Pookie-Boy 4 by Pookie
Important note: This story is based upon characters and an original idea conceived by Joe Camp. If you like the idea, let him know idc90@hotmail.com, if you like this part, let me know.
All the usual disclaimers apply! If you're here, you know what to expect; if you don't know what to expect, you shouldn't be here; if you shouldn't be here, you'd better not read what follows; if you still want to read what follows, make sure your room is locked so your mom won't walk in unexpectedly. Understand?
Remember, all rights are reserved and all that copyright stuff. If you break the law, I'll get my hippie pals to put a hex on you, making you eat nothing but rhubarb all day long.
I'd like to wish good tidings to all the people who've written to me about the story.
Comments? Questions? Resumes? Write to me at: pookieis@innocent.com I only bite upon request.
Note: The first part of this story was co-authored by Joe Camp and myself. Onwards from part 2, I am solely to blame for the story line.
Eternal thanks to Cub for his contribution and S for his ongoing support.
for G
Pookie-Boy 4
I ran into my room as fast as I could, slamming shut and locking the door behind me. What had I done? An afternoon of stupidity might well have ruined my life.
OK, control yourself, Pookie. You could tell them that it's, say, some new facial the people at work were trying on and a bit splashed on your face. You could say that you were eating a veggie burger and a bit of mayonnaise splattered on your face. Excuses, excuses. What's the point? Knowing the oldies, they'll probably never talk about it again. Perhaps pops was so sloshed he couldn't see straight. Mom? Well, I'd have to work on her.
Maybe I should just run away - but what would that prove? I was sick and tired of hiding, I wanted to summon up the courage to finally come out to them, but perhaps there was now no point in even doing that.
Instinctively, I switched on my faithful computer and dialed up to the Internet. I was feeling rather tired, even though it was still early in the evening, so I decided I'd only look at my e-mail.
There was only one message. I was hoping it would be from Curtis, or at least from Mr. Grey. No, it was from Jack:
"Hey there, Pooks! "How you been doing? "Well if you were about to ask how was I doing, I sure hope I was doing good, 'cause I sure as hell have had a work-out of a lifetime!! "Man, I did it!! Finally!! But it sure as hell was worth it. Worth the wait, worth the price. "Well first it started off as a normal day at Seth's. But we got bored so we decided we should bring our ladies down. We tidied his place in a frantic rush, and called the lovely ladies. "As soon as both of them arrived, we began to get snugly, and stuff, watching Seth's dad's pornos. She starts kissing me, I kiss her back, and we start getting more and more passionate. We then decide to go into Seth's room and have some, 'private time'. Well, then slowly-slowly, we had less and less clothes on, and got more and more horny. Man, she was game and I was game, so then we decided to get a little more serious, and so we did. And I DID use protection for your information. No pregnancy in other words, no abortion, no harsh methods. Heh heh heh. "We then went back with Seth, and saw that he hadn't gotten quite as far as us, and decided to go to his garage, and I could maybe do a little weights with my lady. "I then yelled to Seth, 'I'm ordering pizza!' I did that, and 20 minutes later the pizza came, and I believe Seth did too. "The pizza was nice. I then took Clarissa to the bus station, and she went home. I'm about to ring her up, as soon as I send you this email. "Well speak to you soon, "Jack"
I was mortified. I was envious. I thought I was going to die. I thought he was joking. Not only was Jack strongly in love, he was also having sex with his girlfriend? How could he be so well djusted and sure of himself? I know that I felt somewhat envious of him. I replied:
"Jack,
"When do you do your homework?
"Uncle Pooks"
I switched off the computer and made my way to bed. This was the first time I was really going to go to sleep since before the first time I saw Curtis in the flesh. I stripped off my clothes and jumped into my PJs (only wear them when it's cold), and just as I gave Tommy, the best and cuddliest plush bear in the world his evening hug, I thought of Curtis. Would he still be thinking of me? Would he still love me if he knew what I got up to this afternoon?
Curtis
I had a new-found energy. It was like my life was coming together in this new town. I had a new job, I had a new apartment. All I needed was my Pookie.
Rather than moping around my motel room for the remainder of the afternoon, I decided to go to the local mall and do some shopping. I'm not one who enjoys going shopping very much, but you never know who you'll see down at the mall.
