Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 15:41:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: N H <nonetheless18@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love or Be Loved

This Story is a Work of Fiction. The names and the characters are not
real and are made up. This is male love male story so if you don't like
this kind of story then LEAVE now! I am not going to say that 18 stuffs
anymore because it is not my responsibility about you and your actions.
Those of legal age in your local may read also please tell me about
what you think of the story. Mail nonetheless18@yahoo.com and tell me
what you want me to write in the next chapter. Thank you and have a
pleasant day!


Love or be Loved

Are you afraid that someone,
Someday you'll find the special one
And steal your heart away?
Are you afraid that loving someone
Is only for weakness and shouldn't be done with?
Why fear such a lovely emotion
If you believe in it?
Why fear loving someone and being loved?
Why hide, deep beneath your wings
If only you've been wanting
All this centuries is that one?

"What's wrong my little prince?" asked Rowell, leaning down to touch Liam's
head.

"What's wrong my prince?" mocked Liam and threw the glass of milk across
the room.

"Now now please don't be mad," Rowell said while smiling.

"GO AWAY!" Liam shouted and pouted at the same time.

"I told you that you have to drink your milk first before going to bed,
didn't I?" asked Rowell now collecting the broken glass in the floor.

"Well I told you a thousandth times that I don't want any milk now that I
am big already!" Liam said, while pulling the sheets up to his torso.

"Well, if that is what you really want, I am going to get you another glass
of milk and make you drink it.  How's that?" Rowell said, looking down at
now irritated prince.

"Whatever," Liam murmured through gritted teeth as Rowell walked out of his
room.

Liam is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hemmeth, the richest family in the city of
Rowelldian. They own all of the big companies that they both inherited from
their ancestors and were now going to their spoiled rotten kid Liam. Liam
is 17 years old, with a dirty blonde hair, greenish blue eyes with golden
strikes on it, around 5'9' tall, and weighs around 160. Liam is very proud
of his body that he would often shows it off by walking around the huge
house, only wearing boxers.  Liam was disturbed when Rowell came back in
with fresh milk in one hand and a plate full of pastry in the other. Rowell
is no other than Liam's bodyguard and also a nanny. He's been there since
Liam learns to walk, and talk. Rowell is 25 years of age, dark blonde hair,
brown eyes, stands around 6'2, and weighs around 200. He is the son of the
gardener and he is in charge of Liam when Liam's parents are not around.

"I told you I don't want any drink," Liam murmured while giving Rowell a
you're-annoying kind of look.

"Your parents asked me to do this so you better be doing it. I don't want
them getting mad at me because of you not drinking this milk," Rowell said
and shoved the glass of milk to Liam's hands.

"Blah-blah-blah! I am old enough to know what's best for me!" Liam shouted
and put the milk on his bedside table.

"Stop being stubborn Liam. You know that you're the heir of this family and
your parents only want what's best for you. Shit if I am you, I would
appreciate every little thing that they have given you, but you're only
trashing the gifts that they would offer and sometimes break them! What
kind of a child is that?" Rowell said and sat in Liam's bed.

"All I want is their time and that's it. They're not even there for me if I
am sick, they're not there for me to watch me play the piano, and also
they're not always here in the house to talk to me. All they're doing is
working their asses off even though we already have enough money to support
us in our entire life!" Liam said and kicking Rowell's side a bit, letting
him know that he's not allowed to sit on his bed.

"That's the problem with you. You don't see the good things that they were
doing for you. I told you before that they only want to make your life
easier. But all you do is waste some money by buying some trashy things and
then what? Throw those things away after using it once or twice," Rowell
said, standing up.

"What are you? Jealous or something?" Liam said and let out a laugh and
then added, "If you want those kinds of stuffs then just say it!"

"It isn't funny. I might be the son of your gardener but I do know how to
value the things that my parents bought me. Unlike a brat like you who
doesn't even know how to value the people's feelings around you," Rowell
said and took the milk and pastry with him and headed out of Liam's room.

"HEY! I WANT THOSE!" Liam shouted and cursed through his breath when Rowell
didn't come back.

The next day Rowell decided to leave Liam alone. He knows that if he is
going to wake the brat up, the brat will just start a tantrum and starts
some stupid argument again. He knows that Liam is the only son of Mr.  and
Mrs. Hemmeth, but then he is not even sure where the brat gets the pissy
attitude because his parents are both good people. When Mrs. Hemmeth gave
birth to Liam, he was 8 and was told to watch the baby.  Since then he
started to watch Liam and as the baby started to grow it would just give
Rowell a hard time.  Liam's parents apologized for their son's action
towards him, but then Rowell told them that it isn't their fault. It is
just that the kid was being pampered too much that it got to his head.

The sun was almost burning Liam's butt when he woke up. He cursed aloud and
called out his nanny's name. When he shouted Rowell's name twice and
realized that the older guy didn't show up, he got up and started throwing
things at the floor. Liam then started jumping up and down, making a mess
in his room, but stopped when he didn't hear Rowell's shouts. Liam's
pinkish lips formed to a pout, and he starts to walk towards his door. He
let out a shrieked and acted as if someone's going to kill him but soon
stopped when no one opened the door.

"Hey Rowell?!" Liam shouted and kicked the door in front of him.

