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Locker Rooms and Pretty Girls

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I.
It was a cold, drizzly Saturday night and the sounds of whistles and slap shots echoed throughout the cavernous hockey rink. There was a group of boys still on the ice, but only one was left in the locker room. Nick was exhausted from his practice, and he sat and surveyed the now empty changing facility. His friend Jake was the last boy to leave, and Nick was alone, too tired to strip quickly and simply wanting a long nap. Sweat drenched his body and he felt his gear stick to his body. He was a goalie, and had his skates, leg pads, pants, and Underarmor t-shirt still on. The room was stiflingly hot, and Nick knew he would have to shower before he could go out and meet his friends. He had gotten a text from his friend during the practice, reading: “my friend Sara is into you dude, you really should make a move on her tonight.” Nick giggled slightly after reading this, but he really had no interest, he was simply too beat from playing.
He wasn’t a tall boy, maybe 5’7”, 5’10” in skates, but he had a solid frame and powerful legs beneath his equipment. His skin was a pale white, and his hair was dark—he looked classically Jewish, though he was often confused for Italian, even Greek. In one way, at least, he was Greek, though it wasn’t the sort of detail he usually revealed to people. Nick slowly rubbed his arms and pulled his shirt up a bit to rub his abs. He could feel the sweat sticking, and he wanted nothing more than to feel hot water running down his bare skin. His penis barely twitched at the thought—there were few things more sensual than a shower to him. However, the showers at the rink were big, open rooms with a half-dozen showerheads, and they lacked the intimacy of his home shower. Nevertheless, Nick always got a kick out of showering next to five of his teammates. They would horse and joke around—a bunch of naked boys with a ton of pent up sexual energy. Now though, Nick was in the locker room alone, and he could relax and take his time.
Tenderly he peeled off his pads and skates, until he was wearing just his underarmor t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting sweatpants. Both were covered in sweat, and he longed to relax. He slipped a pair of flip-flops on and walked around the locker room, wondering what he should do that night. He ran his fingers through his hair and stretched lightly, trying to coax his muscles back into operation. Nick had always enjoyed the locker room—although some thought it was smelly or dirty, to him it was a place that felt like a home, a place where he could just relax and be a boy.
He sauntered over to the urinals and pulled down the front of his sweatpants, exposing his soft penis. He grabbed it with two fingers in his right hand and held it outward, yawning approvingly as he peed. He was proud of his penis—even soft it was smooth and thick, with a large pink mushroomhead and long, rounded shape. As he finished up he pulled up his pants, letting the waistband snap back against his abs. As he turned around to go to his locker and strip for his shower, he noticed the door to the room open. Nick was standing smack in the middle of the rectangular locker room when, looking to his left, he saw someone he never thought he would see in such a place—a girl, a drop-dead sexy girl.
A bit shocked, he turned to face the girl, who was about fifteen feet away and looked a bit bewildered, and opened his mouth to talk: “Um, are you looking for someone?”
She was, in a word, sexy. She had on a pair of flip-flops, a tight but wavy white skirt, and a blue tank-top with a slightly obvious push-up bra on underneath. Her legs and skin were tan, and her hair was dark and rich. She was short, but not too short, and Nick could tell from once glance that she was stunning. He wondered what in the hell she was doing in such a dark and smelly place. She smiled demurely, her full cheeks blushing slightly pink but obscured by her tanned skin. “Oh, yeah, sorry…” She seemed to come out of a trance; Nick had a feeling she had been looking him over. “I was looking for my friend Jake, but I guess he already left. Who are you?”
Nick was a bit impressed with her audacity. Most girls wouldn’t have the moxie to walk right into a boys’ locker room, let alone to stick around and make conversation. He took advantage of the pause in the fledging conversation to adjust the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and pull up his t-shirt to wipe his sweaty face. “Yeah, I know Jake, he left a while ago, he seemed to be in a rush. I’m Nick. I haven’t seen you around the rink before, are you Jake’s girlfriend or something?”
Secretly Nick was hoping she wasn’t. It wasn’t that she was just smoking hot, it was that there was something a little sad and mysterious behind her dark, confident eyes. Additionally, it was Nick’s, and almost every hockey player’s fantasy, to do it in a locker room. Not that that was actually going to happen, he thought, as he waited for her to finish aimlessly looking around the room and respond to his question.
Nick retreated a little bit, toward his gear, so he could sit down on the bench and look right to face her as she spoke. She was still about ten or fifteen feet away from her, and he didn’t want to come on strong and freak her out. Plus, she seemed younger, and a bit hyperactive—being in such a testosterone-filled place and all. She giggled. “No, no, I mean, no, I’m not. Once, a long time ago, but yeah, no, I’m not. I just wanted to give him something he left at my house.” She smiled and motioned to her pocketbook. “Oh, I’m Jessica.” She blushed at forgetting the obvious, and took a step closer toward Nick.
He stood up from the bench and turned around, trying to keep himself busy with his gear so it wouldn’t be that obvious that he was hitting on her. Jessica. It was a pretty name. Cute, not sexy. Nick couldn’t stand trashy, slutty girls—they were just never his thing. Though part of him was a romantic, another part of him loved the pure, raw, gritty aspects of sex. It wasn’t like he enjoyed using women, rather he got the most pleasure out of opening a good, innocent girl up to the rough and intense pleasures of physical lovemaking.
