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w0rmy

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Hey Pretty...
« on: February 19, 2008, 06:47:16 PM »
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Today, Dee had the day off. There was no work to be done, there was no sword play to be practised, there was nothing and that is how he liked it. He wished every day could be like this… but then again, Dee thought fairly, he did like the occasional sword fight here and there. It was great knowing that you could use a sword and adequately too. There were some who boasted that they were masters but in reality, they were worse than a sick child. Dee was more than adequate in swordplay… too bad the boy hated practising. His patience was like thin ice. It could break at any moment and it would be unwise to attempt to walk it. Some of his teachers had given up. They even had suggested ripping away his status…

The sky was clear and the sun was bright, it was lovely. Dee loved days like this. He didn’t understand how anyone could work on such a day, it was ridiculous! Dee stuck his thumb inside of his waistband and glanced around the bustling market. Little over a week ago, Dee had written to Blake. The letter had been an invitation; it stated clearly that the two should meet at noon at the markets. His odd eyes scanned the crowd once more and after seeing nothing, the boy sat down a near by bench. Two young ladies sat near by, gossiping about a handsome blonde knight and Dee wondered if they were talking about Julius. But then again, Julius wasn’t the only blonde knight in Oberon.

Dee sighed. Even though he was early, he couldn’t help thinking about how Blake wouldn’t turn up. He felt foolish for being so paranoid. “Talon damn it…” The boy cursed as he kicked a stray pebble. Dee twiddled his thumbs and waited. Every so often, he would glance up at the sky then at the crowd. It was petty but it couldn’t be helped.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #1 on: February 20, 2008, 05:52:34 AM »
Blake strolled through the markets absently. He didn’t come here very often. The markets were filled with servants and peasants and other filthy people. Blake usually sent a servant to do his shopping. He paused at a small booth that was selling necklaces. Blake picked one up, examining the emerald that was attached. He glanced at the eager looking salesmen before putting it down. The boy shook his head when the salesmen began to compliment his outfit and how the necklace would match. Without giving the man an answer, Blake continued on his way through the streets. He attempted to ignore the various salesmen calling out with their pitches. Bringing a hand up to his hair, he began to twirl it lightly. The red curls that framed his face bounced with each step.

“Young man!” Blake started when he suddenly felt a grip on him. An old woman beside a booth peered up at him. Her grimy fingers wrapped tightly around his fragile wrist. Blake pulled and it took some effort before she let go. Holding his wrist protectively, he stared down at the old woman in shock. He couldn’t believe what this peasant just did. As he stared at the woman, she began to ramble on about flowers. A rose was shoved into Blake’s face. He defensively snatched it away from the woman, not wanting the petals to be shoved into his mouth. The woman grinned, “That’ll be a few pieces.” Blake glared at the woman, turning on heel and leaving with the rose and without paying. The boy ignored the angered cries from the woman and just kept on down the markets.

He glanced down at the dark red rose he held. A couple of the leaves had been smooshed and there was a smear of blood on a thorn which Blake’s palm had gripped. He looked back up. It took him only a few minutes more before his gaze found a familiar figure. Finally. It had taken him long enough to find Dee. It had been only a little bit since their last encounter at Julius’s abode, but Blake missed the other boy as if it had been a couple months. He wouldn’t admit this though and as he walked towards Dee, the snobbish pout appeared on his lips and he made sure to keep his pace in check. He didn’t want to appear too eager.

“Hello Dee.” He greeted when he reached the boy. His pout stayed and he glanced at Dee’s body. He wanted to hug the other but refrained due to the public crowd they were in. Blake glanced down. The rose was still in his hand. A soft blush appeared on his cheeks and he suddenly held out the rose for Dee to take. “Uhn… here.” He stated bluntly. Blake pressed the flower up against Dee’s chest. His cheeks were a bright pink and his blue eyes lowered downward, “Some lady gave this to me you can have it.” He spoke quickly, a tad embarrassed at this whole scene.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #2 on: February 20, 2008, 08:06:28 PM »
Smiling broadly, Dee stood up to greet the other boy. He was more than happy to see Blake and he made it quite obvious, while refraining from any body contact. Dee’s hand twitched. He ached to hold Blake close but considering the situation, the urge had to be ignored. It twitched again. “For me?” Dee repeated with raised eyebrows. He had not expected a gift, especially from Blake. The flower was a bit bruised but Dee appreciated it all the same. He liked getting gifts. “Thank you, Blake.” He cracked a wink and continue to smile broadly, Dee couldn’t be more happy. “A lady you say? I gather she was a peasant, demanding that you buy a flower… or did she attempt to woo you?” Dee laughed but hid it behind his fingers.

