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At age forty, Joan Davies managed to marry well and become known in
local circles as a chic, society lady who also practiced astrology. Using
her artful skills as entertainment (or benefit) for certain favoured friends
and guests mostly; invitations to her Friday night social gatherings were
much sought after within her upscale peer group.
A respected member of society, she always tried to present the occult
in a more professional manner. Quite the never-ending battle, one of her
younger male friends once mused.
An attractive 18-year-old with rich blond hair and pointed sarcasm -
commenting about all the so-called 'psychics', proud faggots and assorted
screwballs they were seeing into the occult these days.
Her elfin-faced Scorpio friend wasn't talking about his own motorcycle
riding cohorts, of course. He was talking about Stallion Freddy and his
tribe of openly gay, live-in boyfriends.
Coming from a prosperous local family, Fred Majowski found success on
his own as an author, business person and new-age vegan guru. Despite having
an active, well cultivated mind and masculine good looks, most of the people
who patronized their favourite occult hang-out didn't like Stallion Freddy
very much.
It certainly wasn't because the man was gay, Joan Davies felt sure
about that. Within her upscale peer group, it was mostly understood that
one's sexual orientation was not a topic for hasty judgement.
She always sensed something dark and sinister about the man - even
though the gay stallion always treated her politely. Stallion Freddy's
strong opinions and vegan dogma alienated many whenever other astrologers
got together.
Yet the fellow had certain allies, the gay stallion must have been a
charmer, Joan mused. His ability to seduce the legal-age cute, emerging gay
tarts was remarkable.
Robust young bucks who somehow vaulted from their broken lives to
settle down inside Fred Majowski's mansion in the far suburbs. It certainly
made for quite the mixture whenever new-age people got together, over
alcohol and astrology jargon, you could say.
Joan's elfin-faced Scorpio rascal had this wonderfully sarcastic sense
of humour, a quality you rarely seen in the occult. And his pointed brand of
wit was often appreciated - somebody had to challenge Stallion Freddy over
his righteous brand of vegan dogma.
But lately, her spirited young buck was beginning to invite his
hard-drinking biker buddies into her beloved occult party scene. Joan
really didn't feel comfortable about that, but she also hated to confront a
friend about anything. Most Libras were like that, she decided.
Libra was the sign of the scales and balance, after all. Didn't
Scorpio blondie boy remark once that Libras were 'wishy washy' because of
that? As an astrologer she laughed about it, but resolved to confront her
wayward male rascal about his dubious choice in friends anyway.
Maybe she could wean him away from his motorcycle riding buddies
somehow, a different kind of sexual partner might. As astrologer, Joan
Davies even predicted it, an important romantic relationship for him coming
up.
Maybe she should introduce her handsome teenage buck to one of her
middle aged, high heeled diva friends. Some chic but compelling older woman
who'd appreciate a virile young male - and easily tame him between lusty
bedsheets!
A dominating but worldly older gal could probably pull her little
blond-haired rascal away from the edgy biker crowd. Joan could even do
something about that tonight. There were plans to make, people to
invite......
Later on, that evening......
What Joan Davies first noticed when she answered her door was a
youthful endearing face, a cosmic soul mate. A spirited young buck she knew
interested in astrology and witty enough to make her laugh about it.
Tonight also happened to be the night of her usual Tarot card reading
and occult discussion group, just a party really, but all her curious but
jaded uptown lady friends had asked about the kid.
That almost cute eighteen-year-old guy looking back at her with his
same elfin-faced smile, looking a bit more sheepish today, Joan Davies
decided. His lips had this rosy tinge of embarrassment, a softer peach
colored face looking both happy and dazed as if he was on drugs today.
Her spirited little blond male buck must have been out tom-catting the
past few days, Scorpio boyfriend must have gotten stoned, marijuana
probably. Which was a logical reason why she hadn't heard from her favourite
wayward rascal in awhile.
Been out getting stoned with his pals from the motorcycle posse,
either that or he found some slut from the tavern to shack up with. She
usually found his male tomcat antics amusing for some reason.
His longish blond hair hadn't been cut in awhile, but today it was
fashioned in this chic feminine topknot, like a saucy chick in a 1980's
ponytail style.
