maybe he had fallen asleep and was dreaming. He actually pinched himself to make sure he was awake.
Jamie knew what to do. He jumped off the bed and turned his back on Mark who sat on the bed and raised his leg. He gazed at the gorgeous ass as Jamie straddled his boot. Mark pressed his other foot against the cheek of his ass and pushed until the boot slid off and Jamie jerked forward. Then the other boot, and they traded places, Jamie back on the bed his eyes shining.
Mark unbuckled his big leather belt, let his uniform pants and shorts drop and kicked them off. He stood naked, his cock rigid, gazing down at his golden boy. He murmured, "God, I've been such a damn fool. How could I ever have pretended I could live without you?" Then he smiled and said what he always said. "So what do you want boy?' And Jamie said, as he always said, "I want you to fuck me, sir. I want to feel your cock in my ass, sir."
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away," Mark said. Overwhelmed with lust for his boy he dropped to his knees between Jamie's legs, pushed them in the air and with one mighty thrust, drove his steel rod deep inside his boy's soft sweet ass. Their eyes met, their bodies shuddered, they howled - and both blasted loads of cum in massive twin orgasms - Mark's deep inside his boy's ass and Jamie's all over his master's bulging chest.
But they didn't stop. They had not made love for over a week and their pent up anguish and frustration erupted. It was as if the orgasms had not happened as Mark continued to fuck, his cock still hard as a rock, and Jamie kept squeezing his ass muscles, trying to trap the cock inside him forever.
Jamie was floating in a euphoric haze as he gazed up at the Greek-God features of the beautiful man he loved .... and had almost lost. He stared in wonder at his flexing muscles, the slabs of his pecs, bulging arms, wide shoulders, flared lats sloping down to ridged eight-pack abs, then to his tight waist and slim hips that moved rhythmically back and forth, pressing the blond pubic hair against the cheeks of his ass.
Mark was going wild, feeling the soft velvet membrane of his boy's ass making love to his cock. He leaned forward, pinned Jamie's wrists to the bed and gazed into his eyes. "God I love that ass, boy. I love you, I always have. Do you still love me, Jamie? Do you still like the feel of my cock in your ass? Will you forgive me, Jamie .... still be my boy forever and ever?" Mark saw the response in his boy's shining eyes. Too overwhelmed to speak Jamie clenched his ass muscles hard and Mark yelled, "I'm cumming again, boy!" They both did .... another howl of euphoria and another explosion of juice.
But even now they didn't stop. Mark's hips kept working like a piston, his cock kept driving into the warm hole that was now drenched in cum. They came again, and kept fucking, and lost count of their orgasms. It was no longer lust that drove them. Now it was love, pure and simple - that's what made them cum .... the rejoining of two spirits that had been driven apart and were now reunited in a passion that could never be broken, no matter what trials they faced.
At long last the marathon fuck neared its end. Mark pulled all the way out, smiled down at the shining blond face ..... and drove his cock in hard and deep, cumming one last time and watching Jamie shoot yet another load over his own suntanned body. Mark fell forward on top of his boy's cum-slicked body and held him in his arms, tighter than ever to ensure that he never got away again. In total physical and emotional exhaustion they lay together, their heartbeats matching, their chests rising and falling together.
The dingy, threadbare motel room had been transformed into a magical place where man and boy had rediscovered the infinite power of love, just as Randy and Bob had in the same room all that long time go. Mark slid off Jamie and lay on his back beside him, his arm behind the boy's neck, both oblivious of their shabby surroundings. Jamie's head rested on Mark's bicep and was simply in heaven, though still half afraid that heaven would disappear. Seeking reassurance he spoke for the first time. "Sir, do you really mean that I am still your boy?"
Mark turned his head to face him. "Jamie, this is real - all the rest was bullshit - fake - started off by what you did and then inflated by my stupid ego that made me blind to the hurt you were feeling. But there will still be vibrations, Jamie, things to work out - still a few hills to climb."
"Oh, I know that, sir. The first thing that should happen is for you to punish me. I have to be punished, sir. I need it."
"Yeah, you're right, kiddo, but you know I never was the kind of master to whip his boy. Being a cop cured me of that. Anyway, first I want you to see Doctor Steve .... have as many therapy sessions with him as it takes. His methods can be kind of weird but they do seem to work." He grinned. "Maybe he can devise some kind of punishment for me to give you."
