Parts 1 through 5 of Chiron.
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Note: Chiron is a planetoid in the outer solar system, considered as both an asteroid and a comet by astronomers. Discovered in 1977 by Charles T. Kowal, it was the first known member of a new class of objects now known as Centaurs, with an orbit between those of Saturn and Uranus, well outside the asteroid belt. Centaurs are not in stable orbits and will eventually be removed by gravitational perturbation by the giant planets, moving to different orbits or leaving the solar system altogether. In astrology, the position of Chiron in a person’s chart is said to give an indication of that person’s deepest wounds, and the lessons which that person needs to learn in order to heal from those wounds.
Parts 1 through 4 of Chiron: Here...
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Farmingdale, Vermont, much later that evening, January 30th, 1984.
Ennis kicked the door shut with his boot, his arms laden with grocery bags.
“Jack? Wanna take one o’ these?”
Jack hoisted the bigger bag from Ennis’ arms, and Ennis followed him into the kitchen. Setting it down next to the fridge, Jack kneeled, opened the door and began transferring vegetables into the crisper. He chuckled and shook his head.
“You could take two trips, y’know. Why d’you always try to carry it all at once? One wrong step on that ice out there and we’d have everythin’ scattered all over the place.”
Setting his armload of bags on the kitchen table, Ennis came within arms’ reach as he put the milk away, and Jack snagged two of Ennis’ belt loops and dragged his man closer. Still kneeling, he grabbed Ennis’ ass with both hands, pulled him even closer, and pressed his face into the crotch of Ennis’ jeans. “My favorite place, hmmmmm…. Oooo, you’re so cold. Betchya I’d freeze my tongue on your zipper here.”
Ennis looked down with a smirk. “You offerin’ to warm me up some?”
Jack looked up at Ennis and winked. “Gotta surprise for ya.” He stood up, gave Ennis a quick kiss, then took his hand and tugged him into the bedroom.
“What’re the TV and VCR doin’ in here?”
“That’s part o’ the surprise. Thought we’d do somethin’ a l’il different tonight.” Jack plucked a videotape from the machine, showed it to Ennis. Ennis stared at the naked torsos of two muscled young men with cowboy hats on the video label, and read the title: The Strict Stock Boss and The Naughty Stable Boy. His cheeks reddened.
“Now Jack, y’know… I don’t think…like that…’bout any other man but you. I mean, I don’t need this, I got you every night, don’t I? Ain’t that enough? And where did you get-“
“There was a big ad in the back of that gay men’s magazine that you don’t never touch because You’re. Not. Gay.” Jack replied sarcastically. “I swear, Ennis Del Mar. If I had a nickel for every time I heard you say that, I’d be the richest man in the world.” He gave Ennis a playful shove, and he sprawled flat on his back, bouncing off the mattress. Jack dove in right after him. “Now shut up and take off your clothes already.”
Ennis didn’t need any convincing in that particular department, and soon enough, Ennis was naked and resting his back against the headboard, with Jack tucked between his legs and wrapped in Ennis’ arms, all set to watch some genuine-from-California XXX gay porn.
“Jack, look, you know I don’t like this ki-Sweet Jesus, look at THAT.”
Jack, manning the remote, smiled as he felt Ennis’ cock stirring against his back. He burrowed closer into his lover’s protective circle, and began rubbing Ennis’ calves. The Naughty Stable Boy was certainly living up to his name, moaning and thrashing as he lay on a blanket amidst the hay, pumping a well-larded black dildo up his ass with clear expertise. Suddenly the Strict Stock Boss strode into the stable, wearing nothing but half-undone overalls and a scowl.
Ennis gave a throaty chuckle. “Check out the moustache on this one!”
Jack murmured and pulled Ennis’ right hand down lower. The Strict Stock Boss dropped his overalls and began slapping his massive dick across the face of the Naughty Stock Boy, who obviously was enjoying his punishment. Ennis nibbled the back of Jack’s neck, releasing from Jack a low moan and and an ecstatic shiver.
“Thought you said you didn’t like this sorta stuff,” Jack murmured
“Well, I s’pose it could be… educational. Let’s see now…” Ennis quickly moved to face Jack, rising up on his knees as he tugged at his cock. Taking an exaggerated look over his shoulder, he said, “Now I better make sure I got this here dick-slappin’ thing down right…”
Jack would have laughed but for the surprisingly hefty slap of Ennis’ semi-tumescent penis against his right cheek, then his left. Recovering quickly from his surprise, he began to make a game of it, bobbing his head and trying to capture his prey with his lips.
