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"I KNOW he's one of THEM, Allan." Joan Davies remarked to me at the
occult bookstore party knowingly.
'Stone Child' is what his older, bearded buddies in the motorcycle posse
called him. With his longish, rich blond hair and cute elfin face, that
18-year-old youth seldom lacked for female attention.
Joan Davies was one of our more respected astrologers, a forty-something
chic, society lady who always tried to present the occult in a more
respectable manner.
Invitations to her regular, Friday night astrology chart readings (and
party) were much sought after in our local, new-age community. Blondie
boy often attended her wine and cheese parties because it was a perfect
avenue for him to meet and seduce available young women.
There were so many good looking but vulnerable females attracted into
the occult. You could say that learning the proper astrology jargon put
that kid far along on the road to sexual adventure. Too bad for him the
goddess of alternate love had other plans.
Another character in our occult-minded universe also attended our
beloved, new-age party circuit. Fred Majowski was often seen there with
his entourage, his live-in circle of like-minded, legal age vegan pals.
Did I mention the man was gay?
Although blessed with masculine good looks, muscular well toned body,
and active well cultivated mind; most patrons of our favourite occult
bookstore resented his arrogant, know-it-all attitude.
With a mellow voice and almost commanding mystic aura of authority, the
gay stallion seemed to enjoy his openly gay circle of like-minded
groupies.
Restless male muscle tarts out of Freddy's pack, those athletic boys
>from the ballet school looked so gorgeous; blondie boy just ended up
being the slice of ham between their whole wheat bread. Putting on girly
nylons and footwear and becoming so female decadent in their midst,
joining their openly gay tribal culture.
I told Joan Davies that Stallion Freddy and his occult ally, the Fag-Hag
already pushed our blond haired rascal out of the gay closet days before
she knew about it.
It happened at this vegetarian restaurant that Stallion Freddy owned,
that emerging blondie femme who paid a price for intruding on the Fag-
Hag's world in search of romantic adventure.
Joan mentioned to me that the vegan male muscle tarts inside Stallion
Freddy's tribe resented the kid. But I reminded her that it seldom took
more than a few days - to make the latest romantic hopeful willing to do
the other, high-strung and insecure lover boys.
So, our (formerly wild) macho, motorcycle riding youth must still be
into male bonding these days - this time with the healthy and handsome,
gay vegan stud boys inside his new-age peer group.
Darling new male buddies as sexual partners for ponytail blondie to suck
up to, like male models in an underwear catalogue, a creamy horn of
plenty for his lips to enjoy!
There appeared to be this eerie perfumed cloud hanging over our beloved,
occult bookstore today. Two formerly macho boy tarts from the motorcycle
tribe were into wearing the tightest of female exercise outfits now.
Ponytail blondie and this 17 year old youth with longish brown hair and
an endearing, little boy handsome 'Beaver Cleaver' kind of face; both
were strutting about on opposite sides of the room in tight-ass shorts.
Jaded male cross-dressers coming out to smile and flirt on girly sandals
- in a party filled with robust, openly gay teen stud boys!
Now we were seeing our lovely, blond-haired girly tart hooking up with
Stallion Freddy's lusty black queen. Coming inside to trail his radical,
ebony she/he goddess with the musical tap of female high heels.
Filly is a looker, with bronzed dark skin and solid muscular torso. A
strong-arm Negro she male, Filly first noticed blondie boy's leather-
clad, motorcycle riding ass when that pretty ass punk was still into
seducing the ladies.
Today the former macho tart was squirming his pink spandex tail behind
his lusty black beauty and smiling rosy soft lips to almost everyone.
Carrying Filly's purse and other baggage and not seeming to mind at all.
"He must have been ripe for a fall, attracting a strong-arm cross-
dressing boyfriend like Filly." The Fag-Hag considered herself as some
kind of priestess of alternate romance. Once a fashion model now aging
gracefully, she managed to marry well and become rich due to early
widowhood.
She was a grey-haired lady who dressed in tweeds and wore a Druid cloak,
it was rumoured that the woman was a leader in this coven of frustrated
suburban witches.
The Fag-Hag used to complain about 'passive aggressive females' who
gathered upon our beloved, new-age party scene. She also used to
complain about blondie boy's drunken teen-age antics.
Thanks to macho male tarts like him, the ruffians in his motorcycle
posse became aware of the many opportunities for alcoholic seduction.
The 17 year old, brown haired youth had already whipped blondie boy's
pansy ass in a real cat-fight. Danny and 'Stone Child' both came from
the same urban neighbourhood went to the same schools together and rode
motorcycles in the same gang.