"I'll do anything, sir - whatever it takes to try to make amends and prove I'm worthy to be your boy again."
"I know kiddo. There's a way to go still, but whatever trials we face that's no sweat for us because we'll be facing the future together from now on."
"Thank you, sir," Jamie said. He snuggled against his master and soon, in this bleak little room, they were asleep.
And so love had won out and helped all the men and boys survive the crisis. Earlier, young Ben had sought comfort from his big brother in rough sex - the kind of sex where it was pain that had made him cum. Now here, in this room, it was pure love that had healed the wounds. The two events had been equal in intensity but at opposite ends of the sexual spectrum.
As Randy would have said, "Whatever it takes, buddy - whatever it takes."
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength"- Chapter 176.


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Windrush Valley Boxing Club's Jimmy Doran, 12, kept up his winning record as he beat Guildford's Joseph Inm-an in the pre-quarter-finals of the England Schoolboy Championships at Bracknell, Berkshire.
Doran, the newly-crowned Home Counties champion in the 37.5-40kg class A category following his victory against Cheshunt's Archie Ward, proved too good for the Guild-ford southpaw.
His speed of movement and variety of punches unhinged Inman in the first round.
Doran used straight jabs and accurate body punches as he took the next two rounds in a tough battle.
He will now face Eastern Counties champion Luke Brook (Rayleigh) at Camberley, Surrey, on Saturday in a 40kg bout for a place in the semi-finals.


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Just This Once
Dan had only been gone for 3 days and already I was climbing the walls. How would I ever make it another week without feeling his hard, thick cock slamming in and out of my ass? We usually got together once or twice a week to fuck, but with my buddy away on business, I was surprised to realize how soon I missed that regular plowing - how uncomfortable it felt to do without.
I texted him: "U should cut your trip short and come home early. I've got this itch I can't seem to scratch."
His reply came right away: "I wish! Tulsa is lame. I'd much rather be there helping u scratch ur itch LOL"
I answered: "Dude I'm so horny the gearshift knob on my jeep is starting to look good!"
Almost immediately he texted back: " Make sure the parking brake is on before u do that! Wouldn't want u to knock it into neutral and roll out in traffic like that! :)"
"I'll try to restrain myself but don't make any plans when u get back. I plan on riding your dick all night."
Dan was the perfect fuck buddy- uncommitted, and horny all the time. We had been "friends with benefits" since meeting online a little over a year ago. Not only were we compatible sexually (he's a 50 year old redneck top who likes butch bottoms and I'm a masculine, hairy, 40 year old man who can't get enough dick up my ass), but we quickly realized we enjoyed each other's company out of the bedroom, too. We both loved football, and we each drove a Jeep. Except for being 10 years apart in age, (Dan's older) we were as alike as two peas in a pod. We even looked alike- beefy, muscular build, dirty blonde hair, furry chests, legs and butts, and thick, cut cocks.
Over the past year, Dan had begun to include me in other activities besides fucking. He made sure to invite me when he had his buddies over to watch a game in his basement media room, and for the most part everybody just treated me like one of the guys. I'm pretty sure Dan hadn't revealed to his buddies that he and I were more than just friends. Due to our general resemblance to each other, a few of them even joked that I was Dan's long-lost little brother. Paul was different. Paul was Dan's oldest friend, a guy he'd known since grade school. Paul was also the only one of his current circle of friends that knew Dan was gay.
Dan told me that Paul had guessed the nature of our relationship the first time he met me. Since then Paul had consistently acted like a jerk to me- sarcastic, dismissive and condescending. For the most part I just learned to ignore it. I knew the basis of my relationship with Dan was our mutual enjoyment of each others' bodies, without attachments of any kind. I didn't want to seem like a whiny little girl by complaining to him about his best friend, so I never mentioned my difficulty getting along with Paul. Besides, it should have been obvious to anybody that the guy had a bad attitude towards me, and really, so what if he did? It never stopped Dan from calling me when he wanted to fuck, and he nearly always made time for me when I called him, too. Paul could be as unfriendly as he wanted to be, as long as he didn't impede my access to Dan's fat, 7" cock.
Just then another text came in from Dan: "Sorry to leave you hurting, buddy. Hang in there. Relief is closer than you think"
What the hell did that mean? Was he going to come home early after all?
Before I could respond, I got another text- but this one was from Paul!