“Never mind, pretty. Let’s walk.” Dee rested his hand upon Blake’s shoulder and urged the boy forward. He did not want to stay in one place for so long. “Your hand is bleeding.” He took Blake’s hand in his, examining the wound with narrowed eyes. It was a mere cut but Dee wanted an excuse for contact, even if it was petty as this. Reluctantly, Dee released the hand. It would look suspicious if he held too long and he hated gossip. It was mainly because most of it was lies. Dee only wanted the juicy stuff.  “… you have really soft hands. They’re like women hands. I used to have hands like when I was what,  five?” He paused, “Not that it’s a bad thing of course. I like you having soft hands.” He added in a whisper.

Dee half regretted suggesting meeting up at the markets, it was filled with peasants and other unpleasant people. He hated seeing so many filthy people, they probably worshiped Adora too… “I reckon half these… people sleep with chickens. If you know what I mean?”  Dee waggled his eyebrows, “Just look at the state of them. They are so dirty! Is it really that difficult to be clean? I don’t think it is…” Dee absently examined a finger nail. It was clean. Dee hated dirty finger nails.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #3 on: February 23, 2008, 09:41:43 AM »
Blake stared up at the taller boy as he was greeted. He could see the urge in the boy and felt in his own body. The noble wanted to hug the other, but it was very apparent that would not be alright. Perhaps the servants in this market would begin to gossip. After all, it would be simple for people to identify the boys. Blake with his trademark red Boivin hair would easily give away his identity. Dee with his mis-matched eyes would also be very obvious to gossipers who he was. In fact, it was probably already gossip that the squire and the Boivin boy were close friends. What gossip that would be all by itself. Blake was known for being slightly isolated in his friendships and never interacted with those lower than a noble. For him to spend his time with a squire, even if it was a noble squire, was out of character.

Frowning at Dee’s wink, Blake crossed his arms. He was glad to be rid of the flower, “She was just a peasant.” He wasn’t about to tell Dee that he had stolen the flower. Unconsciously, Blake moved closer to Dee when the hand rested upon his shoulder. He glanced down at his bleeding hand when it was taken up. A soft blush appeared on his cheeks. He almost pulled his hand away but it was let go before he could. Pressing his fingers against the bleeding wound, he pouted at Dee’s words. He didn’t like being equivocated with five-year old female hands. His anger was merely playful and his blush darkened when Dee whispered.  

He glanced off to the side, looking at the market booths. Blake glanced down at a peasant selling rather poorly made necklaces. Looking back at Dee, his pout disappeared when the topic was changed. A soft giggle left his lips at the teenage-like joke. He hid the giggle behind his fingers. Blake nodded, affirming Dee’s words, “I know, they are, aren’t they? It’s really hideous, you know?” He moved closer to Dee, “My mother says she stopped living in the same room as my father because he refused to stop treating dirty peasants. She said that in effect, he’s become just as dirty.” The boy paused for a moment, wondering how Dee would react to such words against Galen. He hoped it would act in his own favor. Not allowing Dee to respond to it, he quickly moved the subject on. Grabbing onto Dee’s arm, he pulled the other closer. He went on his tiptoes a bit so that he could easily whisper in the other’s ear, “If you feel dirty from being here, we could go back to my house and I could clean you.”  His voice was low and his tone alone made it very clear what he was implying.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #4 on: February 23, 2008, 11:11:39 AM »
A blush developed in the boy’s cheeks and for a moment, Dee didn’t know how to reply. Absently, he grasped Blake’s arm and brought him closer. He almost forgot where they were and it weren’t for a shrill laugh, Dee would have kissed Blake passionately. He looked around and sighed heavily, scratching the back of his head. Would it really matter if they kissed, despite being of the same sex? Dee looked around the market then back into Blake’s, “Oh yes.” He replied quickly, his lips curling into a grin. “I would love that but… I would like to show you something.” He paused, flicking back his hair and giggling girlishly. His odd eyes were alight with want and delight. It felt so good being with Blake again.

Quickly and without waiting for approval, Dee took Blake’s hand and led him a secluded alley. There wasn’t much here except for rotting storage boxes containing clothes, alcohol and various other goods. “Blake...” Dee pushed Blake up against the wall, his hands on either side of the other’s head. “I’ve missed you.” He lifted a hand to play with Blake’s curls. Dee rubbed his groin up against Blake, inhaling sharply at the familiar sensation bubbling within.

