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Ponyboy looked really terrified. “Johnny...I’ve never told you this but I’m really scared of lighting, and that could have hit us if we were any closer!”
Wasn’t that close. Maybe 15 to 20 metres away.
I gripped Ponyboy’s hand tighter to reassure him, “you’ll be safe as long as I’m here.”
He shivered, “I just wanna go home.”
”Come on then.” Now I was the one pulling him along.
It was really dangerous being here during a storm, so I began running. Didn’t matter if I got hit, I mean, who would care? But Ponyboy was with me and that gave me more of a sudden urge of bravery to protect him. Aw he was so cute, he was scared of lightning at 14.
We ran back to his place.
We entered his house and called out to his brothers but nobody was home yet.
I took off my jacket since it was dripping wet.
I looked over at Pony. He was as drenched as I was. His hair was flat and sticking down to his forehead. A weird lustful feeling came over me, staring at him dripping wet like that.
”Take off your clothes if they’re wet. My cousin caught pneumonia from wet clothes...or was it from playing in the snow without enough clothes on? Either way,” he shrugged.
I watched him first take off his jacket and then peel his wet blue t-shirt off. Before he took his t-shirt off though, he made eye contact with me so he definitely knew I was staring at him.
”Are you gonna take your clothes off?” He asked, sounding very strange.
I was about to take my t-shirt off, but then he unzipped the fly to his jeans. OMG OMG OMG OMG! HE WAS TAKING OFF HIS PANTS! Calm down Johnny, you sound like a gitty schoolgirl.
I couldn’t calm down what was going on down in my pants though so I turned around. I couldn’t let Ponyboy see what was happening to me.
I threw my t-shirt onto his pile of clothes.
Should I take off my pants too? They were wet. But then wouldn’t that make me more excited? Or Ponyboy would see it? I have a conundrum...
The sound of thunder hit again and the windows vibrated. Then not soon after a flash of lightning struck.
Ponyboy squeaked fearfully.
I looked over my shoulder at him and he was sitting on the couch, with his knees curled up to his chest and he was hugging them tightly.
He looked at me so scared and terrified. I guess times like these Sodapop would be there to comfort him.
I took off my jeans and then walked over to him.
I sat beside him and put my arm around him. He got as close as he could to me and layed his head on my shoulder.
”You wont go will you? At least not till the storms over?” He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.
He reminded me of a frightened little child when he acted like this. It was adorable!
I played with his hair with my free hand, “I won’t leave you.”
“Clam wants Lazlo. I’ll find a way to you, Lazlo.”
His mind was made up in an instant. He wanted Lazlo, plain and simple. Hmm?
‘Plain’ and ‘simple’.
They were just words. Words that had explicit meanings, per say. The problem? Telling someone like Lazlo was fall from easy. Convincing nonetheless was just too damn hard. What if Lazlo didn’t share the feelings?
At sunset he snuck around to the scoutmaster’s cabin to get advice from Slinkman. Slinkman knew a lot of things, because he was smart. Smart people know what should be done. Smart people can help. Slinkman could help. When he looked inside the window, he had a really disturbing surprise. He saw Slinkman, sprawled over Lumpus, the both of them were on the floor. He held his breath and bit his lip; when he got nervous, he usually bit his nails, but recently he cut them to cure his little nerve problem. He watched closely. Lumpus and Slinkman were partly clothed, up to the waist. Lumpus let his hands over Slinkman’s body, and he magically worked the belt holding up his pants and let them drop, then pulled down his own pants. Slinkman’s face flushed to vibrant shades of red as he smiled. Lumpus pulled him down to let Slinkman ease into his body, while Lumpus leaned up parting his lips open.
Feeling increasingly perturbed enough, Clam ran away the moment the scene got intense. But he didn’t get too far when he suddenly heard low, passionate, moans of love and sheer adoration emanating from the Scoutmaster’s cabin.
It looked like he’d have to solve this problem on his own.
He couldn’t get the idea of Slinkman and Lumpus, naked, on the floor, together like that out of his mind; you would have no idea how crazy it seemed. But why Slinkman, dutiful, hardworking Slinkman the banana slug, assistant of Camp Kidney, deliberately get freaky horny crazy with the least likely person on the planet, Lumpus?
When JD wakes up that morning to a loudly snoring Dr. Cox in his bed, he spends five minutes freaking out in the bad way (and then ten minutes going hot damn). His loving contemplation of his most recent -- and most surprising as he has only vague but porny flashes of the night before, and ow his head hurts -- bedmate comes to an abrupt end when Dr. Cox opens his eyes and says:
"Why are you making monkey faces at me at six thirty in the morning, Lucinda? No, please do not answer that. By God, Lily, I need at least three cups of coffee before I can handle your high-pitched twittering. Now," Dr. Cox continues, blue eyes rolling (kind of like they did last night when they... JD blushes and realizes he's smiling with pretty much every sweet pearly white showing), "if you'd stop pressing your hairy, bony knee into my bladder, I'd get up before our morning gets a lo-ho-hot more kink-ayh. Whaddya say?"