He tried to shake his more intimate thoughts from his mind as they struggled to start a conversation. He wondered why the hell she was still in the locker room. “Well Jessica, nice to meet you.” Nick smiled, stood up, and walked toward her. He extended his hand and shook hers firmly, briefly locking eyes with her as their skin touched. “So, are you still in high school? I’m a freshman in college. I’m only asking because, you know, it’s late, it’s probably past your curfew or something.” Nick flashed a quick smirk and stood with a hand playing with his waistband. He wondered if she had the sass to banter with him. “Well, Mr. College Boy, yes I am still in high school, but even if it was past my curfew, I’m here, aren’t I?” Nick paced around the room a little bit, trying to seem distracted and aloof. He spoke: “I was going to ask, why are you still in here anyway?” He smiled—there wasn’t much of an answer she could give.
Nick paced back to his gear and quickly lifted his sweaty t-shirt over his head, revealing a muscular, white chest with two pink nipples. He had a small patch of chest hair in the middle of his torso and the beginnings of a “happy trail” running down his mildly toned abs. He could tell she was both embarrassed and intrigued, and spoke quickly before she could respond to his previous question: “Hey, it’s a locker room Jessica, a boy has to change.” He smirked and wondered if she was at all thinking what he was.
Jessica was definitely admiring his body. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. He wasn’t a big person, yet his chest seemed so full and strong—she wanted to feel him on top of him, pressing down on her. She tried to shrug the thought away as she spoke, looking him in the eyes. “Well, if you really want to know, I don’t have any plans tonight so I was just killing time. You mind?”
Nick stood back up from the bench and grabbed his towel, trying to figure out his next move. Jessica was standing there thumbing the bottom of her tank top and shyly looking at him. He gambled and decided to take a chance. “Well, I can’t complain about a pretty girl in my locker room. Tell you what, if you don’t have plans, why don’t you let me take you to a movie or something after I change and shower—I have my car downstairs.” Now it was Nick’s turn to fidget around shyly. Jessica smiled and took a while before responding. “Well, since I’ve already seen you without a shirt and all…why not?” She smiled and took another step closer. “But it’s cold outside, can I wait in here for you?”
Nick wasn’t entirely sure what she was implying. Sure she was cute, and she wanted to go out with him, but that wasn’t a free license for him to do what he wanted. All he knew was that every time he looked at her lips, her perky boobs, and her tan legs, that he wanted to go crazy on her. “Sure you can, but I have to shower, so these sweats are coming off pretty quickly.” He laughed and grabbed his towel. “Turn around,” he commanded. She did as she was told and Nick took a moment to glance at her perfectly shaped butt in her tight white skirt. He wondered what color underwear she was wearing. He pulled down his sweats and boxers, tossed them in the locker, briefly glanced at his penis, and wrapped the towel low and tight around his waist. “Alright, all good.” She turned around and he winked at her. He could see her admiring his body, and he was not aware of the rather sizable bulge his soft penis made against the towel. She bit her lip quickly and muttered, “go get clean, dirty boy.”
Nick took a moment to contemplate his options, and took a quick step forward. “Hey Jessica, you might hate me for this, but you’re too cute for me to not do it.” He smirked and blushed simultaneously and leaned forward, placing his hand on her waist and pulling her into his body. He let his lips touch hers and he gave her a deep, long kiss. When he pulled back he could see she was shocked, and he muttered “sorry.” She smiled and was about to speak when Nick felt her hand wrap around his chest and pull him close. He caught her clue and kissed her again, letting his tongue caress hers. His hands wrapped around her small body and he pulled her into him, his bulge rising and his towel coming dangerously close to falling. “I….have to…shower,” Nick managed to spurt out while they were kissing. Jessica giggled and whispered in his ear—“You’re sexier when you’re dirty.” Nick pushed her back against the wall of lockers and re-adjusted his towel. He sauntered up to her and let his hand slide up her shirt as they kissed again. His tongue slipped out of her mouth and slid down her neck, wetting her warm skin as his hand explored her chest.
Nick could only think of one thing, feeling himself inside of this adorably innocent, and random, high school girl. He wanted to fill her up and make her scream. She was so small and perfect looking—he knew he could drill her until she broke. He wondered how good it would feel to cum inside her and how many orgasms he could give her before she couldn’t take any more. He pushed her up against the lockers harder and quickly ripped her tank-top off over her head. His hands massaged her now hard nipples and his tongue kissed her chest. “Hey Jessica, I really should take that shower, want to come?” She smiled and panted a couple times before responding. “Well, in one way I do.” She smirked and told Nick to turn around. He did so and waited eagerly for what awaited. When he was told to turn back around, he saw Jessica standing by his gear, butt-naked except for his oversized hockey jersey.
The erect meat in his towel was bulging and dying to breathe now, and as soon as Nick saw Jessica in his jersey, he let his towel drop to the ground as he moved toward her. He whispered in her ear as she nearly gasped from seeing the almost eight inches of cock he was packing: “Nice jersey, you could almost pass for a cheerleader.” He smirked and let his cock rub against her bare legs while they kissed intensely. She was panting now, and he knew what it was she wanted. “Jessica…are you a virgin?” Nick didn’t want to embarrass her, so he continued to kiss her as he asked this question. He could feel her body flush as she spoke: “….yeah…but I’m on the pill.” Nick didn’t respond right away; he let his hands aggressively rub her hard nipples as he kissed and nibbled on her neck. “Well, I think you’ll be able to handle it, but I’m going to have to spread you out and open you up.” He smirked and looked her in the eyes, her hand gently stroking his hard, long, slightly curved shaft. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he looked down proudly at the meat in her hand. It was thick and smooth, and very white with a now-massive pink head. He had dark pubic hair, and a pair of pink balls that hung formidably below his cock. In short, Nick knew he was going to make Jessica scream.
