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Dorming With Dalton
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Dorming With Dalton: Chapter Fourteen
I awoke the next day in a large bed in a room that was as first unfamiliar to me. As my surroundings began to be again familiar to me, I knew I was in Dalton’s bedroom, in his apartment, and that I didn’t need to worry. I remembered that he had brought me here last night after everything finished up since it was closer than my own dorm-room. I don’t remember much else about getting here last night because I’m pretty sure that I fell asleep within five minutes.
I looked to my right and there was Dalton, sleeping peacefully. A white sheet covered one of his legs while the other leg hung off the bed; the sheet just covered his package. I could see the outline of his semi-hard dick resting against his thigh. He was either having a good dream or he had a piss hard; it continued to grow as I watched. I was tempted to take his big meat into my hand and help him out, but I knew he wouldn’t want me doing that. I remembered that during the car ride here that we weren’t going to do anything sexual until I was healed, so my body focuses on healing itself. I tried telling him that I would be fine, but he wouldn’t listen to me.
I decided that I wanted his hard dick in my hand more than I wanted to follow his command from last night, and I slowly brought my hand toward the growing phallus shape under the sheet. Just the act of reaching those few inches toward him caused both my ribs to throb with pain and my shoulder to twinge, but I pressed forward - very quietly. I was only a few inches away from his completely hard pole tenting the sheet, but he gently grabbed my wrist. My heart skipped a beat while my breathing quickened drastically. Was it the getting caught, or my passion for him?
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I thought you were asleep!”
“So you think you can just fondle me while I’m sleeping?”
“It looked like you wanted some attention.”
He rolled over on his left side and propped his head up with his left hand. His eyelids fluttered open and he looked into my eyes and lightly smiled. He then brought his lips closer to my own and pressed them against mine, giving me a small kiss. Whenever he does this, I am helpless before him.
“I told you last night, babe, that I don’t want you doing anything like that.”
“But I want to make you feel good.”
“I know you do, and I know it would feel awesome, but you need to keep your body as still as possible.” He let go of my wrist and I reluctantly returned it to my side. “Understand?”
“Yes, I do, but how are you going to deal with those?”
I pointed to the tent in front of his crotch.
“Well, I do have my own hands, you know.” He smiled at me and playfully ruffled my hair. How is it that I can become even MORE helpless with this gentle affection and acceptance? “And swelling like this does go away if you leave it alone for a while.”
“We both have needs though. I have needs. I need you.”
“I know we do, and if you feel your needs are getting too much to handle, I’ll give in and we can do something that won't stress your body. You better try to save it for a rainy day though. Okay?”
I sighed heavily before nodding my acquiesce. It was impossible to not look at the precious piece of meat between his legs. I just wanted to feel its smooth skin, its warmth, and his heartbeat in my hand as it pumped it. How his meat would expand under my touch, and grow so very hard was something I could never get enough of. I really crave making him feel good, and if it came down to either having myself feel good or making him feel good, I would make him feel good. Knowing that I blow his mind, literally, is more than enough to keep me happy for the rest of my life. I know that I don’t have to think too much about this since he always had made sure I feel good too, but I still think about it constantly.
“I’m going to get ready and head down to the school so I can talk to your professors about your work.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“Well you don’t think you’re going to your classes banged up like this, do you?”
“I’m perfectly fine to walk.”
“Oh, so that’s why I had to carry you last night, huh?”
“So I can’t walk that well. I can still get around.”
“You’re staying here until you’re healed enough to walk without pain or my having to worry about you hurting yourself further.”
“Fine.” I said, watching him get out of bed. “But can I at least have your computer to occupy myself while you're out?”
He stood up, sideways, and stretched his arms out behind his head. His dick was standing straight out from his groin, pointing up towards his belly. Again, I felt compelled to take his big meat into my hand, but I knew not to bring it up again. I was able to move my thoughts to other things than sex, but I couldn’t keep my own penis from growing erect. I put my hands in my groin so that Dalton wouldn’t see I was getting aroused, but the pressure from my hands didn’t help in the slightest bit. The small amount of friction was all it took to get me completely hard.
Dalton noticed that I, too, was pitching a tent under the sheet and gave me a mischievous grin. I shot one back at him and removed my hands to show the obvious lump under the sheet. He then grabbed the corner of the sheet covering me, and pulled it off in one swift motion.
“You’re so beautiful, Christian.”