JD sort of keeps smiling dumbly at the way Dr. Cox's curls are standing up and to the side. Dr. Cox elbows him.
After JD stops whimpering from the blow and poking at the patch of sore skin, he gets up and fishes his boxers from the wild pile on the floor. He pulls his socks off Rowdy's ears ("Bad boy! Have you been here all night, you dirty little mutt?") and liberates his t-shirt from the clutches of Boinky Barbara, whose sweet curves and tight, plastic mouth get a good morning kiss and caress ("Don't worry honey, you're my one and only").
"Good lord, Newbie! You truly are that desperate for company!" Dr. Cox barks, leaning tiredly against the bathroom doorjamb. JD sniffs. "You'd never understand our tender, loving feelings for each other."
Dr. Cox snorts, pushing a nice big hand (nnn, thinks JD) through his now tamed curls. JD bites his lip in a supposedly sexy way, making googly eyes at the blue boxers that are hanging low on Dr. Cox's hips. Dr. Cox screws his face up in a 'bitch, please' grimace in return, and trundles back into the room.
There's an awkward silence (during which JD scratches at his nose three times and clears his throat twice).
Finally Dr. Cox breathes out. He bumps JD with his hip when he goes past to pick up his clothes from the floor and assorted furniture. JD gives another goofy smile at Perry's round butt, then hop-skip-jumps into the kitchenette. "You want some breakfast, Dr. Cox?" He asks, all nonchalance and cool until his voice cracks. He drops three eggs and burns the toast.
Dr. Cox sits down at the kitchen counter and pours Froot Loops into a brightly painted bowl, scowling sullenly. JD finishes wiping the rest of the raw egg from the front of his boxers and shirt (wetwetwetwet sliiiime), then plops down next to Dr. Cox and fills his own bowl with the bright loopy things. They crunch in silence for a few moments. JD feels like this is the best morning after ever. Then he can't take it anymore.
"I've always loved the red ones," JD confesses, milk bottle going 'glug glug' in his hand as he pours more milk into the slush his cereal has become. Dr. Cox drops his spoon into his cartoon cow bowl with a clatter, spraying his already stained (hnrrr, thinks JD, grinning lecherously, and slops milk down his pants) t-shirt with milk.
"Now listen here, Clara, and you better listen good because I am not going to repeat this, but I am going to speak really slowly so that even you can follow, and you probably have some very pink, flowery girl thing instead of a brain." Dr. Cox pauses for breath. JD opens his mouth. "And NO, this is definitely not one of those interactive things where you get to press a big button with a picture of a woof woof doggie on it to make it bark, noooo. This is me," Dr. Cox drops his gaze from JD's, "telling you very slowly and clearly that this thing will never happen again."
JD pouts, brows drawing together. Dr. Cox stares at him for a moment. "I swear to God, Newbie. If you start whining and begging for another taste of my admittedly very hot body, I am never going to hand you back your testicles -- which I will rip off first in a very painful way -- ever, and I mean never ever, again."
They sit there eyeballing each other until JD realizes that he's still pouring milk. He yipes, dropping the bottle and launching backwards from his stool to avoid the milk monster splatter thingy, which is conquering new territory on the countertop with ominous slurps. Unfortunately his feet are tangled together, so he starts falling backwards in extreme slo-mo, and manages to think ow, this will hurt like a motherf-- before he registers Dr. Cox's strong, bulging arm supporting his back and thus very effectively stopping him from crashing to the floor and busting his skull open in the process.
"My he-" JD manages, hands clasped and eyes all a-sparkle, before Dr. Cox heaves him forward. JD goes 'oof' and then 'hmm' because Dr. Cox has manhandled him onto his back right in the milk monster splatter and is kissing him with fiercely stabbing tongue. JD hums his approval as Dr. Cox's fingers push under his shirt to tweak his nipples viciously, then whimpers until he gets some.
Wax Jism's series Underworld is sorta about N'Sync, but not really, because it's an AU (alternate universe) where they live in the sewers. Where people live in the sewers, rather than live in the Camps above. It's a dark world. It has nothing to do with pop stars.
I mean..wow N'Sync but they are gay ninja turtles, minus the ninja and turtle.
Hotstreak sat on the stair case at school with Richie kissing.
