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johnrcrichton00 (johnrcrichton00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 13:05:00

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complete, day 7, john crichton, maxxie oliver, pheromones

Day 7- DAY OF THE PHEROMONES!
Who: John and Maxxie
What: Day of the Pheromones, Mountain Biking
When: Day 7, Morning
Where: Starting along the mountain biking trails and then…
Rating: TBD
Status: CLOSED-COMPLETE

John awoke feeling a bit homesick for once…not for his most recent home, friends and family on the starship, Moya, but for Earth…for a simpler time; he thought of his time as a boy doing things with his dad and his buddy, D.K. Knox. What great times they had playing ball, fishing, camping, riding their dirt bikes…he stopped and thought, They have mountain biking here…yeah…think I’ll check that out today!.

While in the shower, John made his plans for the day, he decided that, before he went mountain biking, he’d stop by the café and pick up a few snacks and wrap them up to stuff in his backpack for later on…but, his main decision was that it wouldn’t be as much fun to go alone as it would to bike with someone else. For some reason, Maxxie Oliver came into his mind. He laughed at how silly the boy looked when he first saw him, all sprawled along the ground…no shirt and a pink boa! Crazy kid was high on something and thought John was Brigitte’s dad…thought his arrival on the planet was all some elaborate joke being played on him. John lathered up his shampoo and shook his head remembering the poor boy when the truth finally hit him. Such a pitiful sight…John actually thought Maxxie was going to have a full out nervous breakdown.

Stepping out of the shower to towel off, John was never more sure of a decision. He figured that he could check up on Maxxie and make sure he was okay and be like a father figure to him…he was technically old enough to be his dad, him being 35 and Maxxie being 19…he grinned at himself in the mirror and said, “Well, let’s say big brother”. He dressed in forest-green cargo shorts, standard white wifebeater, ankle socks and biking shoes. Grabbing his backpack, he filled two waterbottles and tossed them in and also a first aid kit. With a smile, he hurried out to get started.

Stopping in the café, John selected four different prewrapped sandwiches, a couple bags of chips, four energy bars and several napkins. On the way out the door he saw a small rack that hadn’t been there before…it had Pez dispensers hanging on it. He laughed looking at the candy dispensers with the giant heads that spit candy out of their throats. He hadn’t been on Earth in so long, he didn’t recognize some of the characters, but a few he did… “Bullwinkle!”, he chuckled, “Gotta get this for Maxxie”, he tossed it in his pack.

Entering housing unit D, John took the steps to the second level, two at a time, and whistled as he strolled down the hallway to room #D225. Knocking enthusiastically, he called out, “Mrs. Oliver, can Maxxie come out and play?!”.

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maxxie_oliver
2008-08-13 06:28 am UTC (link)

Maxxie slid one hand around John's hip, reaching back to grasp and massage a muscular ass cheek as his lips pistoned along the length of John's thick cock. The teenager moaned in pleasure as he felt the same action being dealt to his own member. John was hard as steel and long enough to press into Maxxie's throat with every down stroke. It was heaven knowing this hot man thought he was sexy, wanted him just as badly.

The strong hands that stroked his body were tender but sure in their movements. Although John may not have had experience with blow jobs, Maxxie was sure the handsome man had had his share and knew what felt good. That was obvious in how artfully he brought Maxxie from hot and bothered to frantic need.

Maxxie's breath became uneven, riddled with gasps and moans, all spoken around the rock hard shaft that slid between his swollen lips. John's tongue and hands, the purr of the man's deep voice, warm breath against moist skin had the teen quivering.

His hand dropped from it's grip of John's thick rod, hefting the pair of testicles that swayed beneath. Maxxie's eyes widened at the weight and size of the pair. The nip to his hip bone came as a surprise to the boy, his body tensing as he released a little yelp, not from pain but the jolt of pure electricity that coursed through his body from the unexpected touch.

Nuzzling into John's cock, Maxxie's voice came out as a murmur, thick with desire, "I'm sure this big fella has given it's share."

With the enthusiasm of a child with candy, Maxxie went back to work on the impressive shaft, gulping and pulling, licking and pumping. He felt a sense of reverence for this man-sized tool and planned to worship as long as he was allowed.

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