Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2015 22:17:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Mikhail Conrad Subject: Bred Big pt16 This is a story about sex between men and men AND men and male dogs. If that offends you (How you got to this page if you're that kind of person puzzles me) then you know how to leave or you should; the back button, closing the window or your browser, even turning off your device will all work for that purpose. If you ignore this warning I am not responsible for heart failure or any other malady caused by reading this. You must be 18+ (21+ in certain locales) to read this legally, if you're not of appropriate age go back now even if it doesn't offend you (my escalating mind powers will enforce this restriction, right?). In certain places having this story and in some really backwards places even reading it is illegal. Be aware of the laws regarding that where you are and act accordingly. This story is my intellectual property and may not be posted in any way or used for anything other than personal reading without my express permission. Archive;'Bred Big #16' {Mikhail Conrad} (MM M~Dog best) [16!?] I know that bestiality is the theme here. I haven't gotten away from it, I just need to add some character development in every now and then. If dogs could talk it would make that easier, but alas it isn't so. Taking literary license and telling it from a dog's point of view would make it lose some of the realism I strive for, IN MY OPINION. The reason I keep the M~Dog tag is because it is talked about in the story and I like for readers to be aware of the theme they will encounter in the story. Don't worry, there's plenty of dog on man action in the future. That said, let me know which character you'd like to hear from next on their first time interlude story. mikhailconrad@yahoo.com BRED BIG CHAPTER 16 "Let's get this show on the road then," Justin said taking charge, "We've only got an hour and twenty-six minutes until curtain call. Em, you and Killer go with Mark and help get him ready. Use Keith's shower, plenty of room for all three of you in there. Don't waste time, there'll be plenty of time for us to play later, but make sure Mark's on edge. It'll make for a hotter show. Feron, you're with me. You're the most tech savvy out of the rest of you except for Mark, I'm guessing, but I can't have him. Chad, don't look so sad, if I send you with Mark you know you'll be fighting not to jump each other and I need you to see to the dogs. Speaking of; which one do you want Mark?" "Uh...," I said taken by surprise, "I don't know. I hadn't even thought about it." Feron leaned over and whispered some advice to me. "Okay," I agreed with him and to the others, "I want Rebel. He has short hair so it won't block any of the view for Keith and he's taller than Ace, Tokki, or Volken and that'll make it easier to see." "Fer told you all that just now?" Liam asked. "No," I said laughing, "He just suggested a short haired dog. I decided the rest." "Okay, hop to it!" Justin told us. "I'll bath Rebel for you Mark," Chad informed me taking Volken and Decker with him heading for the basement, "Where are we going to do this Justin?" "In the gym at the poolhouse," the big stud replied, "The lighting is perfect. We can easily move the equipment back and the floor's that texturized rubber. Grab a pair of those black neoprene kneepads on your way out." "Will do," the hot blonde jock confirmed giving me another of his devilish sexy grins, "See ya in a few beautiful. Don't worry, you're in good hands." And he was gone, shutting the basement door behind him. The rest of us headed to our different tasks, Justin and Feron toward the office and Liam, Emery, and I to Keith's bedroom to get to his bathroom with its amazing facilities. Em was in the lead and turned on the lights as we went. Liam had a hand on my shoulder and gave me an encouraging squeeze every few steps. "This is going to be so hot," he said as we entered the bathroom. "It's the sexiest shower I've ever been in," I agreed. "I don't think he's talking about our group shower Mark," Em said. "Well that too," Liam said dropping his hand down to rub my ass, "But I meant what you're doing for Keith." "I hope so," I said, "I'm kind of nervous about it though." "Don't be," the taller charming man said, "Rebel is a beautiful graceful animal. You'll be perfect together. Beauty and grace paired with beauty and grace can only end up being beautiful and graceful. DAMN! I need to quit thinking about it before I make myself cum before I even get to see it for real." I looked down to see his other hand loosely cupping his angry red swollen cock. The amount of pre-cum in his palm was threatening to overflow his hand. Em laughed and walked over to set the shower controls. I couldn't resist and dropped down on my knees and started licking the cock honey in Liam's hand. My tongue brushed the shaft of his fat tool with