The Boarder
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				Title: <strong>The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 04:15:26</strong>
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				Sharon stood outside the door of a non-descript suburban house.&nbsp; Her entire life was boxed up in the back of the old beater-car, just in case this place did turn out to be all that she thought it would.<br><br>A few days ago, Sharon had graduated college, and immediately started looking for someplace to live.&nbsp; She had some savings to tide her over rent-wise until she found work, but she <em>had</em> to get out of her parents' house.&nbsp; Dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, she looked every bit the respectable adult that she hoped would impress the 'couple' - someone who wasn't afraid of doing a little work, not too noisy - in short, the 'right kind' of boarder.<br><br>After taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she put on her best smile and rapped confidently on the front door.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 04:24:23</strong>
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				Stan smiles as he opens the door, in his mid thirties, though his trimmed hair shows not a speck of gray in it, he is wearing a t-shirt that says 'my boyfriend is better than your mom at sucking' and loose black jeans, barely covering his well trimmed body.&nbsp; His eyes quickly glance over the boarder he says with a soft voice <br><br>"You are Sharon yes?"&nbsp; After getting an affirmation of this he shouts back into the other room "Philip babe, come here, meet Sharon one of the prospectives for the room..." then motioning her in "Come in Come in, pull up a chair or something." <br><br>Philip enters shortly after that, he is attired in&nbsp; light beige slacks and plain white polo sighing some he says "Do you have to wear that shirt when we meet people?"<br><br>Steve grins at him and shrugs, Philip turns back to Sharon "You want to be our new boarder?" His dark eyes holding fast on hers, its very easy to lose yourself in them, it would seem.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 04:43:17</strong>
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				Sharon looks back and forth between the two.&nbsp; Some surprise shows in her face, but she fights it down quickly, only getting a slight blush at the t-shirt's slogan.<br><br>With a slightly self-conscious smile, she perches on the edge of one of the chairs in the room, her hands folded in her lap.&nbsp; "Um - yes... I have to admit, I wasn't expecting..."&nbsp; She breaks off before she says something wrong.&nbsp; "You're both a lot younger than I expected," she finally says.<br><br>In an effort to show how earnest she is, she finds herself meeting Philip's gaze very solidly.&nbsp; Her own blue eyes dilate slightly as the darkness in his begins to draw her in.&nbsp; After a long minute, she blinks, then glances back at Stan.<br><br>"One of the prospectives - I'm guessing you've had a lot of responses, then?"
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 04:49:04</strong>
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				Philip nods subtly to Stan, who grins at Sharon "Oh a few, about three...one who came in one those heavy metal shirts...you and some we will meet later, but I will be honest with you...you seem to be the best suited to us.&nbsp; So um, whats your major?&nbsp; Do you drink a lot?"<br><br>Philip watches Sharon quietly, his eyes focused on her forehead a moment before adding "And do you listen to Rap?&nbsp; The last two can get you instant disqualified...so think carefully" he steps over and rubs his hand on Stan's chest lightly watching Sharon.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 05:18:10</strong>
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				Sharon laughs.&nbsp; "Actually, I'm more of a classic rock kind of girl," she says,&nbsp; "And unless you count a glass of wine <em>maybe</em> once or twice a month as 'a lot', you've got nothing to worry about on that front either.&nbsp; I think I've gotten drunk once in my life, and apparently I just fell asleep."<br><br>She makes sure to include both of them as she talks, even though she finds her eyes drawn back to Philip's again and again.&nbsp; I majored in English - got my B.A. - and I'm going to be looking for work... I hope that's not a problem - I <em>will</em> be able to pay my share of rent or whatever for a few months even if I don't find anything right away."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 05:23:37</strong>
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				Philip meets her eyes, letting his dark orbs suck at hers for a moment, as the gaze intensifies its as though gauze is wrapped over everything else, she can only kind of make out the words Stan is saying to her, as<br>"Why .... you.... tired?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 07:26:09</strong>
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				For some reason, Sharon starts feeling a little strange.&nbsp; Uncomfortable.&nbsp; She frowns slightly as she tries to think about when she last wore these jeans.&nbsp; She gives Stan a slightly lopsided smile as she casually hooks open the button at her waist, hoping he doesn't notice.<br><br><em>It's not like they're going to be interested in </em>that<em> anyways,</em> she thinks.<br><br>"Maybe - a little," she says, answering the question that she thinks he asked her.&nbsp; "It's been a rather busy day."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 07:33:52</strong>
