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[Jan. 11th, 2005|11:34 pm] |
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Ah friends, we fess up. T'was us all along, Alden, Jaime, and Spicholas. Writing these stories gave us something to stroke to during those long hours through the open americas.The ride was good, and the sexual satisfaction was better. But now that the band has broken up- and officially, it has- now that the time to "get known" has cum and gone, we may as well end the charade and "get real":
We had sex with many of you underage ladie'z', and you were all virgins.
Not anymore.
Laura, the reason the sex was so bad is because you don't have a pulse. And fucked like a bag of rocks.
In addition, Jessie, you are very inexperienced in the ways of love. It showed. Take pride in your body, and lose some weight.
Dereck, no teeth!!!!! :$ :$ :$
Would have been better if you weren't so circumsized.
Angelo, Once i ran my fingers through your hair and came up with pomade. I (Nicholas) found this appealing, because I am a spic.
After we shared some "meatballs" and "spaghetti" just like "mom" used to "make".
What I mean is we teabagged.
Also, I, Spicholas, once made love to a pot of blood,
Future projects: Penis Piercings! Neck Tatttoos! DNA tests!
Remember us as an unchained melody.
keep sweet!!!
Tuff Nick! |
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[Oct. 11th, 2004|09:37 pm] |
"Gosh Nick, this pseudo-science stuff sure is fascinating!"
"Thats where you're wrong Alden", Jamie scoffed, "real men like us are into car maintenance and deep sea diving."
"I don't know about that, Jaime." Alden said coyly, while eyeing Nick's Tesla Switch, a brightly lit metallic dildo sitting complacently next to Jaime in the backseat.
"Anyways, guys", Nick continued, "Whitley Strieber, UFO expert will be there! I have a few questions I'd like to ask him, questions like: 'Can I explore YOUR unknown country, Whitley?"
"Oh Nick! You're such a handful!" Jaime laughingly exclaimed, while reaching over to stroke the smooth smooth warm skin on his friend's neck.
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Hours melted away as the boys drove west towards the parched desert, in search of the conspiracy theory convention in which Whitley would be attending. The three took turns driving (and burrowing their faces in each others laps!) to make the journey go faster. However with the sun poised to set, 20 minutes until sundown, smoke began to billow from beneath the hood of the tour van. They pulled over and gathered around to investigate. Jaime, the bravest of the three shielded Nick and Alden from the unknown dangers of the engine.
"Hold on you two, I have a feeling that this'll be hotter than cherry motion lotion on Nicholas's loins."
"I donno Jaime, that's pretty hot!"
Jaime cast a lust-filled sidelong-glance towards his cohorts.
"I know dammit. I know", and before another word was said, ripped off his extra small american apparel shirt, revealing his bronzed diminutive figure, echoing greek gods before him.
I dont really know where I'm going with this. To be continued, I guess. I think I want it to end with an orgy similar to Wizard of Oz, with Whitley Strieber speaking into a microphone behind a screen and commanding the Unicorns to anally probe each other. |
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| The Unicorns cleverly evade The Clap |
[May. 28th, 2004|01:55 am] |
"I'm not sure about this..." said Alden hesitantly as they entered. They were standing in the threshold of Madame Beauvoir's caberet, the local brothel in their hometown of Montreal.
"Come on," said Dan, giving him a rough slap on the back, "If these girls don't turn you straight, then nothing will!" He flicked the ashes from his cuban cigar onto the floor, then replaced the wet end in his mouth, gripping it with his large teeth.
"But... I've never... with a..." Nick stammered.
"Don't worry, son. These ladies will learn you the ways of love." Dan laughed heartily. Upon hearing that familiar roar, Madame Beauvoir approached them. She was an ample woman, a suprisingly youthful fifty, endowed with large breasts that peaked over the tight grasp of her low-cut corset.
"Ah, back again, are we Monsieur Seligman. Zees is ze third time zees week! My my, your appetite is voracious!" Madame exclaimed in her coquettish French accent. Dan merely threw her a sharp toothy grin and chuckled to himself quietly.
"And who 'ave we 'ere?" she inquired, looking Jamie, Nick and Alden up and down, her red painted lips curled into a tight smile, her eyes resting on the slight bulges in their ever-so-tight trousers.
"These are my boys," Dan responded, "They've never been with a woman before, and I want you and your girls to show them a thing or two."