Dee only pulled back to let his hand rest upon Blake’s crotch. He gave it a little squeeze. “I want to pleasure you.” Oh God, how the boy ached to be with Blake. Even though they had saw each other not long ago, it felt a lot longer. Dee squeezed again, firmer than the last. "Blake?"

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #5 on: February 23, 2008, 06:01:32 PM »
Blake gasped in slight surprise at the sudden grab at his arm. He instantly recovered from the shock with a sly smile. Looking up at Dee, he fully expected to be rushed into a kiss but the moment was spoiled by some laugh. Blake instantly looked around at the crowd. He was searching for the source of the thing that had spoiled the moment. It was lucky for the laugher that Blake did not identify them. His soft features turned into a frown. The frown quickly turned into a playful one however when Dee began to lead him through the crowd.

He watched the other, holding tightly onto Dee’s hand. Once they reached the secluded alley, Blake looked around in minor curiosity. He grimaced at the rotting boxes before his attention was commanded by Dee. The wall felt oddly familiar as he was pushed up against it. His hands went to rest on Dee’s shoulders.

“Nn…” Blake responded softly. The blush from before was returning to his cheeks as Dee began to touch him. His breath quickened and he arched his back. The boy tried to press himself closer to Dee. He moaned softly, “Oh Dee,” He responded. His hands lowered themselves towards Dee’s chest. He stared at the other with wide eyes for a moment. The boy almost wanted to make Dee work for it, to not be so easy, but his body was already saying otherwise.

“Yes, yes.” Blake whispered gently. His gaze suddenly glanced around to see if anyone was watching the alleyway, “Oh yes,” He leaned closer to Dee. His whisper hot and breathy against the other’s ear, “It’s been so hard and I’ve been waiting for so long.”

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #6 on: February 26, 2008, 06:48:13 PM »
Dee giggled. His odd eyes were bright with delight, desire and daring. He did not care whether or not someone saw. It was no one’s business except theirs. Grinning broadly, he raised a hand to play with Blake’s locks. They were so soft and smelt of pineapple. Dee had meant to ask which stall exactly Blake got his shampoo from… he would have to remember that later. Before falling to his knees and delivering oral pleasure, Dee kissed Blake passionately. He forced his hand under the boy’s tunic, aching to feel the smooth flesh. Pushing his hand up further, Dee tweaked Blake’s nipple.  

After considerable amount of time, Dee pulled away. He flicked back his hair, his features lighting up with a mere grin. It was obvious that the squire was more than pleased. He squirmed in the spot, eager to get down to business. Dee placed his hands on Blake’s hips and fell heavily on his knees. He ignored the slight prickle of pain. It would be nothing compared to the pleasure he was about to receive. Dee rubbed Blake’s thighs, “You ready?”

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #7 on: February 27, 2008, 05:41:48 AM »
Blake glanced around the alley for a second before he was pushed into a kiss. He hoped no one of any importance saw them. The boy could only imagine his mother’s reaction. The woman had such high hopes to marry Blake to a richer wife and Blake knew that she expected to do it soon. She wanted Blake to rise up in the nobility ladder before she died. Blake was very well aware of this and was ready to do whatever he could so that his mother’s ambitions were put on him instead of his younger sister.

He pushed back against the kiss, his tongue darting in and out. Now and then, the tongue would seem awkward and rub against Dee’s teeth but it didn’t matter. Blake wondered if he was naturally good at kissing or if Dee just didn’t mind if the other was not that experienced. Many nights Blake had worried about Dee having more experience in the matters then him. What if Dee became bored or got disgusted that Blake was not good enough? The question tormented the boy and for many hours he had practiced with his pillow. He figured it was helping as Dee began to touch his flesh.

The blush on his freckled cheeks darkened and Blake’s breathing quickened. He moaned loudly when Dee pulled away. His blue eyes were becoming glazed with desire. The boy’s hands began to feel all over Dee’s chest, gripping at the fabric before letting go as the older boy fell to his knees. Blake frowned lightly. He was confused for a moment before he suddenly realized what Dee had meant. Blake didn’t think his face could get any hotter. A soft giggle passed his lips and he placed a couple fingers over them to silence the laughter. He didn’t know why he was laughing but the feeling just kept bubbling in his chest.

As tingles of pleasure responded to the rubbing on his thighs, he nodded energetically. His curls bounced about at the gesture. Placing one hand on Dee’s head, the other still lingering by his mouth to silence nervous giggling, he threaded his fingers through the golden red hair.