Being new in town, I didn't see anybody I recognized. I suppose deep down, I was hoping to see Pookie Boy there, even though I know that he detests shopping malls.
I picked up some new clothes for myself, and even some groceries before heading back to the motel.
Feeling completely exhausted upon reaching the motel room, I decided to try and have a bit of a nap. I'm no spring chicken, and after the past few sleepless nights with my boy, I felt completely worn out.
I awoke, noticing it was still daylight. To my surprise, it was very early the following morning.
I jumped onto the Internet but was disappointed at my empty in box.
I decided I'd do what I promised to do, I'd personally deliver the flowers to Pookie. Would he answer the door? Probably not. With any luck, his folks would be fast asleep so I'd just leave them on the porch.
However, that's not quite what happened. On reaching the squeaky front gate, a middle-aged woman with her face literally caked in make up, was opening the door. I panicked and froze. It was too late to turn back.
"Yes, what do you want," she gruffly asked.
Lordy! This woman probably eats rusty nails for breakfast.
"I, um, have something for Lochlan..." I sounded like an idiot, but didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"Oh, are you responsible for molesting my young boy?"
I hung my head low. Molest? He initiated it! He's 25 years old, for goodness sake!
"Would you please pass these flowers to him?" I tried to remain courteous.
"Only this once", she snapped. "If ever see you near my boy, I'll get my husband and the authorities onto you."
Oh, yes, the husband who won't drink any liquid that has no alcoholic content! Oh, the authorities! Oh, please! Who does she think she's kidding!
I didn't want to make things worse. I didn't want to get Pookie into any more trouble. I just gave her the bouquet, thanked her (to which she replied with a grunt) and left.
Pookie-Boy
I didn't think I'd actually get to sleep, with so many things going through my mind. Yet, I was almost asleep by the time my head hit the pillow.
I had a dream that night. Now, believe it or not, I'm usually not very good at remembering dreams, but sometimes, if they're strange or scary enough, I remember them. This was such a dream.
In the dream, I was an old man. Very old. I was probably a couple of hundred years of age. Anyway, there were these things around me, They weren't people, they weren't like any animals I'd ever seen before. They had the shape and qualities of a party balloon, except that they were furry, had eyes and could communicate with me. They didn't have mouths, so I suppose they communicated telepathically.
I thought that these critters were cute, so I went up to them to touch them. As soon as I got close, they ran off.
"Why?" I asked, "why won't you let me near you?"
"You never let anybody near you, why should we let you near us?" they replied.
"All I ever wanted was to be loved."
I saw Tommy coming towards me. He was running on all fours like a dog. He was wearing my green-stained shorts and in his mouth was a computer mouse. He jumped onto me, knocking me flat onto the ground, and the proceeded to jump up and down on my chest (heart?) until I could take it no more. Taking my final breath of air, I look up and see that Tommy has been transformed into another being. It had Curtis' face but Jack's body. It gave a loud laugh as it took the soul out of my body.
I literally jumped out of bed, feeling my heart pounding rapidly. It was still dark outside. Looking at my bed side clock, it was only 4 in the morning.
Though I was tired, I also felt a bit hungry, recalling that I didn't eat the previous night. I got up and went into the kitchen, grabbed a banana from the fruit basket and decided that I might as well take a wee now that I was out of bed.
I stood over the toilet, letting out Mr. Wiggly. He was tired and not in the mood, I could tell. It took a few second of concentration before he'd do his duty. I started thinking about the dream as I was letting loose my golden stream into the porcelain bowl. With Mr. Wiggly in one hand and the banana half stuffed in my mouth, I think I almost dozed off for a mere second, because the next thing I remembered was that I was no longer peeing in the bowl! Whoa, mom's really going to like this!
I groggily took an old wash cloth that was lying about and cleaned up as best I could. It was only a few drops and would surely dry up by morning!
Somehow, I found my way back to bed.
The next thing recall was a loud thumping on my bedroom door.
"Lochlan," it was mother. "are you awake?" Well, even if I wasn't, I surely was now!
Mom entered my room, but my eyes were still shut.
"Some old man brought these for you. Would you care to explain who he was and how he knows you?"
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I saw mother holding the most marvelous bouquet of flowers. There was a bear and a card as well.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled.
"Ok, ok, can you explain to me what this means?" She fumbled with opening the card. My card! How dare she? I reached up to grab it from her hands, but then stepped back.
