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Monday, January 30, 2012

Story Orgy: Anniversary

Happy Monday everyone!



What? Is there a problem? Oh!! You’re looking for the Monday Prompt, right? Well, I don’t have any today. No, don’t worry, I’m not on strike. But today’s the Story Orgy Anniversary… So? Well, so I don’t have any post because the members of the SO did something really special today!



Ok, here’s the deal….



Starting now, every three hours, one of the SO members will post a chapter of a story. At the end of the day, or more precisely at 6:00pm, you’ll have the whole story. And here’s how it works:



6:00am: JR Boyd →Prompt: Sea mammal trainer, Chicago, bottle of wine.

9:00am: Em Woods →Prompt: Troubadour, graveyard, slot car.

12:00pm: Hank Edwards →Prompt: Best friend, mosh pit, oil rig.

3:00pm: Havan Fellows →Prompt: Art curator, airplane bathroom, silk stocking.

6:00pm: Lee Brazil →Prompt: Diogenes, Sea World, wetsuit.



As you can see, it was quite a challenge for them to write a story with all these prompts in it…But they did it! And let me tell you, they did great!! Yes, I’ve read it, so what? I’m their photographer after all; I can have some privileges…



But that’s not all!!! Hold on and sit down!



The Story Orgy has now a blog! Yes, you heard me, a blog! And it’s about time don’t you think?? So stop by and become a follower! Click Here  And of course today’s story will be posted there too.



So, that’s a lot of good news, right?



Next Monday, we’ll be back to what you’re used to. Meanwhile, enjoy this special day like my fellow Orgiasts did!









And that pic doesn’t have anything to do with today’s post… I just can’t post something without adding a pic, it wouldn’t be…ME ! And you have to agree that a handsome man holding a rose is perfect for an anniversary….






Thursday, January 26, 2012

FFF: Wanna play?

Hello and welcome to this fantastic Friday. I hope everybody is having a great day.

 A pic and 100 words. Sounds great, doesn’t it? And it’s fun to do too. So, no more babbling, let’s get to it, shall we?








“Tell me when you’re done pouting.”
“I’m not pouting! I’m merely… sulking.”
Fabian couldn’t help laughter. Reese looked so cute, displayed on this table.
“You know, we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I would never force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”
Reese looked shyly at Fabian. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he whispered, “It’s just…it scares me a little.”
“Maybe if you hold it in your hand for a minute, you’ll be more comfortable. What do you think?”
Reese reached out and took the sound in his hand. “Okay”







After reading a comment, I realised that not everybody knows about sounds. So here's a definition:

Sounds is the name given to stainless steel tubes, of various design that are inserted into the male urethrea for sexual pleasure or pain. It is a common practise amongst the bdsm community. Solitary use of sounds, by a male involves the inserting of a sound into his japs eye or urethra and pushing the sound (which is usually well lubricated with a non-oil based lubricant) deep into the bladder so that the head of the sound rubs directly upon the prostate gland of the male. Such stimulation of the prostate gland from the inside of the bladder is often described as 'ecstatic' or 'incredible'.



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Sunday, January 22, 2012

A New Start Part 3


Hello everybody, and welcome to another Monday.

One important thing before we begin…. Did you vote for the Story Orgy Anthology? No? Well, now here’s your chance.  Click here

Also, next week will be a very special day…It’s the SO Anniversary, and my fellows Orgiasts have a surprise for you. I’m not allowed to tell you what it is, but what I can say is…come closer…closer… *whispers* they are planning to entertain you ALL DAY LONG… *nods* yes, you heard me… This is going to be absolutely great. *whistles* I didn’t say anything! *looks everywhere* Ok, I think I’m safe…

And now, let’s see what’s happening between Andrew and Antonio, shall we?



Today’s Prompt is: Something has been mail ordered and is going to be delivered today…what is it? What is it for? What happens?




Antonio breathed a sigh of relief. He finally found him!