"Ah, Monsieur. You 'ave come to just ze right place. But first, I will have to take some measurements," she said. She lined them up shoulder to shoulder, and with a skillful hand firmly grasped each of them between the legs, kneading slightly with her delicate hand, judging, based on length and girth, which of her girls would be a perfect fit for each of them. The boys' cheeks each flushed crimson in turn, and they looked at each other longingly, seeking help, seeking any kind of way out from their impending predicament.
"Oui, oui, oui..." Madame murmured to herself, "For you," she pointed to Jamie, "Suzanne. And for you," motioning to Nick, "Jeannette. And lastly, for ze little one..." She thought for a moment. "Marie."
She gave them each a key with a number on it.
"And who will Monsieur Seligamn require ze services of today?" she asked. Dan dropped his cigar butt to the floor and crunched it out with his toe.
"Give me something with titties and a pulse. Actually, better make it two," he growled.
"But of course," said Madame, and imparted the last key.
As they walked along the richly decorated corridor, scantily clad girls of all sizes passed them, their rich, full bosoms in full bloom straining against their tight brasieres, or sometimes unbound and in full view. A young redhead pinched Jamie's firm buttocks, and a group of passing girls laughed as they watched him redden. He leaned over to Nick.
"I can't do this!" he whispered softly, below the detection of Dan's keen hearing. "I have eyes only for you. Well, you and Alden, of course."
"I know," Nick whispered back, "there must be some way out of this..." He glanced over at Alden, who was furiously shielding his eyes against the passing show of pink flesh.
"Wait! I know!" Jamie exclaimed, "When your girls come into the room, tell them that you want them to wash up first. Then, while they're in the bathroom, steal their clothing as a disguise. Once you're ready, sneak out and meet me in room..." Jamie looked at his key. He drew in a sharp breath. "Sixty-nine."
Nick nodded silently in assent. He whispered the plan into Alden's ear and watched a delicious, devious smile spread across his full lips. It was all set.
"Well, here's my stop," said Dan, looking from his key to the door. "I'll see you boys in an hour. Heh heh heh." He licked his lips. As he opened the door, the boys heard the squeals of young female voices.
"Ooh... the Danager! Me first!"
"No, me first!"
"Settle down there, ladies. There's enough of me to go around." And with that the door was abruptly shut.
Nick, Jamie and Alden went their respective rooms, and sat on the king sized beds, full of nervous anticipation. Would their plan work? Would they be found out? Time would soon tell. The knock came at Nick's door first.
"Come in?" he squeaked.
Standing at the door was a slim brunette with long bangs swept over her dark brown eyes. She was wearing a black silk push-up bra with matching French-cut panties, a lace garter belt holding up silk black stockings and black stiletto heels.
"Salut, cherie," she said, leaning against the doorway, giving Nick a sultry, pouty look.
"Hi..." Nick stammered. There was an awkward silence. She looked down at her breasts, as if to make sure they were still there, after gauging his apparent disinterest. Somewhat unsettled, she began to undress.
"Yes, yes," Nick said, awkwardly encouraging her. "That's very nice." But all he could think about was getting out of the room, into the arms of his skillful lovers; the only ones who knew how to play him just right. He thought of how attentively alden looked up at him with his sterling eyes as he masterfully took the length of his throbbing erection into his wet, pink mouth. Or how Jamie, despite the enormity of his long, think cock, could slide it in as if it were meant to be there, gently, and tenderly, fucking him at just the right pace and vigor to make him come, sobbing with torrential bursts of ecstasy. He could hardly wait.
Suzanne was undressed, and gliding in a slow, predatory motion towards him.
"Wait! Wait!" Nick exclaimed, backing away. "Before we start, there's just one thing I want you to do!"
Meanwhile, Alden waited in his room. The tension was so think you could cut it with a knife. He longed for time to pass quickly. "But Alas," he thought to himself, "What exactly does time denote? Is it not a continuum that exists, despite the demarcation imposed by sentient recognition? Am I powerless against chronological persistence which holds me immobile against the fabric of mortality?" Suddenly, a knock at the door. Marie entered, a small, doe-like creature with wide, bright eyes and an extremely fragile, feminine frame. She wore a white g-string beneath a translucent white lace nightgown. Her curly locks were golden blonde.
"Monsieur Gingembre? May I come in?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes, yes," Alden replied, "Please do."
Feeling somewhat sorry for the poor creature, Alden attempted to engage in some light-hearted conversation with her, but quickly persuaded her to disrobe and wash up. While she was in the washroom, he slipped the delicate garment up his smooth body, feeling the luxury of the fine fabric against his bare skin, which gave him a painful hard-on. He then contained his excitement beaneath Marie's tiny white g-string, which fit him perfectly, aside from his erection. He heard her shut off the tap, and so he quietly slipped out the door.
