charisstoma

Title: One Side Cutting U Convex Pouch Comfortable Boxer Brief
for the view but this grew from Not a Lot of Help
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count:655


Andy popped his head in through the doorway,“Newt’s asleep. I’m going to dish up some ice cream. You want any?”

“Hmmm,” Simon responded, “yeah, sure.”

Coming further into the room, “What are you looking at….” Andy stopped. “Holy… Why, ever..?”

“You don’t think it would be fun to wear? I think you’d look very, very good in this.”

“Even the model can’t quite pull it off.”

“You wouldn’t have to. ( Read more... )

Another Meridae challenge prompt photo
http://cheezburger.com/8801323264/this-kitten-clearly-loves-popsicles

Title: The Monster Purrs
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 272

He squinted, his gaze narrowed into the phone’s camera lens. The red thing on the stick was good, burningly cold on his tongue, and sweet. Addicting. When it was gone he’d destroy the phone, hurt the human for the humiliation of posting of his shame and then hurt them again until they gave him another one of these frozen things.
Between licks he decided that he needed to figure out a way to cut out the middle person. Right after he finished his red frozen sweet thing, he’d go analyze the box that kept things cold. His humans opened the cold treasure holder easily enough.

“Pete! The freezer has been open all day.”

“I closed it. I swear. Last night, after…” Sam and Peter both noticed the shredded popsicle wrappers on the floor at the same time.

“You created the monster,” Sam poked a finger into Pete’s chest. He growled, “now you go to the hardware store and get a latch to keep Tink out of our freezer. I’ll see what can be salvaged from this mess.” He waved a hand at the defrosted food still inside the freezer part of the refrigerator.

A dark shape slunk into the kitchen and sat staring up at Sam shortly after.

“No.”

A paw was washed before the stare recommenced.

“They’re all gone.”

Tink stared at him and then towards the garage door.

“NO! I am not opening the door!” Quickly pulling out his phone, “Pete, get 2 safety latches and something for the door. Tink knows about the other freezer in the garage.”

There was an angry hiss from the region of the floor.

2. Why leaves change color?


Title: A Tale not Told
Mythology
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 302

Long ago, it is said, trees used to walk the earth. No one knew why, just that they did. Sometimes they still do.

Acer could have told them but he was held to the oath all trees take as saplings; never to reveal that they can walk, or talk for that matter at least not in human speech. Still he remembers what it was like to dance in the moonlight; to do more than dance, to fuck in the moonlight. That knowledge comes down through the generations, born into each and every tree.

So he remembers the time when a human caught two maples cavorting drunkenly from having imbibed the other’s sweet sap, of how the human joined in and sipped from the hollow knotholes that the drunken ones had used and used those same knotholes for his own rutting.

He remembered, as did those trees and the human did too, making up some tale of spirits beings in the trees. A tale changed through the years of a god pursuing a nymph until she turned herself into a tree to escape him.

Acer could tell that to this day all maple trees remember and their leaves blush crimson, knowing that the humans have a way to record images now and admire the effects of their shame until the trees in desperation drop those same leaves to stand naked and stark but less noticeable in the landscape.

All the trees do this to some degree, for the shame is there for all … except the conifers who have no shame to speak of.

Acer could tell but he doesn’t but he and his kin speak, just not in human word, when the wind rushes through their limbs and sometimes when there are none to notice they still dance in that same wind.

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 22
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 666
Meridae and Meep = instigators.
Continues from Part 21


“You are a bad, bad, bad man. I’ll go get you some orange juice and we wasted a perfectly good opportunity for a semen emission collection,” Sonya lamented as she levered herself up from the bed. Everett grinned tiredly up at her and she sighed, “and yes, this did count as being with a female diner.”