every pass of my tongue. He shuddered each time the tip brushed the corona behind his big mushroom head. He looked down at me, smiled and pulled me back to my feet now that he could use both hands. "I thought you said you were nervous," he said. "From what I've seen, nervous seems to make him horny," Emery said as he pushed the control to start the shower cycle, "Come on let's get this over with. I set it for thirty minutes." "No," I disagreed taking Liam by the hand and leading him into the shower joining the gymnast, "It's just that when I let my libido go, it helps take my mind off of my anxiety." "Same difference," Emery said, "You get nervous and you get horny to keep from being nervous. It's not a put down Mark. Now you've got me thinking of ways to make you nervous." "You don't need to you sexy stud," I replied laughing along with Liam, "You, all of you, make me horny anyway. It's like that Muslim paradise thing, only I'm getting good looking hot stud men instead of virgins. I'm pretty sure I'm not dead though. There aren't seventy-two of you in your group are there?" "No, not hardly," Em answered smiling while getting a handful of body wash from the dispenser and smearing it on my chest, "And it's OUR group Mark. You're in it too. I'm going to go ahead and tell you that besides Pete and Bryce that you already know about, there are only three others. I can't tell you who they are since I don't know if the guys have talked to them yet, but I can tell you that they are going to all fall for you just as much as we have." "Qui est verum!" Liam said reaching around me to wash my chest. "What the fuck does that mean?" the little muscle stud asked. "It's Latin for `That's the truth'," I answered pushing back into Liam and pressing his rock hard cock between my butt cheeks. I clinched them together to trap his tool in place and pulled Em up to me in a tight embrace, "You guys are amazing." "I'm impressed," the taller stud behind me said reaching down to run his hands through Emery's wet curly hair and grinding his stiff fat prong in my crack. "Anybody with two semesters of Latin would know that," I said and ran my hands over my sudsy chest and then across Em's back. "Oh, that was impressive too," Liam teased and gave my backside a couple of thrusts with his man prod. "He says stuff like that all the time," the hunky gymnast said using his hands to spread the body wash down my sides, "He's super smart and is going to finish his law degree at Emory, the university in Atlanta not me, this next year. I feel sorry for the lawyers that are going to have to go up against him." "Thanks Em," Liam said pulling away from me gently. The handsome attorney to be slid around my side and leaned over to kiss the buff shorter gymnast on the lips. Both of them had their eyes open and it was easy to see the love they had for each other. The whole group seemed like a huge mutual admiration society. The honesty and concern they had with one another was totally unlike anything I'd ever experienced before except with Keith. I hoped I could live up to the standard of friendship that they demonstrated almost every moment they were together. "Well we're not getting Mark ready doing this," Em said stepping back, "The sooner we finish here, the sooner we'll get to enjoy each other later." We all laughed and set about getting clean. Emery washed me while Liam used the douching nozzle. Then we switched to Liam scrubbing Em while I used the hose. And finally I bathed Liam while Em cleaned his chute. We finished before the shower cycled off. We came from around the wall of the enclosure and Liam tossed us warm towels from the rack. We all set to drying each other off and I noticed that the two of them kept teasing me by playing with my ass and cock the whole time. They kept me hard and hot as per Justin's instructions. When we finished we headed out into the bedroom and Em stopped suddenly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," he said, "I just had an idea and since we're running ahead of schedule I thought you might like it." "What?" I asked. He didn't answer, but instead went over to Keith's armoire and started looking through the bottom drawer. I looked at Liam, but the handsome stud shrugged his shoulders and just watched the gymnast go through the drawer. I watched as he carefully searched through my best friend's things. "Ah, here they are," he said pulling out something pure white and folded, "They'll be perfect for you Mark, you and Keith are about the same size aren't you?" "He's got a lot more muscle mass than I do," I answered, "We're just the same height." "Try `em on," he told me tossing whatever it was to me. He didn't stop there, but opened the door to Keith's closet, flipped on the light switch, and went in. I shook out the piece of clothing he had tossed me and checked it out. It appeared to be a pair of sleep pants. They were made out of a sturdy mesh material. They were soft and had