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mariam_owns_you @ 2006-05-20T21:18:00

2006-05-21T01:18:58Z

Title: Sickness
Author: mariam_owns_you
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Zacky's sick and Syn wants him to get help.
Author's note: Piece of shitty drabble from a hell-day at la escuela
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(Zacky's P.O.V.)

My feet dangled over the edge of the counter from which I was sitting on. I was rummaging the medicine cabinet, set high on the wall, looking for pills. Any kind of pills. I didn't care which kind, as long as they would take my pain away.

I looked and looked and looked but to no avail. The painkillers were not strong enough or it was all for night-time.

"Zacky?! Are you up there?" Brian called from downstairs. I quickly hopped down from the bathroom counter and ran to the top of the staircase.

"Right here, baby." I said, trying hard not to pant. He eyed me suspiciously.

"You alright? You're sweating."

"I'm fine, Brian. Just a little tired is all."

He slowly ascended the stairs. "You've been tired a lot lately."

"Is that a crime?" I said as I slowly backed up, not wanting him to get too close to me.

He reached the top of the stairs and started nearing me. I tweaked my nose and sneezed. He backed me into the wall.

"Bless you, baby." he said, his eyes never leaving me.

"Thanks," I continued, "Well, I'm going to go lay down for a bit." I slipped past his body and continued down the hall, never looking back.

I opened the door to the bedroom we shared and snuck inside. I laid my tired body down on our bed. I needed something, anything, just some kind of fix.

I heard Brian's footsteps outside the door, and not longer he too came inside. He smiled at me and walked to the dresser, taking off his watch.

"Zacky,” he said with his back turned, "I think you should see someone about this."

"About what?" I asked innocently, right before I sneezed once again.

"Zacky, you have a problem. You need help."

"Brian, I don't know what you're talking about." This time he turned around, facing me.

"Zacky for the love of god just go to the fucking doctor. He'll prescribe you something!"

"Why? I don't need it?" I replied. I knew it was a losing argument, but there was no way in hell I would give into my boyfriend's pleads.

"Zacky, why won't you take care of this?"

"There's nothing to take care of!"

"Zack, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" he asked. I shook my head and got off the bed I was laying on. I walked across the room and into the bathroom that we shared.

I stared at my reflection across the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and there were bags underneath them. My nose resembled Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. My whole face was flushed and sweaty.

"I look like death." I said after some time. My boyfriend leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

"You sound like it too." He was right. My noise was stuffed and my voice was nasally.

"Now, do you believe me?" he asked.

"Brian, I feel like crap." I said, my voice cracking a little. He frowned and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned against him.

"Zacky, please see a doctor. I hate seeing you like this. As much as I enjoy your misery, this is just too much."

"Thanks...wait...hey!--" I was abruptly cut off as he pressed my head against his chest with his hand.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You know I love you."

"I love you to. You really think I should see someone?"

"Please, do it." I sighed.

"Okay, Brian. For you, I will." We both smiled as I leaned my face into his. He quickly pulled back, a look of disgust on his face.

"Hell no! I don't want your sickly germs! "

I hated allergy season.

[A.N.] Should I bother asking for feedback or just quit right now?

mariam_owns_you @ 2006-05-03T19:19:00

2006-05-03T23:19:26Z

Title:Johnny the Stupid Monkey Boy
Author:mariam_owns_you
Rating:Pg-13
Summary: Johnny//Zacky Fluff

Johnny the Stupid Monkey Boy

Disclaimer:Do not own. Pure fiction.

[A.N.] Requested by the lovely Samantha Kills and dedicated to her <33

(Zacky's P.O.V.)

Johnny Christ, bassist of Avenged Sevenfold and total idiot. This man, honestly thinks he is some sort of a monkey man, capable of anything. Anyone who knows him, knows he is nothing but a stupid little monkey boy. He has absolutley no problem going up tall trees in the park. Getting down, however, was something else.

We were currently on a well-needed break from the City of Evil tour, and like many days out of the week, Johnny has run out and done something stupid. Now, the band has told him numerous times to grow up and take himself seriously, but it seems to just go through one ear and out the other. No conscience, no morals, no ethics and absolutely no common sense whatsoever. He was the youngest and shortest in the band, which only added to his prepubescent boy-like characteristics.