His hypothesis was correct, vampires had reflexes like sharks you just had to chum the waters, so to speak; get a little fresh tasty blood in their mouth and they couldn’t help themselves. Guess that was why there was the probation against anything penetrative when a vampire was trying to coax someone to let them have them. All he’d had to do was impale his ass on one of Sonya’s fangs, seemingly totally not by accident. The blood in her mouth had done the rest.( Read more... )

Continues with Part 23

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 17
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1012
Next couple of entries I'm going to blame on meridae and dyoklako. And internet is reacting to the rain. *growls*
Continues from Part 16


Everett called in sick for the next couple days and he could tell that Christie was relieved and trying not to show it. She told him to take as many days as he needed and call when he ‘felt’ better. She’d find the hours for him.

“You have any bills that need paying?” Stephen asked quickly adding, “we can do them on-line. You heard Connell tell me to take care of things while he was gone. Having you feel secure that there’s a place for you to go back to if this doesn’t work out seems like one of those things that comes under that heading. Takes the pressure off…”

“…while plying me with all the perks of being a kept man,” Everett continued the sentence. “Do you know how much money I’m saving from not buying food?” he added sarcastically.

With a totally saccharine smile Stephen smirked, “all you have to do is lay back or on all fours or any position that a certain person thinks up and open your legs and let a giant mosquito suck on you while he brings you to orgasm after a length of time he determines. Don’t discount the quality of the eyes rolling up in your head sex that all you have to do for is beg.”

“Yeah, that last one.”

“So, your bed or mine tonight?” ( Read more... )

Continues with Part 18

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 9
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 572
Continues from here Part 8


The rhythmic thumping of his clothes in the drier tried to act as a lullaby or at least that’s what he told himself it was. It was his clothes and if Stephen just happened to be keeping time with his grunts and Ahs and other more distinguishable words, he was going to ignore it. And who knew that cocks had ears; minds of their own was an accepted fact, ask any guy; but ears? He petted his cock, “They’ll be done soon and then we can fall asleep,” he consoled it. There was a laugh from down the hall. He froze and then did an experiment, “Can you hear me?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! There, right there!” Stephen responded enthusiastically.

“Show off,” Everett whispered and there was another bark of laughter then Stephen giggling. “Oh that is so not on.” He didn’t even think about it, just picked up a spare pillow to pummel people with or throw at them or something. “I am not a violent person. I am not a violent person.”

The door was open, a glow of dim golden light guiding him to his attack and he stopped just outside the room looking in. The polished wood in the hallway could have been freezing on his bare feet, wafting drafts up under his only covering an extra long t-shirt. It could have been. He wouldn’t have noticed.

Red silk ties lashed Stephen’s wrists to the black metal spindle inserts of the headboard, where his fingers had wound themselves holding on as if for dear life. So much bare flesh gleaming in the low lighting down over his chest and abs. Stephen’s thighs hiding where they were spread, cradled up over Connell’s where he knelt between them.

‘He isn’t close enough to be actually fucking him, is he?’

“No pet, but close enough for other things.”

“I didn’t say that out loud,” Everett accused.

“Stupid Vampire Tricks,” Stephen called from his helpless position. “AH,” his body arched up and tried to force itself further into Connell’s lap, undulating needily a few times before subsiding. “Mean.”

“Stephen likes to be kept just on the edge.” Connell smiled, “He likes his nipples nibbled on too. Come help? Don’t bite, just suck on him. It’ll drive him crazy because it won’t be as intense as when I nibble but it will bring the blood up nicely for when I do get there.” He paused, “If you like, I do have another set of fingers.” His smile grew, “he’ll love watching you on all fours rocking onto my fingers in time to my thrusting into him.” Connell had an evil grin, “Don’t worry I won’t let you come either until my lips are around your cock and you can feed me your essence,” he snickered, “No wet spots.”

“Try it. Try it Try it!” Stephen called, “Please,” his hips moving to the unseen music of Connell’s fingers held a certain urgency.