Now both were sexual playmates in competition - over the same wickedly
endowed ramrod lover!
Unlike radical cross-dressing ponytail blondie, Danny's relationship
with the gay stallion was more cerebral. The two actually shared the
same interests and Danny began to be attracted to the man and his
lifestyle.
The Fag-Hag certainly took notice when that curiously aroused brown-
haired tart began drifting away from his usual macho pals and begin
learning new-age lore at the gay stallion's feet.
Danny's own sexual fantasy love god was into this new-age lifestyle to
make a difference - and Danny's dazzled boyfriend heart yearned to
become a part of it.
"My Freddy is assisting those two with their sexual identity and
addiction issues." The Fag-Hag explained to us. Two handsome and
independently minded male bucks who once enjoyed drinking with the boys
and seducing the ladies - now submissive playmates for their very own
wickedly endowed ramrod lover.
The remarkable thing about it all was that neither one of them appeared
to mind, dressing up like one of those silly suburban chicks they both
used to nail!
"It could have taken ages for a Wiccan elder like me to find the proper
consort for my Freddy." The Fag-Hag mused to the both of us, 'then I
noticed both of those male scamps treating me rudely. "Didn't Stallion
Freddy and his mate become bonded together in your mating ceremony?"
Joanie must have known that the ring ceremony the Fag-Hag performed was
mostly symbolic, a new-age rite done with her blessing under her
favourite Druid tree.
The Filly for the Stallion and all that, performing this karmic reunion
for the both of them. It had to be understood that Stallion Freddy also
had the right to pursue his other sexual needs.
"Yes Joanie?" The Fag-Hag answered with a disinterested, 'so what?'
attitude. "We did agree on a ring ceremony, and as Freddy's karmic mate,
Filly has the right to check out the new guys. Even Freddy's own queen
bee has sexual needs, Joan Davies." The witchy-on-steroids lady scolds
patiently.
The Fag-Hag positively cackled that Filly was a secret admirer on
blondie boy's (formerly macho) leather-clad motorbike riding ass long
before those two ever hooked up.
A sage Afro-Amazon warrior queen who understood: it only took some kinky
sexual gymnastics in order to change everything. A gentle form of rape
and that silly blond-haired tart would be willing to do anything -
obeying whatever his new strong-arm boyfriend told him!
By now we were watching as some the Goth girls at our new-age party hear
disco music and begin shaking their hips. Stallion's black warrior mate
with his flexing powerful arms was already pulling ponytail blondie on
to the dance floor.
His shorts and sandals wearing bitch with that Goldilocks aura of dainty
femininity. The muscular black beauty begins shaking strong manicured
hands in control of ponytail blondie's soft, submissive tail.
This dancing ass ebony she/he was wearing this kilted skirt - and
sporting 'her' robust, tent-like male erection. Blondie in sandals also
begins getting into the humping gymnastics, grinding against stiff
boyfriend genitals.
Everyone must have known that wickedly aroused black warrior princess
was helping himself to all the sexual favours his blondie bitch had
advertised.
Once the music and dancing stops, the Goth girls stand together to
announce: "And the most accurate astrology chart prediction for this
month...belongs to...Joan Davies!"
"Oh my!" was all the forty-something society matron and astrologer could
manage to say while the rest of us begin honouring her with applause.
"Take a bow, Joanie." This cute looking Goth girl named Claire adds:
"For being the very first one to predict that this little blond haired
rascal would be seriously hooked up - and soon!"
Claire is another new-age vegan, a Goth girl with pale facial skin and
dark make-up. She's a seventeen-year-old babe who happens to dabble in
witchcraft, with a curvy figure underneath her dark medieval aura.
Blondie boy often used to try on his charm and astrology jargon in these
lame efforts to seduce her ass.
"That's not right." Joan Davies complains weakly to the Fag-Hag. "I
looked at that boy's chart and predicted a serious relationship with a
girl - but YOU was the only astrologer to actually predict a BOYFRIEND!"
"Boyfriend....girlfriend, Does it REALLY MATTER, Joanie?" The Fag-Hag
positively cackles in reply. "The main thing is that our pretty little
blondie rascal is truly in love - and in a VERY SERIOUS relationship to
boot. YOU were the very first one to predict THAT, Joan Davies. We
should let Filly decide what kind of lover he really is for our boy,
n'est ce pas?"