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				Stan grins at her happily, sharing a look with Philip for a moment, his eyes twinkling at the thought of whats to come.&nbsp; "Do you want a bath?"&nbsp; His voice expressing concern and worry.<br><br>At the last word Philip locks his eyes upon hers again, letting the world grow slowly silent as the last word resonates in her mind soft bells chiming at the word.&nbsp; Philip breaks eye contact with a smile at her "Did you happen to bring your clothes with you?&nbsp; As I think Stan and I found the perfect fit for our home." his fingers trailing against Stan's chest ever so slightly as he speaks.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 14:52:07</strong>
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				It is still earlier than she would normally get ready for bed, but as the two men make the offer, Sharon can easily picture the luxury of a simple, hot soak.<br><br>"I've got my things in the car," she admits, a little embarrassed at being that forward.&nbsp; "I should probably bring them in before I get too comfortable - at least my overnight bag."<br><br>Her initial plan had been to use that bag to hold spare clothes so she wouldn't have to unpack back at her parents' house if this hadn't worked out, but the way things are going - it seems that she won't be needing to do that.<br><br>"But yes, a bath sounds lovely."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 18:45:27</strong>
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				Stan smiles at her "Oh no dear, you go have yourself a nice soak.&nbsp; I can get your stuff..."&nbsp; He moves to exit the house going to get her stuff from the car "Bathroom is the second door on your left, after you get out of the tub your room is the third door on the right."<br><br>Phillip smiles at her as well, though there is something a little smug in his smile as he turns to help Stan with the stuff, giving the other man a swat on the rear as he catches up to him.&nbsp; They share a quiet whisper or two as they bring in the stuff.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 21:20:46</strong>
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				Meanwhile, Sharon had found her way to the bathtub, running a warm, relaxing tub-full.&nbsp; As she sinks into the water, her mind drifts.&nbsp; Certainly she was even safer here than if she'd found a regular couple - no worries about a peeping husband or a jealous wife - at worst she might have to worry about them hitting on any potential boyfriends.<br><br>Of course, they seemed quite attached to each other.&nbsp; She'd seen the little glances, the casual contact...&nbsp; She imagines Philip embracing Stan - and the image rapidly leaves the realm of 'innocent speculation'.&nbsp; She shocks herself by picturing that embrace turning passionate.&nbsp; Philip struck her as the dominant one, and she envisions him tipping Stan's head back as they kiss, holding their bodies together...<br><br>She sits up with a gasp, feeling even warmer than the water should have made her.&nbsp; She feels as though she has somehow intruded - but that was silly.&nbsp; She'd only imagined a loving couple.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she gets out of the tub, frowning for a moment as she realizes that her bathrobe is in the overnight bag.&nbsp; With a shrug, she wraps a towel around herself and heads for the room that Stan said was now 'hers'.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 21:32:48</strong>
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				All of her stuff is sitting in the room meticulously arranged, though the boxes unopened.&nbsp; Sitting on the nightstand of the bedroom is a small glass of what appears to be champagne of some kind, with a note saying 'for our new guest'.&nbsp; The bed itself is a twin, with a pastel flower bedspread, and oddly satin sheets under it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Opposite the bed is a dresser and make up desk, as though Stan and Phillip were planning from the beginning to have a female roommate.&nbsp; Tucked into one corner is a small writing desk and bookcase.&nbsp; &nbsp;The floors are carpeted with a light brown short carpet, and the walls are also pleasantly neutral some kind off white.&nbsp; <br><br>She can sounds coming from the kitchen, and what smells like some kind of seafood being cooked, there is pleasant bouquet of herbs accompanying it, clearly hinting that one of the couple is an adept cook.&nbsp; Given a moment she can pick out the rosemary, and garlic in the pallet of scents.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:59:40</strong>
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				Sharon smiles at the champagne, but finds herself some clean clothes first.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Dinner smells fancy,</em> she thinks, and picks out a teal-colored blouse and a slightly looser pair of jeans.&nbsp; She wrinkles her nose a little, wondering if she's getting 'water gain' or something, but the jeans don't seem to hang on her any differently than normal.&nbsp; With a shrug, she picks up the champagne glass and carries it out towards the kitchen.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:15:35</strong>