Slowly he took off Richie's shirt and started licking Richie's chest then french kissing him.
Richie moaned and pulled Hotstreak closer. Richie started rubbing Hotstreak's crotch and then un-did Hotstreaks pants reveal Hotstreak's large hard cock and started stroking it.
Hotstreak then un-did Richie's pants and started stroking Richie's cock as well. Richie then got on his knees and started giving Hotstreak a blow job.
Richie slipped his hand up Hotstreak's shirt and started feeling up Hotstreak's abs and mucsly chest. Hotstreak threw his head back and moaned loudly.
"R-Richie... I-I'm gonna cum..." Richie kept sucking and Hotstreak cummed in Richie's mouth.
Richie swalloed Hotstreak's 'cream' and then kissed Hotstreak.
Hotstreak then woke up and his sheets wet with cum. "Dammit... A wet dream..." Hotstreak said to him self. "Why the hell am I thinking like his for? I don't like guys..."
this needs to come with the DVD if they ever make it
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You should regret it! Now, we're all going to hell, and we're going to be ass-raped for all eternity.
Wasn’t that close. Maybe 15 to 20 metres away.
I gripped Ponyboy’s hand tighter to reassure him, “you’ll be safe as long as I’m here.”
He shivered, “I just wanna go home.”
”Come on then.” Now I was the one pulling him along.
It was really dangerous being here during a storm, so I began running. Didn’t matter if I got hit, I mean, who would care? But Ponyboy was with me and that gave me more of a sudden urge of bravery to protect him. Aw he was so cute, he was scared of lightning at 14.
We ran back to his place.
We entered his house and called out to his brothers but nobody was home yet.
I took off my jacket since it was dripping wet.
I looked over at Pony. He was as drenched as I was. His hair was flat and sticking down to his forehead. A weird lustful feeling came over me, staring at him dripping wet like that.
”Take off your clothes if they’re wet. My cousin caught pneumonia from wet clothes...or was it from playing in the snow without enough clothes on? Either way,” he shrugged.
I watched him first take off his jacket and then peel his wet blue t-shirt off. Before he took his t-shirt off though, he made eye contact with me so he definitely knew I was staring at him.
”Are you gonna take your clothes off?” He asked, sounding very strange.
I was about to take my t-shirt off, but then he unzipped the fly to his jeans. OMG OMG OMG OMG! HE WAS TAKING OFF HIS PANTS! Calm down Johnny, you sound like a gitty schoolgirl.
I couldn’t calm down what was going on down in my pants though so I turned around. I couldn’t let Ponyboy see what was happening to me.
I threw my t-shirt onto his pile of clothes.
Should I take off my pants too? They were wet. But then wouldn’t that make me more excited? Or Ponyboy would see it? I have a conundrum...
The sound of thunder hit again and the windows vibrated. Then not soon after a flash of lightning struck.
Ponyboy squeaked fearfully.
I looked over my shoulder at him and he was sitting on the couch, with his knees curled up to his chest and he was hugging them tightly.
He looked at me so scared and terrified. I guess times like these Sodapop would be there to comfort him.
I took off my jeans and then walked over to him.
I sat beside him and put my arm around him. He got as close as he could to me and layed his head on my shoulder.
”You wont go will you? At least not till the storms over?” He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.
He reminded me of a frightened little child when he acted like this. It was adorable!
I played with his hair with my free hand, “I won’t leave you.”
”Thankyou,” he said.
He then looked up at me and kissed my cheek.
I felt a warm blush begin on my cheeks.
No! All those guys, with like 6 girls? I don't even want to picture it. My favorite childhood show, getting ass-fucked with a baseball bat.
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I just found some Mighty Max
I don't know what is worse, Norman on Max or Virgil on Max's Mom
thats hot
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3116993/1/
here you go: ''dexter bent deedee over the kitchen table and fucked her''
oh no your childhood how will you ever sleep again
"Why are you making monkey faces at me at six thirty in the morning, Lucinda? No, please do not answer that. By God, Lily, I need at least three cups of coffee before I can handle your high-pitched twittering. Now," Dr. Cox continues, blue eyes rolling (kind of like they did last night when they... JD blushes and realizes he's smiling with pretty much every sweet pearly white showing), "if you'd stop pressing your hairy, bony knee into my bladder, I'd get up before our morning gets a lo-ho-hot more kink-ayh. Whaddya say?"
JD sort of keeps smiling dumbly at the way Dr. Cox's curls are standing up and to the side. Dr. Cox elbows him.