He climbed back into the bed and worked his way towards me. He straddled me, his knees on either side of my butt, and brought his face right in front of mine. I lifted my head slightly so I could press my lips against his plump, pink, perfectly formed pair. Dalton quickly took the lead and held my head close to his with his left hand. His lips parted and he pushed his tongue violently into my mouth. His tongue was warm and firm as it probed the dark cavity of my mouth. I met his tongue with my own, and they intertwined together, like a couple dancing the tango.
I then felt his dick rub up against mine, and I shivered blissfully. The head of his penis was leaking pre-cum which made our dicks slide against each other perfectly. I arched my back and grabbed on to the sheet of the bed, humping Dalton’s hard stomach.
“I guess you really are okay to do this,” he grinned.
“My body’s just sore, but the pleasure definitely outweighs the pain. I think it will actually help me heal faster. Improves the flexibility.”
I brought my hands to the nape of his neck and gently dug my fingertips into the tight spots at the base of his skull. Dalton let out a small moan and I slowly moved my hands down his back. I continued to massage his tense lats and lower back until my hands came in contact with the top of his butt. My hands quickly latched on to the mountains of muscle and I squeezed his glutes. He dropped his head down to my chest and gritted his teeth. He loves it when I massage his glutes.
I was feeling ambitious and cautiously moved my fingers between his cheeks. He quickly brought his head back up and looked me in the eyes like he was afraid of enjoying what I was doing. I gave him a mischievous smile, and pressed my pointer and index fingers deep between his rock hard cheeks. Dalton gasped at this strange new sensation, his face contorting with pleasure. I knew better than to let my fingers probe his virgin sphincter, so I just teased with his hole for a while. Not once did I stop looking at his face, which was all scrunched up with his eyes and mouth clamped shut.
“CHRISTIAN!” He seemed to be screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Dalton?”
“Stop!”
“Is it too much for you to handle?”
“It’s not that!” He tried speaking in a normal tone, but couldn't. His voice cracked. “I want to suck you off.”
I pulled my fingers from between his cheeks and looked into his eyes as they flew open.
“You’re ready to do that for me?”
He got up from his straddle and knelt between my legs, directly in front of my hard dick.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and it seems like a now's a good time.”
“Are you sure it’s not because you’re just really horny right now?”
“It might be, I’m not sure.”
“Why don’t you go do everything you have to take care of at school, and see if you still want to try it after you come back?”
“Why wait?”
“Because, Dalton, if you still want to give me a blow job later, when you’re not horned up, then you really want to take the next step with me. Right now though, your hormones are just telling you to do something. I don't want you to regret it later and resent me.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
He got off of the bed and walked through the bathroom door. I heard the sink run for a few minutes, followed by the sound of Dalton spitting into it. We both had to brush our teeth right after getting out of bed in common. Then, I heard the toilet seat hit against the porcelain tank and I knew what came next.
“It’s fucking impossible to piss with a hard on!”
I laughed, languishing in the bed while picturing Dalton's problem. Every man has had the experience of trying to piss while erect, so I knew his frustration. He started laughing too, which, blended with the loud and strong sound of his relief, lasting a very long time. I heard him flush the toilet, and then use the sink. I’m glad he washed after using the john; I've been around guys who don't and it's disturbing to me. I’m not a germaphobe, but not cleaning up after doing that always grossed me out and still does.
Dalton reappeared in the bedroom with a flaccid dick, still a good five or six inches at rest. I always wondered how people with large packages managed to fit everything in underwear. Boxers would seem to be the smart choice here, since they give the most room, but Dalton hardly ever wore them. He was more of a briefs kind of a guy, and today he chose a pair of yellow Calvin Kleins with a black waistband. They weren’t like the white briefs I grew up wearing; they were much sexier and much shorter. I wondered how he was going to fit into them and stared at him adjusting himself into the fabric in what seemed to be a violation of the laws of physics.
“What are you staring at?”
“I didn’t know you liked briefs.”
“Well now you know.”
He smiled at me, revealing his one tooth that was out of line with the others. I always love seeing that one different tooth. It kind of became his trademark for me, and out of all the other things that could have become his trademark, I wouldn’t have chosen anything else.
Dalton slid the yellow fabric up his legs until they fitted tightly over his butt. He shoved his hand down the front of the stretchy yellow cloth and adjusted his package so it would show the way he wanted it to. He tucked his limp meat underneath his balls, and there was one large solid lump in the pouch of his briefs. It had to be the size of a fist, probably bigger, just sitting there under that thin layer of fabric. There’s a good chance he’s the most hung guy I have been with. There was this one guy who I had a one night stand with back in high school who might be bigger than Dalton is, but I’d never tell Dalton. He is happy thinking he has the biggest dick I’ve ever come in contact with.
