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December 27th, 2007

Challenge #44 - Crackfic [Dec. 27th, 2007|10:47 am]
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Title: Off to see the Wizard
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Any
A/N: A Emmett drabble, and no disrespect to Brian intended.
Condom: Michael

Emmett danced along the yellow brick road, rhinestones on his shirt sparkling in the sunlight, red shoes seemingly to have a mind of their own as they kept the beat to his singing.
“We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz”
Dorothy sighed, wondering how she had got stuck with this one.
“So……tell me more about this wizard!”
“I’ve already told you, he’s just your type”
“Tall? Muscular? Good looking? Gives good head? And you know I have a thing about size don’t you?”
“Just add arrogant, opinionated, egotistical”
“Sounds perfectly delicious!”
“We’re here”
“Welcome Emmett!”
“BRIAN!”
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Challenge # 44:Closed// Challenge # 45: Blow Jobs [Dec. 27th, 2007|01:15 pm]

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Challenge # 44 is OFFICIALLY CLOSED
CONDOM WAR
Micheal....15
Brian.........37
and JUSTIN wins with 65 - yikes Brian's ass is gonna be sore!

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CHALLENGE # 45 :
BLOW JOBS
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Whore In A Hoody [Dec. 27th, 2007|06:11 pm]

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Title: Hustler!Justin XXXIX(Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): None


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Hustler Justin XXXIX
Whore In A Hoody




I hear him banging and yelling and I cover my ears. When I do the reality starts swirling and settling, so I curl up in my chair and let the sounds of his panic become white noise to cover my own rising sense of the same. When I close my eyes images flash. They’re skewed, they can’t be right. Isaac never looked happy or turned on when we practiced…did he? I hear a noise and realize it’s me. I’m keening. Isaac would tell me to stop. I try but I can’t. He’s not here to stop me. I get louder.

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