"Um, Dan says you need my help with something?"
I nearly dropped the phone. Was this a joke? Why would Paul text me? Did Dan tell Paul about my horny texts?
I didn't know how, or if, to respond. I decided to play it casual, laugh it off. I texted back to Paul: "LOL Naw, I'm good. thanx anyway."
"Are u sure? He made it sound like u are really in need."
Just what had Dan told Paul anyway?
"Did he say what it is I need?"
The next text was just an image. There on my phone screen was a slightly out-of-focus closeup pic of a cock and balls! Without anything else in the picture for perspective, it was hard to tell how hung the guy was, but it sure looked like he was pretty well endowed. The uncut cock was fat and smooth, save for a big vein that ran along the top of the shaft. It rested on a set of what appeared to be the biggest, roundest balls I had ever seen. I squirmed in my chair as I imagined the copious loads those big nuts must be capable of producing.
I couldn't possibly consider hooking up with Paul! He barely spoke to me most of the time. Why would he want to fuck me? I decided to text Dan again to try and find out what the hell was going on. Before I could start a new text, though, my phone rang. It was Paul.
"Do you wanna fuck or don't ya?"
"Paul, you can't be serious. We don't even -"
"Look Andy, it's simple: You're hurting for some dick, and I happen to have a pretty nice one. So why don't you get your ass over here and get on it?"
"You're offering to fuck me? Seriously - why the sudden change of heart?"
"It's no big deal. Dan forwarded me your texts and asked me to take care of you as a favor to him."
I was shocked by this violation of privacy, and I WASN'T going to be anybody's pity fuck! "Well, thanks for your oh-so-generous offer, but I'm gonna pass. I don't need you to do ME any favors!"
There was a long pause, then I heard Paul take a deep breath. "Hold on, man. It's not like that. The truth is, I want you to come over. I've been super horny lately, too, since my girlfriend went back to her husband. Let's just put aside our differences so we can help each other out. How 'bout it? Just this once."
My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with Paul. If I agreed to go over to his place, I wasn't sure I would even be able to go through with it. Although I'm a total bottom, in public I concealed my submissive side behind my cocky, macho demeanor. Letting Paul fuck me would mean revealing myself fully, giving him access to my most private of places.
I couldn't believe what I heard myself saying next. "Okay. Just this once."
Twenty minutes later, I was standing on Paul's front porch. I reached for the doorbell, but before I could ring it, the door swung open. There stood Paul, wearing only a pair of threadbare boxers, and his usual devilish grin. "It's about time, man. Get your ass in here!"
I swallowed hard, and realized I was frozen to the spot. I couldn't make myself take a step into Paul's house. Instead I just stood there and looked him up and down. Usually when I saw Paul he was in his standard attire, consisting of worn-out t-shirts, dirty Levi's and work boots. Seeing him like this, almost naked, was kind of a turn-on. At 6'4" he towered over my 6-foot frame, but I am a solid 200 lbs, and Paul couldn't have weighed more than 180, soaking wet. The man was skinny!
I noted with appreciation that even though he wasn't beefy, like me, and even though he was in his early 50's, Paul was certainly in good shape. He had a well-defined six-pack, and his pecs were broad and strong, the result, no doubt, of a lifetime of physical labor. His biceps were round and tight, like baseballs, and his whole body seemed to be composed of ropes of lean muscle. The other thing I noticed was that, except for his armpits, and a little trail leading down into his boxers, Paul was naturally smooth. I was still standing motionless on his porch, staring at him with my mouth hanging slightly open. It all still seemed unreal. "Hey!" he said, "You didn't drive all the way over here to ogle me from the porch. Get in here!"
I silently complied, walking into his living room. "That's more like it," he said. "Kick off your shoes, get comfortable."
I obeyed as if in a trance. I slipped off my shoes and sat down on the couch. Paul disappeared into the kitchen, then came right back with a couple of beers. He plopped down on the sofa, right beside me. "Here you go, buddy. Let's have a cold one before we get started. It'll help you relax for the main event"
I had to smile when I considered that Paul was probably as nervous as I was. He must have been extremely horny to suggest this. I popped open the beer and gulped about half of it down at once, then let out an extremely loud burp.
"Paul you blew my mind when you texted me. I never dreamed we would do something like this. What gives?" I said.
