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Karma in flames and coming out by Quizzer
"He doesn't want anyone from the occult bookstore to learn about our
naughty little love affair." Fred Majowski sneered, caressing reluctant his
boyfriend's cheeky tight behind for emphasis.
"So much into denial." Irene agreed, combing little gay wallflower's
longish femme blond hair into a soft ponytail as all three prepare to visit
the astrology bookstore.
It was a special enchanting place where forbidden new-age romance first
blossomed into secret flower. His young blondie boyfriend had first gone
to the occult bookstore to pick up girls; so many younger cute co-eds were
attracted into the occult.
Lover boy had no idea his confused heart would be immersed into and
captured by a very different kind of romantic partner. An arrogant and
charming muscular gay stallion, an occult vegetarian became his mystical
bedroom companion so quickly. Their forbidden romance had already taken
strong root.
"Denial.' Fred Majowski mused, grasping ponytail blondie's sweatpants
wickedly from behind. "We should start calling you 'Cleopatra' The Queen
of denial!"
"Freddy don't!" Cleopatra boy whined, tail in the grasp of such a strong
and demanding sexual companion. Turning around to caress tensed up warrior
chest muscles and purring to reassure him, "Freddy, we spoke about this all
last night, remember?"
"Yea, last night." Dominant ramrod lover recalled. "I'm such a
pussy-cat in the bedroom when your lips begin blowing my horn and kissing
the tall love pole-- that's when you decide to ask the impossible. In the
darkness underneath our bed sheets you praise my name - but in the light of
day you want to pretend we never meant a thing to one another!"
"Freddy, it's NOT like that." Frazzled teen-age blondie petting the
stronger, more accomplished sexual partner to explain. "I just can't deal
with all the gossip and staring when we tell everyone all about us, you
know? You promised to be patient, you did!"
"Boy is so worried about what his so-called friends might think." Irene
chimed in. "He hasn't a clue that other boys out there might think
something else!"
"Not a clue." Fred agreed; "Okay, I'll play along with your silly game,
'Cleopatra." He conceded. "We'll all go to the occult bookstore and play
pretend games if you want. I don't even care if you try to talk trash to
all the pretty girls."
"Freddy, you're up to something." Silly ponytail blondie accused,
caressing solid warrior chest muscles quite cheerfully as a peace offering.
"Just don't be talking to the biker crowd." Fred Majowski ordered. "You
don't party with those boys anymore - we know they're a bad influence on
you, don't we?"
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At the occult bookstore, secret lover-boy kept his distance from the
party boys as instructed. Almost ran away when one even suggested smoking
dope or drinking alcohol so very much against the rules now.
Very much reformed boyfriend was rather rude to them in fact. "Oh, I
don't get stoned anymore, you know?" Instead he drifted over to chat up
astrology with his old girlfriend, Marie. She asked about what he was up
to these days, his astrology chart was affected by the recent eclipse.
Just about then Irene came over to interrupt them: "While you're
flirting with your past - others are flirting with your future." Irene
seriously warning blondie boy as he talked trash sassy cute to his one time
girlfriend.
Lover boy turning his eyes to where Irene nodded, seeing stars of bitter
romantic omen, boy groupies from the natural food co-op. Punk-rockers cute
in corn-row hair style, eyes blinking up and chatting up to his Freddy in
perky contact.
A wolf pack of predator young bucks from the natural food vegan co-op
threatening the only deep love he'll ever know.
"Bye, gotta go." Pony-tail blondie said rudely in dismissal to the girl,
legs flexing on a romantic emergency, into damage control and on the move.
Ponytail blondie eying his hated corn-row haired rivals so harshly,
circling jungle cat not even trying to be discreet. Frazzled jealous lover
boy wearing long sweat pants, circling those young punk-rock vegans like a
shark; a wolf pack blond twosome with eyes dazzled by the mystical aura
surrounding his potent sexual stallion, Freddy.
