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

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Entry tags: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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[info]johnrcrichton00
2008-08-14 06:09 pm UTC (link)
John was, to say the least, very well endowed ...it earned him a reputation and quite a few nicknames in college...it also earned him many zealous, expert and amateur blow jobs, but not one of them was anything like what Maxxie was doing for him. How was this boy doing it? John felt like every nerve ending in his body was now connected to his cock and this beautiful boy had every single one of those nerve endings on fire. His hips began a thrusting rhythm and he was totally distracted from what he was doing for Maxxie. John was definately not a selfish lovr, but this amazing boy had him in ecstacy, "OH GOD,MAXXIE!", he cried out...then he pulled himself free and gasped, "Backpack...K-Y...".

John put up his finger telling Maxxie not to move as he half run, half stumbled to the backpack and ran back smiling with a first aid kit...he opened it and pulled out a lerge tube of, "Look, kid, K-Y Jelly!", he exclaimed, "Give you any ideas?!". He pounced on top of the sexy blond and started kissing him madly, grinding their cocks together and letting his hands roam freely. His lips finally moved to Maxxie's ear and he growled hoarsely, "I want to eat you and then I want to fuck you, baby", he leaned back and held the boy's angelic face between his two strong hands, "If you are afraid, I'll understand, but if you think you can, I need you now, angel...", he ran a hand back through Maxxie's golden locks, "...I've got to have you now...afterwards, I will give you the best blow job I can give...or you can play hide the sausage in me...", he grinned and rubbed noses with the cutest boy he'd ever laid eyes on.

Rising up on his knees, John waved the tubed of K-Y in front of Maxxie and asked, "Would someone like to grease me up?"


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