a draw string going through the waistband made of the same material. When I held them up to the light, I saw that they were as shear and as thin as single layer of medical gauze but much more resilient. "What would be the point?" I called out to him. "Showmanship. Do they fit?" he answered loudly from way in the back of the closet, "Liam, you helped Keith clean up after that black-out party last fall. Do you know where he put that box of stuff?" "Yeah, it's back in the left hand corner on the second shelf" the tall hunk at my side called out to him and then turned to me, "I think I know what he's up to. Go ahead and try them on." I stepped into the pants and pulled them up. I tied the draw string and looked at myself in the mirror. My hard-on jutted out in the front lewdly, but even without it, these pants would get you arrested for indecent exposure anywhere out in public. They were loose and baggy, but fit me fine. I remembered seeing Keith in them on the beach the last time he had come down to my condo. The only difference was that he had been wearing a skin tight, white, shiny micro-speedo under them. I remember thinking how hot he looked walking down the beach in them and from all the looks he had gotten I knew I wasn't the only one that thought so. "You look incredible in those Mark," Liam told me looking me up and down, "It's like there's thin mist between you and me and I just want to tear through it to get to your magnificent body." "Fuckin' nice," Emery said coming out of the walk-in with a large coat-sized gift box in his hands, "I knew they'd fit." The hot gymnast jock put the box on Keith's bed and opened it. It was full of black strings with clumps of black satiny fabric. He began rummaging through them and I saw that they were all skimpy g-strings. "Here ya go Li," he said tossing them one at time to the hunky tall stud man, "A medium for you, another for Chad, a large for Fer, ah yeah here's an extra-large for Justin, another medium for Mark, and a small for me." "What are you up to Em?" I asked him with a smile. "I figured since you're gonna do this we might as well make it a show to remember," he said, "We can all be in it with you as the sacrifice." "Sacrifice?" I questioned with some apprehension. "Yeah," he said grinning wickedly, "To the god of dog fucks. One of us will lead you in with a black leather leash, attached to a black leather dog collar around your neck. There are plenty of those in the basement cabinet." He went on to tell us his whole idea. I didn't like it, I fucking totally loved it! I knew Keith would get off on it big time. I added some ideas of own like using Rick Wakeman's `Journey to the Center of the Earth' for background music and using the dimmer on the lights for effect. I took off the pants, put on the g-string, and slipped back into the sheer beach cover ups, though they didn't cover anything very well. Liam said I looked even hotter with the g-string under the pants, like I was a little more unattainable or something. I picked up the cd in the rack in the den on our way down. We headed on down to the basement for the collar and leash. Right before we got to the bottom of the stairs at the door Liam stopped us. "What now?" I asked him, "Another idea?" "Yeah," he said mischievously, "Let me go on in and get the stuff and come back here and put it on you before Chad sees you. We can get a pretty good idea of what Keith's reaction is gonna be by seeing his." Liam took off his g-string and handed it to me along with the others he was carrying and slipped through the door. We could hear him talking to Chad and the blonde jock stud talking back, but the sound of the blow dryer Chad was apparently using on Rebel made their words too difficult to make out. The door knob turned and Em and I backed up a couple of steps to stay hidden from Chad in case he was looking closely. Liam came back through the door and shut it quietly behind him. "I told him I wanted to check to see if I had left one of Sky's leads here," he told us as he put a plain black leather dog collar around my neck and fastened it, "I did look for a leash I've been missing but it wasn't here. He doesn't suspect a thing." "Can I lead you in Mark?" Em asked me taking the leash and clipping it to the metal ring on the collar," Do you mind Li?" "Fine with me," Liam answered ruffling the studly little jock's hair. "Yes," I answered, "Let's just do it. This piece of butt floss is driving me crazy. Every time my dick jerks, it makes the string slide over my asshole, which makes my dick jump and on and on." They both snickered at me, but Liam did reach over and open the door. Em went first and I followed keeping the leash slack so he wouldn't have to tug on me like some unwilling slave. Liam shut the door behind us intentionally slamming it to get Chad's attention. "You forget something Killer?" Chad said turning off the blow dryer and turning toward us, "HOLY FUCKIN'..., SHIT..., DAMN..., YOU