"Pookie boy," she read, "I will always respect your decision, but I want you to know that you will always be in my heart. Your Curty."
I was speechless. Firstly because Curtis had sent me this lovely gift, and then that my mother had the audacity to read the card!
"That's personal! How dare you infringe upon my individual rights! You're such a fascist!" I yelled.
She threw the gift on the floor, turned around and just as she was out the door, she turned back to me and said: "I don't want that man to have anything to do with you. I forbid you from seeing him. Is that understood?"
Who does she think I am? I'm 25 years old and she still treats me like I was a kid! Luckily, she didn't wait for my answer and just slammed the door shut.
As angry as I was at her, I couldn't help but feel touched at Curtis' sentiments. I opened the card and noticed that he'd also written a verse. I suppose mother thought that it was printed on the card, but I could tell he had written it:
"No matter where I go, however close or far I'll always have an image of you in my heart. I love you no matter what anybody else may say Let me know if you also feel the same way."
Oh, that was beautiful. I brought the card up to my lips and gave it a kiss.
It was at this moment that I realized where I should be. I should be with my Curtis. My parents couldn't love me the way they've reacted to the situation.
The phone rang, and broke into my thoughts.
A few second later, I heard mother yell out "It's for you, it's your girlfriend." She really emphasized the last word.
"Hello there," I picked up the phone.
"Pookie!" It was a familiar voice - it was Suzie!
"Hi! When did you get back?"
"Oh, late last night. What did you do to your mom? She sounds like she should seriously take up yoga!"
"That's a long story, I'll have to tell you about it when I see you next. It's been a hectic couple of days."
"Great," she said, "I'll meet you at Mitzy's in half an hour?"
I agreed and hung up the phone. As quickly as I could, I made myself presentable and jumped on the bus.
Suzie was already at Mitzy's when I got there.
"Hello stranger!" She greeted me. "I'd get up to give you a hug, but I know you don't like that."
I smiled and sat down beside her. Suzie's face was shining with glitter. Yes, she was a real disco queen.
"What's with the face?" I asked.
"Oh, that's from a party a couple of nights ago. I haven't really gone to sleep since. My boy's been keeping me busy! How about you, hon?"
I explained the situation to her. Everything from my first meeting with Curtis, to my afternoon at the lounge, and about Jack and my parents.
"Oh, poor love, but I don't understand your problem with Curtis."
"That's because I'm just too stuffed up. I can't think straight. A part of me wants to go and be with him, but another part it afraid of commitment."
Mitzy came up and brought us a couple of refreshing frothy surprises. How thoughtful, we didn't even order them.
"Pookie," Mitzy said. "Curtis and I had a bit of a chat after you ran out yesterday." I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear this.
"He loves you Pookie. I could see it in his eyes. To me he appeared like the sort of man who doesn't say 'I love you' to just anybody.
"Even if you don't feel the same way, you should at least see him again."
She was right, too right.
"Pookie, go to him. The next time I see you in here, I want you to be by his side". Mitzy walked off as Suzie and I were left alone.
"She's right. You just have to be flexible," Suzie said, "otherwise you'll just end up a lonely old man."
I drank my beverage in silence, contemplating what they had both said.
"What about my parents?" I asked.
"What about them? Pookie, you're no longer a child. It's about time they learnt to treat you with some respect."
"But they're my parents..."
"Pookie! If I'd listened to my parents and stayed home, I'd still be living at the farm. You have to take a chance every now and then. How long have you known me? Three, four years?"
I nodded.
"In that time I've had at least a dozen relationships, and none of them made me feel how Curtis has made you feel. If you won't go to him, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
She was right. I couldn't argue there. She helped me make up my mind.
We finished our drinks and I got up to pay.
"They're on the house, as long as you and see Curtis today!" Mitzy smiled.
As we were about to exit the cafe, I turned to Suzie. I don't know what came over me, but I just gave her the biggest hug I'd ever given anybody. This took her by surprise, but she returned the hug.
"Thank you very much, Suze," I said. "I could never thank you enough for everything you've done.
"That's what friends are for. Now go!"
"Won't you come with me?"
"No, I can't hold your hand all the time, Pookie. This is something you'll have to do on your own."
She was right again.
We split up at the bus stop. Suzie was off to catch up with some friends and I decided I'd walk to Curtis' motel.
