Take It Away: Chapter 11
Ian awoke in a baby-blue colored room, in a comfortable bed, with a somehow peaceful silence hanging in the air. He sat up in his bed and began wondering what he was doing in such a wonderful place. All of a sudden, he remembered everything about the shot, and Anthony being there. "So this is the place he was talking about," He said aloud.
Soon a lady came in to his room, and saw that he was awake. She told him to follow her, and he listened patiently as she told him about this new place. He decided to stay in a light pink colored room that had books and magazines. He sat down in one of the plush beanbags, and began to think.
I remember Anthony, but who is he to me? Why do I know him? Are we related? Are we friends? What are we?
Ian's mind was clouded with his dreams he had while he slept for days on end, ones where him and Anthony were more than friends. Lovers, If you could call it that.
I remember me and Anthony in bed. Were we boyfriends? Was I gay? I think so....
Something about this thought seemed appealing, and right, so Ian came to the conclusion that he was gay, and Anthony was his boyfriend.
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It was late at night, and Ian was sitting in his comfy bed, thinking about Anthony. While he was doing this, he felt the sudden urge to masturbate.
He pulled down his pants and boxers, and removed them. He sat with his legs spread, and his knees bent. He gently touched his cock, and it felt soooo good! He wondered how long it had been since he had done this. He took the tips of his fingers and ran them gently along the side of his throbbing cock. He stroked gently, and closed his eyes. He imagined his lover Anthony doing this for him. He was breathing heavily now, and grabbed his cock hard this time. No more playing around. He thrust up and down with his hand until his cock was burning red, and he was shaking trying to hold his cum. He stroked his hot red cock up and down until he was moaning quietly Anthony's name as cum shot into his hand, and he leaned backward onto his pillow. He put his clothes back on, covered himself up, and fell back asleep.
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Anthony awoke one morning, and realized it had been 2 weeks since Ian had been taken away. He picked up the sticky note with Lisa's number on it, and dialed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Anthony,"
"Oh, hey Anthony, what's up?"
"Just wanted to know how Ian is,"
"He's fine. He mostly reads."
"Oh, that's cool,"
"Yeah, there's one other thing though," Lisa said hesitantly.
"What is it?" Anthony worriedly asked.
"Well you know how we have security cameras in EVERY room, right?"
"Yeah,"
"Like even the bedrooms?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, I was looking at footage from Ian's room today, and I noticed something strange,"
"What's that?"
"Well every night at about 12:00, Ian masturbates,"
"Okay, and what's strange about that?"
"Well, when he does, you know, finish the job, he moans.."
"Moans what?"
"He moans Anthony. He moans your name, when he masturbates."
Soon a lady came in to his room, and saw that he was awake. She told him to follow her, and he listened patiently as she told him about this new place. He decided to stay in a light pink colored room that had books and magazines. He sat down in one of the plush beanbags, and began to think.
I remember Anthony, but who is he to me? Why do I know him? Are we related? Are we friends? What are we?
Ian's mind was clouded with his dreams he had while he slept for days on end, ones where him and Anthony were more than friends. Lovers, If you could call it that.
I remember me and Anthony in bed. Were we boyfriends? Was I gay? I think so....
Something about this thought seemed appealing, and right, so Ian came to the conclusion that he was gay, and Anthony was his boyfriend.
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It was late at night, and Ian was sitting in his comfy bed, thinking about Anthony. While he was doing this, he felt the sudden urge to masturbate.
He pulled down his pants and boxers, and removed them. He sat with his legs spread, and his knees bent. He gently touched his cock, and it felt soooo good! He wondered how long it had been since he had done this. He took the tips of his fingers and ran them gently along the side of his throbbing cock. He stroked gently, and closed his eyes. He imagined his lover Anthony doing this for him. He was breathing heavily now, and grabbed his cock hard this time. No more playing around. He thrust up and down with his hand until his cock was burning red, and he was shaking trying to hold his cum. He stroked his hot red cock up and down until he was moaning quietly Anthony's name as cum shot into his hand, and he leaned backward onto his pillow. He put his clothes back on, covered himself up, and fell back asleep.
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Anthony awoke one morning, and realized it had been 2 weeks since Ian had been taken away. He picked up the sticky note with Lisa's number on it, and dialed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Anthony,"
"Oh, hey Anthony, what's up?"
"Just wanted to know how Ian is,"
"He's fine. He mostly reads."
"Oh, that's cool,"
"Yeah, there's one other thing though," Lisa said hesitantly.
"What is it?" Anthony worriedly asked.
"Well you know how we have security cameras in EVERY room, right?"
"Yeah,"
"Like even the bedrooms?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, I was looking at footage from Ian's room today, and I noticed something strange,"
"What's that?"
"Well every night at about 12:00, Ian masturbates,"
"Okay, and what's strange about that?"
"Well, when he does, you know, finish the job, he moans.."
"Moans what?"
"He moans Anthony. He moans your name, when he masturbates."