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				As she enters the living room, Stan is rising from his knees, while Philip does up his pants.&nbsp; Stan licks the last of something right that is probably fairly easy to identify from his lips smiling at her.&nbsp; "Mmm our fish is almost ready, I trust you found the bath comfortable?"<br><br>Stan smiles. "Its just about, why not get yourself comfortable and at the table both of you..." as he brings out some kind of trout that appears to be grilled, covered in a light sauce of some kind.&nbsp; The table itself is some kind of old Victorian remake, or kept in good condition.<br><br>Phillip's eyes lock on hers briefly before making his way to the table.&nbsp; Sitting near the head of it so that as Stan sits his hands slide comfortably into the other mans.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:47:38</strong>
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				Sharon seats herself at the table, shifting a little as she tries to get comfortable.&nbsp; She places the champagne glass next to her place setting, trying not to stare at either of them.<br><br><em>He was just...</em> she thinks, finding her eyes drawn back to Stan's mouth several times.<br><br>"This looks lovely," she says as the fish is served.&nbsp; "I wasn't expecting you to go to so much trouble."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:56:55</strong>
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				Stan smiles at her licking his lips slowly as he watches her, wanting to do more but after glance at Philip with a shrug he gets himself some of the fish.&nbsp; "Oh its just something I like to do.." he grins at her<br><br>Philip smiles at her letting his eyes lock onto hers once more, letting the world darken until he speaks this time she can make out his voice, pleasant yet commanding.&nbsp; "Your pants look uncomfortable on you, why don't you take them off, and tell us you want to see me do to Stan what Stan just did to me."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:24:08</strong>
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				Stan's words seem to imply far more than the cooking, and she blushes, taking a sip of the drink to calm her nerves.&nbsp; She has barely started to serve herself when she hears Philip's voice in her mind.<br><br>"E-excuse me?" she asks, clearly startled by the command.&nbsp; The image is like a photograph in her mind, even if she had only seen the last moment of the previous encounter.&nbsp; Even with the instinctive confusion, she does feel as though her pants are - not too tight this time, but almost itchy, as if she used the wrong detergent the last time.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:33:22</strong>
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				Philip smiles at her turning to his dinner lightly stroking Stan's hand gently.&nbsp; Stan looks to her "Hmmm?&nbsp; Oh I am just saying I enjoy cooking amongst other things for our guests" his smiles rests against her face.&nbsp; "Is the champagne to your liking?"<br><br>His fingers slide in between Phillip's lightly squeezing the other man's hand as he watches her a contented purr escaping his lips as he does.&nbsp; Indeed it would be hard to misplace the sound of a man in perfect happiness.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 03:12:13</strong>
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				Apparently Stan hadn't heard what Philip had said - and Sharon is very glad of that.&nbsp; She takes another sip of the champagne.&nbsp; "It's - it's very good," she says, trying to cover her uncertainty.&nbsp; Maybe that was something she <em>wanted</em> Philip to say?&nbsp; She has to admit that she is at least a little curious about exactly <em>how</em> gay men... interact, but to ask something like that would be the height of rudeness.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 03:27:55</strong>
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				Stan smiles at her pleasantly leaning to kiss Philip gently before leaning back and eating some of his fish.&nbsp; As her glass gets empty, Phillip gets up and moves to the counter getting a bottle of champagne and refilling her glass "Please drink up..." he gives himself and Stan some champagne as well.&nbsp; "So you said your degree was in english?&nbsp; What kind of work exactly do you want?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 04:32:40</strong>
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				Sharon sips her champagne between bites of fish.&nbsp; The trout is done to a tee, and seasoned perfectly - even if the sauce brings up faint memories of what she almost saw.<br><br>"I'm hoping for a teaching position, but I took a few Journalism classes as well, so I might try for something at the local paper," she says.&nbsp; With the change in subject, it isn't long before the awkwardness has faded, and the champagne glass is drained.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 04:39:13</strong>
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				Phillip fills her glass again, Stan nodding. "Jouralism?&nbsp; Hmmm I know a friend with one of the local papers, if you want I can put in a good word..."&nbsp; Phillip smiles at her settling back into his own chair fingers entwining with his lovers.<br><br>"Babe, we are taking too much of this young girls time with our questions.&nbsp; How about we let her ask things of us..." he motions at her with a smile "Ask us anything we are not shy people..."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 06:26:18</strong>
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				"Oh - well - um - I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other soon enough," Sharon says.&nbsp; "I mean, you know, living together and all that."&nbsp; She has to think harder than expected to come up with a question that <em>doesn't</em> have to do with the intimate details of two men being lovers.&nbsp; "Um - so... how did you two meet?"