Curtis
I was taken aback after my encounter with Pookie's mother. That woman doesn't deserve to have a loving and beautiful son like Pookie.
I went back to the cafe, where we had our very first date. Mitzy wasn't working this morning. I had a quick coffee and organic wheat-free muffin, and went back to the motel.
I got back onto my computer and sent e-mails to the moving company, requesting that my belongings be brought during the following week, and a note to my financial advisor to ensure that the money would be in my account on Monday for the apartment.
All that done, I did some surfing, caught up with some sites I've not looked at in a while and gritted my teeth at some new flame war in one of my regular news groups.
And then I heard a knock on my door...
Pookie-Boy
I literally think I was more scared when I got to the motel than I was on our first meeting. This was my big moment. Everything, all I'd lived for up until now was leading up to this point in time.
As I reached his motel door. A sudden wave of sadness and insecurity washed over me. What if he's changed his mind? What if he'd moved out or shifted because of me? I thought I'd die if that were to happen.
Meekly, I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Asked a familiar voice. At least Curtis was home.
"It's Lochlan...err...Pookie..." my voice went all squeaky.
"Come in, the door's open."
That was all I wanted to hear. I swung the door open. Curtis was standing by his bed, arranging things in his suitcase. I ran to him like I've never run before. I opened my arms and hugged him. I hugged him and didn't want to let go.
He was surprised but happy, and his arms soon enveloped me.
"Please, never let me go. I don't ever want to leave you again. Please say that you'll never leave me. I know I can be stupid at times, but my love for you is much stronger than anything else." I had tears in my eyes as I was saying this.
Curtis saw the state I was in, and his arms started to smoothly rub my back, as if to say that it was all going to be fine.
"Shhh...baby. Don't worry about it. I'll have you be my side for the rest of my days. I'd be honored if a spunky young dude like you was willing to sacrifice his youth to be with a crabby old fuddy-duddy like me."
I stopped and just stared at him.
"You're not that old," I laughed. "Crabby... well, we'll have to do something about that!"
We stared into each others eyes for a minute.
"Curtis, my love. I have a confession to make." I told him about my encounter at the sex shop. "I felt so bad about what I did, I didn't know if you'd ever forgive me."
Curtis smiled and nodded forgivingly.
I told him the situation with my parents, and how I didn't want to go back home. He said that I could spend tonight with him and worry about tomorrow when it comes.
What had I cone to deserve Curtis loving me? Was it all the misfortunes I'd had as a child? Was it the bad luck I'd encountered with Lucas?
"As long as you're by my side," Curtis said, "there will be a few rules to follow.
"The first rule is no more tears. It is now my job in life to see that nothing ever hurts you again. Understood?" I nodded.
"Secondly, I expect you to be honest with me. I think I can forgive anything you do - well, almost. I only ask you to be honest."
I nodded again.
"Finally, if you want us to break up, I want you to talk to me about it. I don't want you running around lying to yourself and me. If there's somebody else in your life you'd rather be with, I'll respect that."
Oh, how I loved this man! Where else would I find somebody as understanding and caring as Curtis!
He picked up the phone and called room service. "To celebrate your return, we're going to have lunch on you!"
"Huh?" I didn't understand. I was happy to pay for lunch, but I really wasn't that hungry.
"Don't worry, sweet prince, all will be revealed soon. First," he said, "I think you should have a shower whilst I prepare the finishing touches."
"A shower alone?" I asked.
"I had one earlier. Ask no questions, young one. Curtis knows what he's doing."
"OK," I replied, heading for the shower. "I don't have a change of clothes, though."
"No need, we're going to eat here," he smiled deviously.
I was confused, but implicitly trusted Curtis. He was the man of my life, after all. I knew he was up to something. I had no idea what, but I was going to find out soon.
I quickly removed my clothes and jumped into the shower. Ah, the same shower that Curtis and I shared a couple of nights ago. That seemed to be such a long time ago!
Anyway, I gave my torso a quick wash, giving Mr. Wiggly a more thorough clean (one never knows when Mr. Wiggly will be in the mood for entertaining!). My armpits also got paid special attention. Grief, I just remembered the attention Curtis paid to them the other night! This made me hard, but I wanted to save my juice for whatever was going to happen tonight (surely, something would happen, seeing as we were going to sleep in the same bed!!).
