Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2015 22:17:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big pt16

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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