Seeing her in his jersey was such a turn-on for Nick he could barely contain himself, and he had to restrain himself from cumming too early out of pure excitement. He was disciplined, and slowly massaged her wet pussy with two fingers as they continued to caress each other. She was wet, and he felt the sticky discharge between his fingers as he mildly penetrated her, prepping her for the main event, so to speak. Nick had lost all sense of embarrassment. He was with a girl he had never met before, butt-naked with his rod of a cock out in the open, and he could have cared less. All he wanted to do was thrust inside of her cunt as deep as he could manage. He was relentless in teasing her with his foreplay. It went on for a good twenty minutes, until she was quite literally dripping on his fingers and his cock was beginning to leak pre-cum onto her soft hands. Nick knew they couldn’t dance around it any longer, and he managed to speak while rubbing her–gently massaging her clit: “Are you…ready?”
Jessica grinned and nodded nervously, and Nick knew it was his show from then on in. He smirked and spun her body around, pushing her hard up against the lockers and forcing her hands up against them. He pretended to strip search her, giggling a bit as his hands spread her perfect butt cheeks apart. He pulled up his hockey jersey on her so her butt was exposed, and he let his cock slap against her bare thighs. As his fingers spread her wet cunt apart, he leaned forward, groping her boobs as he whispered: “Jessica you should feel lucky, you’re about to get pounded by the captain of the team.” Smirking and feeling confident, Nick deftly maneuvered his thick cock into the tight dark opening inside of Jessica. He slid it in with a bit of difficultly, and after a quick check and a slap on the butt, he began to thrust slowly.
He wanted to begin softly, and build her up until she lost all control of her body and could think of nothing but the orgasmic waves of pleasure shuddering throughout her young body. He thrust back and forth, watching his now wet cock slide in and out of her pussy with a bit of difficulty. He could literally feel it stretching her out, and he felt her body tense up and redden with the pleasure. She began letting out stifled moans, and he slammed her body up against the locker and began to shake his hips faster, pulling her into him as he pushed forward to heighten his penetration.
He sped up, and moved closer so his thighs were touching hers while his cock squirmed around powerfully inside of her body. She was making more noise now, the moans turning into squeals and muffled screams, and Nick took great pleasure in watching his cock slide in and out of her, while his hands repeatedly spanked her smooth butt. As he spanked her harder, he could see the red marks appearing on her butt, and he leaned in farther to allow him to grab her butt-cheeks as he slammed his cock forward.
Nick felt Jessica’s cunt tighten on his rigid cock as he fucked her as fast and as hard as he could. His cock slammed against the walls of her pussy and he reached forward to roughly grab at her nipples. He knotted her hair with one hand and yanked it forward, bending his knees as though he was riding her.
Nick knew a petite, young girl like Jessica could only take so much. He knew he could hold on for a few more tries, but if he built her up any longer, she would simply explode and be done. So he knew it was time for her first climax. It wasn’t a matter of fucking her any harder; he couldn’t do that if he tried. Rather, while he was pounding her tight cunt from behind, he squeezed her thighs hard and maneuvered his fingers so they were stimulating her clit while his cock was powerfully sliding back and forth inside of her. Jessica began shouting, and lost all control of her movements. Her hands fell limp and Nick supported her with his cock, continuing to thrust as he felt her pussy tighten and then release warm juices all over his firm meat. Her body reddened and grew hot, and she exploded with him inside her and collapsed onto the ground, completely lost in her own ecstasy. Little did she know these were merely the beginning of Nick’s intentions.
II.
Though Jessica had been indulged fully with the climax of her first orgasm, Nick was still primed to reach his pinnacle of sexual arousal, and he wanted to wait for the perfect moment. Despite his occasionally selfish manly desires, Nick also took great pride in his awareness toward others, and genuinely wanted to give Jessica the ride of her life before he could take no more.
After he had pulled out and she had finished her moaning and shouting for the time being, she let out a soft feminine sigh of pleasure and collapsed on the ground, looking up at Nick and licking her lips seductively. Nick, naked, took a seat on the bench in front of her and tenderly moved her by the shoulders until she was on her knees and her mouth hovering temptingly over his again fully hard cock.
Nick smiled; he knew what girls really wanted. Leaning down and whispering in her ear, he said, “now be a good girl and suck me until I’m ready to pound you again.” Jessica looked back at Nick, pretending to be shocked but secretly relishing his demands. The nervous young girl looked down at the imposing tool in front of her and lowered her head, resting her hands on his powerful thighs and running her fingers over the small hairs coating them. He lips reached the head of his cock first and she began to demurely lick it with her wet tongue as it slowly slid down his thick shaft. His cock was so smooth and warm and filling to Jessica, and she wanted to stay on her knees and worship it while he began letting small moans of pleasure escape.
Her mouth was nearly too small to fully engulf his cock, but Nick grabbed her hair and lightly pushed her down, and he felt her mouth slide over his massive mushroom-shaped head. He let out a louder moan and shouted “suck me baby” as the seductively innocent young girl bobbed her mouth up and down on his manhood. He let his hands grope her chest, aggressively twisting and grabbing her perky and hard nipples with his smooth fingers. He was prepping her for another massive orgasm, and he wanted to make sure she would be shaking after this one.
He sighed as her mouth moved lower on his cock and her fingers cupped his formidable balls and lightly jiggled them. His penis was wet with saliva and a small bit of pre-cum formed at the head, which Jessica expertly licked off with her tongue. He let out a small giggle as she did this and he took the moment to survey the locker room, amazed at his own good fortune.
III.