As I was drying off, I heard Curtis at the door: "Don't come out yet. I'm going to come in and get you."
"OK, that's fine by me!"
Curtis opened the door and eyed my naked body, smiling. "God, do you know that you become more and more beautiful every day? You're almost good enough to eat."
What is it with Curtis and food today?
"Don't be scared, Pookie. Have faith in me. I'm going to have to blindfold you to take you into the next room. You don't have to do this, but I want you to be surprised with what I've organized for this afternoon."
"I trust you, Curty. I know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt or embarrass me."
He put the blindfold around my eyes. I couldn't see a thing! Pity, as I wanted to take a peek at what he'd done.
Curtis took me by the hand and led me back to what I assumed was the bedroom.
"I'm going to pick you up now and place you on the bed."
"All right."
He did so, and lay me down on a soft bed of... well, I knew it was fragrant and soft...hey, it was a bed of... flowers?? What??
He slowly removed my blindfold.
Surely enough, I was laying in a bed of rose petals and honeysuckle flowers. The aroma was almost overwhelming. On a table beside the bed, I noticed several plates of fruit, several exotic types I'd never before seen. It must've cost him a fortune to bring this into the country at this time of year!
"And now," Curtis said, with a smile beaming from eye to eye, "lunch will be on you."
With those words, he overturned all the plates of fruit on my body and started massaging the various textures into my flesh! Really! It was ticklish at first, but I got the hang of it and before long, I was feeling sensual.
My chest was buried in mango, my armpits were bathed in coconut milk, my pierced navel was overflowing with passionfruit. Mr. Wiggly was decorated with pineapple rings and cherries. My legs had a mixture of strawberries and some other fruit unknown to me. This was the most exotic feeling I'd ever had.
Curtis slowly started licking my armpits. The feelings were driving me wild! Mr. Wiggly was so excited that I thought I'd better be careful in case he broke off!
He then moved down to my nipples, licking and biting then gently, but only for a minute! Next, he'd moved down to my navel! He started slurping on the passionfruit pulp and I felt like I'd gone to heaven. I couldn't help but let out a not so gentle moan! Oh, man! How could I have ever thought that this man doesn't love me?
Moving down to my feet, I felt Curtis applying some mashed melon between my toes, and then sucking my toes and licking in between to get it all out. Oh, dude! I'm ticklish! I couldn't help but laugh as his tongue moved across the soles of my feet.
"I've been saving the best for dessert," he muttered, with a gleam in his eye.
With one might swoop, he engulfed Mr. Wiggly, filling his nose and chin with pineapple! His head was moving faster and faster on my pole. He was paying attention not only to the head, but the length of the shaft as well. He'd surprise me - with one move, he'd lick the perimeter of the head, and just as I was getting used to it, he'd bury himself, his tongue gently licking the base.
This was too hot for me, and I knew that I'd spurt out my seed any second. When I felt his teeth gently bite at the base (he was probably after the pineapple), I exploded into his mouth. The feeling was unlike I'd ever had before. I could see fluorescent colors, the whole universe flying by. I was floating and nothing could stop the euphoric feeling!
"Thank you very much for letting me have lunch on you," Curtis smiled. "I feel that I should reciprocate the favor."
With that, Curtis removed his clothes with the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, he jumped on the bed beside me. I was a juicy, syrupy mess but he still pulled me atop of him.
I slowly built up a rhythm of sliding up and down his body, ensuring that the some of the fruity sludge ended up on him as well.
"You smell beautiful," Curtis said. "And you taste just divine!"
He started licking my face and neck, sucking in all the sweet juices.
I felt his manhood as hard as a rock, and a flash of inspiration hit me. Immediately before taking care of Curtis' need, I took a swig of the coconut milk (very rich and sweet!) but didn't swallow. Instead, I went down on Curtis.
"Uhhhh," he groaned. I'm sure he was surprised at my action.
I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep this up. It was a bit like trying to hold your breath underwater, even though it was full of water.
I poked Curtis' anal cavity with my finger, swiftly moving in and out, probing around for his prostate. His moans here becoming louder and more frequent. I knew he was near.
Feeling the jets of his hot juice spray into my mouth, I gently swished the cocktail in my mouth, carefully trying to not let any escape nor swallow any.
Curtis was still breathing heavily. With his mouth open, I rushed up and gave him a big kiss, releasing the juices straight into his mouth.