Her favoured rascal and party boy was looking silly as a perky college
girl in front of her door tonight - wearing skimpy lavender shorts and a
black halter top cross-strapped girly around his neck.
Quite the leggy femme lover-boy standing dazed at her door with coral
pink colored toenails flexing nervously atop platform sandals, the upscale
ladies at her little get-together were certainly amused.
Joan blinked again while her high-heeled society lady cohorts began
giggling like schoolgirls with drinks in hand - all cheerfully amused by the
antics of her naughty-ass teen-age friend, their latest party guest.
It had to be some prank, that's what her friends decided with jaded
laughter, but what the practicing astrologer noticed next made the blood
drain from her face. Seeing her occult nemesis, Fred Majowski standing
confidently as if lying in wait among the shadows.
He looked dangerous, Joan thought with a shiver of emotional angst.
Stallion Freddy appeared rather imposing stepping up into the light, wide
chest muscles expanding over a white polo shirt:
"Hello Joanie." Stallion Freddy remarks cheerfully while coming nearer
to explain. He was smiling in a more relaxed way than she remembered before,
an over the edge darker aura.
"Me and the boy were running around together in your neighbourhood
tonight. Oh, where do we begin?" He smirks confidently in the emerging
light like a cat that just swallowed a canary.
"Anyway, this Scorpio rascal we both know, my boyfriend must be dying
to chat astrology and catch up on what's happening with you." "It's
you!??" Joan Davies gasped in surprise, looking harder at her youthful
friend, the blondie boy so made over in lavender shorts and platform
sandals.
Finally she understood the sexual dynamics at work, hoping against
hope it was all some teen-age prank but knowing it wasn't. That arrogant but
magnetic occult demon had made yet another sexual conquest.
"It's us, Joanie." Stallion Freddy soothed, confident strong warrior
hands already massaging the prize. Femme styled Scorpio boy begins nodding
while the dominant new-age lover strokes firm, tight spandex shorts wickedly
from behind.
"You predicted it, Joanie!" Made over Scorpio boyfriend exclaimed
silly with enthusiasm, turning his manicured hands around to caress Stallion
Freddy's solid chest muscles. "You told me there was a serious relationship
in my future - we just never realized it HAD to be Freddy! Isn't that just
something wild?"
Joan mumbled something about coming inside. It was a complement; any
kind of astrologer enjoyed hearing positive feedback about her predictive
skills. She watched as her sophisticated urban peers positioned themselves
around that arrogant gay stallion in her living room.
Instantly, top-knotted ponytail blondie curled up sitting on the floor
beside Stallion Freddy's feet, shapely smooth boyfriend thighs and girly
sandals draped besides his ultra-dominant sexual partner in romantic
submission.
Joan tried to remember certain aspects of blondie boy's astrology
chart, wondering about indications of him being gay. She knew that an outer
planet, namely Pluto had moved over into the relationship sector of his
horoscope. Her once favoured male tomcat was certainly due for romantic
complications - but no astrologer could foresee this!
"Barbie boy decided to hang out at the new-age bookstore in order to
meet and seduce the young ladies." Somebody inside the social circle remarks
as gossip, "Anyway the little skirt-chasing party boy ends up as Stallion
Freddy's latest little bedroom buddy. Can you believe it?"
Like many others inside her social circle at the occult bookstore,
Joan Davies merely noticed those two in basic personality clashes. Yet,
despite heated verbal exchanges and arguments, those two were actually
chatty acquaintances in the occult party scene.
Just another pretty boy made over to please the great stallion now,
falling too far into forbidden love, romantic surrender and way out of his
league; Joan imagined all those blossoming gay hearts Stallion Freddy must
have crushed along the way.
Her once brash and sassy, independent minded male buck actually took
the time to learn astrology, her favoured hobby and ancient craft. Yea, that
adorable good-humoured youth took advantage of his newly learned occult
skills to charm and seduce the prettier girls, who could blame him?
He was a Scorpio, after all, and there were so many good-looking but
vulnerable women interested in the occult. Somehow, Joan resented that
arrogant occult know-it-all, thinking about her once spirited, fun-loving
Scorpio friend sitting cute-ass femme and pretty beside the great stallion's
feet.