After their first meeting, he was ready to give him a call as soon as he could. He just couldn’t believe his luck, meeting a guy like Andrew on his first week in this town. After he left him in this pub, he’s been busy with the high school’s director for what seemed ages. Then he had to unpack all the boxes that were delivered that same day, which took him two days to put everything in order. When he was ready to call him, he couldn’t find the card with the other man’s number. He looked everywhere, but no luck. His house had been a mess and he realized he might have thrown it away when he tried to clean it a little.

He’d been looking for him ever since. Not having a clue where Andrew lived, it hadn’t been an easy task, even if Parkton was a little town. Though he never thought he would find him in this part of town. He just stopped there to grab a coffee before heading to the school. Well, he was just a teacher; he couldn’t afford to live on the good side of the town. But he was satisfied with his little house, even if the neighborhood wasn’t what he would have chosen, giving the choice.

Andrew seemed to be very surprised to see him there too. He was looking at him, wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open in a silent O. His hair was messy like he had run his hands in it several times. In fact, he looked just like Antonio had imagined him a hundred times since they met, on his bed, after a very enjoyable night. His cock stirred in his trousers and he squirmed a little in an attempt to release the pressure.

He made his way towards the red headed man, and noticed, as he approached him, that he didn’t seem to be really happy to see him. What’s the problem? Could he be mad at me because I didn’t call him? If so, he was more than ready to do anything in his power to soften the other man’s mood. A little smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he thought of all the things he would be willing to do to please Andrew.

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Andrew couldn’t believe his eyes. Antonio was there and he was heading towards him, with a smile on his so kissable lips. Yes, a smile! The nerve! He’s smiling like nothing was wrong! Well fuck him! I won’t play whatever game he’s playing!  Andrew’s anger was building as the Italian man approached him. He broke the eyes contact and went back to his notes, trying hard to ignore the burning gaze on his nape. Come on, act natural. You can do it. You’re not a teenager anymore! Get a grip, for God sake!
“Hello Andrew, I didn’t expect to see you around here.”
“Obviously!” He grumbled.
“What was that? Are you ok?”
Andrew closed his notebook and rose, holding it against his chest like a shield.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. I have an appointment with my lawyer in…” he looked at his watch, “ten minutes now. It was nice seeing you again.”  He rushed to the exit of the coffeehouse, without waiting for Antonio to answer him. When he finally reached the sidewalk, he stopped to breathe deeply, his heart beating like a drum.

Still trying to recover from his haste departure, he didn’t hear the door behind him open and was taken by surprise when someone grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. He just had the time to see green eyes staring at him before a body pressed against him and a mouth took his in a violent kiss. He didn’t have time to analyze his feelings – it was, after all, the first time he kissed a man- before Antonio released him and took a step backwards.

“Do I have your attention now?”

Unable to say a word, Andrew just nodded, his fingers brushing against his bruised lips.  He couldn’t believe that he just had his first kiss with a man. He was a little disappointed, the kiss was so fast and he didn’t have the time to really appreciate it. But he could still feel the other man’s body pressed against him. What a difference it was, compared to a woman’s body. Harder, stronger. During one second, their cocks had brushed against each other and it took his breath away. Clearing his throat, he shifted his position slightly on the wall, trying to make sure his erection wasn’t too obvious through the denim. He wanted Antonio, no doubt about it, and it seemed that the other man wanted him too. Just the thought of what could happen between them made his shaft so hard he was afraid it was going to tear its way out of his jeans. Blinking, he silently looked at Antonio. He bided his time, waiting for Antonio to speak in order help him get out of this sexual daydream he was in.

Antonio smiled at him, his green eyes dancing with mischief while his right hand was rubbing the front of his pants in a tantalizing way.  His lips began to move, but Andrew couldn’t understand what he was saying. His eyes seemed to be unable to leave the other man’s hand.  In a daze, he tried really hard to focus on what Antonio was saying.