Call me old-fashioned or call me modern and hip, but my idea of a good time consists of a surplus of beer, drugs, and good-looking people. Don't get me wrong, Johnny Christ certainly enjoys all of the above, but unlike the rest of the band, he often forgets his age and slips back in time to 're-live his youth'. Playgrounds, parks, beaches, play-pens as Burger King, you name it and he does it.

One of the few things that me and him have in common, is the need to ocassionally slip away from the crazy and hectic life we both lead. The park, is one of our sanctuaries.

Now, despite many interviews, when the band is not on tour, we really do take a break away from each other as well. It's only healthy, we figure. That's why, it's been at least a week or two since I've actually seen Johnny, or any other member from Avenged Sevenfold, in person. We talk on the phone and e-mail eachother, but each individual retains their own personal lifestyle outside the band as well.

On break, I follow a certain morning routine. Today would be no different. I started by pounding my fist into the snooze button on my alarm clock. I tried to convince my body to go back to sleep, but sadly, it didn't work and had to drag my sorry ass out of bed. As per usual, I took a shower, got dressed, drank coffee, grabbed my keys and headed to the local park.

Now, it's no secret that we all live in Huntington Beach and in the same area. But like I said before, we don't spend a whole lot of time together. I treaded down the familiar streets past the familiar houses and the street signs that hadn't moved since last night. I past all of the familiar elderly couples walking their dogs and the little children playing baseball or riding their bike in the middle of the streets. I passed the familiar joggers and runners and cyclists. No, today was just like any other day.

I took the familiar lefts and the familiar rights and ocassionally crossed the roads. It had become so robotic for me, branded in my system. Up ahead I could see the familiar white archway leading to the familiar freshly cut grass that was our neighborhood park. I crossed the street one last time and passed underneath the archway.

At this point, I usually pulled out my pack of cigarettes but this time I decided not to. Why taint one of the few un-tainted places left in this world? I looked up at the vast green land that strecthed out before me. No, I would never smoke here again.

I started down the single-lane cement pathway which would eventually break off into a fork leading into two different directions once it got to the biggest oak tree in all of Huntington Beach. Normally, I'd take the right which would lead me to the familiar play ground and the familiar benches the sat before the ponds that the ducks, swans and geese inhabited. But I figured, I already decided to pass on the cigarette, I think I'll pass on taking the right as well.

It was funny. I've lived here my whole life and I've never taken the left. For once, everything was new.

It was still early in the mornining, and this path was mostly deserted. Every now and then I found some overly excited person on the grass playing frisbee with their dog. Every now and then I passed a jogger listening to their mp3 player a little too loudly. And every now and then, I passed a lonely person leaning against a willow tree, sketching the site in front of them. Even the animals were a rare find. It's funny how opposite this path is compared to the right one. It was more quite, more deserted...yet more fresh and untainted. It didn't take long for me to realize, I liked this one more then I did the other.

Even the trees were different. They were taller, more curvy, more thick, more green and more fresh. They looked strong and overbearing -- not something you see a whole lot when you're on tour. At the bases, small flower beds grew and bloomed beautifully, their fragrance simply dancing in the air. It was completely picturesque.

I continued down the path and literally felt my mood brighten. I stopped next to a bench and decided to sit down to fully take in the beautiful surroundings. In front of me, on the other side of the path, was a small pond. A family of ducks swam in a line across, their movements causing small ripples in the otherwise disturbed water.

I heard something rustle behind me and realized the bench was in front of another incrediblely large willow tree. Lovers names were carved in the trunk, surrounded by little hearts. Normally I'd be rolling my eyes in disgust, but instead found myself wanting to do the same thing.

I again heard another rustle near the tree, distracting me once more.

"Is somebody up there?" I asked.

"Zacky, is that you?"

"Depends on who wants to know."

"Zacky, it's me...Johnny!"

"Johnny, what the fuck are you doing up there?!" I yelled, even though I already knew the answer.

"Oh you know...hanging around." He laughed at his own joke before he continued, "Come up here!". I rolled my eyes and decided to humor him. The last thing I wanted was him ruining my day.