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 06:32:55</strong>
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				Phillip and Stan share a loving look before Stan speaks.&nbsp; "Well I was on my way to&nbsp; critique a restaurant, I did that before opening my own you know, anyway, I happened to see Phillip on the road hitchhiking...and" he pauses looking at his lover.<br><br>Phillip picks the story up, barely missing a beat.&nbsp; "I was on my way to show at a highschool, at the time I was a motivational speaker and some other stuff.&nbsp; My car had broken down, and Stan gave me a ride....and before too long well...we knew each other well" a crooked grin formed on Phillip's lips as he turned to regard Sharon.&nbsp; "And that is how we met..."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 16:20:07</strong>
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				"Oh, you own a restaurant?" Sharon asks, grateful for something normal to talk about.&nbsp; "Is it any specific cuisine, or just what you feel like cooking?"&nbsp; The champagne was starting to go to her head - two glasses in an evening was more than she usually indulged in - but true to her description, she doesn't get 'sloppy' with the intoxication.&nbsp; Other than a certain owlishness to her expression, she seemed to be completely in control.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:55:11</strong>
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				Stan smiled and nodded "Yeah I'm actually thinking of turning into a chain.&nbsp; For now though its just the single restaurant.&nbsp; Mostly we do mid priced American cuisine, but I try and toss a few other things onto it for entertainment.&nbsp; Right now we have Duck La'Orange on the menu, and its quite popular."<br><br>Philip let his eyes touch on Sharon's for a moment before asking "What do you like to do after dinner Sharon?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:20:14</strong>
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				"Oh, usually just relax, maybe watch a movie or listen to music," Sharon answers, turning to look at Philip.&nbsp; "Sometimes I surf the 'net, but I don't think I've got the concentration for that tonight.&nbsp; What about you two?"<br><br>Before the second glass of champagne, she wouldn't have dared to ask that, even though it is a perfectly reasonable question.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:38:14</strong>
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				Stan smiles "Normally read a book or watch some TV." Phillip nods and focuses his eyes upon Sharon letting his vision cloud hers for a moment before stating "Is there anything you wish to ask us&nbsp; maybe a favor?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 06:36:45</strong>
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				Sharon is about to say something along the lines of 'Oh, that's not necessary' - but as the word 'favor' echoed in her ears, the words seem to change to something she never thought she'd hear herself say.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'd - I'd really like to see - what you were doing earlier."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:07:21</strong>
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				Stan's eyes seem to gleam for a minute before returning to normal "Oh?&nbsp; What had you seen earlier? " His fingers already sliding along Phillip's shirt to tug it upward slowly Revealing the other man's well toned body.&nbsp; Once Phillip's nipples are exposed Stan leaves over licking them slowly.<br><br>Phillip laughs and shoves his lover back, gently yet clearly showing who was in charge.&nbsp; "Its your turn love, and we both know what she saw.&nbsp; The only thing is Sharon, are you willing to get naked why we do this?&nbsp; Oh and I have a thought of going into bondage photography, but need a female model...you wanna do it?" his flickering onto hers.&nbsp; Yet not as deep as before.&nbsp; "The first I require...the second...well, I would enjoy it, but I will suck Stan's cock if you strip for us..."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 19:32:18</strong>
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				"I've - never done any modeling," Sharon replies.&nbsp; "Or stripping, for that matter," she adds with a laugh.&nbsp; Somehow, the idea doesn't seem that out of line.&nbsp; After all, Philip and Stan wouldn't be interested in a woman's body as more than art, and she has heard all about the stereotypical fashion designers.&nbsp; Posing nude for them would be just like posing clothed.<br><br>"Sure, why not?&nbsp; I can't promise I'll be any good, but I'll give it a go."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 06:38:38</strong>
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				Phillip grins undoing Stan's pants as he does, Sharon can see the gleam of a piercing of some kind as he does, as Phillip kneels in front of Stan "Good now get naked, as its only fair..."<br><br>Without waiting he runs his tongue slowly along Stan's shaft eliciting a soft moan from the other man who watches both Phillip and Sharon shivering as he does, licking his lips, as though some great present was about to be unwrapped.&nbsp; He slid his shirt revealing his less muscular, but still far from overweight chest, no other piercings being obvious as he does smiling at his lover.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 06:56:10</strong>