Moving towards the bed, Stephen stopped him, “Shirt off,” he panted. “Bottle’s beside my leg, bother, well that’s where it used to be.” He moaned. “You’ll have to pour it for him.” Another pant, “his other hand’s busy.”

Stripping off the shirt blocked his line of sight and just for a moment he paused.

“Rhett, get o-ver here,” Stephen’s voice rising. “Bottle. Get. The. Bottle.”

He found it and things moved smoothly and quickly into position. The bed was big enough for three.

Continues here Part 10

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 6
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 880
Follows from Part 5

Everett woke to a not warm, but not cool, hand stroking his belly with danger of going lower. He nudged his hips up towards that hand on its downward path and heard a quiet laugh.

“Are you awake sweetling?”

Stretching his arms up from under the warmth of the blanket, he brought them down again and nestled back into the body behind him, “m’be.”

There was another quiet laugh and a kiss to behind his ear followed by a sigh, “Then we must inform Sonya to come do the last part for your medical assessment. Do not be alarmed if I growl, it’s a possessive thing amongst my kind.” The body behind him moved to get up.

“Don’t,” Everett inwardly cringed at how needy that sounded and swallowed, “I’m feeling a bit …” There was no other word for it but he changed it as a word did come, “dependent, right now and I’ve got this needle phobia thing going.”

“It’s probably not a good thing for me to be near another of my kind if they are drawing blood from you. It will make Sonya nervous,” was said hesitantly.

Everett blinked and sat up holding the blanket to his chest like a shy maiden, really looking at the other male. The eyes were intense, pupils blow wide. There was a faint blush to the cheeks and looking at the lips, you really couldn’t tell that this wasn’t an everyday person you could meet on the street.

“Do you burn if you’re out in the sun? You know, like the myths say.”

A smile pulled at the other’s lips, “I would be running around like a man being chased by bees looking for shade.” Those lips opened a bit wider, “The sun bites.”

A thought came to Everett, “What time is it?” he asked with worry casting his eyes around for a clock. “You’re not going to have to go out in the sun are you?”

“I’m in no danger, sweetling.”

There was a knock at the door and the woman, ‘Sonya’, he told himself, entered carrying a tray with more juice and a cloth napkin laid over small objects. ‘Discretion, yeah, mustn’t scare the needle phobe.’

“How do you feel?”

“I’m okay.” He tried for a smile, “I know what’s behind the napkin, Oh Great and Mighty Oz.”

Sonya full out grinned at him. “And here I thought I could mislead you with the juice.”

He played along, “Jooo-ce. Ummmm. Yes joooce.” There was a laugh from the other side of the room.

“Connell, you really should be leaving now. Stephen is waiting in the car,” Sonya said in reproof.

There was a growl, “I will stay until after the blood is drawn and he is dressed.”

“Everett. My name is Everett,” was said with a raised chin earning him a smile from one and a sighed shaking of the head from the other.

“My self control is flawless. I was safe with him last time. He’ll be quite safe with me this time and I’ve already drawn a blood specimen from him once.” She stopped, rising fast as Connell came across the room towards her.

“People? I’m right here. See me? I’m drinking my juice,” brought both heads around to look at him. “Ooooh, scary.” Everett pointed his finger at one of the two fanged faces, “You were right. And you’re being scary. I can do this. You should go.”

“Are you sure, pet?”

“Yes.” He flipped his hand in a shoo motion towards the door and after Connell looked at him for a few minutes more before heading towards the door, he gave a soft, “Thank you.”

Connell turned from the hall and smiled at him, “Next time?”

“Yes.”

Everett turned to Sonya, “Okay,” he drew in a breath, “let’s do the bloodletting and then let’s dish.”

Sonya frowned, “Dish?”

“Stephen’s his consort? And he doesn’t mind that Connell,” Everett asked uncertainly at the presumption, “and I are doing the sex thing while he’s feeding?”