Nick was dressing hastily as Suzanne readied herself behind the thin door. The garters tickled his smooth legs. He took a sidewards glance at himself in the mirror, and marveled at how deliciously feminine his figure looked. The push-up bra lent the illusion of breasts, and he had, with difficulty, tucked his penis between his legs. But just the thought of getting Jamie and Alden in bed together made his insolent baton stiffen. He noticed that Suzanne had left her make-up bag on the bed, and he quickly rifled through, procuring a tube of red lipstick. He quickly darkened his full lips, and gave a sexy pout to his image in the mirror. He was ready.
Nick and Alden hurried down their separate corridors, eager to meet Jamie in the boudoir. As the two corridors intersected, they bumped into each other, searching so thoroughly for someone who might threaten to expose them.
"Nick?" Alden whispered.
"Alden? Is that you?"
"Oh my god--"
"You look--"
"Fantastic!" they exclaimed simultaneously. They stiffled their giggles. Alden looked down at Nick's crotch, noticing the absence of that which he loved so much.
"God," he whispered, I've never been so attracted to a woman before." They both grinned devilishly.
As they rushed down the hall, counting the numbers as the doors passed by, they stopped in their tracks. Right in front of room sixty-nine was Madame Beauvoir, talking to Dan. Apparently he was finished already. Nick and Alden tried to obscure their faces as they approached. If Dan discovered them, surely they would be punished.
"Ah," said Madame, "Zees must be ze girls filling in for Jeanette. It is unfortunate zat she 'as ze clap."
Nick and Alden waved shyly.
"You sure picked a couple of hot ones," said Dan, giving Nick a firm, open-handed slap on the ass.
"Give 'im hell, girls!"
Madame let them in and quietly closed the door behind them. On the bed, Jamie was waiting, stroking his hard cock with firm, even strokes. Alden and Nick stiffened at the sight, and their undergarments could no longer contain their erections.
"Hello ladies," Jamie snickered. Immediately Alden and Nick fell upon him, their tongues lapping deperately at Jamie's hard cock and soft balls beneath, their tongues finding their way in and out of each others mouths, over the head of Jamie's cock, playing around his asshole. Alden's hands moved to Nick's chest, where he grabbed beneath the bra and pinched nick's erect nipple, causing him to cry out softly, but his cries were stiffled by Jamie's cock thrusting involuntarily into his mouth. Nick skillfuly manipulated it with his tongue, while bearing down with his tightly closed lips until he had engulfed it entirely with his hot, wet mouth. Jamie sighed in ecstasy, feeling the pressure build up inside him. Alden moved down Nick's body, and got to work, grasping his balls with one hand, and inserting a saliva-lubricated finger into his tight asshole. They sucked and sighed and licked, until jamie exclaimed, "Enough! I'm hungry too!" they switched partners and feasted some more. They were all so close to orgasm, but they felt the longing emptiness inside them. The emptiness that could only be filled by being inside one another, all being as one. The same feeling that swept over them when they played on stage- all moving in sync with each other, harmonizing, complimenting, feeling each other intuitively- but in a physical manifestation. Their cocks, well lubed with spit found their way into each other easily, They fucked each other in a frenzy, hands groping and roving, mouths fused as one. It was hard to distinguish who was fucking who, but it didn't matter. They were all connected, their parts filling each other and pumping like a well oiled machine. A tremor rose from the earth; muscles contracted around muscles, setting off a chain reaction of ecstatic hysteria as they all came , lauching that precious fluid into each other like firecrackers lauching their sparks into the sky. They collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed, stroking each other lovingly. Tere was a delicious, satiated pause.
"Boy, I'm sure glad we don't use condoms," Nick sighed. "They take away the sensation."
They all laughed.
The End |
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[Apr. 10th, 2004|03:01 pm] |
"What the hell does Jaime think he's doing?" Nick pondered out loud.
Alden turned around to see his good friend buying cosmo after cosmo for the tall drink of water at the bar.
"I don't know," Alden offered, "but he sure has great taste."
Hanging onto Jaime's every word was a muscular yet lean young man with soft tendrils of hair and fire in his eyes.
"Back in my country, we'd already be sharing a cigarette in bed," Jaime boasted.
"Da?" said Dmitri.