I slowly rose from the bench that I was sitting on. With a final deep breath, I turned around and faced the tree. I slowly gripped my hands around one of the branches as I quickly hauled myself up. I looked up, and saw that Johnny was sitting at, you guessed it, the very top of the tree with a wide grin on his face.

I quickly ran out of breath as I slowly made my way up the tree. Not looking down and cursing every cancer stick I smoked, gripped each branch with hands and feet before I finally made it to Johnny. He held his hand out for me, which I gratefully took, as I sat opposite him on a large branch.

"Took you long enough." He joked as I continued wheezing. He rose an eyebrow.

"Sorry I'm not as in shape as you."

"No, you should be sorry that you smoke a pack a day and don't exercise."

"...Shut up Johnny." I huffed. I looked beyond the branches and was completely awed by the beautiful landscape. I could literally see everything. It was amazing.

"I feel like I'm King of the World." I said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah okay, Leonardo DiCaprio."

"Seriously, Johnny!" He sighed.

"Well duhr. Why do you think I come here all the time?"

"Because you're still a child?"

"Because you guys treat me like one. Alls I want to do is stay young for as long as I can and enjoy my youth, but every time I do you guys put me down. Here, I'm the King. No one can touch me." I looked up at him as he said this in complete serious-ness, looking beyond the landscape. I felt bad. He was right. I can't blame him for wanting to get away, just as much as I do sometimes.

"I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't know what this feels like until now. I can see why you like it up here so much." He turned his head sideways and looked sheepishly at me before looking down. I felt my cheeks turn red as I also turned away.

Overwhelmed with a raw feeling of emotion, I cupped Johnny's head in mine and slowly leaned it. To my surprise, he pressed his face to mine first. Our tongues softly collided as we sat atop a very very high tree, oblivious to the world around us.

"Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." I said as we broke apart. He smiled and leaned in for another kiss. I broke it again as I slowly scooted myself to the edge of the thick branch and carefully jumped across to his. Supporting me with both hands as mine gripped the branch, we continued. I slowly wrapped my hands around his waist as he wrapped his around my neck. We eventually broke again as we took deep breaths of air.

"So, how long do you usually spend up here?" I asked.

"Well...I've been stuck up here for at least a good 3 hours now. That happens a lot." My eyes widened in shock as he quickly pulled me in for another kiss.

After a good 5 minutes, he reached behind him and took out a small switchblade from his back pocket. My eyes widened in shock again as he held it up playfully. He then turned around and carved our initials on the tree from which we were sitting in. I smiled as I watched him, his face hard in concentration as I breathed a sigh of relief.

"So..." he said when he was done.

"How the fuck do we get down?" he asked. I laughed as I once again pressed my face into his.

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mariam_owns_you @ 2006-05-03T19:19:00

2006-05-03T23:18:56Z

Title:Breaking Up 101
Author:mariam_owns_you
Rating:PG-13, R
Summary:Syn's guide to being a Dumpee.[One-Shot]
Author's note: Short, sweet, and to the point.

[A.N.] Thought of this at 12:30am when I couldn't sleep. Go me. Short, sweet and to the point. Oh yeah, don't own.</p>

(Syn's P.O.V.)

There are hundreds of ways to break up with someone. You generally have your excuses and the physical actions. It doesn't really matter which one is used, they're both really just scapegoats to make it 'easier'. My favorite physical action is crying. People who, too coward to break up, just start bawling their eyes out as if they are somehow the victim here. Those people really piss me off. If they're going to break up with someone, they really shouldn't be a bitch about it being their problem.

Excuses are the best, because they're never the truth. When someone tells you "it's not you, it's me," it's a well known fact that it is you. If it was really them, don't you think they'd come up with a more specific reason?

Then there's 'We're just so different'. Because we all know only people who are 100% completely and exactly alike can be happy together, right?

'You're not the person I fell in love with'. That's a killer, right there. If the relationship had lasted a year or two, I might give that excuse some slack, because hey, people change all the time. But I've heard this excuse in relationships that have lasted from 2 weeks to 2 months. Do I really have to go into detail why that just doesn't make sense?