There was a smile, “The ‘sex thing while feeding’ is quite normal, it sweetens the blood of the donor. It’s also normal for a certain possessiveness to come into play if there’s another of us close to our recent meal.” She paused, “You did that very well, defusing the situation.”

“Do your kind,” he was pussyfooting around the vampire word, “ever share blood donors while feeding?” he asked hesitantly.

“Not usually. There is only so much blood available that can be taken safely from one person.” The needle was slipped in smoothly and Everett did not watch.

“There isn’t a website or anything where I could learn this? I feel very stupid.”

Sonya stood up, “Ah, but then what would one talk about after feeding?” she said smiling. “I’ll leave you to finish your juice and get dressed. You don’t need to rush. The results should be available at the medical clinic within a few days. You should call for a follow up. We will be informed of the results by them as well but call us if you have any questions and, if you still want, to set up your next meeting with your diner.” Moving towards the door, “Remember, you can request a different diner if you change your mind.”

Continues herePart 7

If you haven't read Meri's take on this do that first here.
It's sweet slightly naughty fun.
This is mine and maybe Meep will get involved and/or really anyone is welcome.

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Title: We secure our friends not by accepting favors but by doing them.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 456
Prompt: We secure our friends with silk ties.



It started as a drunken dare. Well, Chuck thought that was the way it started, he was drunk at the time. Dave, he wasn’t so sure of. In retrospect he probably wasn’t since Little Chuck was unhurt and it was probably one of the best nights he’d ever been had.

He tried to shift in the bed but there were arms wrapped around him and they tightened when he moved away from the cozy warmth in quest for the too bright light and cold tile of the bathroom.

“Dude, I gotta take a piss. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He groaned. “Aspirin.” He needed that too.

“Some next to the lamp. Left it out for you with a bottle of water,” was the muffled reply from the blankets as the arms reluctantly withdrew.

Yeah the tile was cold and the light way brighter than he wanted but the water tasted great, carving its way through the sludge of spit in his mouth. He squinted at the mirror.

What the hell had he done? Dave was his best friend and they both were coming out of bad breakups; jerks who didn’t deserve them, he and Dave had agreed. He groaned. Would this break up a friendship that was the safety base that he’d used more than once when things turned hairy? The sink was damned hard and equally cold and it hurt his head even more.

Warm arms came around him from behind pulling him away from the dangerous porcelain fixture. “Dude, you’re going to hurt yourself or the sink or both. Come back to bed and let the aspirin work its magic.”

“Will you still respect me in the morning?”

A kiss was pressed to the skin of his shoulder, “Yeah. Even more if you let me use those silk ties on you again.” There was a pause, “You do want us to be more than friends with benefits don’t you or … well if not we’re still best bros, right?”

“Ask me when my head doesn’t hurt and with benefits or not, you’re still my best bud.”

Dave helped him back to the bed, to his, “hmmm warm cozy bed and warm cozy arms.”

“Hush. Sleep it off and we’ll talk after. I really like your ass by the way. Always have.”

“You did more than like it last night.” There was a prod from behind him. “Little Dave is poking me,” he whined.

“Then stop teasing him and go back to sleep,” was said back.

He sure hoped that it wasn’t the hangover that made him hear the softly spoken, “Love you, Bro.” But just in case he mumbled, “Love you too, Dude,” before he fell asleep.

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 3
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1333
http://www.rnceus.com/cbc/cbcrbc.html
http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/polycythemia-vera/basics/symptoms/con-20031013
I've read of this condition, a long time ago, being discovered by a man setting off the metal detectors at the airport. He was lucky they did, it can be fatal.

This follows from Part 2
*snarls at Meep* No, I didn't get to the next date in this one.
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More Part 4

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 881

The flight of stairs was inviting, the dark texture of the stones so solidly uncompromising under the lush living greenery spilling over it at the sides. The blades of those plants seemed to stretch towards whoever mounted those steps.