Paul chuckled, and reached down to give his crotch a good squeeze. "Well, you know how it is, man. I've got a two week load building up in my balls, so when Dan said you were busting his chops about leaving you high and dry, I figured, what the hell?"
Made sense, more or less. Still, this was a side of Paul I had no idea existed. "Yes, but aren't you straight? I didn't know you messed with guys at all."
"Well, yeah, I'm mostly straight, but I've had a few encounters with guys. Not many- but enough to know it's no big deal if a couple of guys mess around together. Isn't that the arrangement you have with Dan? Just a casual fling when you need to get off?"
"Yes, that's pretty much how it works. I like to keep things uncomplicated," I said.
Paul finished his beer and stood up right in front of me. His crotch was at eye level. "Good! I like to keep it simple, too, so let's fuck!"
Couldn't argue with that, but I wasn't sure how to get started. I knew we wouldn't be kissing or making out. I reached up and placed my hand on the front of his boxers. Beneath the thin layer of fabric, I could feel a warm, heavy bulge. I gave it a squeeze. "Damn, what've you got hiding in those shorts?"
He smiled and looped his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slid them down to his ankles. "See for yourself."
I gasped loudly as his cock sprang free. Partly inflated, it jutted out from his body, hovering just above his balls. It looked like the pic he had texted me, but in real life, his cock appeared to be at least 8 inches long, and it was still expanding.
Paul placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer to his expanding cock. His plum sized head nudged my lips.
I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could, and Paul fed me his long, rubbery cock. It continued to stiffen and lengthen as he pumped in and out of my mouth. He was hitting the back of my throat, and my jaw was aching. Paul's cock continued swelling, and in no time it was thicker than my mouth could hold. I didn't want to scrape him with my teeth, so I raised my head up and let his massive tool fall free. A strand of drool stretched from my lower lip to the tip of his huge, purple cock head. I drew in a ragged breath. This wasn't going to work. His cock was just too big to fit in my mouth, and I certainly had no intention of letting him spear my butt with it, either.
Now fully erect, Paul's member was 10 inches long, and as thick as my wrist. The fat vein that ran along the top of his shaft had doubled in width as it carried more and more blood to his engorged schlong. "Paul, I'm sorry. It's not going to fit. You're just too big for me."
Paul seemed to think I just meant his cock was too big to fit in my mouth. "No prob, little buddy. We both know you're here because you need it up your ass, so let's get to it."
I broke out in goosebumps. He still planned on fucking me with that battering ram of a penis.
I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, now slick and shiny with my spit, bobbing hypnotically, inches from my face. I swear I could feel the heat coming off of that big thing. It was like he put a spell on me with his manhood, and I was powerless to stop the inevitable. Paul reached for my arm and guided me up off the couch. "Come on, let's go those clothes off of you."
Paul led me silently to the bedroom. I let him pull my t-shirt off over my head, and I didn't resist when he unsnapped my jeans and then reached behind me to place both his hands on my firm, round buttocks and slid my pants right off. I hadn't worn any underwear.
I stood there, naked, exposed, and terrified of what he was going to do to me with his fearsome tool. I had never seen a cock that big in person. Until now the biggest cock I'd taken had been right around 8" but it had nowhere near the girth of Paul's monster. I was shaking all over, and my teeth were chattering. Paul had both his hands resting on my butt cheeks, and he gave them a firm squeeze. "Nice ass, bro. I'm gonna enjoy having you ride my dick."
"Paul....uh.. I don't know about this. I'm not sure I can handle you. That thing could really do some damage -"
He cut me off. "Relax, Andy. You're a big guy, I know you can take it. Admit it- you know you want it. Tell you what- why don't we start off with me laying on my back? That way you can sit on it and control the entry at your own pace."
I didn't see how going slow would make it any easier to accommodate Paul's horse dick, but I didn't protest. "Okay, but we're gonna need LOTS of lube for this!"
Paul produced a bottle of ID Glide from the nightstand, and then lay back on the bed. His dick throbbed and pulsed, pointing straight up at the ceiling. He grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed tightly. It grew harder, taller and more purple. I felt lightheaded as I popped open the lube. I knelt onto the bed between Paul's spread legs, and squirted a blob of lube onto my trembling hand. I grabbed his shaft and smeared the slick stuff all over him. His balls hung heavily below his shaft so I reached out and held one, then both of them in my hands. They were massive and heavy- the perfect match for his freakishly large dick. "Damn, everything on you is huge! "
Paul chuckled. "Yeah, and just so you know, my balls are FULL. You're gonna get a big load."