LOOK..." "Hot?" Em asked gloating. Chad didn't even reply, he just let go of Rebel and walked up to me. I stood staring at him trying to give him the most seductive look I could. He reached out and grabbed both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and used them to pull me into his butch, golden haired, muscular chest. My prick let out a big drop of lube dew and a shinier darker spot appeared at the peak of my cock tented g-string pouch. "Do you think Keith would let me stand in for Rebel if I begged from my knees?" he asked me licking his lips. "You can fuck me right now if you want to," I told him as I put my arms on his wide shoulders and crossed my wrists behind his neck arching my pecs into the exquisite pinching torture of his nip clutching fingers. "Oh no he can't!" Emery declared pulling me away with the leash causing Chad to let go of my nipples instead of ripping them off my chest, "Don't you dare Chad!" "He's a little temperamental because you're getting in the way of his directorial debut," Liam explained laughing and handed Chad a g-string, "Here's your costume. There's no script. The only words are going to be the ones coming from Mark when Rebel fucks him. From what Em has told me, Mark doesn't need any instruction there. You'll lead Rebel in to take the sacrifice as the representative of the god of dog fucks. Put a black collar and black lead on him to match. Now we're going to take Mark over to the gym so you two don't get carried away beforehand. Come on over with Rebel when you get him ready. Don't forget the kneepads Esjay." Liam walked off to the door to the back patio and left Chad standing where he was looking confused. Emery tugged on my collar and I followed him knowing that Chad would get it all done and figured out as soon as I was out of sight and not distracting him anymore. The three of us exited the basement, but not before Rebel came up to me and took a lick at the crotch of my see-thru pants. He could smell my dick drip and I saw his red-purple cock peeking out of its sheath as Liam shut the door behind us. "You two have the major hots for each other don't you?" the lean tall stud asked me as we climbed the outside staircase. "You have no idea," Emery answered before I could reply; "The best way I can explain it is for you to imagine two hermaphrodite dogs in heat at the same time." "We're not that bad," I disputed. "I didn't say it was bad," the buff gymnast said leading me across the veranda, "It's so cute watching easy going, cool and composed, handsome Chad McMasters falling all over himself for the naïve innocent god of beauty Mark Vickers; when we have time for it that is." "That's so cynical Em," I said a bit disconcerted. "No it's not Mark," Liam said laughing lightly and enjoying it way too much for my comfort, "He's not mocking you at all. He's just being honest I think." "Well, I Am Not Innocent!" I stated still trying to rebut Em's analysis as we passed through the portico with its grape arbor. "Okay, I take back the innocent part, sorry Mark," he said sincerely, "You still love me though, don't you?" "Of course I do," I said with a laugh, "You're an absolute devil, especially when it comes to sex, but you're about the cutest devil I've ever seen. And I forgive you even if you did make me lose my hard-on." Both of them came to a halt right beside the pool, which made me have to stop too since I was on a leash. They both took a look at my crotch and then at each other. I felt like a piece of meat in front of a pack of hungry wolves as their eyes came back to rest on me. "We can't have that," Liam said taking me by the arms and putting me down in one of the chairs near us. He stood up, straddled me, and pushed my face down onto his hard bulge in the tiny g-string. "Justin wouldn't like it," Em said as he dropped the leash and knelt down between my knees. Liam reached down and freed his beautiful cock from the confines of the small triangular piece of stretchy satin fabric. He gave it a tight stroke and a large bead of his viscous cock nectar formed at the slit. He rubbed it across my lips and put his erect shaft back in the pouch before I could open my mouth to lick it. In the meantime Emery had encased my mound of man meat in his mouth over the mesh of the pants and the pouch of my g-strip. He inhaled deeply then exhaled just as thoroughly making my junk cool and then warm. He kept repeating his actions and my dick started to swell up fast. Liam grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me back firmly in the chair. He bent over and brought his face to mine. He opened his mouth and his tongue shot out to lick at his cock honey on my lips. Em began to gnaw on my rapidly hardening man tool and I felt a flush of erotic desire flow through me. My cock shot up to fully hard as Liam forced his tongue past my lips giving me a taste of his pre-cum off of my own lips. "Problem solved," Em said standing up and picking