He then pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, which were faded and had multiple frayed holes in them. This was something else I had just learned about him. I knew he liked tighter fitting jeans, but over the past two months that we have been getting to know each other, he’d never worn a pair of skinny jeans. I was puzzled at how he was going to be able to fit his large thighs, package, and butt into these tight pants, but with deliberation and the clear benefit of much practice, he pulled them right up into place. They fit his lower body like a glove and showed his junk off nicely. He then threw on a black hoodie which wasn’t incredibly baggy, but gave him some room to move around in. Finally, he put on a pair of white Nike Dunks.
“Don’t you look all hot today.”
“This is considered hot? I’m not even dressed up.”
“I know, but I like when you dress like this.”
“Well, now I can dress this way without people wondering if I’m gay.”
I looked at him, confused.
“I changed my relationship status last night. It now says that I'm in a relationship with you.”
“Why’d you do that?”
“Because if people knew I was dating you, they wouldn’t even think about giving you any shit for being gay. If I had had it on my Facebook that I was dating you, those guys never would have dared beating you up last night. So, I decided that I’m not going to risk your wellbeing by being in the closet anymore, Christian.”
“But I didn’t accept any relationship change from you.”
He smiled at me, with that look a young boy has when his mother catches him with one hand in the cookie jar.
“What did you do?” I asked sternly.
“Don’t get mad, but I took your phone when you were asleep and accepted my request for you. I didn’t think you would mind since you’re already out on your Facebook and since most of our friends know already, I didn’t see a problem. Besides, you do love me, at least I think you do.”
“Are you really sure about this, Dalton? It’s a big step for you and you can never go back.”
“I know, and I’m ready for it. These past two months or so that we’ve been together have been the best months I’ve had in a long while. I’m happy being with you, Christian. I haven’t been completely happy since my parents died, and I know that they’d be happy that I’m happy. My sister even told me that I looked like the old Dalton she grew up with after she met you at lunch that one day. I couldn’t be happier being with you, and I’m sure that I love you. Call me a fool for saying this since it hasn’t been long, but I love you Christian, so incredibly much, and I never want anyone to hurt you ever again.”
“I don’t think you’re a fool for saying that. I’ve been feeling the same way about being happy and about how I feel about you. I love you, Dalton. Really, I do.”
“Good.” He made his way over to the bed and gave me a kiss on the lips. “I'm going to get going now.”
“Can I shower while you’re gone?”
“Wait until I get back.” He said, looking for his keys. “You need to put on more antibiotic cream and new bandages after you shower, and I’m not sure you can do it alone.”
“Does that mean we can shower together when you come back?”
“Of course.”
He winked at me, and headed out the door. All I could think about was that shower later in the day.
Dorming With Dalton: Chapter Fourteen
I awoke the next day in a large bed in a room that was as first unfamiliar to me. As my surroundings began to be again familiar to me, I knew I was in Dalton’s bedroom, in his apartment, and that I didn’t need to worry. I remembered that he had brought me here last night after everything finished up since it was closer than my own dorm-room. I don’t remember much else about getting here last night because I’m pretty sure that I fell asleep within five minutes.
I looked to my right and there was Dalton, sleeping peacefully. A white sheet covered one of his legs while the other leg hung off the bed; the sheet just covered his package. I could see the outline of his semi-hard dick resting against his thigh. He was either having a good dream or he had a piss hard; it continued to grow as I watched. I was tempted to take his big meat into my hand and help him out, but I knew he wouldn’t want me doing that. I remembered that during the car ride here that we weren’t going to do anything sexual until I was healed, so my body focuses on healing itself. I tried telling him that I would be fine, but he wouldn’t listen to me.
I decided that I wanted his hard dick in my hand more than I wanted to follow his command from last night, and I slowly brought my hand toward the growing phallus shape under the sheet. Just the act of reaching those few inches toward him caused both my ribs to throb with pain and my shoulder to twinge, but I pressed forward - very quietly. I was only a few inches away from his completely hard pole tenting the sheet, but he gently grabbed my wrist. My heart skipped a beat while my breathing quickened drastically. Was it the getting caught, or my passion for him?
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I thought you were asleep!”
“So you think you can just fondle me while I’m sleeping?”
“It looked like you wanted some attention.”
He rolled over on his left side and propped his head up with his left hand. His eyelids fluttered open and he looked into my eyes and lightly smiled. He then brought his lips closer to my own and pressed them against mine, giving me a small kiss. Whenever he does this, I am helpless before him.