Sexual arousal has a way of sparking creativity in some people, and Nick’s eyes were drawn to another part of the locker room as this young girl continued to clean his cock head. “Get up,” he grunted authoritatively, and gave her an aggressive kiss, groping her perky and firm breasts with his smooth hands. “I have an idea.” His fingers began exploring her pussy again, massaging her clit as he figured out the right way to communicate what he wanted. Before he could speak again, Jessica grabbed his shaft in her hand, tugging at it lightly and gripping his buttcheek with her other hand. Her lips and teeth gnawed at Nick’s neck, leaving light red marks on his sweaty skin. He moaned, unable to speak once more, and relented to Jessica’s control. She grabbed his hand and looked up at him, her eyes pleading for more of the pleasure she had never been given by another boy. “Lie down,” she whimpered. Nick obliged, understanding what she wanted, and grabbed a towel to toss on the floor. He sat down, his butt pressed against the cotton. Jessica seemed unsure of herself, wanting to take control but inexperienced enough to feel lost. Nick helped her crouch, his hands intertwined in hers. He grabbed the shaft of his cock in his hand and positioned it so it stuck nearly straight up, its forward curve making slightly harder for Jessica. He told her to lean forward and her lips nearly touched his as he pushed his body upward. After some fidgeting, they felt it thrust inside of Jessica. She felt his thickness more than ever; she could barely wiggle her tight pussy further down on it, but did so, wincing slightly. A minute of this discomfort passed, and Jessica began to tentatively ride Nick. Sensing she felt self-conscious, Nick massaged her breasts and began to pump his cock deeper into her. Her moans drowned out any apprehensions she had.
“Just relax,” Jessica commanded. Nick smirked and let almost every part of his body go limp. She moved her hips faster, the friction of her motion incredible for his now slick cock. Nick moaned loudly; Jessica tore her hands into his sweaty hair. He began pumping again, and used his free hand to rub her clit as best he could. The dual pleasure was intense, and Jessica was biting her lip to avoid shrieking. “Come on, squirt for me, squirt for me,” Nick sputtered between pants. Finally, Jessica dove down, her face buried in Nick’s hair, as she had the most intense orgasm of her sixteen years.
Her body collapsed on his, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead before rolling her off. Drops of a foreign, congealed-looking substance were on his leg, and he laughed inwardly at the disgustingness of sex. While it was, in a word, nasty, it was also powerfully attractive to them both, and Jessica, blushing, cleaned him off with the towel. Standing up, shakily, Nick took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. “You know, I could go a couple more times before I need to finish.” Smirking, he helped her up and squeezed her butt, ready to mark his territory.
Just as Nick was about to kiss Jessica again, a new sound entered the otherwise vacant locker room. The main door swung open. A boy, seventeen or eighteen years old, stood there in athletic shorts and a t-shirt, his mouth hanging open.

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Magical Hearts chapter 5

I held Isabel’s hand as I heard the beginnings of Justin’s magic, I had time to grown but not much more than that before I am awaken in the morning.
The Wedding Day: Chapter 5.
Isabel is kissing my hand. She says to the curtain, “That was the longest night of my life, even with Justin putting us to sleep.”
I chuckle and say, “I was thinking that just before Justin begin his sleep spell. That was odd I remember dreaming one normally does not dream under a sleep spell.”
Isabel asked, “What did you dream of my love?”
As the memory of the dream comes to my mind, I say, “One was of you carrying our first child, the leaves had just turned in the fall. The next you and I had won a great victory, many of our friends celebrated with us, it was in a place I do not recognize. I had many dreams, always with you at my side. One of the last we had our fifth child, we with their grandfather; we were in a richly decorated room. The children were scattered about the carpet as he read to them. The odd thing is I do not remember ever seeing his face.”
Isabel giggles, “I think I had as many dreams as you. I too remember a dream like you described. The carpet was blue, thick and soft, and our girls love to run their hands through the piling. Our children love their grandfather stories, especially the ones he told them about the Prince and Princess. However, I too cannot remember his face, I do not think it was a visit, I believe we lived with him.”
I moan feeling Isabel’s lips again on my hand, wishing her lips were meeting my lips in that instant. I say, “This is going to be the longest day of my life. The last day I will ever endure without you close by my side.”
Isabel says with a giggle, “Justin should never put us to sleep again, or so help me I will learn a lightning bolt spell, practice it until I can make it just strong enough so he will not be able to set down for a week.”
Justin chuckles, “That will not be necessary Isabel, after tonight no one need to keep you too apart. The King will allow you the use of a bedchamber in his castle tonight. He says it is one of the furthest away from his own just in case you two are noisy or very bright.” Justin laughs as he walks away.
Chuckling I say, “I do plan on kissing you a lot tonight.”
Isabel giggles and says, “I am planning on that and a few other things.”
Unwilling to release her hand, but I know the sooner we start today sooner we can get to that bedchamber as husband and wife. I say, “Do not say anything else; this day is going to be long enough without daydreaming about that.”
Isabel says, “I have been daydreaming about that since the bonding spell.”
I realize that is an easy mistake to make, so I say this very gently, “Sweetheart, the spell was actually one of loves discovery, a bonding spell works like glue. It sticks two things together permanently. Our bond already existed. It was not discovered until the spell pulled at it.”
Isabel giggles and says, “You sure, I am pretty stuck on you.”
Now chuckling along with Isabel I say, “I see your point, because I am stuck on you too. Remember the last time I saw you before, it must of been four years ago. I cast that light spell and told you it was your halo. I realized even then that I really liked you. Remember I said you were my Angel even then.”
Isabel’s sweet voice reminds me of an angel as she says, “You know that spell did not fade for nearly a day. Could you cast a spell for that long back then?”
Somewhat surprised I reply, “Actually, that spell is not supposed to last more than twenty minutes. It is strange that it lasted that long, even considering the fact that we make each other stronger.”
Isabel reflects, “Then could it have been my little brother, he is training with another wizard, he has magic as well. You think he could have cast the spell and kept the halo burning for that long?”
Now with a chuckle I say, “Nope, there is always a blinking affect when you recast the spell, is something you cannot help but notice. It must have been the gods joking. They knew we are destined to be together. The statement I made about you making angels cry, now it makes sense.”