I also love the 'I feel like I'm holding you back'; because you know, it's totally the Dumper's decision as to what you do with you life, right?

My all-time absolute favorite excuse is the 'I think we should see other people'. Why? Because, it's also a well-known fact that when the Dumper is telling the Dumpee that excuse, chances are they've already started seeing other people. In fact, you KNOW they're already seeing other people. And that my friends, makes said break-up even more difficult.

Take a look at Zacky Vengeance, best friend, band mate, and world-renowned heart breaker. I have seen this man in more failed relationships then Pamela Anderson, Jennifer Lopez, Britney Spears and any other crappy pop singer for that matter combined. I have seen this man break more hearts then just about any other rock-star that I've met. Being his best friend, I was usually there witnessing the scenario and let me tell you, watching Zacky Vengeance break up with someone is like watching a very slow train wreck. You really shouldn't watch but goddamn are your eyes glued.

Zacky is, simply put, a party-boy. He wants nothing more then a good time. I don't necessarily blame the poor harlots who's hearts he's broken, because no one really knows him like I do. The man has many layers, many expressions, each one even more different then the next.

I thought I knew him, at least. It wasn't until about a year ago, was a new layer of him exposed.

It was exactly one year ago, and he had just broken up with girlfriend #454644. She actually seemed somewhat decent enough, but for some reason he broke it off with her after only a month. He had called me on his phone asking if he could come over, at like 3:00am. I thought he was drunk or something, but he sounded perfectly fine on the phone and even when he showed up.

I remember it was raining that night. He pounded relentlessly on my door, and when I opened it the man was completely dripping wet after walking his way here. I let him borrow some dry clothes and gave him some coffee as he made himself comfortable on my couch. I sat down next to him, unsure of what to do or what to say. He was really weird that night. He wasn't drunk or high or under any other influence for that matter, but he also didn't seem perfectly normal either. He looked as if he had just had some kind of revelation. It was as if he had discovered the Missing Link or the 8th world wonder. It was as if he had discovered the world's most greatest secret, and only he alone knew this.

He didn't say anything for the longest time; just staring out into oblivion. After a while, I had grown worried.

"Zack...are you alright?" I had asked unsurely. He had slowly turned his head and stared at me. I distinctly remember a certain fire in his eyes, one that not even I had ever seen before. I was about to repeat my question when he jumped on top of me and plunged his face to mine.

That night was the beginning of everything. Even to this day I remember every single detail of that night; the way his hair smelled of shampoo, the way the rain had matted his hair down, his rosey pink tinged cheeks, his plush lips complemented by his sparkling snakebites, his musky cologne.

I remember the way his eyes squeezed shut as he screamed my name as I pounded relentlessly into him, the way his hand tightly clutched the bed sheets, the way he snuggled into my chest afterwards as we basked in the afterglow of sex. He spilled his heart out to me that night, how he had dumped his girlfriend once he had realized his feelings for me. I remember I had never been more happier in my entire life, then at that exact moment.

And that was how it was for about a year. We, the infamous guitar gods Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance, became a couple. At first the rest of the band was weirded out, but unless they wanted to look for two new guitarists they soon got over it. During those months, Zacky and I became more closer then ever. We already shared an apartment, only now he slept with me in my bed. We became inseperable, always together and rarely with our hands off eachother. It was the perfect relationship, I guess you could say.

And then last month, while out for dinner, he says that he thinks we should 'see other people'.

I decided my heart couldn't take it and moved out. I came back one early morning to get the rest of my boxes. I went up to Zacky's room to say my last good-bye.

I found him spread eagle on his bed, Jimmy riding on top of him.

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mariam_owns_you @ 2006-04-21T14:31:00

2006-04-21T18:36:35Z

Title:I'm with the Clergy
Author:mariam_owns_you
Rating:R
Summary:" 'I'm...I'm gay, sir.' I looked down at my hands, plagued with guilt. Reverend Sullivan" didn't say a word.
Author's note:First Real Entry. Wurd.

[A.N.]Totally not trying to preach religion (not a big fan of organized religion anyways), I just wanted sex in a church. Don't be offended.</p>

I looked across the empty churchyard. I felt as if I didn't belong here, but in essence I had no choice. No one else would take me. No on else would help me.

