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MaineWriter:
our resident Englishman
belbbmfan:
Colson had finished his cigarette, Gene was shoveling eggs into a serving dish, and Bill was buttering toast by the time a low knock came on the door downstairs. "Get that will ya Gene?" Bill said, bringing the plate of toast over to the table, a couple of warmed biscuits nudged in next to the slices. Gene set down the bowl of eggs and nodded, hopping down the stairs, his usual airy ways gradually returning as he forgot his pout, and Colson heard a distinct squeal as Gene opened the door and let in the fourth person of their breakfast party.
MaineWriter:
Back to that theory, again..."I think we're fallin in love."
mariez:
The first of many massages Colson gives to Ellery:
Right here, Deputy, now roll over,” he ordered, but playfully, sounding pretend-fierce, and knelt next to the long, fragile body as Ellery moved to roll onto his stomach, Colson putting a supporting hand on his shoulder to help him flatten out, then he straddled his narrow hips and picked up the “massage” oil which looked to Colson like some sort of high grade salad oil, but certainly didn’t smell like it. It had a slightly fruity odor, scented in some mysterious way, and he poured a little puddle of it in his palm, then rubbed his hands together till they were warm, then set them on either side of Ellery’s back, rubbing his hands slowly up toward his shoulder blades, pressing gently but firmly, and back down again until he got to the dimples at the bottom of his spine and spread his fingers out, gripping his hipbones and sliding his hands firmly over the muscles of his ass, pressing down more firmly against the denser, fuller flesh. His lover’s body, now still, though long-boned, seemed fragile and delicate to his hard hands with their powerful muscles and thicker bones.
Ellery let out a long, contented sigh. “Man, this is better than that ten dollar an hour massage parlor up on Center Street. Yer cuter than them girls, too.”
MaineWriter:
One of the "light offerings" on the menu at the Red Stallion
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