Dominant ram-rod lover smirking cruel and confident amid his enthralled
young male entourage, they avert harsh boyfriend stares by turning away to
speak among themselves privately. They joke about unhealthy stimulants
such as white sugar and other vegetarian truisms.
Ultra-jealous ponytail boyfriend like a jungle cat pacing stimulated
outside the vegan circle to underscore the point, cute blond haired youths
from Ososki's co-op smile to each other knowingly.
"I think your boyfriend is out of control." One cornrow haired punk
rocker faces off against ponytail blondie, one with a ring around his
eyebrows and glaring back defiant. Annoyed punk rocker almost toe to toe
against such a rude edgy lover boy, both suitors becoming aggressive;
annoyed cornrow haired vegan becoming fierce on the eve of battle.
"Freddy, can I speak to you please?" Frazzled insecure lover boy in
sweat pants says meekly outside the vegan circle, a plea to his dominant
new-age lover who rules so completely now. At wit's end, off the edge of
the map lost in forbidden love, needing the direction of the mystical
occult sexual partner so badly.
"Speak to me." Hard-bodied gay stallion Freddy scolds annoyed. "Can't
you see how rude you've just been acting in front of me and my friends?
This better be important!"
"Can't we speak alone?"
"It can't be that important - you're the one who wanted us to pretend we
didn't mean anything to each other today, remember?"
The sassy cute charming vegan teen-age tart scolds his Freddy in flirty
tease, "You never told us about having a boyfriend!" A younger youth with
corn-row hair braided femme and wearing tight ass shorts.
"We're not even close last time I checked." Stallion Freddy shrugs to
impress; "We had a fling once, a rather strange kind of relationship," he
explained. "It's beyond me."
"Freddie!" Ponytail blondie in sweatpants almost cries in anguish. "How
can you say those things about US? That's so mean, you know?"
"Don't get possessive on me - not while you keep on playing mind games
with OUR love in public! If you want to be serious with somebody like me -
come out and SAY it! You're the one who wanted these rules." The dominant
ram-rod lover roared.
Pony-tailed blondie boy facing off against his more charming competitor,
the corn-row haired vegan rivals wearing tight ass shorts, very much feared
sexual rivals. Frazzled pony-tail blondie against both corn-row blond
challengers, vegan youths who hung out at Fred Majowski's natural foods
co-op and always kept too close in eye-contact.
"Passive aggressive, ain't he?" The butch punk-rock teen-age tart teases
up to the strong arm dominant vegan gay stallion, they begin talking about
white sugar and links to hyperactivity. Punk rock ruffians making a snide
remarks about jealous lover-boys to Fred Majowski, cute words meant between
more than just close friends.
"I'd come out if I made a fine catch like you." The more charming
corn-row challenger purrs up to Fred Majowski flirty cute and threatening
kissy close.
"He's mine!" Pony tail blondie blurts out aggressive, coming out to
decide on the prize against brutal sexual competitors. One jealous
boyfriend wearing long sweatpants and now purring closer to his ultra
dominant lover, boldly coming out now to make it happen.
A edgy confused Scorpio blondie petting strong gay warrior loins to
soothe a heart so frazzled, feeling under the gun, making emotional
checkmate against cute vegan opponents who probably came out years before
their senior prom. "I belong to him now, you know? I'm coming home with
him too!"
Corn-row blond boys sneering as the arrogant gay stallion nods, like
those three were in league against him or something, it didn't matter
anymore.
"Say it loud!" Fred Majowski orders in triumph, nodding to corn-row
vegan boys as if those guys were sharing a private joke. Strong warrior
hands grasping a fistful of jealous boy friend sweatpants and butt,
arrogant gay warrior hands taking ponytail blondie's surprised behind and
holding up the prize: "It's about time we let everyone know we share a love
naturally sweet."
Dominant new-age sexual partner taking control of boy's butt cheeks so
wickedly strong, ponytail blondie smiling up weakly at corn-row
punk-rockers. Jubilant vegan challengers smile seeing lover-boy checkmated
from behind, ponytail blondie in sweatpants jacked up in confident strong
gay warrior hands.