Isabel ponders, “You mean we got the attention of the gods, made them laugh and they love us for that?”
“I am sure is not just that we made them laugh. However, that part probably did not hurt.”
Justin shouts, “If you two keep talking all day, you are going to get to ask them sooner than you would like. Now get your butts moving, I expect you two dressed and ready for the day and less than five minutes.”
Isabel giggles, “He does not know anything about girls.”
I state, “Justin, magic absolutely, cooking maybe, women not a clue.” Isabel releases my hand and I reluctantly withdraw back to my side of the curtain.
The rest of the day seems to be one big blur, without Isabel; I do not seem to be myself anymore. I am riding on the same carpet as King Patrick, Justin, Jeremiah and a half dozen clansman and the Knights, Captain Michael and his wife and daughters.
Maybe it is the bond, but I sense Isabel just behind me. Although I really cannot see her, I can see the other carpets trailing along with us. All the carpets seems to move at roughly the same speed, as the carpet we created on the first day of our journey. The King pointing out landmarks as we travel, and the truth is everything looks different from the air.
I think the goddess, now the city comes into view, and all the carpet slow as King Patrick gets the attention of one of the guard towers, shouting for the Captain of the guards. Several guards take up defensive postures until he is recognized, and the Captain of the guard arrived as we approach the wall.
The King flies is directly into his courtyard, and we leave the carpets for safekeeping with his servants. The Captain of the guard has gone to the temple, and informed the high priestess of our arrival and our urgent need. Time quickly is running out, and a wedding ceremony needs performed within the next twenty-four hours. I am not sure I can stand being apart another night even under the same arrangement as last night.
The high priestess summons us immediately to the temple, and at the precession of Knights, Squires, two chariots, one holding Isabel, and her mother and her two sisters, the other with the King and his closest courtiers. I ride our carpet, along with my guard Captain, his wife and children, Jeremiah Morgan and his son, apprenticed to another master mage within the city and allowed to attend the ceremony. There is cheers in the street as our possession goes onward; the remainder of house Morgan follows our carpet.
Arriving at the temple we all depart, although they turned me so I do not get a chance to see Isabel, she disappears into the temple before they allow me to disembark. I bring the carpet to land upon the cobblestone street, and we step off onto a wide sidewalk. I marvel at the sophistication of the city, that it is unlike any other place I have been. Some of the buildings are quite tall, possibly five stories maybe a few that are six or higher. I took a good look, but ordered not look in the direction of Isabel.
As soon as allowed, I move as quickly as permitted to the temple. Inside the priestess takes control, escorting me to a ritual bathing chamber. I hoped the nuptials were going to begin immediately but I was mistaken. As I descend into the bathing pool one of the old priestess gasped at seeing my slave brand. I smile and say, “I am no longer a slave other than to my love for Isabel.” They giggle and push me under the water scrubbing me with scented soaps, washed head to toe.
Then I dry myself and dress in my wedding attire, Isabel must took slightly longer to get ready. Brought to the room off the main temple and I can hear a priestess giving a long speech to a screened doorway. She is talking about the sanctity of marriage, the blessings of love that lead to a longer happier life.
The priestess continues with her sermon, when I hear a small bell ring, another priestess indicates that it is time for me to proceed to the altar for the wedding. She takes my arm, and forces me to walk at a leisurely pace, opposite me Isabel walks to the altar too.
As we reach the altar together the priestesses allow us to take each other’s hand and turn to the altar, the high priestess instructs, “It is normal for a couple to proclaim their love at this time please in your words say what you feel for the other.”
Isabel smiles and nods for me to start, I begin, “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I was a blind man walking through this world until you open my eyes.” I can since Isabel needs to say something so I nodded to her.
Isabel says, “Your words bring joy to my heart. My life began when you held me in your arms for the first time.” Isabel’s heart whispers more of your beautiful words; I know you have them for me.
I say, “You are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. You are the light that I see by, the love that I feel knows no bounds, and surely, it makes us stronger. You are my soul mate. I think the goddess for making us as one.” The priestesses takes in a sharp breath hearing our statements looking wide-eyed, she watches as we move into a kiss. As each time we kiss the glow surrounds the two of us, like love itself seen reaching out and growing with each moment our kiss lingers.
The priestess and all the acolytes all go to their knees. I have never been at a wedding ceremony, but I do not think this is what normally happens at one. Ever since yesterday morning, Isabel and I have kept our eyes open as we kissed. I do not think we could have broken our kiss at that moment even if we had wanted. Destiny had taken hold of us, and we continue to kiss as the light grew brighter that surrounded us. Like yesterday morning, the light took shape, the beautiful Lady that shown of love and joy stood before us once again. Isabel and I broke our kiss as we too sink to our knees.
The acolytes and priests voices all sound in unison as the goddess moves her lips; her voice broadcast from her priestesses. In a musical voice, created by the harmony of the priestesses the goddess says, “My beloved children now consider yourself husband and wife. Let all look to you as the example of what love could be, beautiful and wondrous, joyful and lustful all things in the one.” As quickly as she came, she departed, and again we kissed.
This time the glow reached out further touching the congregation. It did things love does, it healed, it comforted, it strengthened and it emboldened. An old woman stricken with arthritis had the painful ailment removed from her body, her joy overflowed and she sang beautifully to the goddess. Joyous tears filled many eyes as old sicknesses cured, broken hearts healed as the pain of loss love replaced with the warm memories of when the love was strong and new. A young man paralyzed from his waist down rises from his stretcher, walks to a young acolyte takes her into his arms and kissed her and they too began to glow.
The high priestess comes to her feet shaking her head she asks, “What happened? I felt the presence of the goddess.”