I crossed the street, making sure to check both ways, just like my mother had always told me when I was younger. I slowly walked up the stoop, pausing before the grand oak archway. This was a house of God; I felt I had no right being here. I stood for everything that God would hate but here I am, asking for his help.

I slowly opened the creaky door, trying to make as least noise as possible so as not to disturb anyone who was praying inside. Upon entering, I see it wouldn'tve mattered; the place was completley empty. Not really knowing what to do, I walked down towards the front of the aisle and sat in one of the pews; hoping that some minister or a nun will find me and offer assistance.

Still unsure of myself, I lowered my head in my hands. The whole idea of 'praying' and 'church' was an absolute mystery to me. But, I promised my mother I'd come here, and I would keep it. Tears started to form in my eyes as I thought about my home-life and how it would never be the same. I would never be accpeted there ever again, my family was too devout. They can't handle a 24-year-old failure of a son like me. Not unless I came here; even if it was against my will and only for their sake.

I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew there was a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me to wake up. I looked up and saw a young man, dressed in typical clergy-wear. His blue-grey eyes were filled with concern as he looked down at me.

"You look troubled, my child, anything I can help you with?" I looked at him clearly and realized; this man had to have been around my age, and he was calling me 'his child'!

"Well, you see, Father..." I said, unsure of what to call this man.

"Reverend...Reverend James Sullivan." He said, showing off his pearly whites.

"Well, Reverend Sullivan, I was hoping I could talk to someone. I'm having some problems at home and..." I trailed off.

"Not another word, my dear child, come inside my office and I'll see what I can do." He held his hand out for me. Wiping the moisture of my tears on my face with the back of my palm, I took his hand and rose to my feet.

Leading me to the back of the church, he opened a door I would not have noticed had he not pointed it out. He had yet to let go of my hand as we walked down the long dark corridor. His strides were fast and long; I struggled to keep up with his pace. At the end of the corridor, we turned the corner that lead down to another hallway. He finally began to slow down as he neared the last door on the left. He turned the knob and held the door open for me as I walked in front of him.

I sat across from his desk in a stuffed dark brown chair. The atmosphere of the room had immediatley calmed my nerves and made me feel welcome. I tried to look anywhere but at Reverend Sullivan as he eyed me thoughtfully. The bookcases against the wall were filled with texts of different religions and world history; many of them looked un-read. Papers cluttered the desk from which he was leaning, half-sitting, upon. I looked down again at my hands, not really sure as to where to begin.

"What's your name, my child?" He asked during our period of silence.

"Zachary Baker. With all do respect, Reverend Sullivan, I'd be awfully gracious if you would stop calling me your 'child'." I spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction that I'd get. He chuckled to himself.

"Fair enough. Zack, okay?"

"Zacky, preferably sir." He once again chuckled to himself.

"Well, Zacky, what would you like to talk about?"

"Well, I'm having problems at home. My family and I...we've come to a disagreement with the way I've chosen my life." He looked me square in the eyes.

"I see. Please continue."

"It's just, recently I have come to terms with a part of myself. My family hopes to rid of it." I looked up, unsure if I should continue.

"Go on," He whispered. I took a deep breath.

"I'm...I'm gay, sir." I looked down at my hands, plagued with guilt. Reverend Sullivan didn't say a word.

"I see. And your family does not approve of this?"

"No, sir. They are extremley devout."

"And what would they have you do exactly."

"Come to you. They wish for you to 'cure' me, as they say."

"Do you want to be 'cured' of your homosexuality?" I pondered for a moment.

"I want my family to love and accept me again."

"When did you first realize that you were homosexual?" He said after another pause.

"About a year ago. I only told my family about a month ago, however. I felt like I was living a lie."

"I see. And how did they take this?"

"My father called me a 'faggot' and threw me out of the house. He said he had no son. He disowned me." I said, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"Where have you been living the past month?"

"I've been staying at my friend, Johnny's house."

"How did your mother react?"

"She could not stop sobbing. She kept asking me if I was sure and that maybe there's a possibility that it's just a phase. Denial, I guess you could say."