up the leash. "That wasn't a problem Em," Liam said helping me stand up, "That was an opportunity. No, I'm wrong, it was a golden opportunity. I can't believe I just put my dick drip on the lips of the sexiest man walking on the planet, much less got to tongue feed it to you Mark. Tell me I'm not dreaming." "You're not dreaming Liam," I said hesitantly, "I can still taste you. That was so fucking hot. Thanks, both of you. I'm still having a hard time taking all the compliments you guys give me, but they do make me feel good." "Talk to him Liam," Em said as we walked to the poolhouse and the sliding glass doors that stood open to the gym, "He really doesn't believe that he's the most gorgeous, sexiest thing going around with a cock, and a pretty nice one too. Listen to him Mark. You know how Keith always knows the right thing to do? Well Liam always knows the right thing to say and he never lies." "How can an honest lawyer make a living?" I asked laughing. Justin heard us as we came in, held up his hand to acknowledge us and did a double take when he saw what we were wearing. He stuck his tongue out like he was drooling and went back to what he was doing on the computer station in the corner. We left him to it and sat down on the seats of the exercise equipment that had been moved to away from the center of the room. Em gave me a sexy smile and turned to Liam. "Ben and Alexis are two of the most honorable, sincere, trustworthy people I know," Liam said confusing me, "And McMasters, Schuler, and Simms is one of the most successful and reputable law firms in the nation. Ben has already offered me a job and I hope that one day it will be McMasters, Schuler, Simms, and Sommersett." I got it then; he was talking about lawyers and my crack about making a living as an honest one. "I was just teasing you Liam," I said taking his hand and kissing the back of it to try to show him that I did respect him. The name suddenly registered with me, "McMasters? As in Chad McMasters?" "Ben's his father," he informed me, "And Alexis Simms is his sister's married name. Her husband Daniel is a civil rights lawyer for the HRC. I can't wait for you to meet them. When they see how he lights up when you're around they're going to love you immediately. He hasn't been this way for a long time now. He had a tragedy that affected him deeply." "He and Justin told me about Jayce," I said with a tear forming as I recalled how Chad let me experience the passion he felt for his lost lover, "It's..., it's..." "Mark," Liam said as Emery stood up to wrap his arms around my head and hug me tenderly, "No one, and that goes double for Chad, would ever want you to feel like you're replacing or filling in for anybody. Every single person is unique and because of that they can't help but bring it to every relationship they have. That makes every relationship a one of a kind. A smart person, and I know you're one after hearing you talk to Justin earlier, can take uniqueness and make it something special, as special as they are, as special as I know you are." "You hardly know me," I said becoming uneasy from the deep felt sentiment of his compliment. "I know Keith," he said smiling at me, "And I know how he feels about you. There isn't a better reference short of God as far as I'm concerned. I can see a lot of why he feels that way about you already. There is something about you that is intensely sincere and refreshing that has absolutely nothing to do with your spectacular masculine beauty. Are you really going to even try and question that?" I didn't answer him. I didn't know how to answer him. Somehow this handsome, self-assured, loving, sexy man had taken me from lawyers to family to friends to love and death to individuality all the way around to myself in a couple of minutes with just a few words. He managed to have me looking at myself from a new perspective, his and my other friends, new and old. I felt like I was on the edge of a catharsis. I realized I was afraid, not of him, but of actually seeing myself as they physically saw me. I could accept all the rest of it. I knew my own self-worth, my integrity, my fierce loyalty, my compassion, my determination, my intelligence, my humor, and a host of other attributes many of which I had picked up from people in my life, Keith not the least among them. It was my physical appearance that I couldn't face honestly. WHY? That was where I got stuck. Justin brought me out of my contemplation before I could start castigating myself on my inadequacy. "Mark you look hot enough to set the house on fire," he said as I looked up to see him standing in front of me so sexy and masculine in his casual nakedness, "Do I smell some of Em's wonderful flair for the dramatic here?" "You don't have to answer that," Emery said letting me go and giving my cheek a gentle caress. "I think you just did, and thank you Justin," I said laughing, "Ya'll really do know each other like the back of your