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Here is a little short story I threw together to demonstrate to IMO guest user "Derek McF" what "prose" actually is. Enjoy! It was a cold winter's night in Redmond, Washington. Derek McF surfaced from sleep, his body tensing then slowly relaxing as he felt the comfort of the tangle of limbs that enwrapped him. A slow, joyous smile teased his lips. He opened his eyes. In the dim glow from the bathroom nightlight, he could just make out his father, whom Derek McF called "Daddy Dan," and Derek McF’s grandfather, whom everyone just called “Papa Dick.” Derek McF had moved to his back. Papa Dick was snuggled in on one side, Daddy Dan on the other. Each had laid their head on his shoulders. Arms and legs draped over him, he was cocooned in warm, human and very male flesh. His smile blossomed as his cock began to fill. He could feel Daddy Dan, already erect against his thigh. Papa Dick's cock was just beginning to stir. Both men were still asleep. Derek McF turned his head to Papa Dick, whispering his name. Papa Dick murmured stirring slightly then woke with a start. "What is it, baby?" he murmured sleepily. Derek McF grinned and chuckled; he was sure Papa Dick, in his sleepy state, thought he was talking to Daddy Dan. He bent his head and kissed the top of Papa Dick's head. "Wake up, lover, I need you." he whispered, huskily. "Ummm," Papa Dick's hand began moving over Derek McF's chest. Derek McF shivered and turned to Daddy Dan, repeating the procedure, gently waking him. Papa Dick and Daddy Dan soon were both fully awake and aware of who had woken them. Papa Dick leaned up on his elbow and hovered over Derek McF. On the other side, Daddy Dan did the same. "Are you sure?" Daddy Dan asked quietly as he gazed down at Derek McF's smiling face. Derek McF nodded, "I need to touch you," he turned to Papa Dick, "Both of you." Papa Dick smiled and bent down, taking Derek McF's lips in a warm, tender kiss. Derek McF opened for him and their tongues explored with a slow, languid grace. They moaned at the exquisite pleasure of it. When Papa Dick released him, Daddy Dan started his own explorations. Derek McF returned his kiss fervently. Together and without a word, they reached for Derek McF's briefs, pushing them down and off, their own following. Papa Dick pushed the sheet down to the foot of the bed, wanting to see the two beautiful men sharing his bed, the two beautiful men with whom he was going to make love. Hands touched warm, yielding skin, caressing and arousing. Breathy moans, murmurs of pleasure and the subtle sounds of the bed disturbed the silence of the room as bodies shifted and combined. The pure, rich scent of male rut perfumed the air. Derek McF was lost to all coherent thought. His mind moved backward in time to a place where this was the most natural and welcome order of things. His senses were raw, open. Taste, touch, smell, sight and sound, all were inundated, filled and overflowing with the undiluted essence of man. A seeking mouth found his. Another found his nipples, first one then the other, licking, nipping and sucking until he was gasping into the mouth that held his captive. He pulled away and nearly came up off the bed when a broad-fingered hand wrapped his cock in gentle steel and began stroking. Another hand found his full, aching balls, rolling and squeezing firmly, yet gently insisting. He lay panting, stunned by the exquisite pleasure. He felt the rock-hard lengths of Papa Dick and Daddy Dan pressed against his body. They undulated against him with a steady insistent rhythm. Derek McF's own hands moved down until he captured those throbbing poles. He was rewarded with growls and gasps of pleasure. The heat rose. Their sweat-slicked bodies writhed in an ancient, primitive motion as one thought consumed their bodies and minds. The pleasure built to immeasurable heights, growing and growing until it burst spectacularly free. With a deep, groaning wail, Derek McF came. Thick ropes of seed, creamy white and hot, flew from the swollen cap of his quivering cock, arching up to land on his chest and stomach. Twin roars of release burst from Papa Dick and Daddy Dan as they both shot. Their spurting semen added to Derek McF's own, coating his shuddering body. The pleasure wrung them out, then slowly receded, leaving a wondrous afterglow. Sated, the three of them sprawled together as their racing heart-beats and laboring breaths resumed their normal rhythm. Papa Dick rose up and bent over Derek McF's body. His tongue slid over Derek McF's stomach causing it to quiver and tighten. Daddy Dan joined him and together they gathered the cum that had mingled and mixed from the three of them. Daddy Dan and Papa Dick met mouth to mouth over Derek McF's body and exchanged a hot, languid kiss. They again bent and gathered the remains of the heady fluid and this time, rising up to Derek McF, one at a time they fed him their thick male cream. Derek McF accepted their gifts, their tongues, their touches and their love. His heart opened, beating free, unrestrained by pain for the first time in months. Pulling the two of them close, he kissed their stubbled cheeks. "Thank you," Derek McF whispered. For more stories by MindSlave, please visit the following link: posted by MindSlave |
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| in-my-opinion.orgEntertainment & SportsMy own pic, my own art, my short storyProse About Derek McF, His Father, and His Grandfather |
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MindSlave, none of us are interested in hearing about how your father sexually abused you. posted by Tiefling |
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Tiefling: MindSlave, none of us are interested in hearing about how your father sexually abused you. Well if you didn't like my prose, you could have just said so, you didn't have to go insulting my family because of it. posted by MindSlave |
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God, Mindslave, will you give it a rest? If you don't like his book, then say so! We got the point a while ago. There's no need to start topics that are deliberately offensive and insulting. posted by Sharaith |
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Sharaith: God, Mindslave, will you give it a rest? If you don't like his book, then say so! We got the point a while ago. There's no need to start topics that are deliberately offensive and insulting. Oh me, oh my, another bad review! I guess the story isn't very good at all. But at least I know what "prose" is, unlike some people who publish books! posted by MindSlave |
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It wasn't a review of the piece, it was a comment about you . But the "prose" sucks too. Ever heard of paragraphs? posted by Sharaith |
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Sharaith: Ever heard of paragraphs? Yes, yes, I am an editor by profession, so if I had never heard of paragraphs I would lose my job. Can you imagine if one of the psychologists for whom I edit papers sent me a journal article to proofread and I took out all the paragraphs before sending it back to him? So please, spare me your tips on how to format my text. I did it that way on purpose because the font size was too large and I wanted the story to be more compact. Oh yes, and I have a story in paragraph format posted on this site, here: IMO → "The Mermaid Sushi Bar" by sleuthslayer posted by MindSlave |
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Who undoubtedly has homosexual fantasies simmering not too far below his veneer of bullshit. He will never write a book because that take both substance and soul, neither of which are part of his makeup. Derek, I'd write this guy off as a loser that really doesn't deserve any further attention. I am in the process of alerting the folks in the WSU as to his bizarre behavior. Though he's not technically on staff, I'm certain his father will be a bit dismayed to see this kind of rhetoric going on. posted by AmazonDan |
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AmazonDan: I am in the process of alerting the folks in the WSU as to his bizarre behavior. Though he's not technically on staff, I'm certain his father will be a bit dismayed to see this kind of rhetoric going on. What the hell is "WSU"? Do you mean "FSU"? LOL, they don't care. I love it when people threaten me. Nothing will happen. posted by MindSlave |
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The time now is 6 October 2008, 20:35 php B.B. |