King Patrick and his strong clear voice says, “The goddess herself proclaimed them husband and wife, example of what love could be.”
Isabel and I turned to leave, and her father puts his hand on my chest and says, there is one formality yet to be finished young wizard, Duke Julius, your dowry.
I smile and say, “The ship Andrea and all treasures still held within, the fleet of rugs created for our journey here by Isabel and I, the three enchanted crates, and if you allow us to leave a grandson or granddaughter with in the year.”
Jeremiah chuckles and says, “My grandchild, I will leave to their mother, but an enchanted crate for each carpet, and three more for the ship. I will only need half of the treasure aboard if you agree to this.” With a smile I nod my head yes, a cheer runs through the temple, as Jeremiah pulls the both of us to his chest.
Isabel and I do not get to escape until well after dark, we are bought back to a feast at the palace. As the sun set the King delayed the lighting of the candles until the room had darkened, he requested that we kiss so all could see the light in its full glory. We show not only with bright white but also all the colors of the rainbow. After a few moments, the King ordered the lights brought into existence, after a little delay he allowed us to escape to our bedchambers. As I carried Isabel away, there was much laughter at our joyous play.
A servant escorts us on our way with a lantern, after climbing several stairs, and walking down several long passages we come to the end of the East wing. The bed chambers is large, not only does it hold a bedroom, but entry room with a chair beside a small table, two doors, one that leads to the hall and the second into the bedchamber, off the bedchamber is a bathing pool and small toilet. A wide balcony faces the east wall; curtains separate the balcony from the bedchamber itself. A large bed turned down, and the servant builds up the fire and light several candles.
I pull Isabel into a kiss, I am roughly aware of the servant wishing us a good night and leaving. Alone now, I gesture and our elegant clothing disappears from our bodies only to reappear in the wardrobe. Isabel giggles and says, “That is definitely something you are going to have to teach me.” She bites her bottom lip as she pulls me back to the bed.
I take my beloved into my arms, as we lie nude together as man and wife. Our kisses become passionate, and we allow our eyes to close against the bright light. Our bodies moved together, each finding joy in the closeness of the other. Isabel’s chest presses against my chest and I can feel her heart beating as rapid as my own.
As our hips moved together, my manhood trapped against Isabel’s soft hair of her pubic mound, I shudder at feel of it. Isabel and I move closer continuously kissing now, our bodies fully touch. Nothing is between us, as Isabel’s leg rubs along the length of my leg. We enjoy the sensation of just being together, kissing each other, before long I begin to kiss down her neck. My tender kisses finally make their way to her breast, soft yet firm, with small hard nipples stand atop beautiful areola crowning perfect breasts.
I feel Isabel’s need, and my mouth takes in her nipple and areola, my tongue caresses as my mouth sucks causing Isabel to quiver with excitement, her hands quickly wrapped around the back of my head holding me tight to her breast. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips, as I continue to please her. Isabel rolls onto her back pulling me atop her body. Isabel’s legs spread around my waist, and then they too trap me against her writhing body. I smell her excitement as I feel her wetness on my abdomen.
I moved to Isabel’s other breast, replacing my mouth with a caressing hand. Isabel shutters as I begin to suck on her other breast, as my thumb and forefinger role and tug on her nipple. I take my time realizing this is something I always wanted, with the person I have always wanted to be with for all my life. I need not hurry, she will not get up and run from me, no one will interrupt us this night.
Isabel’s hands pull me back to her face and we kiss long and passionately. Once our kiss breaks I say, “My love I have never done this before.”
Isabel whispers, “Neither have I, but I think you are doing really good.”
“I am following my heart and what I believe you want.” We move into a kiss yet again.
Once we break Isabel moans, “Just keep following your heart my love.”
I smile kiss her on her neck, and back down her body only kissing her breasts once each, on across her quivering stomach, the smell of her has me so excited, so wanting to taste the flower and its nectar. Isabel senses my need, spreading her legs wide her beautiful flower blossoms and I lick at her nectar. My tongue plunges into her tight opening until it reaches her maiden hood, intact marking her virginity. Withdrawing I whisper the spell that will block her pain, leaving her only the pleasure.
I lick through her now open blossoms, finding this small stem of pleasure at the top, I avoided for a few moments and Isabel wiggles trying to directed into my mouth. I nurse and caress her small rod as I had her nipple; Isabel moans then shakes wildly, after a few moments she pulls my face away.
Isabel pants, “Now my husband, I need you inside me.”
My cock is nearly painful it is so hard, as I moved between Isabel’s legs and back to her face giving her a kiss. After a moment, she makes a face and asks, “Do I taste like that?”
Smiling I say, “To me it is better than any wine, nothing can compare to it.”
Giggling Isabel says, “I guess I better get used to you tasting like that. It is not something that I ever want you to stop doing.”
My rigid cock makes contact with her flower and we both shudder as if a mild lightning bolt struck us both. Isabel’s hand wraps around my cock, I can feel her drag my head through the center of her flower. It seems like she is getting wetter by the second and the entire crown of my manhood now is wet from our combined fluids. Her hand moves me back to her opening and her eyes say now.
I push forward gently her opening stretches and finally allows me to enter. The spell I whispered will prevent any pain, but I still do not want to cause or the discomfort of having me just ramming into her like a rutting animal. I sink in slightly and feel the resistance, looking into Isabel’s face I say, “I cast a spell that will stop your pain, although you will bleed a little I understand it is not much.”
Isabel smiles, “Thank you husband, now push make me your woman, I no longer wish to be a maiden.”
I push feeling her resistance until it gives way, I sink deeper into her easily now. Because there was no pain, her body does not tense up. I stop not fully within her, giving her body a chance to stretch and a custom itself to my size.