“Yes, yes.”

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #8 on: March 02, 2008, 06:16:28 PM »
Dee massaged Blake’s crotch. Beneath that thin layer of cloth was what he was striving for. It was so close and all he had to do was pull the strings. It was simple as that. With a final intake of breath, he tugged at the strings. The pants loosened but not so that they would fall to Blake’s ankles. Quickly, he reached inside and pulled out Blake’s member, wrapping his fingers around hot flesh.

Leaning forward, Dee ran his tongue over the shaft. Before covering the head with his mouth, he sent soft kisses up and down the side. He swirled and flicked his tongue against the flesh.

Dee liked giving blow jobs. He found oral sex extremely pleasurable, whether giving or receiving. He began to suck harder, ignoring the tension building up in his jaw. His hand clenched upon Blake’s thigh, his nails digging into the cloth. Even though he was not aware of Blake’s opinion, Dee was prepared to do it right here in the alley.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #9 on: March 05, 2008, 10:40:53 AM »
Blake moaned softly as Dee’s fingers pulled at the strings. He glanced around the alleyway once more before looking down at Dee. The rush of being caught was exhilarating and Blake never thought he could feel so alive. Squirming a little bit against the wall, he watched as Dee loosened the pants. The sudden pressure on his member made Blake gasp sharply. Blushing, he looked upwards unable to watch Dee anymore out of childish embarrassment

Placing the back of his hand on his forehead, a louder moan left Blake’s lips. His hips tilted forward as Dee began to lick his hardening member. Closing his eyes tightly, a soft whimper left his lips. This was the first time Blake had received such a simple act from Dee. It was just like he had imagined it so far. Though, in his imagination they weren’t in some dirty market alley. But that wasn’t an important factor.

His grip tightened on Dee’s hair as the other boy worked. He gasped at the sudden pain from Dee’s nails against his thigh. The pain felt good with the pleasure that was now pulsating through his body. Blake pulled at Dee’s hair as his body began to squirm and tense. He tilted his head back, banging the back of against the wall as a cry sounded from him. Blake felt the warming rush through-out his body until it was released. Gasping, he kept a tight hold onto Dee’s hair. His eyes slowly opened to stare up ahead at the sky. There was a dull pain throbbing in the back of his head. He moaned softly, “Oh Dee…”

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #10 on: March 06, 2008, 08:33:20 PM »
As he swallowed Blake’s semen, his hold tightened. His insides tingled wildly and it was rather overwhelming. He ran his tongue over the head once before releasing the stiff member. Lifting a hand, he brushed his hair back.  Dee grinned and rubbed his hands up and down Blake’s sides. A small giggle was soon followed, though he wasn’t quite sure. Maybe it was because they were in the public… it would be very easy to caught. And escape would prove difficult… all of this, it was such a thrill.

Reaching up, Dee took Blake’s hands to bring the boy down. Once that was done, Dee leaned forward to kiss Blake. His free hand ventured between the other’s legs, gently gripping the wet member. He gave it a little squeeze. And then another. There was so much to do and Dee didn’t care if it was here… in the alley way. And anyway, it wasn’t as if Dee was able to walk… there was too much going ‘down there’. Behind the kisses, he let out a little moan.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #11 on: March 06, 2008, 08:52:44 PM »
Blake kept his gaze on Dee as the other rubbed him. He shivered a little bit from the after-feeling of the immense pleasure. His member began to relax after the release. He was about to lace back up his pants when Dee took hold of his hands.

“Dee!“ He gasped as he was pulled down to his knees in front of Dee. The boy kissed back aggressively. He wanted to show Dee that he could keep going, that he could still please the other. Blake’s tongue licked into Dee’s mouth, awkwardly swirling around the other’s tongue. He squirmed when he felt Dee take hold of his member. The first squeeze only sent a little bit of a shiver through him. The second one however, and Blake blushed wildly. He could already feel himself stiffening again.

