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Love or be Loved
Are you afraid that someone, Someday you'll find the special one And steal your heart away? Are you afraid that loving someone Is only for weakness and shouldn't be done with? Why fear such a lovely emotion If you believe in it? Why fear loving someone and being loved? Why hide, deep beneath your wings If only you've been wanting All this centuries is that one?
"What's wrong my little prince?" asked Rowell, leaning down to touch Liam's head.
"What's wrong my prince?" mocked Liam and threw the glass of milk across the room.
"Now now please don't be mad," Rowell said while smiling.
"GO AWAY!" Liam shouted and pouted at the same time.
"I told you that you have to drink your milk first before going to bed, didn't I?" asked Rowell now collecting the broken glass in the floor.
"Well I told you a thousandth times that I don't want any milk now that I am big already!" Liam said, while pulling the sheets up to his torso.
"Well, if that is what you really want, I am going to get you another glass of milk and make you drink it. How's that?" Rowell said, looking down at now irritated prince.
"Whatever," Liam murmured through gritted teeth as Rowell walked out of his room.
Liam is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hemmeth, the richest family in the city of Rowelldian. They own all of the big companies that they both inherited from their ancestors and were now going to their spoiled rotten kid Liam. Liam is 17 years old, with a dirty blonde hair, greenish blue eyes with golden strikes on it, around 5'9' tall, and weighs around 160. Liam is very proud of his body that he would often shows it off by walking around the huge house, only wearing boxers. Liam was disturbed when Rowell came back in with fresh milk in one hand and a plate full of pastry in the other. Rowell is no other than Liam's bodyguard and also a nanny. He's been there since Liam learns to walk, and talk. Rowell is 25 years of age, dark blonde hair, brown eyes, stands around 6'2, and weighs around 200. He is the son of the gardener and he is in charge of Liam when Liam's parents are not around.
"I told you I don't want any drink," Liam murmured while giving Rowell a you're-annoying kind of look.
"Your parents asked me to do this so you better be doing it. I don't want them getting mad at me because of you not drinking this milk," Rowell said and shoved the glass of milk to Liam's hands.
"Blah-blah-blah! I am old enough to know what's best for me!" Liam shouted and put the milk on his bedside table.
"Stop being stubborn Liam. You know that you're the heir of this family and your parents only want what's best for you. Shit if I am you, I would appreciate every little thing that they have given you, but you're only trashing the gifts that they would offer and sometimes break them! What kind of a child is that?" Rowell said and sat in Liam's bed.
"All I want is their time and that's it. They're not even there for me if I am sick, they're not there for me to watch me play the piano, and also they're not always here in the house to talk to me. All they're doing is working their asses off even though we already have enough money to support us in our entire life!" Liam said and kicking Rowell's side a bit, letting him know that he's not allowed to sit on his bed.
"That's the problem with you. You don't see the good things that they were doing for you. I told you before that they only want to make your life easier. But all you do is waste some money by buying some trashy things and then what? Throw those things away after using it once or twice," Rowell said, standing up.
"What are you? Jealous or something?" Liam said and let out a laugh and then added, "If you want those kinds of stuffs then just say it!"
"It isn't funny. I might be the son of your gardener but I do know how to value the things that my parents bought me. Unlike a brat like you who doesn't even know how to value the people's feelings around you," Rowell said and took the milk and pastry with him and headed out of Liam's room.
"HEY! I WANT THOSE!" Liam shouted and cursed through his breath when Rowell didn't come back.
The next day Rowell decided to leave Liam alone. He knows that if he is going to wake the brat up, the brat will just start a tantrum and starts some stupid argument again. He knows that Liam is the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Hemmeth, but then he is not even sure where the brat gets the pissy attitude because his parents are both good people. When Mrs. Hemmeth gave birth to Liam, he was 8 and was told to watch the baby. Since then he started to watch Liam and as the baby started to grow it would just give Rowell a hard time. Liam's parents apologized for their son's action towards him, but then Rowell told them that it isn't their fault. It is just that the kid was being pampered too much that it got to his head.
The sun was almost burning Liam's butt when he woke up. He cursed aloud and called out his nanny's name. When he shouted Rowell's name twice and realized that the older guy didn't show up, he got up and started throwing things at the floor. Liam then started jumping up and down, making a mess in his room, but stopped when he didn't hear Rowell's shouts. Liam's pinkish lips formed to a pout, and he starts to walk towards his door. He let out a shrieked and acted as if someone's going to kill him but soon stopped when no one opened the door.
"Hey Rowell?!" Liam shouted and kicked the door in front of him.
Liam then opened the door, as he was getting tired kicking and punching his door for nothing. When he was out, he started to walk through the empty hall and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
"I'm hungry and Rowell where are you?!" Liam shouted as he opened a can of soda.