I worked plenty of lube into my hole, never taking my eyes off the throbbing piece of manhood that towered in front of me. I figured, worst case, I could go about halfway or two thirds of the way down on it, and spare myself from getting ripped open.
I straddled Paul and reached back to grab hold of his slick shaft. He smiled and gazed directly into my eyes as we began. I aimed his cock at my hole and lowered down enough to create some pressure against my anus. The fat knob was pressing against my hole, but didn't seem to be able to break through. Paul placed his hands on my thighs, and encouraged me to relax and let him in. I took a deep breath and sat down a little more firmly, and my sphincter began to open a bit. In another moment, the head popped through the ring of my ass muscles, and slipped right inside my hole.
"Oh!" I gasped, surprised by the sudden entry.
As soon as the head of his dick popped in my overstretched hole, Paul's smile changed to his familiar evil grin. "Take a deep breath, boy. Here it comes!"
With a flash of alarm, I realized that Paul had no intention of letting me go at my own pace. He was gonna shove that whole thing right up my ass! Before I could protest, he grabbed me by my waist, and, without stopping, pulled me down, all the way down onto his dick. I panicked and tried to resist but I had no strength in my legs to raise up off him. "Wait! NO! NO! Paul....Stop! I can't...please..oh God... uhhhh."
I felt his cock burrowing farther and farther up into me. There was nothing I could do to keep the invader out of my deepest recesses. I grunted and gasped in fear, "Wait! Awwwww....God that's too much... going too deep.... please...don't...."
Just then I felt Paul's cock hit an obstacle, which made me cry out in pain. I knew that somewhere up there was my second, inner sphincter, and I figured that's what Paul was hitting. When his cockhead bumped against the barrier, I saw stars. Paul twisted his hips slightly to one side, then the other, then pulled me down harder as he powered past the impediment. His cock continued on, rearranging my guts with no regard for the agony he was causing. I was no longer able to speak. "Unnnhhh.... oh....ahh..."
Eventually I felt my ass resting on his wiry, black pubes. I was impaled.
Paul held fast to my hips, keeping me locked in place on his cock. Not that I could have gone anywhere. I was afraid to lean forward, or move around much at all, with his cock so far up in my insides.
"Sorry I had to skewer you like that, but I had to show you who's boss. Just take a few deep breaths and try to calm down. You're doing great," Paul said.
Calm down? I was in a state of total panic, both mentally and physically. I felt like I had been split open, and I worried that Paul's gigantic meat may have done some permanent damage. My insides spasmed and gripped the invader involuntarily. I placed my hands on Paul's strong, broad pecs and sat there whimpering, trying to hold as still as possible. Paul sneered and laughed as he watched me struggling to adjust to his enormous penis.
Minutes passed and my breath slowed down a bit. My ass still clutched tightly at Paul's mighty shaft, but the waves of pain had subsided. Sweat poured off me, dripping down onto Paul's chest and stomach. He relaxed his grip on my waist. "Okay, you ready to ride me, boy? Go on, slide up and down."
I still couldn't manage to speak, but I had visions of being gutted, so I shook my head to indicate I wasn't ready to move. Paul didn't want to wait any longer, though, and he suddenly, sharply bucked his hips hard, driving his erection even farther into my body. I let out a yelp of pain and surprise. My ass muscles responded to Paul's thrust by clamping down on him even harder. He bucked again.
"Come on, buddy, the worst part is over. All you have to do now is enjoy yourself. Go on, raise up, you'll see- it's gonna feel great."
I found enough strength in my legs to raise up a few inches off of Paul, but it felt like his cock was going to drag my innards out with it. With a defeated sigh I sank back down onto the full length it. "Ohhh... unhh," I moaned.
"That's good. Take it slow and easy." Paul bucked his hips again. "Go on, ride it. Isn't that what you came over for?"
Once again I hoisted myself a few inches up off his dick, and this time the sensation of movement sent a wave of pleasure radiating through me, from my head to my toes. I shivered and moaned as I eased back down onto Paul's hot, throbbing shaft. "Mmmm...."
Paul noticed the change in my tone. "Sounds like it's feeling pretty good now, huh? You like my dick up there?"