hand you know. And I don't mean just you and Justin." "I know exactly what you mean Mark," Liam said, "And so do they. I can also tell you that we're all, and I don't mean just the three of us either, looking forward to getting to know you that well too. Don't ever hesitate to ask us what we're feeling if you don't know. We want you to know us that well too." "Listen guys," Justin said, "Fer's already upstairs getting his shower, I'm gonna go join him. We'll both be back down in a jiffy. We still have thirty five minutes until we connect on the feed so chill and keep horny. Are you sure you're okay for another dog knot Mark? You went through almost the whole pack last night." "I think so," I answered him and had a raunchy thought that I immediately acted on, "You're more of an expert than I am Justin, why don't you check and make sure for me." I stood up, pulled the tie loose on my pants, and slid them and my scanty g-string down to my ankles. I gave Justin that smile that Em had told me made his knees weak and turned around. I looked back over my shoulder as I bent over at a ninety degree angle, put my palms on the seat of the machine where I had been sitting, and arched my butt back at Justin. All three of the guys just ogled me, especially my ass. Justin's flaccid cock began to engorge and rise up from its nest of short and curlies. "Well, am I okay for it?" I asked him. "Mark, if you kill the camera man there won't be any show," he said to me as he stroked his erecting man meat, "I think you're ready for it alright, the only swelling I see is in our three dicks. Your hot tight little hole looks... uh..." "Edible," Liam said in a gravelly voice. "Fuckable," Emery said with a moan. "AWESOME!" Chad exclaimed coming in through the open doorway with Rebel where he'd obviously been standing for long enough to know what to say. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked standing up blushing and pulling my g-string and totally sheer gauze pants back up. "What gives here?" he asked handing Rebel's lead to Liam and putting his golden haired arm around my waist, "You give the view of a lifetime to these guys and get all shy and embarrassed when I see it. What happened to the desperate for dog cock gorgeous hot sexy man I fell in love with last night?" "I told you he'd say it first," Feron said grinning ear to ear as he came through the doorway from the staircase landing drying his hair with a towel. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My heart started beating so fast that I thought it was going to come bursting right out of my chest. I looked at Chad and everything else turned to grey. My knees felt weak like Em had said his were earlier to me when Liam first arrived. My mouth went dry. I had never heard of anyone dying when someone professed their love for them, but at the moment it seemed possible. "Mark!" Chad said to me as my knees wavered, "Are you okay?" He dropped a handful of things he had in his other hand and caught me with both his arms. He went to his knees with me using his powerful muscles to support us both. My head fell on his shoulder and he hugged me tightly to his athletic sturdy frame. "Mark, say something," he implored me choking back tears. "Don't cry," I said finding strength in wanting him to be okay, "I don't ever want to make you cry." "You scared me," he said getting his composure back and hugging me even more fiercely. "I don't want to scare you either," I said as enough strength came back into my arms to begin to hug him back. "I thought you fainted and something was wrong," he told me as he let up on his power hold and started rocking me back and forth. "I almost did," I confessed, "But it wasn't because there was anything wrong with me." "Then why?" "You said you love me," I said thinking that was enough explanation for anyone. "I did?" he asked, and before I could even get angry for his nonchalance he told me, "I thought I said fell in love with. In fact I'm sure I said fell in love with. But... I... LOVE... YOU! I love you so much that I want to be able to say it so loud that the earth shakes from it. And the only person that I care who knows it is you. Ah shit! I mean, I don't care who knows it as long as you do. Oh fuck! I just want you to know I love you! I'll do anything to convince you. Just tell me..." "Chad calm down," I said feeling my full faculties returning fast, "You're starting to ramble." "I don't care," he said adamantly, "If it takes me making a fool out of myself to convince you that I love I will. I said I'll do anything. I mean it!" "I know," I told him calmly at last feeling wholly myself again. "You do?" he asked, taking me by my shoulders so he could hold me back and look in my eyes, "Tell me exactly what you know." "I know you love me," I said calmly and seriously. "What did I say that convinced you?" he asked starting to grin. "Nothing you said convinced me," I told him. "Was it something I did?" he asked