"No Don't!" Fred Majowski counters his first command. "That would spoil
our moment." Strong-arm warrior lover happily in control, turning cheeky
folds of buns and sweatpants around to give proper instruction, his coming
out procedure.
"Better tell Irene what you decided. Cut off those ugly long sweats
into shorts for one thing - borrow her scissors. Do whatever she wants you
to - from now on you'll be looking like you BELONG to me. Do it now!"
Obedient pony tail blondie on a mission as the dominant sexual partner
smiles, he continued speaking to his corn-row vegan youth pals about
stimulants, the evils of white sugar and other natural foods lore.
"Oh, you would have to choose a time like this." Irene sighs amused,
taking scissors out of her purse. "And you haven't a thing to wear."
Pony tail blondie looking away from harsh biker stares, under strictest
orders not to even look or even speak to them ever again. New-age lover
laid down the law even before romantic commitment today. Irene snipping
away at blondie boy's long sweat pants as others watch.
"He's making a fashion statement." Irene explained to curious
on-lookers. "You'll see something interesting very soon."
"I need to properly braid your hair, there's some pink ribbons in my
carry-all case and an extra pair of pantyhose." Irene whispers in scold as
she escorted blondie boy in short sweats into another room for more
intimate bold femme makeover.
"Don't even look like you want to argue with me - we don't have time to
shave your legs! You have a lot of natural beauty though. I knew that
when that handsome stallion friend of ours first made serious eye-contact
to capture your heart. I was afraid he'd make an effort to seduce the
absolutely the wrong boyfriend. I'm talking about YOU - boy!" !!SLAP!!!
The woman lover-boy once teased as a 'fag hag' was now taking control of
all his romantic decisions, paddling silly boy's butt playfully to
underscore her point.
"Irene..tsk!"
"Don't be sassing me." Irene scolded playfully. "We're going to have
some fun today. I'm gonna give you the sling-back sandals I'm wearing for
just the right effect. You'll look so alluring in higher heels, I think."
Blondie in sling-back high heels and black nylon hose walking tall in
such a Grand debut, making an ultra strong sexual statement under Irene's
wing. Shapely legs in cut-off sweats and nylons, pink ribboned blonde hair
styled so exotic as a femme; made over lover coming out and standing regal
tall on sandal high heels.
Nylon toes flexing to race towards the dominant sexual partner as if
charged by magnetism, others seeing the arrogant gay stallion in his glory,
another exotic new-age romantic conquest for him as others watch.
"Boy just got turned out." One vegan says to Allan Sheppard.
"When I seen Irene cutting his sweat pants into shorts, I knew Fred
Majowski was peeling his shorts off like a grape." Allan chuckled. "I'm
just surprised to see Irene involved, everybody figured she had to hate her
gay friend's latest lover boy."
"She's barefoot now." Another vegan noted. "Look at her, guess who's
borrowing her sandals?"
All watch together, pony tail blondie flexing toes and heels in
sling-back sandals to kiss him. Fred Majowski pushing jubilant boy-toy
lips away with his own, the astrology crowd watches. Nylons and Irene's
sling back sandals making leggy lover boy into an alluring femme in
remarkable makeover display.
"We both helped set that up." One punk rock styled vegan youth crows,
the one with a ring around his eyebrows who wanted to fight earlier.
"Freddy says to me about an hour ago: "See that dude in sweat pants talking
to the girl? I'll bet you we can make him jealous enough to come out
flaming like a volcano."
"Yea, that's what Freddy said to me too." The other corn-row styled
youth agrees, the cuter one wearing tight ass shorts. "So we purred it up
a little bit, no more than our usual banter at the natural food co-op...
I had no idea dude would come over and give us the evil eye with a
quickness. Boy was so jealous of us with his mean ole man He didn't just
come out - dude kicked down the closet door!"
"Kicking down the closet door in high heels to boot!" The other
punk-rock corn-row styled tough kid laughs. "Our boy Freddy got that
little cherry tart turning softly femme and sweet - right before our eyes,
isn't love grand?"