The red-head continued to kiss Dee as he mirrored the other’s action. He brought his hands forward. Quickly untying the laces of Dee’s pants, he pulled them down a little. He grabbed onto Dee’s hardening erection. His soft hands stroked the other before squeezing gently. He broke the kiss, leaning back. Blake panted for a few seconds, catching his breath before he spoke up, “Dee, dee…. I want you inside me again.” He leaned closer, nuzzling his mouth against Dee’s neck, “Oh, I want you so much. Please, I don’t care if it’s raw again.” One of his hands went up to grip at Dee’s arm. Blake had all but forgotten they were in an alleyway. The only thing on his mind was that he had to please Dee, make Dee feel good.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #12 on: March 06, 2008, 11:00:36 PM »
Upon feeling the flesh stiffen between his fingers, Dee let loose a smirk. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, especially now. They had gone too far to stop now.  His skin, once dry, was covered in a thin layer of sweat.  The squire was more than excited thought that was more obvious… judging by the bulge in his trousers. When Blake reached inside and grabbed Dee’s cock, he let out a sharp gasp. His cheeks were pink and felt very hot, much hotter than usual. “Blake…” He whispered,  “Oh, Blake…”  A series of pleasurable prickles ran up his spine.  

It took Dee a moment to reply.  He almost didn’t hear what Blake had said. Those lips felt so good. He blinked a few times and licked his lips, Dee had to reply. “You… you s-sure, Blake?” Dee asked, not for a first time. It probably wouldn’t be last. The two didn’t use lubrication often… though, Dee wasn’t sure why. It was available but… whatever. It wasn’t the time to think about it. Pushing Blake up against the wall, Dee pulled down his pants and then Blake’s. They had to be quick for someone could easily walk past. Bending his knees, he took hold of Blake’s ass and pushed him up against the wall. It was lucky that Blake wasn’t that light or otherwise, this position would have proved difficult. Once everything had been settled, Dee entered Blake. Dee moaned, his entire body throbbing with pleasure.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #13 on: March 07, 2008, 05:36:49 AM »
Blake licked at Dee’s neck while he waited for a reply. His hands stroked up and down on whatever they were holding. One on Dee’s arm, the other on the member. Blake squirmed again before leaning back a little to look at Dee. He bit his lower lip gently, staying silent for a moment. After a moment, he nodded, “Yes yes.” If he was given more time to think about it, Blake would begin to start to loose the spontaneous decision and begin to rethink it.

That was not the case. He gave a rather loud cry out when he was pushed against the wall. The back of head twanged at the impact. He pushed his back against the wall as Dee worked quickly to undress. His breathing had quicken quite a lot, panting for air. He tried to help with the undressing, but it was hard to. Dee was going so fast and Blake couldn’t get a hand in. The sudden quickness of the whole thing made Blake feel as if he was in a different universe. He gasped as Dee took hold of his ass.  

Blake’s back pushed up against the wall even more. He could feel some splinters from the building sink into his skin. Putting his arms around Dee’s neck, Blake tried to help the other the best he could with the positioning. He had been so caught up in trying to help the other that the entrance came quickly and without much warning. Blake gave another cry. Tears began to prick his eyes. He tightened his hold on Dee, trying to nuzzle his cries against the other. His body shook as the familiar pain coursed through his body. He felt spasms through-out his hips and it wasn’t long before a couple of tears made there way down his hot cheeks. “Ah, Dee.” Blake gasped, trying to let the other know to keep going. He was having difficulty moving his hips but he tried to relax the best he could so that Dee could direct him in rhythm. His fingers wrapped through Dee’s hair, gripping at the strands tightly as if it was the only thing holding him up.

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Re: Hey Pretty...
« Reply #14 on: March 12, 2008, 09:32:20 AM »
The tightness was sensational. Even though Dee did feel bad for hurting Blake, he couldn’t deny the pleasure surging through out his body. He groaned loudly, shaking his head as if to rid the hair which hung in front of his face. Some of the strands stuck to his flesh but for the time being, he would have to ignore it. He then sucked upon Blake’s neck, his tongue rolling against the flesh. He wanted to offer some means of comfort, even if it was feeble.

His thrusts soon became easier and for that, Dee was thankful. He groaned again, “Blake…” The sensations, if at all possible, became stronger. They pulsated throughout his entire body, particularly in the groin. He could feel himself entering the climax and it would only be matter of seconds before Dee reached it. Dee inhaled sharply, flicking back his lanky hair. A thin layer of sweat adorned his flesh. If anyone happened down the alley, they would see a most… interesting site. Two young boys fornicating against a wall? That would certainly cause rumours to spread like wildfire. Not that Dee cared but as for Blake… that was another matter. Dee didn’t care about rumours. In fact, the squire wouldn’t mind some rumours flying about. It would make the Pencawr’s look bad and thus, ruin his father’s reputation. “Blake!” Dee cried out, finally reaching the edge. A familiar gushing feeling swept of the squire, causing him slump over his little lover. His shoulders rose and fell with every breath…