After JD stops whimpering from the blow and poking at the patch of sore skin, he gets up and fishes his boxers from the wild pile on the floor. He pulls his socks off Rowdy's ears ("Bad boy! Have you been here all night, you dirty little mutt?") and liberates his t-shirt from the clutches of Boinky Barbara, whose sweet curves and tight, plastic mouth get a good morning kiss and caress ("Don't worry honey, you're my one and only").
"Good lord, Newbie! You truly are that desperate for company!" Dr. Cox barks, leaning tiredly against the bathroom doorjamb. JD sniffs. "You'd never understand our tender, loving feelings for each other."
Dr. Cox snorts, pushing a nice big hand (nnn, thinks JD) through his now tamed curls. JD bites his lip in a supposedly sexy way, making googly eyes at the blue boxers that are hanging low on Dr. Cox's hips. Dr. Cox screws his face up in a 'bitch, please' grimace in return, and trundles back into the room.
There's an awkward silence (during which JD scratches at his nose three times and clears his throat twice).
Finally Dr. Cox breathes out. He bumps JD with his hip when he goes past to pick up his clothes from the floor and assorted furniture. JD gives another goofy smile at Perry's round butt, then hop-skip-jumps into the kitchenette. "You want some breakfast, Dr. Cox?" He asks, all nonchalance and cool until his voice cracks. He drops three eggs and burns the toast.
Dr. Cox sits down at the kitchen counter and pours Froot Loops into a brightly painted bowl, scowling sullenly. JD finishes wiping the rest of the raw egg from the front of his boxers and shirt (wetwetwetwet sliiiime), then plops down next to Dr. Cox and fills his own bowl with the bright loopy things. They crunch in silence for a few moments. JD feels like this is the best morning after ever. Then he can't take it anymore.
"I've always loved the red ones," JD confesses, milk bottle going 'glug glug' in his hand as he pours more milk into the slush his cereal has become. Dr. Cox drops his spoon into his cartoon cow bowl with a clatter, spraying his already stained (hnrrr, thinks JD, grinning lecherously, and slops milk down his pants) t-shirt with milk.
"Now listen here, Clara, and you better listen good because I am not going to repeat this, but I am going to speak really slowly so that even you can follow, and you probably have some very pink, flowery girl thing instead of a brain." Dr. Cox pauses for breath. JD opens his mouth. "And NO, this is definitely not one of those interactive things where you get to press a big button with a picture of a woof woof doggie on it to make it bark, noooo. This is me," Dr. Cox drops his gaze from JD's, "telling you very slowly and clearly that this thing will never happen again."
JD pouts, brows drawing together. Dr. Cox stares at him for a moment. "I swear to God, Newbie. If you start whining and begging for another taste of my admittedly very hot body, I am never going to hand you back your testicles -- which I will rip off first in a very painful way -- ever, and I mean never ever, again."
They sit there eyeballing each other until JD realizes that he's still pouring milk. He yipes, dropping the bottle and launching backwards from his stool to avoid the milk monster splatter thingy, which is conquering new territory on the countertop with ominous slurps. Unfortunately his feet are tangled together, so he starts falling backwards in extreme slo-mo, and manages to think ow, this will hurt like a motherf-- before he registers Dr. Cox's strong, bulging arm supporting his back and thus very effectively stopping him from crashing to the floor and busting his skull open in the process.
"My he-" JD manages, hands clasped and eyes all a-sparkle, before Dr. Cox heaves him forward. JD goes 'oof' and then 'hmm' because Dr. Cox has manhandled him onto his back right in the milk monster splatter and is kissing him with fiercely stabbing tongue. JD hums his approval as Dr. Cox's fingers push under his shirt to tweak his nipples viciously, then whimpers until he gets some.
And then some.
All. Day. Long.
Yeah.
Wasn't Virgil a fucking bird?!?!
No, but I avoided that part of it for as long as I could.
http://devon.intranet.org/newslash.html
I mean..wow N'Sync but they are gay ninja turtles, minus the ninja and turtle.
Hell yeah dude, Ponyboy all up ins.
Literally.
Oh my god, I just shit my pants.
EDIT: I've had the net for a few years, but I tried to pretend that all the Power Rangers shit wasn't there.
Yes, yes he was. I leave you to contemplate on this.
Have you looked at his post history? He is all sorts of fag.
scrubs fanfiction?
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easiest show to turn into a gay fanfic ever
Fowl. Please.
I feel dirty for even knowing this..
Oh yeah, he got real Fowl on Max's Mom. To be honest though, she was a MILF.
I'll let you have fun with that.
CAN YOU MAD LIB THAT, SIR RED
CAN YOU!?
I'd put him on the ignore list, but I can't sacrifice any of my precious slots.
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this needs to come with the DVD if they ever make it
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3182196/2/
Frasier getting it on with Norm
oh god