That most magnificent of forbidden sexual partners with his lean
muscular frame and classic 'greek god' aura of magnetic indifference;
Somehow Stallion Freddy managed to impel the better looking male tarts into
his jaded but lusty world of romantic adventure.
Joan felt certain her made-over, femme styled young buck was feeling
alive in a passionate way she could barely imagine. Freddy's confident,
handsome face appeared both satisfied and annoyed at the same time, looking
down on his most submissive boyfriend ever.
That ultra-dominant master/lover sitting happily on top, his steely
dark eyes were looking serious even as he smiled. She imagined her former
skirt-chasing Scorpio friend as captured in battle, Freddy's mean gay love
pole making another home for itself in jubilant penetration.
That adorable made-over femme wearing skin-tight lavender shorts and
platform sandals, blue eyes lashing up to that most dominant of occult
lovers as she watched.
Sexual surrender to that magnetic, older buff cover hunk who happens
to be strong and gay, her favourite fun-loving male tart wishing nothing
more than becoming Stallion Freddy's romantic slave.
"They do look right for each other." One of Joan's high-heeled diva
friends muses by giggling. "So how are you two lovebirds getting
along?" Another lady asks the wickedly dominant sexual partner directly.
Most of Joan's upscale party patrons noticed when Freddy caressed his
sweetly submissive lover-boy on the head, smiling and making comment: "This
pixie-faced rascal is already causing trouble with the rest of my boys - by
constantly claiming me as his one and only! Isn't that cute?"
While Freddy confided inside the party circle, his leggy in sandals
femme tart begins to smirk teen-age naughty amused while inching closer on
the carpet to listen to his master's voice.
Dangling female earrings and ponytail nodding silly as Freddy
detailed his girly teen-age antics. "This one is always dressing up now as
this hot-ass queen so all my other friends can see he belongs to me. Irene
wants this one to be shown off as if we were already mated in front of them
too!"
"And the sexual competition keeps getting madder by the minute." Joan
surmised to Freddy almost knowingly. "Scorpio boyfriends can feel very
insecure at times."
"He's always kissy close and personal the moment my other boys are
able to see, always wanting to camp his sweet butt on top of my mean horny
lap - and smiling like he did something bad!"
"I hate them boys!" Ponytail blondie stands up enraged to complain, a
rather frustrated femme standing leggy tall atop platform sandals. "The
minute you're not around to see, them guys are always ganging up on me.
I try to be nice but there's always one of them who'll be grabbing at
my shorts from behind, you know? Your muscle boyz Freddy! Snapping the
waistband back on my ass just to tease me!"
Freddy's live-in tribe of openly gay, vegan muscle boys must have been
feeling threatened lately, Joan Davies mused watching the sexual dynamics at
play. Robust male bucks seething with resentment just seeing it, that
emerging gay tart that used to party macho with the bikers and pretend he
was bad.
Lover boy in nylons and girly sandals never imagined all the fierce
rival boyfriend intimidation tactics awaiting him, of course. This
cross-dressing blondie in sandals wanting to sexually entice his newly
beloved Stallion Freddy away - by boldly invading their turf!
"There, there.." The hard bodied handsome gay stallion soothed, a
confident warrior/lover already pulling lavender boyfriend shorts closer
into his strong romantic orbit. "They always play a little rough with the
newest one in the pack. They wouldn't do it if they didn't like ya."
"You should hear the names they call me, Freddy. Names like 'Astrology
chart Barbie' and 'Tranny slut Barbie'...And your big muscle boys like to
stand around me in a circle and push me around - telling me to 'suck, Fuck
or Fight!"
"I still think my boyfriends should get along." Freddy chuckles as if
in dismissal, ultra dominant hands already petting his high strung lover boy
closer into submission.
"Doesn't get along with others." The wickedly in control ramrod lover
decides to grade, "other than that my pretty virgin cherry-boy seems eager
to change his ways in order to please me."
"I take care of my body now, Joanie." Totally reformed Scorpio blondie
happily sits down on Freddy's knobby hard lap to make a point. Tight-ass
lavender shorts parked on the strong horn of his lusty ramrod lover to
report:
"Like my Freddy Bear takes me to his health food store to work and
learn about natural foods and stuff. I'm not into getting stoned anymore and
try to eat all the right foods now, you know?"