When he finally succeeded in trapping Ennis’ penis, Ennis placed a hand in Jack’s hair to steady himself as he almost fell over with the exquisite sensation. “Fuck. You don’t need no video to do this. You should be makin’ the goddamn video,” moaned Ennis, tightening his grip and now pumping his hips in rhythm with Jack’s mouth..
Jack drew back, caught his breath, and then suddenly took Ennis throat-deep, to the shaft. Ennis promptly gave up any further coherent thoughts on Jack’s potential pornstar career and began speaking in tongues:
“Jesuschrist… ohmygodfuckgodjesusjaaaaaaaaaack… fuckjack…. Holysweetjesusjaaaaack…. stopstopgonnajesus….”
Ennis pulled out, growled, and Jack suddenly found himself spun right around, his face down in the bedsheets and his ass in the air. It would appear Ennis was putting every one of those newly-found tongues to good work attacking Jack’s ass. Jack’s last fully rational thought before the onslaught was: I gotta buy more-a these.
Ennis soon enough replaced his tongue with his cock, pounding into Jack. Jack, reaching for his own cock, found his hand roughly pulled aside as Ennis took firm possession of both impending orgasms. Tonight he was in charge. Jack would get his turn another night, for he knew Ennis received just as enthusiastically as he gave.
Ennisandjack. Now there was only one entity, one identity, one certainty, one jackandennis. Heaving, straining, steaming, rumbling, molten.
Erupting.
Then a soft blackness descending as both yielded to their post-coital drowsiness, Ennis caught up in a Jack-cuddle, a look of peace on both faces. Neither heard the "chunk" as the videotape reached its conclusion.
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Savannah, Georgia, early morning of February 1st, 1984.
Lureen awoke with a start, and reached out for the ringing telephone.
“Hello, Lureen?”
Lureen recognized the voice instantly and sat upright. “LaShawn?” A perplexed look appeared on Lureen’s face as she tried to parse the flood of words and sobs. “LaShawn, honey, stop and take a breath. You’re making no sense at all.”
The voice at the other end of the line faltered and restarted. “Lureen, my Randall left me. He just up an’ tells me he’s a queer and now he wants a divorce.”
Note: Chiron is a planetoid in the outer solar system, considered as both an asteroid and a comet by astronomers. Discovered in 1977 by Charles T. Kowal, it was the first known member of a new class of objects now known as Centaurs, with an orbit between those of Saturn and Uranus, well outside the asteroid belt. Centaurs are not in stable orbits and will eventually be removed by gravitational perturbation by the giant planets, moving to different orbits or leaving the solar system altogether. In astrology, the position of Chiron in a person’s chart is said to give an indication of that person’s deepest wounds, and the lessons which that person needs to learn in order to heal from those wounds.
Parts 1 through 4 of Chiron: Here...
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Farmingdale, Vermont, much later that evening, January 30th, 1984.
Ennis kicked the door shut with his boot, his arms laden with grocery bags.
“Jack? Wanna take one o’ these?”
Jack hoisted the bigger bag from Ennis’ arms, and Ennis followed him into the kitchen. Setting it down next to the fridge, Jack kneeled, opened the door and began transferring vegetables into the crisper. He chuckled and shook his head.
“You could take two trips, y’know. Why d’you always try to carry it all at once? One wrong step on that ice out there and we’d have everythin’ scattered all over the place.”
Setting his armload of bags on the kitchen table, Ennis came within arms’ reach as he put the milk away, and Jack snagged two of Ennis’ belt loops and dragged his man closer. Still kneeling, he grabbed Ennis’ ass with both hands, pulled him even closer, and pressed his face into the crotch of Ennis’ jeans. “My favorite place, hmmmmm…. Oooo, you’re so cold. Betchya I’d freeze my tongue on your zipper here.”
Ennis looked down with a smirk. “You offerin’ to warm me up some?”
Jack looked up at Ennis and winked. “Gotta surprise for ya.” He stood up, gave Ennis a quick kiss, then took his hand and tugged him into the bedroom.
“What’re the TV and VCR doin’ in here?”
“That’s part o’ the surprise. Thought we’d do somethin’ a l’il different tonight.” Jack plucked a videotape from the machine, showed it to Ennis. Ennis stared at the naked torsos of two muscled young men with cowboy hats on the video label, and read the title: The Strict Stock Boss and The Naughty Stable Boy. His cheeks reddened.