"Have you had any contact with them for the past month?"

"My mom tries to call me a couple days a week to check up on me. She's been pleading with me that I come to the Church for my 'condition', as she calls it." Again, I felt my tears swell up in my eyes. I closed my eyes, too ashamed to look the Reverend in the eye. I heard him shuffle along the room but I did not look up.

As a single tear silently rolled down my cheek, I felt a finger brush up against my face. I opened my eyes, and I saw Reverend Sullivan kneeling in front of me, literally catching my tears before they fell. As his hand brushed against my cheek, I immediatley found myself warming up to his touch. He gently wiped my cheeks and whispered words of encouragement.

Unable to contain myself, I immediatley began to feel hot and sweaty and a growing bulge in my jeans. I tried to look at anything but the man kneeling before me, but instead he cupped my chin in his hand and forced me to look at him.

"You never answered my question, Zacky. Do you want to be cured of your homosexuality?" he said in a low, husky voice; immediatley making the blood rush to my groin. However, I could not lie to this man.

"No," I whispered, "I can't help that I'm attracted to men. But if my family wants it--"

"God loves all of his creatures, Zacky. I'm young for being in the Clergy, but if it's one thing I learned, you must accept yourself and you must be free with who you are."

"But the Bible says--"

"The Bible contradicts itself more then once, Zacky." he said in an almost-warning tone. "Your parents will love you no matter what. You cannot change something about yourself just to please them."

"Reverend Sullivan, you're confusing me."

"What are you confused about?" he asked as his finger gently brushed against my lips. By this point, I had become completley engrossed by this man. He had shown me more affection in 5 minutes then anyone else has in the past 3 months. I felt like I could really trust him.

"What am I supposed to do now, Reverend Sullivan?" I whispered meekly. He slightly rose so that we were eye-level. This man, was obviously very very tall. He leaned his head to mine, and I could feel the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Trust your instincts. Fate will lead you down the right path." he whispered in my ear.

"And is fate leading me to you?" He didn't answer, instead he slowly leaned his face closer to mine; our lips just mere centimeters apart. Sadly, my conscience took over my body and stopped him before he could go further.

"Wait." I said, slowly pushing him back. He looked confused and hurt at my sudden movement.

"This isn't right. I don't deserve this. I don't even deserve to be in a house of God. It doesn't matter what I want. The bible says it's not right, and it shouldn't be--" Before I could continue my speech he plunged his face into mine.

He slowly slid his tongue over my bottom lip, pleading for entry. I couldn't help but oblige and parted my lips. He slowly rose, keeping his mouth attached to mine, as he straddeled my hips. He deepened our kiss, tongue massaging every crevice of my mostly unexplored mouth.

I practically melted into this strange man, as he adjusted himself on top of me. I felt awkward, seeing his white undercollar outshine his black shirt and trousers; reminding me of his place in the clergy. I wrapped my arms instinctivly around his neck as he lowered his to my waist; toying with the hem of my shirt. We both eventually broke our kiss, gasping for air to breathe.

"Why is this happening?" I found myself saying. He looked up at me and I could see his eyes had incredibley darkened to a new dark grey, almost black, color.

"God works in mysterious ways, Zacky."

"This is wrong, though!" I said, still trying to take in as much air as I could. He lowered his head to the crook of my neck, nuzzling affectionatley.

"You're supposed to be against this stuff. I'm scum! Don't throw everything you've worked for, for me." I said despairingly. He gently laughed, his warm breath once again sending shivers down my spine.

"Being attracted to another man, does not affect the belief and love I have for God, Zacky. In the end, he will judge me on my actions and deeds that I have done, not who I choose to have relations with." He said, lips pressed against my sensitive skin. He gently sucked, nipping here and there, and I moaned; ready to succumb to this man.

I knew what was going to happen. I knew that I would fall for this Reverend, and that he would eventually take it to the next step and our bodies would become one. I may be a gay man, but I'm still fairly new at it. I've never actually been with a man before. Ironic that my very first gay intercourse would be in a Church, isn't it?