“I told you last night, babe, that I don’t want you doing anything like that.”
“But I want to make you feel good.”
“I know you do, and I know it would feel awesome, but you need to keep your body as still as possible.” He let go of my wrist and I reluctantly returned it to my side. “Understand?”
“Yes, I do, but how are you going to deal with those?”
I pointed to the tent in front of his crotch.
“Well, I do have my own hands, you know.” He smiled at me and playfully ruffled my hair. How is it that I can become even MORE helpless with this gentle affection and acceptance? “And swelling like this does go away if you leave it alone for a while.”
“We both have needs though. I have needs. I need you.”
“I know we do, and if you feel your needs are getting too much to handle, I’ll give in and we can do something that won't stress your body. You better try to save it for a rainy day though. Okay?”
I sighed heavily before nodding my acquiesce. It was impossible to not look at the precious piece of meat between his legs. I just wanted to feel its smooth skin, its warmth, and his heartbeat in my hand as it pumped it. How his meat would expand under my touch, and grow so very hard was something I could never get enough of. I really crave making him feel good, and if it came down to either having myself feel good or making him feel good, I would make him feel good. Knowing that I blow his mind, literally, is more than enough to keep me happy for the rest of my life. I know that I don’t have to think too much about this since he always had made sure I feel good too, but I still think about it constantly.
“I’m going to get ready and head down to the school so I can talk to your professors about your work.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“Well you don’t think you’re going to your classes banged up like this, do you?”
“I’m perfectly fine to walk.”
“Oh, so that’s why I had to carry you last night, huh?”
“So I can’t walk that well. I can still get around.”
“You’re staying here until you’re healed enough to walk without pain or my having to worry about you hurting yourself further.”
“Fine.” I said, watching him get out of bed. “But can I at least have your computer to occupy myself while you're out?”
He stood up, sideways, and stretched his arms out behind his head. His dick was standing straight out from his groin, pointing up towards his belly. Again, I felt compelled to take his big meat into my hand, but I knew not to bring it up again. I was able to move my thoughts to other things than sex, but I couldn’t keep my own penis from growing erect. I put my hands in my groin so that Dalton wouldn’t see I was getting aroused, but the pressure from my hands didn’t help in the slightest bit. The small amount of friction was all it took to get me completely hard.
Dalton noticed that I, too, was pitching a tent under the sheet and gave me a mischievous grin. I shot one back at him and removed my hands to show the obvious lump under the sheet. He then grabbed the corner of the sheet covering me, and pulled it off in one swift motion.
“You’re so beautiful, Christian.”
He climbed back into the bed and worked his way towards me. He straddled me, his knees on either side of my butt, and brought his face right in front of mine. I lifted my head slightly so I could press my lips against his plump, pink, perfectly formed pair. Dalton quickly took the lead and held my head close to his with his left hand. His lips parted and he pushed his tongue violently into my mouth. His tongue was warm and firm as it probed the dark cavity of my mouth. I met his tongue with my own, and they intertwined together, like a couple dancing the tango.
I then felt his dick rub up against mine, and I shivered blissfully. The head of his penis was leaking pre-cum which made our dicks slide against each other perfectly. I arched my back and grabbed on to the sheet of the bed, humping Dalton’s hard stomach.
“I guess you really are okay to do this,” he grinned.
“My body’s just sore, but the pleasure definitely outweighs the pain. I think it will actually help me heal faster. Improves the flexibility.”
I brought my hands to the nape of his neck and gently dug my fingertips into the tight spots at the base of his skull. Dalton let out a small moan and I slowly moved my hands down his back. I continued to massage his tense lats and lower back until my hands came in contact with the top of his butt. My hands quickly latched on to the mountains of muscle and I squeezed his glutes. He dropped his head down to my chest and gritted his teeth. He loves it when I massage his glutes.
I was feeling ambitious and cautiously moved my fingers between his cheeks. He quickly brought his head back up and looked me in the eyes like he was afraid of enjoying what I was doing. I gave him a mischievous smile, and pressed my pointer and index fingers deep between his rock hard cheeks. Dalton gasped at this strange new sensation, his face contorting with pleasure. I knew better than to let my fingers probe his virgin sphincter, so I just teased with his hole for a while. Not once did I stop looking at his face, which was all scrunched up with his eyes and mouth clamped shut.
“CHRISTIAN!” He seemed to be screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Dalton?”
“Stop!”