Isabel is breathing hard as she looks into my eyes, I can see the want in them. I pull back slightly and push a little further. I continue this process of slowly working myself in her deeper. I continue that process until I reach as deepest she will allow, my cock presses against the back of her pussy with still just a little more left to enter. Long slow deep strokes, I pulled nearly completely out the push all the way in, after a few minutes she stretches enough to allow me fully into her.
Her heels spur me into moving faster as they pull on me lifting her hips in the process. Her moans giveaway her sheer delight at our movements. Her nipples are as hard and long as they were when she quivered before. Her breasts rub my chest in small circles. She pulls me into a kiss as she screams in bliss.
I can no longer contain my own excitement my lack of experience has played against me as I push deep gushing my seed deep inside her body. Isabel feeling the warm fluid enter her body and course deeper as I pushed more of my seed into her. Her body tightens; the spasms within the walls that surround my cock want to pull me deeper.
Isabel’s screams of passion grow to a new intensity as I grunt and more of my seed erupts within Isabel. It feels as if time slows, and each gush of my semen takes minutes instead of fractions of seconds, it feels like we both orgasm for an hour but it could not been more than a minute.
Dizzy and lightheaded, breathing as hard as if I had sprinted for several miles, I roll Isabel and myself onto my back. Isabel still clings to me; she had moved her legs lower. She does not release me as she quivers and attempts to catch her breath.
Once our breathing becomes a little less labored, we look into each other’s eyes, seeing our own excitement and joy mirrored there we began to laugh. Isabel finally leans down and kisses me, our laughter cut off by the action. My hands caress Isabel as our kiss become so passionate it reawakens my cock. It quickly comes back to life pushing deeper into Isabel as it hardens. Isabel repositions her legs, breaks our kiss and uses her hands on my chest to raise her body. Isabel sinks down until I contact her cervix, as Isabel smiles down at me. I take her hips and help her to grind forward then back; the look on Isabel’s face tells me she will be doing this to me for many more years.
Isabel begins to move her hips, twisting and grinding, raising only to fall back on to me, when my hands go to her breast she shakes violently, she becomes wetter, then she begins to roll her hips pushing me in and out. Isabel continues until she shakes violently again falls onto my chest breathing hard, holding her tight I roll us again coming to rest above Isabel in between her legs. I feel her body trying to pull me deeper yet again, and I pull back only slightly and push in to grind and hump with short jabs. Isabel’s passionate screams again reverberate off the walls of our bedchamber, “YES LOVE. YES.”
Her legs wrapped tightly around me, and my excitement has grown to the point where I can no longer hold back. Pushing is deeply as I can for the second time I give my wife my seed. Feeling me once again erupt Isabel screams, “YESSSSSSSSS”
Isabel does not let me roll us this time. Instead, she pulls me down kissing me deeply as her hips still lift as I hold myself tightly to her sex. It takes a little while but Isabel finally relaxes and slumps to the bed. I slide myself to her side. Isabel and I both sense our exhaustion, not just from our lovemaking but the last few days still weighs heavily upon us. Isabel cuddles sliding into me, we spooned together with my arms wrapped around her waist her hands hold my hands to her.
Neither of us move, but having so much of our bodies making contact, the light still glows dimly around us.
Twice more that night, Isabel and I woke to feel the joy of each other. No longer held back by anything Isabel and I made love enjoying the feelings sex gave to each other. Isabel and I are both fast learners, after a little experimentation I learn to give Isabel quite a few orgasms. I found giving her that pleasure to be a joyful experience and that heightened the pleasure having an orgasm of my own.
The false dawn awakens Isabel and me. Our nude bodies lying together gives off a soft glow. Which only grows brighter with me kissing Isabel’s neck. Isabel turns in my arms, our lips meet our glow now fills the room once more.
As Isabel’s hands caress my back, I wonder at how smoothly they move across my skin. Surely, the old scars should disturb the movements of her hands. I cannot help but reach behind my back filling for the old marks that identified my years as a slave. Gone now are my scars along with the burdens those years left me. Isabel’s lips pull my mind away from such thoughts, I fall into the pleasures my wife gives to me.
Isabel with mischief in her eyes rolls me onto my back. She straddles me so quickly guiding me to her opening she slides down until she comes to rest. Without any other movement, Isabel begins squeezing with the muscles holding me inside of her, her pussy massages my cock as a gleam shows in Isabel’s eyes.
Giggling Isabel says, “I think I have discovered away to get even with you. I am going to give you pleasure until you cum within me, you discovered how to give me more pleasure than you took last night.”
Smiling up into my wife’s face I say, “To give you pleasure creates a joy within me I had never known before. Please never make me give that up.”
As Isabel’s hair falls forward hiding her face her voice stills sounds like an angel as she says, “No my love I will not. I will never allow you to stop, I only wish to do the same, to give you pleasure.” With only the muscles within her body moving Isabel increases the speed at which she milks my cock. I can hear her breathing increase with the exertions, my breathing matches hers as the pleasure climbs. I have never felt anything like this, if it was not for Isabel’s weight holding me down holding me in her, I would thrust up but there is no room, thrusting up merely raises Isabel along with my hips.
The muscles within Isabel seemed aflutter now, and I can last no longer my seed spews forward like a geyser within Isabel, Isabel arches her back and her movements are involuntary as she too has an orgasm. She falls forward and pants as we both tried to catch our breath while caressing the other. Our afterglow actually lights up the otherwise darkened room.
Isabel and I kiss, as she slides to my side. Our body still unwilling to separate we cuddle together as sleep takes us once more.