"Uh-huh, yeah." I said with a whimper as I raised up again. This time I tried to lift myself a little higher, test how far I could get before sinking back onto Paul's rock-hard penis. My own dick had shriveled into a little button when Paul first forced himself in, but now it was starting to lengthen and throb. My breathing slowed and deepened, as I felt myself relax and accept what was happening.
Now that I knew Paul wasn't going to turn me inside-out with his cock, I rode him as best I could. I still couldn't lean too far forward because of the unyielding cock sliding straight up through the middle of me, so I kept my back straight and used my thighs to bounce myself up and down on Paul's shaft. Paul thrust his hips up to meet my downward strokes, which caused the fat head of his dick to pop in and out of that second, inner ring of muscle deep inside my bowels. Each time I sank back down onto him, a deep, satisfied grunt escaped my lips. "Uhhnn...uhhnn...ohhh....ahhh"
He had opened me up in a way no man ever had, and I wondered if my ass would ever be the same again. I didn't care. My shocked innards had completely surrendered to the invader and I enthusiastically bounced on Paul's big schlong. My own dick was rock hard and drooling precum everywhere, which lubed my strokes as I furiously beat my meat.
Right when I got a good rhythm going, my orgasm came cascading over me. It felt like every muscle in my entire body contracted all at once, and I clenched my teeth and let out a guttural "aaarrrgghhhh.." A thick rope of cum shot out of my cock and hit Paul in the neck, causing him to chuckle. I shot volley after volley of cum onto his smooth chest and belly.
The intensity of my climax made me lose my balance, and I fell forward, just as Paul reached up and placed his hands on my pecs to support me while I spasmed helplessly on his dick. The feeling of my body tightening up on his shaft triggered his own orgasm, and though I didn't feel the individual spurts of his cum, I could feel my insides getting slick with Paul's enormous load.
Finally we were spent. I was panting, sweating and trembling from the workout Paul's massive meat had just given me. I rested there, with Paul holding me up by my pecs, and his cock still firmly planted to the hilt in my ass. As he lowered his arms down, I realized his dick had softened enough to allow me to lay forward and rest my head on his sweaty chest. I was still too weak and shaky to try and move, and it didn't feel like my insides were ready to release Paul's cock just yet. I lay my cheek on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, matched by the throbbing I felt in my ass. Time stopped, and I felt like I was floating. Beneath me, Paul lay perfectly still, with his hands resting on my butt cheeks.
I reflected on how this encounter, this fuck, had changed me like no other. It seemed remarkable to consider that, until two hours ago, Paul and I couldn't stand each other, and now we lay here physically joined in the most intimate way possible. I also thought about the lasting effect of taking such a large cock. Would my hole close up again after the punishment Paul had put it through? I tried to squeeze my ass muscles, to see if I even could, around the rubbery phallus still nestled inside me. The sensation seemed to rouse Paul out of his own post-coital daze. "Hey buddy. How're we doing? You okay?"
I sighed contentedly and raised up off Paul's chest to answer him. "Yeah, I'm still here, man." I squirmed a little on his cock, and it felt warm and squishy. "You weren't kidding about being a heavy cummer. Feels like I've got a quart of your cum in my guts."
Paul patted my butt. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about getting you pregnant."
"True, but I'm probably going to be walking funny for a few days. That was...intense."
"But wasn't it better than using the gear shifter on your jeep?"
I laughed, a little sheepishly. "Yeah, thanks man, I NEEDED that."
"I could tell," Paul said. "So did I."
I sat up and leaned back. The change in position caused Paul's half-hard cock to shift inside me. "Ohhhh..." I moaned, as I gave his cock another squeeze with my ass muscles.
"Damn, son, don't tell me you want more! What happened to 'just this once'?" Paul said.
I'm usually a one-shot guy, but I knew I needed more of Paul's amazing dick. I contracted my ass muscles and gyrated my hips, sending a wave of pleasure through me as his cock began to stiffen inside me.
I taunted him, "What's the matter? Did I wear you out already?"
"Not by a long shot, smart-ass. But be careful what you wish for. We can go again, but it's gonna take me a LOT longer to cum the second time. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"Fuck yeah, cowboy!"
"Okay, but this time I wanna take you from behind. Get on all fours!"