As if on cue, Filly decides to bring his ponytail femme over to us and
chat. This solidly built Afro queen wearing spiked heel, mid calf black
leather boots, providing his cue ass blondie in sandals such strong
romantic escort.
A clatter of heels clip-clopping nearer as we notice the lover boy
looking so leggy femme, strutting about in this exotic sheen of dark
nylons.
Filly seemed the one clearly in control with confident ebony, manicured
hands steering blondie boy's firm, pink spandex shorts completely from
behind.
"Are you the boyfriend or the girlfriend?" The Fag-Hag quizzes the
muscular black queen directly, having this witchy cackle of amusement.
"Joanie over here has decided her predictive skills are unworthy." This
witchy-on-steroids old crone muses. "She thinks it was understood that
she meant a girlfriend when she seen a serious relationship in his
future, n'est ce pas?" "So, my question for you is: Are you a boyfriend
or the girlfriend?"
"You predicted a relationship for my PET, Joanie." Filly coos while his
blondie in sandals perks up at once, a blond-haired pussy cat feeling
this affectionate pat across the butt cheeks.
"A relationship can mean a PET, right?" His dominant black queen
decides, holding his submissive love-pet by the waist from behind.
"Sure, this pretty blond-haired pussy cat started out coming to this
occult bookstore only to pick up on the girls." Filly admits in cheerful
explanation, his dark manicured hands already making a circle around his
shorts and sandals wearing femme from behind, a rather strong bear hug.
"But that's still kinda cool, CUZ if he didn't - I'd a never gotten to
own such a lovely little PET!"
"See, Joan Davies?" The Fag-Hag nods to Filly in agreement.
"Relationships can mean so many different things, boyfriend, girlfriend
or pet: You predicted a real relationship for the lad, so take a bow and
accept the honour - for being a pretty good astrologer, we mean."
"Filly always knew I wasn't LIKE THEM other boys, Joanie." Ponytail
blondie explains happily to the woman who once invited him to her
parties in order to meet the ladies. "Knew what?"
"That I'd be doing stuff, you know?" Filly's submissive, elfin-faced
blondie cross-dresser remarks teen-age sassy proud, nodding to the rest
of us with rosy wider, red painted lips.
His neon pink, girly shorts become romantically excited,,,. by swinging
to and fro - still in the grasp of confident black manicured hands.
Pumping ass cheeks in agreement to Filly's skirted, tent-like male
erection >from behind as the rest of us watch.
"You Got your tongue pierced." Joan Davies remarks to dancing ass,
ponytail blondie almost in accusal.
"PET darling." BLondie boy's strong-arm black mistress coos. "Open that
lovely mouth of yours wide so our friends can see. That wonderful knob
polisher me and my life mate, Stallion Freddy bought for you."
Filly's determined dark, manicured hands were in control again, coaxing
blondie boy's pouty femme lips wider as instructed. She smiled when his
radical, submissive pierced tongue opened wider for us to see.
Decorated with this silver metallic, moon shaped stud and pin attached
to it, the obedient little PET only nods as Filly remarks: "It helps our
pet when it comes to performing oral sex, Freddy says. We know a GOOD
PET loves to show affection by licking his mistress.."
"Because Filly loves to cream me!" Ponytail blondie just had to crow.
Saying Filly's name as if his black mistress had this exotic romantic
flavour. Like a morsel of dark chocolate that melts so tasty on the
tongue, the natural by-product for him while performing oral sex.
Blondie in sandals begins speaking giddy in 'her' soprano voice to
speak, and 'her' favourite topic is (of course) 'Filly this' and 'Filly
that'
A mostly smug and satisfied teen-age femme, now giddy in relationship
triumph. As in: The ONLY ONE allowed to occupy this perch besides the
master's bed. A romantic hot spot to frolic, in between Stallion Freddy
on the bed with his creamy, delicious warrior queen.
"A GOOD PET waits for commands in OUR bedroom." Could Filly's own oral
sex pet be more obvious? A romantic surrender as in forever for his very
own shorts and sandals wearing, new-age cum-slut; So far advanced beyond
those other vegan muscle boys.
Mean and jealous faggots always working out in the gym, goosing 'her'
spandex tail. Always challenging our most fortunate bedroom camper to;
'Suck, fuck or fight!
Filly's cute ass, submissive love pet was still talking about sex as if
he was just another one of the macho boys.
His much wider red painted lips crowing naughty ass proud about doing it
too: a romantic conquest for him - just by sucking off Stallion Freddy's
well-hung black queen!
The end
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