“Now Jack, y’know… I don’t think…like that…’bout any other man but you. I mean, I don’t need this, I got you every night, don’t I? Ain’t that enough? And where did you get-“
“There was a big ad in the back of that gay men’s magazine that you don’t never touch because You’re. Not. Gay.” Jack replied sarcastically. “I swear, Ennis Del Mar. If I had a nickel for every time I heard you say that, I’d be the richest man in the world.” He gave Ennis a playful shove, and he sprawled flat on his back, bouncing off the mattress. Jack dove in right after him. “Now shut up and take off your clothes already.”
Ennis didn’t need any convincing in that particular department, and soon enough, Ennis was naked and resting his back against the headboard, with Jack tucked between his legs and wrapped in Ennis’ arms, all set to watch some genuine-from-California XXX gay porn.
“Jack, look, you know I don’t like this ki-Sweet Jesus, look at THAT.”
Jack, manning the remote, smiled as he felt Ennis’ cock stirring against his back. He burrowed closer into his lover’s protective circle, and began rubbing Ennis’ calves. The Naughty Stable Boy was certainly living up to his name, moaning and thrashing as he lay on a blanket amidst the hay, pumping a well-larded black dildo up his ass with clear expertise. Suddenly the Strict Stock Boss strode into the stable, wearing nothing but half-undone overalls and a scowl.
Ennis gave a throaty chuckle. “Check out the moustache on this one!”
Jack murmured and pulled Ennis’ right hand down lower. The Strict Stock Boss dropped his overalls and began slapping his massive dick across the face of the Naughty Stock Boy, who obviously was enjoying his punishment. Ennis nibbled the back of Jack’s neck, releasing from Jack a low moan and and an ecstatic shiver.
“Thought you said you didn’t like this sorta stuff,” Jack murmured
“Well, I s’pose it could be… educational. Let’s see now…” Ennis quickly moved to face Jack, rising up on his knees as he tugged at his cock. Taking an exaggerated look over his shoulder, he said, “Now I better make sure I got this here dick-slappin’ thing down right…”
Jack would have laughed but for the surprisingly hefty slap of Ennis’ semi-tumescent penis against his right cheek, then his left. Recovering quickly from his surprise, he began to make a game of it, bobbing his head and trying to capture his prey with his lips.
When he finally succeeded in trapping Ennis’ penis, Ennis placed a hand in Jack’s hair to steady himself as he almost fell over with the exquisite sensation. “Fuck. You don’t need no video to do this. You should be makin’ the goddamn video,” moaned Ennis, tightening his grip and now pumping his hips in rhythm with Jack’s mouth..
Jack drew back, caught his breath, and then suddenly took Ennis throat-deep, to the shaft. Ennis promptly gave up any further coherent thoughts on Jack’s potential pornstar career and began speaking in tongues:
“Jesuschrist… ohmygodfuckgodjesusjaaaaaaaaaack… fuckjack…. Holysweetjesusjaaaaack…. stopstopgonnajesus….”
Ennis pulled out, growled, and Jack suddenly found himself spun right around, his face down in the bedsheets and his ass in the air. It would appear Ennis was putting every one of those newly-found tongues to good work attacking Jack’s ass. Jack’s last fully rational thought before the onslaught was: I gotta buy more-a these.
Ennis soon enough replaced his tongue with his cock, pounding into Jack. Jack, reaching for his own cock, found his hand roughly pulled aside as Ennis took firm possession of both impending orgasms. Tonight he was in charge. Jack would get his turn another night, for he knew Ennis received just as enthusiastically as he gave.
Ennisandjack. Now there was only one entity, one identity, one certainty, one jackandennis. Heaving, straining, steaming, rumbling, molten.
Erupting.
Then a soft blackness descending as both yielded to their post-coital drowsiness, Ennis caught up in a Jack-cuddle, a look of peace on both faces. Neither heard the "chunk" as the videotape reached its conclusion.
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Savannah, Georgia, early morning of February 1st, 1984.
Lureen awoke with a start, and reached out for the ringing telephone.
“Hello, Lureen?”
Lureen recognized the voice instantly and sat upright. “LaShawn?” A perplexed look appeared on Lureen’s face as she tried to parse the flood of words and sobs. “LaShawn, honey, stop and take a breath. You’re making no sense at all.”
The voice at the other end of the line faltered and restarted. “Lureen, my Randall left me. He just up an’ tells me he’s a queer and now he wants a divorce.”