Everett paused. The advertisement had said, ‘Cash for those who dare. Donate blood. We do all the Work.’ The house at the top of the stairs didn’t look like a Blood Bank. The time of day was late too, but he’d thought that the appointment had been arranged with the idea of being able to fit the donating around people’s day time jobs. That had worked for him, he’d spent all day going from interview to interview and had had time for quick stop to pick up a burger before showing up here.

Taking a breath, he started climbing hoping that this wouldn’t take too long. The appointment made on-line had seemed efficient and clinical, a little creepy and anonymous; user name: guest, password: blood. There’d been a few questions about his medical history once he’d filled in the normal; age, gender, weight, blood type. Sexual orientation wasn’t that odd an addition to the list anymore and he expected it when the little popup box questioned his last HIV test date and results. Evidently his answers were judged to be acceptable as he was told to check back the next day using his log-in information. And so, here he was climbing ‘interesting’ stairs towards an equally ‘interesting’ house, he blew out a breath to ease his tension.

The door was solid, no windows, and looked able to withstand any attack from a zombie apocalypse. Perhaps these were survivalists, who were prepping for all eventualities. The hill the house stood on could easily hide quite a large underground compound. He scanned the front of the house and spotted the cameras discretely concealed under the eaves and nodded to himself, ‘Yep, preppers. Best to get this over and done and back to trying to make a living in the present.’

The door opened silently before he even sought out the doorbell, revealing a mirrored antechamber that gave the illusion of openness in the small space of the common elevator. He’d been in such an elevator once at a hospital and had the same reaction. There was something unsettling about seeing multiples of yourself reflected from whatever direction you looked. The door behind him had closed just as soundlessly as it had opened and the wall in front of him slid to the side.

“Ah, you are punctual. That is a favorable attribute in a donor. Please follow me and we’ll get you hooked up.” The woman wore a closed smile and a costume somewhat like a nurse dressed as a governess with long skirts in dark muted colors.
‘Okay, so maybe a Steampunk club or variation there of.’ He shrugged internally. It was getting curiouser and curiouser but the room she led him to was nice. The lights were dimmed and there was a large comfortable recliner next to a small table with a quaint linen cloth draped down over the top. There was no sign of the implements of torture and he found himself smiling at the whimsical thought.

“If you could take off your jacket and shirt please? I will need to do a small verifying physical; nothing more than temperature, heart rate and blood pressure. Here let me place a cloth over the chair.” She fit the action to the words and carried out the mini-exam with the efficiency of the long practice. Again she gave that closed mouth smile, “You seem to be a bit excited. That happens more often than you’d think with such affairs, especially with first time donors. We are very avant-garde and have nitrous oxide available, just enough to take the edge off nerves.”

Before he knew it a mask was over his mouth and nose.

“Breathe deeply please. Afterwards you’ll be given a large glass of orange juice and some oxygen to counteract the effects.” The smile sweetened or the laughing gas was working. “I’ll send in your individual now, I think you are ready.” She patted him on the shoulder, “Any arrangement for other services are between the two of you and usually are reflected in the monetary amount paid to you.”

Everett didn’t even notice as she left. A man in evening attire entered and smiled at him.

“Oh, you are perfect.” He pulled up a chair beside the recliner and sat. “I need to prepare you,” and the smile widened, “so luscious.” Fingers played over Everett’s chest, cool fingers circling and then scraping lightly over his nipples before rolling them. “Absolutely perfect,” was said as lips mouthed over the plains of his abdomen and a hand worked the zipper of his pants. Cool air fanned over his rapidly stiffening cock and a kiss was placed over the small mouth at its head. “You set such a delectable table, I don’t know where to start,” was breathed near his ear. “I think with a kiss to the lips,” and Everett felt chilled lips on his own before the sucking nip as he was savored.

His cock grew under the expert manipulation of his diner’s grasp and waited for its turn, probably for dessert.

Continues with Part 2