“Is it too much for you to handle?”
“It’s not that!” He tried speaking in a normal tone, but couldn't. His voice cracked. “I want to suck you off.”
I pulled my fingers from between his cheeks and looked into his eyes as they flew open.
“You’re ready to do that for me?”
He got up from his straddle and knelt between my legs, directly in front of my hard dick.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and it seems like a now's a good time.”
“Are you sure it’s not because you’re just really horny right now?”
“It might be, I’m not sure.”
“Why don’t you go do everything you have to take care of at school, and see if you still want to try it after you come back?”
“Why wait?”
“Because, Dalton, if you still want to give me a blow job later, when you’re not horned up, then you really want to take the next step with me. Right now though, your hormones are just telling you to do something. I don't want you to regret it later and resent me.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
He got off of the bed and walked through the bathroom door. I heard the sink run for a few minutes, followed by the sound of Dalton spitting into it. We both had to brush our teeth right after getting out of bed in common. Then, I heard the toilet seat hit against the porcelain tank and I knew what came next.
“It’s fucking impossible to piss with a hard on!”
I laughed, languishing in the bed while picturing Dalton's problem. Every man has had the experience of trying to piss while erect, so I knew his frustration. He started laughing too, which, blended with the loud and strong sound of his relief, lasting a very long time. I heard him flush the toilet, and then use the sink. I’m glad he washed after using the john; I've been around guys who don't and it's disturbing to me. I’m not a germaphobe, but not cleaning up after doing that always grossed me out and still does.
Dalton reappeared in the bedroom with a flaccid dick, still a good five or six inches at rest. I always wondered how people with large packages managed to fit everything in underwear. Boxers would seem to be the smart choice here, since they give the most room, but Dalton hardly ever wore them. He was more of a briefs kind of a guy, and today he chose a pair of yellow Calvin Kleins with a black waistband. They weren’t like the white briefs I grew up wearing; they were much sexier and much shorter. I wondered how he was going to fit into them and stared at him adjusting himself into the fabric in what seemed to be a violation of the laws of physics.
“What are you staring at?”
“I didn’t know you liked briefs.”
“Well now you know.”
He smiled at me, revealing his one tooth that was out of line with the others. I always love seeing that one different tooth. It kind of became his trademark for me, and out of all the other things that could have become his trademark, I wouldn’t have chosen anything else.
Dalton slid the yellow fabric up his legs until they fitted tightly over his butt. He shoved his hand down the front of the stretchy yellow cloth and adjusted his package so it would show the way he wanted it to. He tucked his limp meat underneath his balls, and there was one large solid lump in the pouch of his briefs. It had to be the size of a fist, probably bigger, just sitting there under that thin layer of fabric. There’s a good chance he’s the most hung guy I have been with. There was this one guy who I had a one night stand with back in high school who might be bigger than Dalton is, but I’d never tell Dalton. He is happy thinking he has the biggest dick I’ve ever come in contact with.
He then pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, which were faded and had multiple frayed holes in them. This was something else I had just learned about him. I knew he liked tighter fitting jeans, but over the past two months that we have been getting to know each other, he’d never worn a pair of skinny jeans. I was puzzled at how he was going to be able to fit his large thighs, package, and butt into these tight pants, but with deliberation and the clear benefit of much practice, he pulled them right up into place. They fit his lower body like a glove and showed his junk off nicely. He then threw on a black hoodie which wasn’t incredibly baggy, but gave him some room to move around in. Finally, he put on a pair of white Nike Dunks.
“Don’t you look all hot today.”
“This is considered hot? I’m not even dressed up.”
“I know, but I like when you dress like this.”
“Well, now I can dress this way without people wondering if I’m gay.”
I looked at him, confused.
“I changed my relationship status last night. It now says that I'm in a relationship with you.”
“Why’d you do that?”
“Because if people knew I was dating you, they wouldn’t even think about giving you any shit for being gay. If I had had it on my Facebook that I was dating you, those guys never would have dared beating you up last night. So, I decided that I’m not going to risk your wellbeing by being in the closet anymore, Christian.”
“But I didn’t accept any relationship change from you.”
He smiled at me, with that look a young boy has when his mother catches him with one hand in the cookie jar.
“What did you do?” I asked sternly.
“Don’t get mad, but I took your phone when you were asleep and accepted my request for you. I didn’t think you would mind since you’re already out on your Facebook and since most of our friends know already, I didn’t see a problem. Besides, you do love me, at least I think you do.”