“I was going to apologize and explain why I didn’t call you before you stormed out. I didn’t ignore you on purpose. I told you that I just moved here, so I had to unpack all my stuff. You can’t imagine the mess there was in that house. When I finally cleaned everything up, I wanted to call you, but I couldn’t find your card anymore. I tried to found you; I went back to the pub every day, hoping that you’d be here. I even asked about you there to anyone who would answer. It turned out that this waitress, Jen, the one who seemed to know you, was on holidays… Just my luck! I met the owner of the pub, Mike, and he promised me that he would give you a message when he saw you. But you obviously didn’t go back there. So, now, can we go back and do that scene again?” Antonio stopped and took a breath. He smiled at Andrew, and ran his hand in his hair. “Hi Andrew, it’s a pleasure to meet you here.”   

Antonio’s hand finally left his crotch and he extended it towards Andrew. His left hand went to his jacket and he took out a card.

“Here’s my card, I didn’t give you one the first time we met because I didn’t have one. I mail ordered them and received them this morning. You’re the first to have one. Give me a call when you’re ready to meet me, for real this time, a rendezvous!”

Andrew looked down at both Antonio’s hands, not knowing which one to take into consideration first. He finally took the Italian’s right one and shook it for a second before releasing it to grab the card. Antonio turned around and headed to what was obviously his car.

Andrew was still steering at the card when he realized Antonio was leaving. He inhaled deeply, trying to make sense of what just happened while ordering his cock to behave. He raised his gaze to see Antonio opening his car’s door.

“Wait!” He ran to Antonio’s car, holding the card tight in his fist. “Wait…please.”

Antonio slowly turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes. He danced on one foot then the other, not knowing where to start. Ok, it’s now or never. Stop acting like a child and be a man. He reached in his jean’s back pocket and took out a card. Grabbing a pen in his coat’s pocket, he turned the card, and relying on the car’s hood he wrote something on the back of it. He reached out and handed it to the Italian. “Don’t lose this one. I’ll wait for you tonight at my place. My address is at the back of the card. We’ll have a nice dinner and we’ll talk about what just happened. Seven o’clock would be perfect. Call me if you can’t make it in time. I’ll see you then.”

Andrew turned and went back to the sidewalk, leaving Antonio near his car, a surprised look on his face and holding the card. He couldn’t help but chuckle, quite happy with his performance. Tonight’s going to be very interesting.







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Lee Brazil, Em Woods, Havan Fellows, Hank Edwards, JR Boyd

Sunday, January 15, 2012

A New Start Part 2

 










Hello and welcome to this new Monday.






I hope everybody’s feeling good.


I have an annoncement to make: Em new book is out. It's an anthologie named His Hero.. And of course, there is still Lee's book The Librarian. And while we're at it, why don't you check Hank's book A Very Dirty Dozen....

This prompt is a following of the last one. Remember, this week I’m in the group who’s writing 250 words max (the “hook up”) with Hank Edwards and JR Boyd, while Lee Brazil, Havan Fellows and Em Woods are writing the long story (up to 1500 words)

I still didn’t settle for a title for this story.. Maybe next Monday!
Today’s Prompt:
A young man who’s just spent several hours studying at a coffeehouse notices someone watching him.







Andrew sighed and took another sip of his coffee. He’d been here for hours, studying the divorce papers and he still didn’t understand anything his lawyer had written; and he was supposed to meet him in twenty minutes! The divorce was almost settled but there were still a few things that needed his complete attention. The thing is, he couldn’t stop thinking about Antonio and as hard as he tried, the words in front of him made no sense at all. It’d been six days… and the Italian man never called him.
He didn’t go back to the pub after their meeting, he couldn’t handle it. It reminded him too much of the aborted rendezvous.  He silently cursed; that wasn’t even a rendezvous, just an encounter, which obviously didn’t leave Antonio breathless as it did to him.
So instead of the pub he used to love and where he knew almost everybody, he was now sitting all alone in an anonymous coffeehouse, a place he discovered while driving to meet his attorney, at the opposite side of the town, an area he usually never came to for a good reason. It wasn’t the safest one.
He suddenly felt the hair on his nape rise, sensing someone was looking intensely at him. Giving the neighborhood, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know who was staring at him. But his curiosity won and he slowly turned around and locked his eyes with the green ones he’s been dreaming about for six days.  