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				Slowly, fascinated by what she is seeing, Sharon starts peeling off her own clothing.&nbsp; First, she unbuttons the blouse, gradually revealing a white, lacy bra.&nbsp; She stands up, trailing the garment over the back of the dining room chair before unbuttoning her pants.&nbsp; Those, too, are eased carefully over the swell of her hips until a pair of pale-pink panties greet the light of day.&nbsp; She hesitates over what to remove next, finally settling on the bra.&nbsp; Her chest is thrust forward a little as she reaches behind her back to unfasten it, releasing a pair of well-formed C-cups.&nbsp; <br><br><em>This doesn't feel like me...</em> she thinks, even as her thumbs hook in the elastic of the panties.&nbsp; <em>How many times did he refill that glass?</em>&nbsp; The thin fabric slid away, leaving her standing completely naked in front of Stan and Philip.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:04:20</strong>
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				Stan shivered as Phillip worked his length fingers tangling into the older man's hair as he moaned softly watching Sharon.&nbsp; Grinning as her body is revealed he purred softly, licking his lips at her form, or maybe at his lover's caress, groaning as Phillip took his length into his mouth, clearly putting at least part of deep into his throat as he did, fingers caressing the naked balls of Stan.&nbsp; "Mmm Sharon, you like watching Phillip suck my cock?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 08:04:29</strong>
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				Stan's reaction puzzles Sharon.&nbsp; <em>No, it's all from Philip - </em>he's<em> the one who's all over his cock...</em> she rationalizes.<br><br>The question catches her a little by surprise. She has to admit Stan looks amazing with the haze of pleasure over his features.&nbsp; She blushes as that admission is translated into words.<br><br>"Yeah - it - it's pretty hot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 08:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phillip sliding the cock out of his mouth slowly then back down deep into his throat eliciting a moan from Stan, is obviously preoccupied, after shivering some Stan smiles at her, "You wanna suck my cock while he fucks me in the ass?"&nbsp; He watches her before amending "The champagnes seems strong tonight, but still..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 17:26:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I - didn't think you'd like that," she says, her eyes fixed on the sight of the two men in front of her.&nbsp; "I mean - I'm not a guy..."&nbsp; She feels a little stupid for saying that - only a blind man could possibly make that mistake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 23:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stan moans softly as Phillip's tongue swirls his shaft, fingers tangling into the other man's hair with a moan "Your not, but I am, and Phillip will be fucking my ass, thats enough to get me off most of the time..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 03:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sharon feels a flush of warmth go through her at that moan.&nbsp; "I could give it a try," she said shakily.&nbsp; "I've - never done anything like this before, though."<br><br>Of course, how many young women <em>could</em> say that they'd been in a three-way with two gay guys?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 06:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stan grins nudging his lover up after another shudder from his lover's caress "Mmm ok..." He moves to lean on to the table his cock still dangling below him, as Phillip undoes his pants moving to tease his member onto the ass of Stan "Get to sucking then Sharon..." he says with jovial wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 07:19:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost like sleepwalking, Sharon finds herself on her knees in front of Stan.&nbsp; She is unnaturally aware of every scent, every taste - the silk-hard feel of his erection parting her lips, and the musky-salt taste of his skin as it slides over her tongue.&nbsp; She tries to imitate what she saw Philip doing, only without the benefit of his practice, she can't take it nearly as deep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 07:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phillip gripped Stan roughly pressing, Sharon can see Phillip's cock sinking into the other man's ass, coupled with cries of delight from Stan, his member twitching lightly in her mouth, not at orgasm, but precum slithering into her mouth.&nbsp; Phillip began thrusting his hips into Stan biting at the other man's neck.<br><br>Stan shivered fingers sliding to caress Sharon's breasts lightly pinching the nipples.&nbsp; "Mmmm thats it....mmmm fuck yes..."