One hand continued playing with the hem of my shirt, while the other went underneath. I shivered at how cold his hands were as one explored my torso underneath. He freely roamed, exploring every muscle or every piece of chub, stopping at the nipple. He gently pinched my nipple, immediatley making it hard. I moaned in the pleasure; it seems we both have a thing for nipples. He brought his hand back down and I frowned at the sudden lack of contact. He brought his head back up and smiled, immediatley leaning in for a small tender kiss.

"You sure you want to do this? I can tell it would be your first time." He asked, voice dripping with tenderness and concern. I nodded, ready for him to proceed.

"I'll stop whenever you want me to, okay?" I nodded again. He leaned in for another kiss. Our tongues collided and playfully fought with eachother; massaging eachother.

He lowered his hands once again to the hem of shirt. He wasted no time in lifting it up, eventually breaking our kiss so as to completley rid my body of it. He gaped at the tatoos that adorned my otherwise pale chest. I laughed to myself as he traced his finger over the larger ones. He looked up into my eyes as he again adjusted himself.

He gently sucked on my neck as his hands worked on the two belts I was wearing.

"Take those stupid things off, will you?" he said giving up. I chuckled and lowered my own hands and pulling off the two unnecessary belts. He sighed as he undid my button and lowered my zipper. His gasped as he saw I went completley commando underneath. My own breath hitched as he slowly reached down, pushing my pants aside, and pulled out my throbbing cock.

He lifted himself up, undoing his own zipper. Unfortunatley, he had boxers on and had to get off me to pull them down completley. When he re-adjusted himself however, I smirked at the beautiful sight in front of me. He blushed a deep crimson color and I found myself instinctivley pulling his head closer for another deep, velvety kiss.

"Look, I know this is your first time. I'll ride you." For a Reverend, he sure had a wide vocabulary. I nodded as I aligned my throbbing cock with his hole. He slightly hovered above me for only a minute before he plunged himself on top of me. I started seeing stars immediatley as I grabbed hold of his hips and he held onto me. He started riding my dick immediatley as I bucked upwards, meeting him halfway.

We both tried as hard as we could to not scream at the top of our lungs, settling for low animalistic grunts instead. He casually bit my shoulder as I clawed his hips -- this man had done this before and he was one heck of an expert. I looked down and realized his own member was still untouched, and gripped it with my hand. It was an odd position, him riding me like a cowboy on a chair while I jacked him off, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

We both came at the same time, exclaiming eachother's names. I rode out all of my orgasm inside him while he came over our chests. He collapsed on top of me, kissing the crook of my neck softly.

"It's funny isn't it?" I whispered after we regained some of our stamina back.

"What is?"

"That my first time with a man should be in a church." We both chuckled as he got off of me and wiped himself off with towels on his desk. He handed me some and I did the same.

"Reverend James?"

"Yes, Zacky?"

"Thanks." He smiled as we quickly put our clothes back on. He sat back in his own chair and I remained in mine.

"So what happens now?" I asked him, afraid of his answer.

"Do you love God, Zacky?"

"Yes."

"There is a justice higher then that of us men, Zacky, and He will judge you on your good deeds. Not your love life. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks. He will take care of you." This time, I seemed satisfied with his answer. For once, I did feel happy with myself.

"I promise I won't tell anyone what happened." I whispered lowly. He slowly got up and strode over to where I was sitting. He leaned down and softly pressed hips lips to mine; his hands cupping my face gently.

"I'm here whenever you need me. I'll give you my card, in case you have an...emergency, and need my home phone, cell phone, beeper/pager, fax or e-mail address." He said very slowly, choosing his words carefully. I looked up and smiled, a real smile for the first time and who knows how long, and pressed my face to his.

I like my bitches

2006-04-20T22:34:06Z

Men are so stupid. Yuh....true story

I like my bitches handy they treat me just like candy, boy they're really dandy!

Frikkin A!

2006-04-17T14:30:16Z

Woo...hoo! Fandom is back and it's no longer 80degrees in my house. I can definitley live like this...
K now watch it disappear in like...5 minuts.
Boo.

First Entry

2006-04-16T16:41:15Z

So I've had this for a grand total of about 5 minutes and have no idea wtf I'm doing. Sue me.