The Unicorns had been in Moscow for their WORLD TOUR for a week and a half. Boy, were they having fun.
"Jaime, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" Nick sulkily asked, pouting his soft full lips.
Jaime looked irate. "I was just about to--"
"Hi, I'm Nick, and you're delicious." Nick confidently interjected, reaching for Dmitri's strong callused hand.
He raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving Dmitri's face. Their eyes locked together intensely, an unspoken exchange of highly charged thoughts passing between them. The chemistry was undeniable. Helplessly, Jaime looked on, defeated.
"Can I buy you a vodka?"
"Comrade, you can buy me two."
Tears sprung to Jaime's eyes. "Let's get out of here Alden" he said furiously. "I'm feeling blanched."
....
As they walked through the market place, Jaime couldn't get his mind off the events in the bar. Alden stopped to eye a statue of Lenin, and Jaime kept walking without paying heed.
"And I mean, I know he's the lead singer or whatever, but I mean, he has no right to butt into other people's affairs. We should make a stand Alden...Alden?"
He turned around and saw his dear friend gleefully watching a street performer, joyous as a child at Christmas. Jaime smiled to himself and worked toward Alden. "C'mon silly" he said, smiling specially to his friend, grabbing his hand and interlacing their long nimble fingers. Walking hand in hand they saw the sights of Moscow. Jaime's mood improved considerably. "Oh Alden, what a special day it's been." He coyly said while Alden met his gaze and smiled. He whispered something in Jaime's ear. They nodded in agreement and headed towards their hotel.
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As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Alden and Jaime rushed to each other, seductively licking each other's faces. Their passions seared, their hands roamed freely over their tiny frames.
"Alden, I want us to be together. God. I need to make you mine."
"Should we stop the elevator?" Alden innocently asked.
"No, we'll have the room all to ourselves." Was Jaime's rushed response.
In the hallway they groped again, Jaime purred like a kitten and nibbled his friend's ear.
"Alden, I can feel your working class rise up!" Jaime impishly said as his hand greedily rubbed between Alden's legs.
Alden's response was a ragged moan. "Take me now. Now dammit." He demanded.
Jaime's breathing became uneven. Alden's cry was so sexually unnerving he fumbled with the keys. They smiled together in anticipation and turned to enter the room when...
On the pink silk sheets of the bed was Nick, propped on all fours. A carrot in his mouth. Sweat glistened on his body. Vanilla scented candles carefully placed around the room. Behind him was Dmitri. Strapped onto his head was a purple dildo, veiny and realistic. It rised off his forhead with the uncanny similarity to a unicorn horn.
Standing in shock (which was quickly turning to ultimate pleasure) was Jaime and Alden. Nick had not yet noticed their entrance. On the bed he was grunting and thrusting back and forth. Dmitri was rubbing his hands all over Nick's tight, tight body while ramming his head into his well toned ass cheeks.
"Yeah. DEEPER."
"Not until you play horsie, Nikolai."
At that point Nick began to neigh like a horse, as staccato breaths escaped his open mouth. His face wincing in agony and delight.
again, to be continued. Ideas and suggestions welcome. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2004|11:28 pm] |
That night, back at their hotel room at the Marriott Inn, Nick, Alden and Jaime snuggled deliciously under the covers of the king sized bed. They rubbed their smooth, hairless legs together.
"Wow," Alden gingerly exclaimed, "It's been a really exciting day!"
"I know," replied Nicholas Diamonds. "And it's about to get even more exciting!" he giggled.
He ran is hand up Alden's bare thigh, simultaneously feeling the length and girth of Jaime's erection nuzzling between his lithe asscheeks. A little tuft of hot breath escaped Nick's lips in surprise and pleasure. His hand kept reaching, higher and higher, until it rested on the bulge in Alden's white briefs.
"I love you, Nick," Alden whispered.
"I love you too, Alden," Nick replied softly.
"I love you Jaime," Alden whispered again
"And I love you," Jaime sighed. "Nick, I love you too," he continued.
"I love you too, Jaime," Nick replied.
A delicate sigh was released by all. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door- who could it be?
"What's going on in there?" boomed a loud voice. It was Dan Seliggman, their tour manager!
"Nothing, daddy!" Nick called, perhaps a little too hastily.
"Better not be any of that... queer business," Dan growled menacingly from behind the door.
"No, no! Of course not!" Jaime pleaded.
"Cause if there is... you KNOW what will happen."