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The Luckiest Boy In The World Part 1 (Rough Draft)

THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. IT’S MY FIRST STORY SO I WANT FEEDBACK BEFORE CALLING IT FINAL. NOTICE BECAUSE IT’S A TRUE STORY, I CAN’T CHANGE STORY ITSELF, BUT I CAN ADD MORE DETAIL OR CHANGE WORDINGS WHERE ENOUGH PEOPLE THINK NECESSARY. THANKS FOR YOUR FEEDBACK IN ADVANCE!Just so everyone knows, I plan on writing a few different stories as time allows. (School and work keep me pretty busy 😉 ) This one is going to be the only real one, as it chronicles the events that led to my current relationship with my boyfriend, Bradley. The others will be about other guys I had crushes on before discovering Brad and Mine’s mutual love for each other. I hope you enjoy….
I think it has happened to all of us. No matter how straight you thought your were, a boy or man came in to your life that changed your ideas on what you wanted in a lover. For me, that boy was Bradley. To me, he’s just perfect. The funny thing is is that there is not a single thing that would really make him stand out. He’s average, if not below average, height, still has a slight layer of baby fat (He’s not fat by any means, and I find it adorable), and really has no muscle definition to speak of. But, as stated before, he was the person that changed my orientation forever.
My name’s Brent. I’m a 17 year old male who lives in a well off suburb in New Jersey. Besides the fact I’m 6 foot, I’m similar to Brad. I have a little layer of baby fat, no real muscle definition, and an average covering of hair in the normal places. One other difference I have with him is that he’s the type that is always tan, no matter what the weather, while I, unless I sun bathe for hours on end every day, remain pale. In a word, like Brad, I’m average.
I had had girlfriends on and off since 7th grade, and now at the beginning of sophomore year (I was 16), was in an “unofficial” relationship with a girl. What I mean by “unofficial” is that, we had not declared we were dating, but everyone in the grade kind of understood she was mine.
Meanwhile, Brad and I had actually been pretty good friends since 6th grade. However, during sophomore year, I started to look at him differently. I noticed body features that I hadn’t before. Like the way the corners of his mouth go into kind of a pout when he smiles or laughs, or his rather nice ass. I didn’t quite know what to think of these new found discoveries, so I shrugged them off.
But, as the school year continued, the discoveries had turned into feelings. I couldn’t get him out of my head. When I looked at my girlfriend, I saw him. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I couldn’t be gay. People are born gay, right? They wear flamboyant colors and talk in high voices with lisps. I didn’t do any of these things. So why was I having these feelings for my male friend? I decided to check out some gay porn online. I found this one video of a teen-aged boy sucking another teenagers dick. And I found myself turned on.
After finding that video, and climaxing to it, I started exclusively watching gay porn. I also stared noticing other guys in my school. I would look at pictures on Facebook, and fantasize about doing things with them. However, when I jacked off to these pictures or thoughts, I always felt like I was cheating. Not on my girlfriend, who I had been talking to less and less, but on Brad. That’s when I realized I really cared for him.
I started talking to him more than my girlfriend in the class we all had together, and started checking him out in the locker room (we changed next to each other). Eventually, I broke it off with my girlfriend. I had become obsessed with Brad. Not stalker obsessed, but I wanted him, but also didn’t want to make a move in case he rejected me. (Ignorance is bliss, I guess)
At this point, sophomore year had ended, and it was summer. I was up at my vacation house is Massachusetts, and was bored, so I pulled out my phone and texted Brad:
Me: “Whats up?”
Brad: “Nothing much, how bout you?”
Me: “Same. Bored as hell up here.”
Brad: “It’s too bad your up there, we could be hangin’. :)”
Me: “Yah, I miss you 🙁 How’s Work?” (He’s a lifeguard)
Brad: “Boring as hell. The pool is 3 feet deep and there’s no one here.”
Me: “awww, is Brad lonely?”
Brad: “yes.”
That response kind of caught me off guard. The simplicity of it; it must have a deeper meaning. Can it really mean what I hoped it meant? Did he really miss me so much that he was sad? With new found courage, I responded:
Me: “Man you sound like you miss me like a boyfriend haha” (“haha” in the texting world kind of gives you an escape route if what you just said doesn’t go over well)
Brad: “I do.”
I decided to call him. This was too bizarre. I had to hear his voice to see if he was serious.
Brad: “Hello?”
Me: “Hey Brad, it’s Brent”
“Oh, hey.” (had a hint of sincere sadness)
“You okay?”
“(Muffled tears, then silence………)
“Brad?”
“(In tears) No……… I’m not okay………… I need you Brent. God I need you………….. When are you coming home?”
Needless to say I was taken aback by this sudden emotional tidal wave, but I was also relieved to know he had feelings for me.
Me: “Brad calm down. Calm down. I’m coming back in two days. Are you saying what I think your saying?”
Brad: “(still sniffling) Man, you must think I’m a freak”
“No no no, not at all. I care about you Bradley. I really do.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes”
“Oh god, that is such a relief.”
“So I guess you care about me? Since when?”
“I had always kind of had feelings for you, but when you started talking to me more and more in class, and then dumped Sara, I thought maybe you liked me back. But I’ve been too scared to say anything. I wouldn’t have been able to take rejection.
“Oh baby,” I said while holding back tears, “I was the same way; too scared to say anything. I’m just so glad its out in the open now.”
“So 2 days?”
“2 days”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Brent.”
“I can’t wait Brad.”
Needless to say those were the longest two days of my life. I had instantly accepted the fact I’m gay when Brad broke down in tears on the phone. All I wanted to do was comfort him. I wanted to be there for him, no matter what happened. I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest boy in the world.This was Part 1 of “The Luckiest Boy In The World” I hoped you enjoyed it. Rating and commenting is appreciated. Remember, this is a true story, so if you don’t like something as far as the story line, I can’t change it. Be on the look out for Part 2.

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