"Never seen a little flamer so green-eyed jealous." The cute young punk
rock vegan agrees. "We should make that girly-boy tart even MORE jealous,
but I'm gonna bide my time for now."
"Oh, yea." The other one nods as both watch and smile. Seeing blondie
in sandals purring in romantic victory, holding close her sexual prize; an
elusive gay stallion, Fred Majowski so handsome, witty and strong.
New age blondie in love cheerful enough to dance; entire body language
celebrating cupid's gay arrow with joy, sweat pants into shorts squeezed
wickedly from behind, cheeky buns in the grasp of the dominant ram-rod
lover.
Blue eyes nodding down as blondie's ponytail bounces up cheerful at the
world, lips smiling radiant even at the competition. Cornrow blond
teen-age vegans smiling back at the happy couple, they admire sleek
boyfriend legs now in nylons and high heel sandals.
Alluring legs and feet in femme attire - eagerly kicking down the closet
door - just the confident warrior/lover instructed, impish cornrow vegans
smirking to each other about their role in the game, shaking thumbs up as
they laugh quite knowingly.
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Groggy teen-age blondie moaning under crinkled disturbed bed sheets to
answer a ringing phone that next morning. Feeling so numb and tired,
ravished wickedly strong by an aroused new-age lover only last night, a
lusty destiny in the aftermath of romantic gymnastics.
. "So how was your night?" Irene mused in greeting on the phone. "It's
after ten and we made plans to visit the mall. We both talked about it
last night, remember?"
"Oh Yea, Hello Irene." Sleepy blue-eyed blondie purring catty.
"Er..okay" I didn't get a lot of real sleep last night, you know?"
"Our friend Freddy must have become a bit too frisky between the sheets
for you, wasn't he?" Irene enthused, " See, I told you that pink ribbon
array for your hair and those nylons and sandals would start his jungle
juices flowing hot."
"Yea, we were lava red hot!" Blondie tossed hair back to comb happily
over a bedroom mirror. Telling Irene all about romantic fun with toe nail
polish, lusty gay stallion Freddy insisted on painting leggy sandaled
boyfriend toenails crimson red.
Sensually blowing on color set toes and feet naughty until they engaged
in leggy romantic wrestling.
Scorpio blondie painted ramrod hard in sexual fury, riding the frisky
gay stallion all night wearing sling back sandals. Hard-bodied gay
stallion and his horn of plenty impaling deep and creamy strong, a giggly
lover boy licking the hard-bodied gay stallion like a popsicle to celebrate
coming out success.
"Oh you two!" Irene mused. "Then we'll have to go to the mall and buy
some more nail polish, n'est ce pas?"
"Freddy calls that my war paint." Blondie purred over the phone while
strapping on sling back sandals for the day. Irene's gift from last night
party was fast becoming their very own mystical symbol.
A souvenir or their own deepening karmic relationship. Sandals were the
powerful foot symbolism that enabled renewed lovers to explore their world
in transgender fashion; physically bonded new-age sweethearts decided.
Fred Majowski made that notion during 'pillow talk' only last night,
sensual partners merely catching their breath between fierce spasms of
glory.
"Freddy says when all the bad boys see my toenails painted up they'll
know I'm dressed for war, you know?"
"Sexy for sure." Irene agreed laughing. "So did our frisky gay stallion
paint your toes red for love and war?"
"Tsk! No." Annoyed blondie in charmed romantic sandals smacked wide
lips in reply. "First we made loving so much we got sidetracked."
"Understandable."
"Then Joey wanted to paint my face with nail polish like an Indian on
the warpath or something. He gets so kinky sometimes!"
"So you ran out of toe nail polish and your face is just a fright."
Irene surmised laughing. Scorpio blondie princess got sidetracked on the
warpath to forbidden love - reamed so hard in sexual ambush by the dominant
ramrod lover.
"I'll be right over to clean up the war paint." Irene cheered. "This
sounds like a makeup emergency to me."
Fin