The three held their breath noiselessly in the darkness, their turgid, uncircumsized penises still quivering in anticipation
"I'm coming in!" Dan snarled.
"No! Don't come in!" Alden shrieked, but it was too late. Dan pushed in the thin wooden door and stood there breathing heavily. His hulking form almost filled the doorframe. Veins bulged in his muscular forearms. His pecks strained beneath his thin, white undershirt, so tight that it showed the silhouettes of his erect nipples and the darks shadows of his thick chest hair. His throbbing member strained in his boxers, engorged with power.
"I warned you," he said menacingly.
"Please, daddy, no!" Nick exclaimed.
"We're sorry!" Jaime begged.
"You're all a bunch of naughty little boys. You deserve to be punished!" said Dan as he approached the bed with with ravenous eyes. He ripped the blankets off the bed, exposing their scantily clad, nubile bodies. "Now take off your underwear," he grinned.
"Oh no!" Nick cried, his bright blue eyes brimming with tears
"It was my fault, daddy," said Alden shamefully lowering his eyes. "Take me instead."
"I'll take you first," Dan said, licking his lips, "then your little friends."
Dan grabbed Alden by his thin white wrist, and pulled down his briefs, exposing his fresh young cock. He slung him over his lap, and the others tearfully watched him steadily paddle Alden's tender cheeks with his open palm until they were raw and red. One by one, he took his turn with them, until his unsatiable lust could be contained no longer. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead...
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[Mar. 30th, 2004|06:23 pm] |
this is my friend shauna's first stab at fanfic. i think it's a very good start.
" This is your pilot. We will be landing at La Guardia Airport in half an hour" crackled the overhead speaker on the airplane.
In the first class sat the Unicorns, the hot new band from Montreal, Quebec. All three members of the band were seated next to each other.
"I can't wait to perform our new songs." Alden Ginger eagerly exclaimed.
"Yea man, it's going to be very good." said Nick Diamonds, the lead singer.
"I hope we receive a standing ovation from the audience, like at our Los Angeles performance." said Alden again.
Jaime rubbed his hands furiously together. "You and me both!" he said. The three of them laughed.
Jaime touched Alden's thigh. Alden cast a sidelong glance to Nick.
Nick coughed. "Excuse me. I have to go ask the stewardess for juice and then I will go to the washroom before we land."
Shortly after he got up, Jaime also needed to go to the washroom.
As he got up, he saw Nick steal away into the small compartment. Without trying to attract attention, Jaime also snuck into the washroom. Together the two of them stood in the small confines of the washroom. Breathlessly they hugged. Then they partook in an open mouthed kiss.
Eagerly they shared this moment, their tongues probing deeply as they rubbed each other's groins. As Jaime undid Nick's shiny vinyl belt, Nick hesitated. "What if Alden finds out?"
Jaime smirked. "Believe me, he already knows". Before another word was said, a knock was heard at the door.
"Who is it?" Nick cried.
"It's time for Tuff Luv!" exclaimed a voice.
Nick looked at Jaime bewildered. "Is that Alden?"
Jaime knowingly grinned and opened the door. Yes it was!
Then the three of them kissed. |
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| unfinished work. |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|06:01 pm] |
Nick's deep blue eyes flashed.
"Alden, we can't hide our true feelings."
"Nicholas, it could never be. How would Jaime feel? confused? betrayed?"
"aroused"
Both Nick and Alden turned around, sitting in the leather arm chair nursing a huge throbbing uncircumsized hardon was Jaime, grinning knowingly. Alden gasped. He was startled and unsure what to do. He heard a low quiet, "shhh..." whispered in his ear. As delicate as the leaves blowing in the wind.
"Relax..." said the voice. Alden felt a gentle hand rest on the crown of his head. The hand began stroking his hair, until slowly working its way down his back.
"I feel so confused, Nick." Alden murmured.
"Oh Alden, damn principles. Damn them to hell!" Before Alden could respond Nick pushed him up against the grand piano, his hands eagerly roving Alden's nubile body. Exploring his mouth tenderly with his experienced tongue. Across the room whimpers could be heard from Jaime.
"Oh!" he hearsly cried and rapidly began stroking his rock hard member, his eyes never straying from the highly erotic and sensual scene unfolding before him.
"Mmmm", exclaimed Alden, his body becoming more responsibe to Nick's lingering touches. Nick ran his tongue along Alden's earlobe, his breath ragged. A mischevious look came over Nick's boyish features as he lifted Alden's very small tee shirt to reveal his wirey physique. |
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