Slowly I raised myself up off of Paul's beautiful manhood, not wanting to let go of it, even temporarily. Finally the head plopped out with a little wet slurping sound. I turned around on the bed to get in position, and gasped when I saw Paul's slimy, erect cock. I couldn't believe I had taken that huge thing inside my body, and would be taking it again momentarily.
Without a word, I got on all fours and crouched down, keeping my ass high in the air. Paul had me spin around so my ass was at the edge of the bed, and he stood up and took aim. "It should go in easier now that I got you opened up."
I grunted my agreement and held on to the bed, bracing myself for another impalement. This time when Paul penetrated me, his massive tool slid in smoothly, since my chute was slick with his load from our first coupling. I sighed happily as I was once again filled to capacity with the biggest, most satisfying cock I had ever encountered.
I wiggled my butt to let Paul know I was ready to fuck, and he was off to the races. He grabbed my hips with both hands and began thrusting deeply into my slick, slack asshole. I moaned involuntarily with each stroke, but my attitude towards Paul's cock had changed from fear and apprehension to greedy, lusty need. I lowered my head down onto the bed and pushed my ass even higher, encouraging Paul to pound me like a jackhammer. He long-stroked me wordlessly, varying his angle occasionally to fully explore my depths.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was, in reality probably 20 minutes, Paul spoke. "Damn, Andy you're a greedy fucker, aren't you? I figured I'd make you cry like a little bitch, but you're taking it like a champ!"
I was in a state of fucked-out bliss that made it difficult to talk. "Uh-huh... don't.... uhhh...stop...mmmm..."
Paul laughed at my lust-crazed babbling and continued his rapid-fire strokes. Every thrust sent warm waves of pleasure through my entire body. I clawed at the sheets and whimpered as Paul used my hole. My cock had fluffed up about halfway, so I reached down to grab it. Unfortunately, lifting my hand off the bed caused me to lose my balance, and on Paul's next forceful thrust, he knocked me forward onto my belly. His cock withdrew with a loud, wet slurp and I cried out in surprise, feeling suddenly very empty.
"PLEASE don't stop!" I begged, as I raised back up on my hands and knees.
"Don't worry, bro. I'm not done with you yet." I sighed with relief as Paul re-entered me. I stroked my own cock, and was surprised to feel the onset of a second climax. Behind me, Paul's rhythm had changed. He picked up the pace, and I figured his own orgasm must be imminent. I felt his cock expand slightly as he shoved it home one last time and held still. He cried out and I felt each throb as he emptied his second load of the day into me. My own orgasm was eluding me, as I stroked my cock and clamped down as tightly as I was able to on Paul's big pole.
After his climax subsided, Paul held still and let me catch up to him. I shoved myself back onto his cock, grinding my ass against his pubes. "Hold on," I grunted, "don't... move...uhhh... almost..."
And then I exploded. My second load was much less in volume, but no less intense. I gritted my teeth as my body tensed and tightened.
Finally I was done, completely drained and dazed. Behind me, Paul was ever-so-slightly rocking back and forth, keeping up a gentle in and out motion. With each little thrust I could feel that he was gradually withdrawing his dick, and I protested by gripping him with my ass muscles once more. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" I asked him.
"Andy, buddy, I love your ass, but I can't stay in there forever. Right now I've really gotta piss, so you either have to let me go, or you're gonna get a LOT fuller."
I looked over my shoulder at the man who had just rocked my world, who had, perhaps, turned me into a "size queen." I flashed him a devilish grin. "Well, just this once..."


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MINNEAPOLIS - It's an endless cultural lesson that's been drilled into our heads since we were tots, watching cartoons such as The Flintstones and playing with Barbie and Ken dolls:
If you are a woman, you should be extremely thin; if you are a man, you should be big and strong.
And while we've grown accustomed to studies reporting that such stereotypes play out in the workplace - overweight women, for example, have a harder time ascending the career staircase - a recent study has found that a worker's girth can have an appreciable impact on the size of his or her paycheck.
The study found that thin women are paid significantly more than their average-size counterparts, while heavier women make less. Skinnier-than-average men, on the other hand, cash smaller paychecks than their average-weight peers.
Experts say it's just another sign that as a society, we've internalized unrealistic, media-driven physical ideals and brought them into the workplace.
"Employers don't purposely think of these things when they're evaluating a person," said Teresa Rothausen-Vange, a management professor at the University of St. Thomas, who was not involved in the research.