Rowell who's forcing not to laugh his head off was hiding in the storage room. When he heard the brat called out his name he immediately jumped in this dark room knowing the kid wouldn't know that he was there. He then heard the kid sniffle and heard another expensive plate being smashed to the floor. Rowell started to worry that his father's going to kill him if the brat is going to tell on him that he is not serving him right. But then when he is about to reach to the door's handle, he heard the kid's footsteps heading his way. Rowell then starts to head back to his hiding place, back in the very back corner of the storage room. The door slowly open, light from the kitchen poured in the dark room. Rowell then saw the kid search the room, hoping that he was there, but when the kid didn't see him, the kid gets in and closed the door behind him after turning the light on. Rowell heard the kid mumbling something but can't quite understand what he was mumbling about. He then saw the kid opened one of boxes and took something out. The kid then walked and sat just a couple feet away from Rowell's hiding place. Rowell can't see the kids face but he knows that the kid took something from one of the box.
Liam, who's now sitting in the storage room's floor, was looking down to the thing that he's been hiding in the box for about 2 years now. He knows that nobody should found out about it being in the storage room. He knows that he can't hide it in his room because Rowell might see it and take it away from him. "This is so cool!" Liam said out loud and suddenly stands up, taking his boxers off. He then threw his boxers aside and sat back down to the floor. Liam was now looking down to his hands, squeezing the toy and putting some lube on it. He then lean forward a bit and put the head of the toy to his mouth and started sucking on it, like how the babies sucks hungrily to their mother's breast. Liam reaches down to his now flaccid cock and started wanking it. The room was soon filled with slurping, moans and groans.
"Ahhhhhhh," Liam heaved out a breath, after taking the cock toy out of his now red mouth. He then took it up and started to slap it on his face.
"Ohhhh yeah Rowell, yessss!" Liam moaned and sucks the toy. He then took a huge amount of lube and played it with his hole. Liam scooted over the corner and put his legs up in the upper shelves to give him some support. His back was now facing the door, Liam then moan when he inserted one finger and soon started to put three fingers to his hole, opening it quite a bit. Tired of sucking the cock toy, he positioned its head to his hole slowly pushing it in. he grimaced and let out a yelp when the head entered his hole.
"Oh Rowell, fuck me slowly please," Liam whispered, as he pushed the cock toy inch by inch to his hot hole.
"Ow, owwwww ahhh!" Liam now moaned continually as he started pumping the toy in and out of his hole. He then set the toy's base on the floor and started riding on it like a crazy maniac he is.
"Ohhhh yes! Ohhh yes!" Liam shouted and hissed as the cock head of the toy hit his prostate. Drool started oozing out of his sexy lips, his face then twisted as he reposition the toy and ride on it again.
"Oh yes big boy fuck me, yeah" Liam moaned as he started talking dirty. He then started to shake and tremble as he's almost near to his orgasm.
Rowell on the other hand was looking down to Liam. He can definitely see the toy pumping in and out of Liam's ass. Sweat started to form on his face and he now realized that he's having a visible wet spot on his pants. He can't believe that arrogant kid is gay and was calling out his name! He can see Liam's hard cock glistening with pre cums. Liam was now shaking pretty badly and moaning like a total whore. Rowell doesn't know what to do whether he should watch some more or step in. but then as he was about to make his decision, he saw Liam bit his lower lips and started riding the toy faster. Liam then started coming, some hitting the floor, some on the boxes and some on his face and chest. Liam's body then sagged for a bit, taking the toy out of his hole and sitting properly on the floor. Rowell then decided that he wants know what the kid's reaction is if he found out that he's been hiding there.
"What cha got there?" Rowell said and walked near Liam's back.
"Wha?" Liam said, face turning white as he looked up and saw Rowell.
"I can't believe what I just saw," Rowell smiled down to the boy.
"Y-yo-you! What are you doing here?!" Liam shouted and stands up not facing Rowell.
"Just hiding in the corner. Hiding from you, but then you came in and well did what you just did," Rowell answered and then added, "Nice ass by the way."
"Shut up!" Liam shouted and turns around to face Rowell. "Like you would give a shit!"
"Now, don't be mad," Rowell said and touch Liam's cheeks. He then moves closer to now shocked Liam and leaned down to kiss him. The lips of the brat feel so good. It's so soft and sweet. Rowell then lick Liam's cum off of the kids face, tasting it but soon lapping on it. Liam only moaned to Rowell's action as Rowell continued on licking and nibbling on his neck, taking his cum off.
"Rowell," Liam moaned holding the mans head guiding it up to kiss him once again. Rowell let Liam kiss him passionately; their hard cock's grinding to each other.
"Let's continue this later my little prince," Rowell said when he heard his father calling his name outside of the house.
"You're not going to tell mother and father, are you?" Liam asked a little worried that the older guy might tell his secret to his parents.
"Of course not," Rowell answered and kissed the young boy again.
Liam then walked out of the storage room after putting his boxers back on and putting the toy away, while Rowell was cleaning the floor and the boxes where Liam's cum landed.