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Thursday, January 12, 2012

A New Start Part 1

Hello everybody and happy Monday.

Today is my first attempt to actually write a "real" story, meaning that this is the first chapter of a story I hope to write for a few weeks. I have a favor to ask all of you. I couldn’t come out with a title. I tried to find one, but obviously it’s not something I’m good at. So I would appreciate if you could leave me suggestions in the form of comments. That would be very helpful and I wouldn’t feel like my story misses something…

So here it is...Needless to say that I hope you'll be gentle with me....

Today's prompt is: "I think you broke it"




Andrew accelerated the pace, the cold biting his face. Would this day ever end? Not only did he miss an important appointment with his attorney, but he also forgot his gloves in that dump they called a restaurant. He wasn’t going back to get them tough. He should have known the place wasn’t what it used to be. The new owner obviously didn’t know how to cook. His stomach lurched at the thought of the bad lasagna he ate there. He was afraid he was going to puke right there, on the street where he knew most of the shops’ owners. Hopefully, he would be home soon and be able to leave that entire nightmare behind him. He just loved his little apartment. It was the first place where he lived by himself. What a change after the huge house he used to live in with his soon to be ex wife!

Another mistake! Marrying a woman when you knew that you didn’t care for that gender was the worst thing one could do. But he came from a very uptight family and had been in the closet forever. But that was about to change. He was tired of trying to please everyone but him. And if his parents couldn’t accept who he was, so be it!

Absorbed in his own thoughts, he didn’t pay attention to his environment and stumbled against what he thought was a brick wall but turned out to be a man. As he hit him, he heard the sound of broken glass. Oh no, what did he do again? It seemed that the nightmare wasn’t finished yet!

“I think you broke it,” said a low and sexy voice.

Andrew slowly raised his head to look at the man who just spoke. The apologies he was about to make died when he saw the square jaw covered with designed stubble, which surrounded the most kissable mouth he ever laid his eyes on. The nose was slightly crooked which added to the face’s personality. Piercing green eyes were staring at him, surmounted by frowning eyebrows. If the face was dead serious, the eyes were not. They gleamed with intelligence and mischief.

Andrew almost whimpered. This man was what he always fantasized about. He could feel his cock stir in his pants, reminding him that he was now free and allowed to openly do whatever he pleased. Almost everything… He couldn’t just jump on the man even if he wanted to. He stayed there for what seemed an eternity, staring at this man who looked like a wet dream.

Taking a step towards him without even realizing what he was doing, his foot encountered something. He suddenly remembered what this God told him… something was broken…but what? Fighting with himself to focus on something else than HIM, he lowered in eyes on the ground and noticed a little package.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry.” He bent over to pick it up. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. It’s entirely my fault. What was in the bag? Whatever it is, I’ll buy another one!”

“Nah, it’s ok. I just moved here, and I found this junk in the house’s attic. I was on my way to give it away. You don’t have to buy anything. I’ll just throw it in the garbage, no big deal.”

Andrew felt a wave of panic when the man picked up the bag and headed to the nearest garbage. He couldn’t let him go. He needed to do something, anything to keep him here.

“Wait! I… I mean… I’m sorry and I really want to make it up to you. Tell me what I can do… Please, I’ll feel guilty if you don’t.”

The man stopped in his track and looked questionably over his shoulder.

He continued quickly while offering his hand, “Ah…well… I’m Andrew Felder by the way. Welcome to the neighborhood.” The man turned to face him and took his hand.