beginning to look confused. "No, not exactly," I said. "Then how do you know I love you?" he finally asked the right question. "Because I love you and I can feel it," I told him giving him the happiest smile I could summon up. I wasn't prepared for his reaction. I don't think any of us were. His crystal blue eyes got as big as saucers, His face lit up with the biggest boldest grin I'd seen on him yet. He grabbed my head in both hands and gave me a big smacking kiss on the lips as he forcefully pulled us both to our feet. He held me out at arm's reach and then jerked me into his arms for a rib cracking hug and let me go. He jumped up in the air and let out a high pitched scream of victory with his hand raised in triumph. He leaped over to Justin and lifted him off the ground with an amazing show of strength. "HE LOVES ME JUSTIN!" He yelled and dropped the big man back to the ground. He snatched Emery up and swung him around three times in a circle shouting, "EM HE LOVES ME!" with each spin. He set Em down giving him a big smack on the lips and turned around to Liam who had gotten over the shock of Chad's spontaneous explosion enough to be laughing good naturedly at his energetic outburst. "I KNOW!" he yelled at Liam shaking him by his shoulders, "ISN'T IT GREAT KILLER? HE LOVES ME!" He let go of Liam and jumped over in front of Feron squatting down with his legs wide swinging short arm punches in the air yelling, "YES! YES! YES!" over and over. He ended that with one hand stretched out at the grinning Hispanic hunk with his forefinger pointed like a gun, thumb upraised, and yelled, "HE SAID HE LOVES ME FER!" "I heard!" Feron said to him laughing along with all of us now. He took two huge bounds to the doorway, stood in the middle of it, spread his arms wide, pushed his chest out, threw his head back and screamed to the world, "I LOVE MARK VICKERS AND HE LOVES ME!" He went leaping around the pool jumping up high in the air every ten feet or so emitting an Indian war whoop. As he came back around his eyes lit on me. They got even bigger and his grin threatened to split his handsome face wide open. "YOU LOVE ME!" he yelled at me and raced over to me and lifted me up in his strong manly arms kissing me all over anywhere his lips could reach. I laughed and let myself encompass the total joy of the whole moment, kissing him back on his neck, arms, face, chest, shoulders, anywhere my lips landed. "I LOVE CHAD MCMASTERS!" I found myself yelling out over and over intoxicated with the same ecstatic joy that possessed Chad. I felt us rising up in the air like we were flying on wings of love. That whole illusion ended with splash as we were immersed in water. Justin had bodily lifted us both up and tossed us ten feet into the middle of the deep end of the pool. I knew this later because Feron had the presence of mind to grab his cell and video the whole thing, starting with Chad standing in the doorway shouting his love to the universe. It's always going to be my favorite video ever! TO BE CONTINUED ONCE UPON A TIME, There was this person who had a few very good, most assuredly magical, skills with a computer and the internet. Now this person also liked to have some personal fun with an erotic story every now and then. But alas, the type of stories the person sought were few and far between and they were difficult to access because of the evil dark powers of the wicked Council of Censorbitches. The person knew that there were many erotic writers out in the mystical realm of the World Wide Web, but they had problems posting their feel good stories because the Censorbitches would descend on their postings and desecrate them with vile slashes, malicious blackouts, and even... YES!... horrid deletions. Well the person decided to fight against the uncanny hate-mongering Censorbitches. The person made an enchanted place within the mystical realm of the World Wide Web and named it Nifty. It was free from the loathsome pernicious deeds of the Censorbitches and at last writers of alluring erotica could set their creations in a place of safety. As with all good things it came with a cost. Many long hours of magical programing were required to keep the enchanted place Nifty secure and accessible. Many more hours were spent in the exchange of the small marvelous packages of electric information called bits that made up the enchanted place. The person withered and languished spending all their mana maintaining the enchanted place Nifty until one day a minor wizard made a donation and enhanced the magic of the person. Stories flashed into existance that had never been seen before! And so I send forth this missive across the mystical realm of the World Wide Web. Help the person maintain their mana and fight against the dastardly atrocities of the Censorbitches by making your own donation to the enchanted place Nifty. You can access the magic portal of giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html