&nbsp; He slides his hand to grip her head guiding it further down his length eyes closed, taking it slowly to let her adjust to him as best he can anyway, gasping softly between the thrusts of Phillip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 15:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>What's happening?</em> Sharon thinks, even as Stan's pinches bring her nipples to full attention.&nbsp; She is a bit more clear-headed, but she can't seem to stop licking and sucking at Stan's cock in her mouth.&nbsp; From her current position, all she can see of Philip is the hint of a shape behind Stan, and that's only if she makes an effort to look away from the plane of Stan's stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 04:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stan groans softly figners sliding through her hair "Mmm fuck, turn onto your back Sharon, watch Phillip fuck my ass..." he groans as his lover slams his hips into him, eyes closed tightly as he shivers breathing hard as he does.* "Mmm gods yes...mmm" his moans come out as she slides along his member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 17:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sharon isn't entirely sure how to accomplish what Stan is suggesting.&nbsp; She pulls back from his cock, letting the head slip from between her lips with a soft 'pop', and then lays back with her head underneath the two men's legs and the rest of her body out in front of Stan.<br><br>It is a sight unlike anything she's ever seen, with Philip's shaft disappearing into Stan's body, and his balls swinging against Stan's.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He's going to cum all over me, when he goes,</em> she thinks, but even that thought doesn't manage to break through the fascination.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 17:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stan moaned softly and pushed back against Phillip grinning at him he breathed softly "Onto the floor...mmm Sharon looks tasty." he licked his lips as his lover and him shifted under the table guiding his member to Sharon's mouth as he leaned forward tongue caressing along her belly slowly.&nbsp; He let out a soft moan as he did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 19:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sharon's thoughts were racing as Stan covered her.&nbsp; She took his cock without question, but she was starting to come through the haze and realize that something wasn't the way that it appeared to be.&nbsp; Stan was far to eager to touch her and get her involved, but there was no way to question it now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 20:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stan mmm'd letting his tongue move slowly towards the folds of her labia, tracing the edges of it, as he rocked his hips forward guiding more of himself into her.&nbsp; Phillip continued to move in and out of Stan's ass moaning himself, as his fingers slid to tease Stan's balls as they moved.&nbsp; He watched Sharon languidly as he did moaning softly as picked up the speed of his thrusts into Stan's ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 20:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From this angle, Philip's thrusts were pushing Stan's cock deeper into Sharon's mouth.&nbsp; She was starting to feel a little panic and then she felt the warm touch of Stan's tongue between her own legs.&nbsp; Despite herself - despite the sheer unreasonableness of the situation - she felt a moan vibrate up from her chest, nearly drowning out her more rational thought.<br><br><em>He's gay - why is he acting this way towards me?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 22:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a soft moan Stan's tongue swirls into her puss, probing slowly as Phillip rams himself deeper into Stan groaning as he does one hand slapping the other man's ass roughly "Mmm god I love fucking your ass..." he coos, hips sinking his length into him.<br><br>Stan's body is shaking and trembling so close to his release he is fighting it, though, as he longs to enjoy the sensation of a warm puss in his mouth as his lover abuses his ass.&nbsp; beads of sweat form on his forehead as he fights it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 22:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sharon isn't sure what to think any more.&nbsp; Her legs spread wider, giving Stan more access as she tries to focus on sucking his cock.&nbsp; All the while, she is treated to a view of Phillip's cock mere inches away from her eyes.&nbsp; Stan's skill is surprising to her - especially with her initial impressions of the two men - and she starts to worry about which of them is going to climax first.<br><br>Phillip - who isn't distracted, Stan - who is getting attention from both of them...<br><br>Or herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boarder</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkTide</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 08:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stan let out soft sounds as Phil thrust into him at the same rhythm of Sharon's tongue, his own working her, though its clear he has not long to last.
			</dd>
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