“Are you really sure about this, Dalton? It’s a big step for you and you can never go back.”
“I know, and I’m ready for it. These past two months or so that we’ve been together have been the best months I’ve had in a long while. I’m happy being with you, Christian. I haven’t been completely happy since my parents died, and I know that they’d be happy that I’m happy. My sister even told me that I looked like the old Dalton she grew up with after she met you at lunch that one day. I couldn’t be happier being with you, and I’m sure that I love you. Call me a fool for saying this since it hasn’t been long, but I love you Christian, so incredibly much, and I never want anyone to hurt you ever again.”
“I don’t think you’re a fool for saying that. I’ve been feeling the same way about being happy and about how I feel about you. I love you, Dalton. Really, I do.”
“Good.” He made his way over to the bed and gave me a kiss on the lips. “I'm going to get going now.”
“Can I shower while you’re gone?”
“Wait until I get back.” He said, looking for his keys. “You need to put on more antibiotic cream and new bandages after you shower, and I’m not sure you can do it alone.”
“Does that mean we can shower together when you come back?”
“Of course.”
He winked at me, and headed out the door. All I could think about was that shower later in the day.
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Wow, Reed, it's so good to have you back. Christian is so lucky to have Dalton there to help, protect and love him. How great to have them back as well. Thanks.
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When Dalton gonna get fucked? Soon?
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Why not? I like to see Dalton become a power bottom cuz I like to see big guy bend over for a smaller guy. it is hotttttttttttttttttt
I love this story and I'm thrilled it's back. Keep up the great writing!
I'm so freaking glad this awsome story is back in action!
I agree because why would Dalton take any 1st of all when Christian hasn't? And 2nd why does he have to? Something I've noticed is that ppl always wanna see a couple and think that the big one is gonna be a power bottom and say that'd be hot. That's not the entire point of the story its about love. And they assume that if a couple has roles like top or bottom then its just a mirror of a heterosexual relationship please get over it... btw I really hope I didnt offend anyone, because that was not my intention.
I agree because why would Dalton take any 1st of all when Christian hasn't? And 2nd why does he have to? Something I've noticed is that ppl always wanna see a couple and think that the big one is gonna be a power bottom and say that'd be hot. That's not the entire point of the story its about love. And they assume that if a couple has roles like top or bottom then its just a mirror of a heterosexual relationship please get over it... btw I really hope I didnt offend anyone, because that was not my intention.
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Reed,
I am so glad you have resumed writing "Dorming." As you must realize from all the comments it has received, there is a charm, depth, credibility and sexuality to this story that is absolutely addictive and you haven't lost your touch one bit during your hiatus.
I do hope we'll get another installment before too long. This is too good a story and too tantalizing an ending to leave us hanging.
Thanks.
I am so glad you have resumed writing "Dorming." As you must realize from all the comments it has received, there is a charm, depth, credibility and sexuality to this story that is absolutely addictive and you haven't lost your touch one bit during your hiatus.
I do hope we'll get another installment before too long. This is too good a story and too tantalizing an ending to leave us hanging.
Thanks.
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This story is so good. Write more!!!
Reed,
Great update!
I love the guys, and their developing relationship.
Great update!
I love the guys, and their developing relationship.
Hi, Ben.
Good to see you.
Stop by Fun & Games - "Last Post Wins" thread - there are a couple of your compatriots - one from NSW, one from Queensland by the names of AussieGuy91 and Taz.
Good to see you.
Stop by Fun & Games - "Last Post Wins" thread - there are a couple of your compatriots - one from NSW, one from Queensland by the names of AussieGuy91 and Taz.
Reed,
I was so pleased to see more progress on this story when I went to the "Dorming With Dalton" bookmark. I continue to read it over and over, and since the story has continued, I'm sure to check back every few days.
While you and others on this site have wonderful stories, this one is my favorite. The detail that you've put into it has allowed me to put myself right at the scene as though I was participating in a movie. It's quite entertaining and I hope you continue. I can tell you're putting a lot of heart into it.
I was so pleased to see more progress on this story when I went to the "Dorming With Dalton" bookmark. I continue to read it over and over, and since the story has continued, I'm sure to check back every few days.
While you and others on this site have wonderful stories, this one is my favorite. The detail that you've put into it has allowed me to put myself right at the scene as though I was participating in a movie. It's quite entertaining and I hope you continue. I can tell you're putting a lot of heart into it.
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When can we expect a new chapter? I keep checking every day! It's been way too long!!
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I love this story soo much 
hope it continues ..
hope it continues ..