Our kissing continued for another couple of minutes, when I realized that I'd become hard again.
"That was the most incredible feeling, Pookie," Curtis said. "Where did you learn to do such a thing?"
"I could ask you the same thing about the fruit. What possessed you to come up with such an idea?"
Curtis smiled and kissed me again.
"Oh, I love you very much, but some times you're too clever for your own good!" Curtis smiled. "I see Mr. Wiggly's in the mood for more!
"I think I have a banana here somewhere!"
"What?" I asked.
"No, don't worry, I'm just feeling a bit peckish. They say that bananas are the perfect food."
"Yes, I've heard that as well. Hang on, I have an idea... I think that I should feed you, after all you've done for me today!"
"No, Pookie, I don't think that will be necessary."
"Oh, but you don't know what I have in mind!"
With that, I peeled the banana and mashed it to a pulp with my hands.
"Hey!" Curtis protested.
I continued, I applied the mush onto Mr. Wiggly.
"Eat that, if you're hungry!"
"With pleasure!"
Curtis swiftly enveloped my love muscle. This time, it didn't take very long for Mr. Wiggly to spew out his manly juice.
Curtis
Pookie and I just lay there together, in a warm embrace. The afternoon of passionate love making was over. It was now well into the evening, and I was feeling quite tired. It's not everyday that I spend the entire afternoon making love to hot young stud!
Pookie must've felt the same. I didn't notice him nodding off to sleep, but as I turned to him, I noticed that he had contentedly dozed off with a smile on his face. He must be having a pleasant dream, I thought to myself.
I pulled the covers over us, and joined him in the land of slumber.
Pookie-Boy
I was having that dream. The one where Tommy the teddy bear was attacking me. Except that this time, Tommy had my mother's face. She was yelling obscenities and was running toward me, about to attack, when I woke up.
Where am I? That was the first thing to enter my mind. This room isn't my room, Tommy - where's Tommy? He's not here! Reaching out, I felt another body, and momentarily began to panic. Fortunately, I worked out my location, but I'd already woken up Curtis.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I replied. "It just took me a minute to realize where I am."
Curtis leant over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Everything's all right, Pookie. I'll protect you. Go to sleep now, and we'll deal with it all in the morning."
That was easy for him to say - and do. Curtis no sooner finished speaking and was snoring again.
I just lay there, worrying, thinking. This was my first night away from home. As much as I hated to admit it, I missed my bed, my creaky floor, my teddy bear. A wave of sadness came over me, and I couldn't help but start sobbing aloud. I miss my house, and now that my parents know that I'm gay, they'll probably never let me in again.
Curtis
Pookie's sobbing woke me up. This was the second time he's woken me up tonight. At this rate, I'll have to take a pill to get a decent night's sleep. I suppose he's missing his family. Well, we all have to grow up some time. I just hoe he won't make a habit of this. I'm no baby-sitter.
"Shhhhhhh..." I wrapped my arms around him, and he was trembling like a leaf.
"I miss Tommy... I miss my mother...." were the words I could make out between the tears.
"It's all right... we'll fix it all up in the morning. Go to sleep."
It appeared that he wasn't convinced.
I sat up, and sat him up, pulling him into my embrace, rubbing his naked back.
"Don't cry, baby, papa will make it better."
He stopped and look my in the eyes. "Really?"
"Yes," I replied. "Now get some sleep."
I calmed him down, and we both lay in bed. I couldn't sleep, and I could tell from the fidgeting that he wasn't sleeping either.
"What day is it tomorrow...err, today?" I asked.
"Sunday."
"Good, it's still the weekend."
"Why? What do you have in mind?" Pookie asked.
"Did you already forget what I promised to help you do this weekend? And you youngsters say that us oldies have a mind like a sieve!"
Pookie let out a stifled laugh and then was quiet.
"In a brown paper bag on my bedside table, I have a tube of permanent green colored dye. Remember the green pubic hair?"
Pookie turned around. "Thank you, Curtis," he said, kissing me and with a smile in his voice.
Pookie-Boy
I cuddled up to him, and we safely entered the world of dreams, somewhat belated, for another night.
Sure, there still many things that had to be worked out. Sure, there was a lingering sadness in my heart, some nagging doubts in my head. Things would just turn out fine between us, wouldn't they?
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