Joan shuddered; watching this glossy in love look on blondie boy's
face, how many times had she noticed such dazed adoring looks before?
Tight-ass boyfriend shorts perched atop Freddy's angry hard lap, just
another romantic victim she saw with visions of love in their lashing long
eyes.
An obedient sexual partner listening as the wickedly dominant one
scolds: "Yea, you could be my vegetarian buddy from now on - but the fact
remains that you're way too sassy and rebellious to fit in. Not a good
attitude to have and I'm afraid it's setting a bad example to the other
boys."
"I'm sorry Freddy." "Sure, sure....You can apologize all you want
my pretty macho sugar bunny." The muscular handsome, totally butch gay
stallion adds: " But I'm really worried about how you've been getting along
with the rest of my boys. You're not very popular with them and it appears
you seldom even try to get along. I may be forced to cut you loose, you can
see we have a problem, right?"
Freddy was totally in command here as Joan Davies and her upscale,
occult-minded party guests could merely watch. Seeing made-over femme, nylon
boyfriend thighs resisting removal while squirming in the gay stallion's
arrogant, strong-arm grasp.
"Freddy don't....NO! I'll be getting along with everyone better from
now on, you'll see." Moist teardrops began to appear across a mascara tinged
boyfriend face, a once hard-boiled and independent minded youth openly
sobbing.
This formerly rogue male in tight ass lavender, spandex shorts
wiggling suggestively in rebellion - resisting eviction atop the gay
stallion's knobby hard warrior lap.
"I'll charm the pants off your boys so they'll really like me, I will
Freddy! I'll be so very good for you - I promise!!!" Dancing ass blondie
boy in sandals so easily manhandled, with nylon sleek knees already on the
floor.
Everyone could only watch as very much-subdued male tart began to
surrender whatever was left of his manhood to this very different kind of
sexual partner.
"Remember that first weekend when we laughed in bed together?" This
weepy frazzled, emotionally spend cross-dressing youth was reduced to
begging now. Pleading his romantic cause before this ultra-dominant,
forbidden lover and in total teenage anguish.
"You said then we needed to become a matched set like boy and girl. I
wanna become an important part of your life - Freddy!" A very much
subdued new-age boyfriend already pushed off his favourite romantic perch,
away from roosting atop Stallion Freddy's angry hard, warrior lap.
That most dominant of forbidden lovers just shrugs to the rest like
some embarrassed parent, speaking to the others about the emotional
pitfalls. How many times did those 'unequal male power relationships' happen
in his lifetime?" Freddy muses while idly stroking captured boyfriend hair.
It wasn't that unusual, the great stallion lamented. Such romantic
entanglement often occurred while acting as some young person's 'older
mentor', acting as some sort of 'spiritual guide' to a younger initiate.
Freddy shrugs as if wasn't such a big deal and laughs, playfully
stroking girly styled ponytail hair, those golden locks of silky blonde hair
easily falling into submission atop his arrogant hard lap.
Joan thought it particularly revealing when she heard the great
stallion laugh about his most complete sexual conquest ever, making comment
about having such a silly 'tag-along' friend. That once brash and sassy
rogue male who wouldn't leave him and his (mostly gay) friends alone.
"Finally, Irene decided to step in," The gay stallion chuckles at such
rich irony: The stern grey-haired crone who blondie boy once dismissed as
nothing but a 'Fag-Hag' - was helping him as Freddy's latest adorable male
tart!
Teaching him 'a few lifestyle and social skills', it was explained, so
a certain edgy radical lover boy could 'meet the proper someone' who'd want
him as a friend.
Definitely old business, Joan Davies surmised as her upscale party
guest watched. It must have annoyed her confused in forbidden lust, young
male buck no end; feeling emotionally trapped inside Stallion Freddy's gay
gym rat posse of sexual rivals.
Just another romantic victim she'd seen inside her new-age social
circle, another cute-ass male tart that just so happened to find that
arrogant occult know-it-all, gay stallion irresistible.
To be continued.....
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