No, and no.
I am incapable of feeling shame.

And I could always feature you and Psychochomp in my next literary outpouring, if you like.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:39, 3 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

I'd really rather you didn't.

( Kroney, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:40, Reply)

I can't say it's frighfully enjoyable.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:40, Reply)

I was laughing my arse off while typing it.

(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:55, Reply)

I can't wait to read the one Monty
does of you and quixote, now
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:57, Reply)

I'm sure it will be toe-curlingly awful.

(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:57, Reply)

Please do

( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:40, Reply)

I hate you.

( Kroney, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:40, Reply)

I think you'd secretly like it

( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:42, Reply)

Ok.
Slowly his bedroom door opened, causing him to whimper with excitement. There outlined in the doorway stood the silhouette he'd been hoping to see. "I... I tried to stop myself" stuttered Monty "but I just couldn't resist. The way you stood up for laissez faire Capitalism against all those benders on Off Topic it just... made me want you so much..." In three quick steps he was across the room and on top of FreeFare.

FreeFair gazed longingly into Monty's eyes. They both knew it had to be. Something that seemed so wrong on the outside, but when it came down to it, felt incredibly right. The timing, the setting, the tube of KY on the bedstand- everything. Monty and FreeFair moved slowly towards each other, a few seconds feeling like an eternity, as slowly, they began to kiss. Tentatively at first, their lips brushing together like hummingbirds in flight. Then, as their mutual passion took over, their kisses became more urgent, more animal. They needed each other, and didn't care they were so wrong for each other. It was just one of those things.

As their kiss deepened, their hands started to move. Like the kiss, it was a caress at first. Caressing though, ultimately wouldn't last. They started to tear at each other's clothes with a Bachannalian lust. Shirts, belts and trousers were flung all over the bedroom with a reckless abandon.

"I want you- now" breathed Monty, heavily, in between kissing, gasping for breath and fumbling with FreeFair's belt. FreeFair responded in kind, slowly giving way to his animal passions. Eventually, all their clothes were off, thrown everywhere with gay abandon.

Monty, slowing things down a notch, looked into FreeFair's eyes, and pushed him back on the bed, and took him in his mouth.

At first, Monty just licked FreeFare's shaft with the tip of his tongue. Teasing, FreeFare's previously limp member became turgid. Monty kept on kissing, licking, teasing, until FreeFare could take it no more. He roughly grabbed Monty's head and shoved it on his mouth. Monty took the cue, and began sucking like a man possessed. Dyson hoovers would have been suitably impressed.

As Monty's head bobbed up and down, FreeFare laid back, enjoying the sensation. And then, Monty stopped, and looked up. "I want you inside me- now".

And so it was. FreeFare reached for the tube of KY, and squeezed some onto a fingertip. Lightly at first, he began to tickle Monty's anus, round and round, before slowly inserting his finger. Sliding it in and out, Monty began bucking backwards in obvious appreciation. FreeFare then inserted another finger, and then another, until his hand was inside Monty, up to his wrist. Monty writhed in obvious ecstasy, as FreeFare fisted him like an angry god. Eventually, FreeFare removed his hand, and entered Monty fully.

FreeFare began to move, slowly at first. And then increasing his pace, he grabbed Monty's tumescent boner, and started pumping for all he was worth. They moved, back and forth, rolling around the bed, each lost in their passing and lust for each other. Monty bit the pillow to stifle a cry.

FreeFare's pace increased, until he could take it no more, and he came. Monty came at the same time, with the stimulation of his prostate and FreeFare's reacharound, and both collapsed on the bed, completely out of breath.

FreeFare felt totally disgusted with himself, and kicked Monty out into the street, naked and covered with sweat, hoping to never see him again.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:45, Reply)

duly clicked
I wonder if this can get on the popular page.....

Edit: Never mind, I see the version in instalments is all ready there. Poor Poor Monty. I do hope FreeFare doesn't miss all the fun.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:48, Reply)

I changed the ending to match your intro.

(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:54, Reply)

Much appreciated dear sir.
I am honoured.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:56, Reply)

Do you ever to hetero slash
or is slash homo by definition?
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:42, Reply)

I think slash implies gayness

( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:43, Reply)

and a big hat

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:44, Reply)

I'd got that impression
but it's not something I'd studied in depth.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:44, Reply)

I've done hetero already.
Rupert Murdoch and another poster here. Can't remember who it was though.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:49, Reply)

Swipey?

( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:52, Reply)

b3th?

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:53, Reply)

B3th, that was it.
I suppose I could do a Victorian corset-ripper for Rswipe and Karl Marx.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 25 Jul 2011, 17:54, Reply)