"But research has shown that if you have two resumés, if all other qualifications make the candidates equal, the more physically attractive one - whether it's a skinny woman or a muscle-y man - will have the leg up."
The pounds - whether more or less - add up in terms of dollars, according to the study, "When It Comes to Pay, Do the Thin Win? The Effect of Weight on Pay for Men and Women," published in the Journal of Applied Psychology in the fall.
Being thin paid off in a big way for women, earning them about $16,000 more a year, on average. But thin men made about $8,000 less than their male coworkers.
The researchers, Timothy Judge and Daniel Cable, say that much of the problem is the result of subconscious decisions based on entrenched social stereotypes.
Their report cites studies in which obese individuals were identified as "undisciplined, dishonest, and less likely to do productive work." Conversely, the researchers point out that employers and fellow employees associate values of self-discipline, thrift, hard work, and positivity with thin individuals.
The qualities that govern attractiveness aren't stagnant; they might change slightly over time as different trends fade in and out. An Inquirer article in April reported that the "metrosexual" look that was popular for a few years was being replaced by a brawnier, more traditional man.
"The preference is just changing a little bit," Rothausen-Vange said. "And it's influencing everything, all the way to performance evaluation."
Currently, no state or federal laws protect workers from being discriminated against based on their size. But about five years ago, the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission began recognizing overweight workers' claims for discrimination if they were backed with some legitimate emotional, genetic, or physiological reasoning that brought the claim under the umbrella of the Americans With Disabilities Act, employment attorney Marshall Tanick said.
Nationally, there have been few claims, he said. Some cases have simply not been very solid, he said, and some employees have been too embarrassed to follow through with a case. In addition, discrimination cases are generally tough to win, because so much is subjective.


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SCEA has released a new batch of 1080 screenshots for the re-mastered version of The Last of Us that is due out for the PS4 in just under two weeks. The PlayStation blog also has a new preview post up that details some of the game's improvements, including the new 1080 visual, the control changes, and the frame rate options. That post can be found here.
The screenshots and a new 30 second TV spot can be found below.


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Mountain View, California – (The Hosting News) – November 22, 2005 – Internet infrastructure company, VeriSign, Inc., has completed its previously announced sale of VeriSign's payment gateway business to PayPal, an eBay company, on November 18, 2005.
In accordance with the terms of the asset purchase agreement announced on October 10, 2005, PayPal paid $370 million in cash to VeriSign upon closing of the transaction. VeriSign will now account for the payment gateway business as a discontinued operation.
VeriSign's balance sheet will reflect changes related to the sale – the company expects the revenue impact of the transaction to be a reduction in the range of $7-8 million to the previous Q4 2005 revenue guidance of $395-400 million, thereby reducing total company revenue guidance to $387-393 million for the quarter.
On a non-GAAP basis, using a 30% effective tax rate, Verisign anticipates that earnings per share for the fourth quarter will be impacted by $0.01, thereby reducing original guidance of $0.26 to $0.27 per fully-diluted share to $0.25 to $0.26 per fully-diluted share. Guidance for 2006 will be updated during the company's Q4 2005 earnings conference call.
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I met this sweet, popular guy at a party (who lives a town over) and we hit it off flirting. He had just broke up with a girl of 6 months and was getting back in the habit of dating and making out with other girls since her. (BTW, At my age, hooking up means making out at least) He texted me that night after and we kept texting from May to June when I left for camp. I seemed upset, or at least kept joking about how he couldn't believe I was leaving. Long story short I took a risk in December and texted him. He remembered me, and we joked our inside jokes and he brought up if I hooked up yet, and said I probably did (I hadn't ever when we talked) and I was like yes I got it over with and he was like I knew you were going to soon, I haven't since summer, and I'm a little rusty. Was he referencing hooking up with me? I texted him again a few weeks later but he didn't reply... Should I text him again? ALSO... If I hook up with him now, will that effect my life next year when I go to high school with him? I would like a relationship with him next year... What should I do?!?!?
Mentioned hooking up, hasn't texted back?!?!?!
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I think he didn't respond because you gave him the idea that you're seeing someone now.
And if you hook up with him now, I think it would or would not affect your life next year depending on his reactions whether he want to move it further.
If you want to have a relationship with him, show that you're interested in him. Never give him the idea that you're seeing someone or has made something that doesn't pass his approval (making out with other guys, i.e)00|00|0
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