Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2024 12:17:39 +0000 From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías Subject: Dance of the griffin - Chapter 2 - THE TREE LEAVES ARE ROCKING. Chapter 2 -- THE TREE LEAVES ARE ROCKING. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. We don't want this website to ever stop. Think for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your donations. It was a mythological blowjob that I was giving Roland, and in that moment I thought I was sucking a griffin's cock. -Since you're not in the mood of complaining, Roland, I'll go on doing this. What an expected surprise I've had watching my sexy brother dancing naked here and what an unexpected surprise to see myself wanting to do this. -I hope you're sure, Gilbert, but since you've had this strange whim, I'd rather say nothing. I think it's better if we don't talk about this. -Good, we won't talk -I told him with his dick now with security deep in my mouth and savouring it hungrily-. So keep on dancing. -I cannot spin being my dick now buried in a mouth. It would be impossible. I could try some of the movements I'll have to do for the moment I'm supposed to be flying. -You told me you also have to sing, isn't it? -I asked him of course never stopping the first blowjob I was giving. -I also have to sing. -So and since I don't wanna stop, you could sing something meanwhile. -Ok -he told me but I thought even singing would be difficult for him now for with the fun of getting his dick sucked, he was yelling in pleasure. -This is one of the most important songs of the musical and it's right to sing it right here and now surrounded by trees. The griffin Roland would be played by my brother who was a baritone and the actor playing Olivier would be the tenor. This song would be sung only by Roland Osborne. It became soon a perfect blending of his baritone resounding voice and the wonderful taste of his dick. The notes flowed easily from my brother's throat. -The tree leaves are rocking Over the tree tops birds are hovering Swinging in the feathered nest where thou dwelst Climb up with that western wind, griffin, Till one day you inhabit one other griffin's feathered heart. With those notes indeed you could even hear the tree leaves rocking. The forest seemed to melt in the same harmony as the naked griffin. I thought for a moment how my brother would look like when he was covered in feathers, with his beak and his lion tail. I thought I wanna go to The Griffin's Nest and watch Roland over and over again with no clothes, with that sexy body he has, with feather, beak and everything. But as I was thinking all this, he'd finished the song, and still sucking I asked him to sing it again. He sang it twice more and the second time he started singing The tree leaves are rocking he seemed to be saying: my dick has been rocking but finally it has to burst, and I finally noticed the liquid I had been sure I wanted to taste descending down my throat. Just a first sample of brotherly spunk made me sure that I wanted to often be drinking the same elixir. -I must thank you, Gilbert. Only problem that I see now is that maybe the day I'm finally on stage I could be hard as a rock, but well Clark had already told all the actors that even boners would be acceptable in his musical. Now I'll put everything back on. My clothes are here. And as he was getting dressed, he told me. -I'm not angry at what has just happened here. Maybe I'll have to reflect now, but you're my brother and I love you. Good, Gilbert, let's get home. I only tell you that after what's happened I needn't come to the forest to rehearse. I can dance naked at home too. Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/