“Hello Andrew Felder. I’m Antonio Garibaldi. Nice to meet you.”

Andrew felt shivers through his spine as he shook hands with the obviously Italian man. He tried to think about something intelligent to say, but it seemed that his brain was on vacation for the time being.
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Antonio tilted his head, looking at the man in front of him. Not bad… not bad at all. He was a little shorter than Antonio’s six and a half feet, but not much. Green eyes, dark red hair, pale skin and a mouth he was tempted to kiss until the man called for mercy. Maybe he needed to give Andrew a chance. Maybe Andrew was HIS chance for a new start. God knew he needed a little chance in his life.

He lowered his eyes on their hands, amused to see Andrew shaking them without wanting to let him go.

“Well, if you really want to do something, you can buy me a drink. As I said, I’m new here, and I don’t know anybody. Plus, it’s freezing. I’ll feel better inside.”

Andrew blushed in the cutest way when he realised he was still holding Antonio’s hand. Dropping it, he tried to act casual but failed miserably.

“Sure, there’s a pub just across the street. Nice place. Come on, I’ll buy you that drink. So where do you come from?”

They made casual talk on their way to the pub. Antonio was beginning to really like the other man; he was funny on top of being really cute. When they reached the pub, they decided without even talking to sit at a table, a more intimate place.

As he sat down, Antonio took a look around. The pub was not really crowded but there were still a lot of people. It was apparently a popular place. Curiously, the customers were mostly male, and the few women he did notice were employees. Ok, so no female customers. Could it be a gay pub? In a small town like that?

If so, that would confirm that he made a good choice by moving to Parkton. He was tired of being judged on his sexual preferences. To be accepted for who he was would be a nice change. He never hid that he was gay and had suffered a lot because of that. He even lost his job as an Italian teacher when the parents learned about him. Like he was going to turn all the kids into gays… Assholes! Well, at least here, they didn’t frown when he told the high school’s director that he was gay. Now that he thought about it, the man didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize that Andrew was talking to him.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening. Too much is happening in my life right now. Please forgive me. You were saying?”

“That’s ok, I know the feeling. I was wondering what brought you to this town. But if it’s too personal…”

“Not too personal at all. I’m an Italian teacher and I was looking for a job. I saw an ad in the newspaper, so I thought, why not? I had nothing that kept me where I was…” Antonio let his voice trail off, not wanting to give too many details of what he endured in his former job.

“Hello Andrew. How you’re doing today?” Antonio raised his eyes to see a cute little waitress winking at his companion. Obviously, the man was well known here. Interesting…

“Oh hello Jen, I’m fine, thanks for asking. Antonio, I’d like you to meet Jen…Jen, Antonio. If you ever need something, ask Jen, she knows about everybody and everything around here. I’ll have a hot chocolate, sweets. I dreamed about it with this awful weather. Antonio?”

“Hum? Oh yes, a hot chocolate sounds good. I’ll have one too, please Jen.”

Jen flashed them her best smile and turned around to fetch their order. Antonio looked at Andrew who was gazing at him with intensity. He grinned as the other man blushed and lowered his eyes. He was about to talk when his phone rang. He looked at it to see who was calling and sent a look of apology to Andrew.

“I’m sorry, I got to take that. It’s the high school director.” He turned around to answer the call, cursing silently at the bad timing.
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Andrew watched him talk on the phone, wishing the damn thing didn’t ring. As Antonio hang up and faced him, he knew his bad luck was back.

“I have to go. I’m sorry to let you down like that, but the director wants to see me. Can’t say no. Rain check?”

“Sure, no problem. Here’s my phone number. Call me whenever you want, and we’ll have that drink.”

Andrew handed him a card with a forced smile. As Antonio stood up and took it, Andrew was wondering if he would ever call him. He watched him walk outside the pub with a sigh. Well, all I have to do now is wait….



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