Liam then opened the door, as he was getting tired kicking and punching his
door for nothing. When he was out, he started to walk through the empty
hall and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry and Rowell where are you?!" Liam shouted as he opened a can of
soda.

Rowell who's forcing not to laugh his head off was hiding in the storage
room. When he heard the brat called out his name he immediately jumped in
this dark room knowing the kid wouldn't know that he was there. He then
heard the kid sniffle and heard another expensive plate being smashed to
the floor. Rowell started to worry that his father's going to kill him if
the brat is going to tell on him that he is not serving him right. But then
when he is about to reach to the door's handle, he heard the kid's
footsteps heading his way. Rowell then starts to head back to his hiding
place, back in the very back corner of the storage room.  The door slowly
open, light from the kitchen poured in the dark room. Rowell then saw the
kid search the room, hoping that he was there, but when the kid didn't see
him, the kid gets in and closed the door behind him after turning the light
on. Rowell heard the kid mumbling something but can't quite understand what
he was mumbling about. He then saw the kid opened one of boxes and took
something out. The kid then walked and sat just a couple feet away from
Rowell's hiding place. Rowell can't see the kids face but he knows that the
kid took something from one of the box.

Liam, who's now sitting in the storage room's floor, was looking down to
the thing that he's been hiding in the box for about 2 years now. He knows
that nobody should found out about it being in the storage room.  He knows
that he can't hide it in his room because Rowell might see it and take it
away from him.  "This is so cool!" Liam said out loud and suddenly stands
up, taking his boxers off. He then threw his boxers aside and sat back down
to the floor. Liam was now looking down to his hands, squeezing the toy and
putting some lube on it. He then lean forward a bit and put the head of the
toy to his mouth and started sucking on it, like how the babies sucks
hungrily to their mother's breast. Liam reaches down to his now flaccid
cock and started wanking it. The room was soon filled with slurping, moans
and groans.

"Ahhhhhhh," Liam heaved out a breath, after taking the cock toy out of his
now red mouth. He then took it up and started to slap it on his face.

"Ohhhh yeah Rowell, yessss!" Liam moaned and sucks the toy. He then took a
huge amount of lube and played it with his hole. Liam scooted over the
corner and put his legs up in the upper shelves to give him some
support. His back was now facing the door, Liam then moan when he inserted
one finger and soon started to put three fingers to his hole, opening it
quite a bit. Tired of sucking the cock toy, he positioned its head to his
hole slowly pushing it in. he grimaced and let out a yelp when the head
entered his hole.

"Oh Rowell, fuck me slowly please," Liam whispered, as he pushed the cock
toy inch by inch to his hot hole.

"Ow, owwwww ahhh!" Liam now moaned continually as he started pumping the
toy in and out of his hole.  He then set the toy's base on the floor and
started riding on it like a crazy maniac he is.

"Ohhhh yes! Ohhh yes!" Liam shouted and hissed as the cock head of the toy
hit his prostate. Drool started oozing out of his sexy lips, his face then
twisted as he reposition the toy and ride on it again.

"Oh yes big boy fuck me, yeah" Liam moaned as he started talking dirty. He
then started to shake and tremble as he's almost near to his orgasm.

Rowell on the other hand was looking down to Liam. He can definitely see
the toy pumping in and out of Liam's ass. Sweat started to form on his face
and he now realized that he's having a visible wet spot on his pants. He
can't believe that arrogant kid is gay and was calling out his name! He can
see Liam's hard cock glistening with pre cums. Liam was now shaking pretty
badly and moaning like a total whore. Rowell doesn't know what to do
whether he should watch some more or step in. but then as he was about to
make his decision, he saw Liam bit his lower lips and started riding the
toy faster. Liam then started coming, some hitting the floor, some on the
boxes and some on his face and chest. Liam's body then sagged for a bit,
taking the toy out of his hole and sitting properly on the floor. Rowell
then decided that he wants know what the kid's reaction is if he found out
that he's been hiding there.

"What cha got there?" Rowell said and walked near Liam's back.

"Wha?" Liam said, face turning white as he looked up and saw Rowell.

"I can't believe what I just saw," Rowell smiled down to the boy.

"Y-yo-you! What are you doing here?!" Liam shouted and stands up not facing
Rowell.

"Just hiding in the corner. Hiding from you, but then you came in and well
did what you just did," Rowell answered and then added, "Nice ass by the
way."

"Shut up!" Liam shouted and turns around to face Rowell. "Like you would
give a shit!"

"Now, don't be mad," Rowell said and touch Liam's cheeks. He then moves
closer to now shocked Liam and leaned down to kiss him. The lips of the
brat feel so good. It's so soft and sweet. Rowell then lick Liam's cum off
of the kids face, tasting it but soon lapping on it. Liam only moaned to
Rowell's action as Rowell continued on licking and nibbling on his neck,
taking his cum off.

"Rowell," Liam moaned holding the mans head guiding it up to kiss him once
again.  Rowell let Liam kiss him passionately; their hard cock's grinding
to each other.

"Let's continue this later my little prince," Rowell said when he heard his
father calling his name outside of the house.

"You're not going to tell mother and father, are you?" Liam asked a little
worried that the older guy might tell his secret to his parents.

"Of course not," Rowell answered and kissed the young boy again.

Liam then walked out of the storage room after putting his boxers back on
and putting the toy away, while Rowell was cleaning the floor and the boxes
where Liam's cum landed.