Jonathan held back his laughter as much as he could. Seth was a living treasure, this he knew pretty well. Most of the film's comedy elements also came from Seth; but Jonathan didn't know that Renly's cold humor could actually be this good.
 
These barely perceptible eye-rollings, pursing lips, tilting the head, shrugging shoulders, all of them like sesame seeds being interspersed throughout the performance yet still easily lighting up the entire performance. The feeling of "angry yet powerless" was interpreted to the fullest on Renly, and coupled with the content of the whole scene, a wonderful sense of absurdity emerged, making it impossible for others to not laugh.
 
Ignoring Jonathan, all the staff behind him were also trying hard to hold back their laughter, so much so that some of them had abdominal cramps. Everyone almost forgot what the scene really signified. But the next second, the onlookers saw Renly directly begin shaving his head, and so the whole background froze.
 
There was no time to adjust, no hesitation, no pause, every movement was crisp, his hands were up there as if this was just him combing his hair, not really shaving. That pleasant, calm and collected demeanor now conveyed something totally different, and the crew was instantly influenced by the change.
 
Kyle was flashing his teeth, his eyebrows were tangled together, and when he heard the "zi-zi " sound of the shears, his expression became more and more animated, his features were all squeezed towards the middle, and his triple chin became even more prominent, "Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!" He put his face away and looked fearfully at Adam's back, as if he was not shaving his head in front of him, but beheading it - and the person to be beheaded was not Adam, but him instead.
 
"Okay ..." Kyle's voice suddenly got caught in his throat as he was completely stunned seeing Adam actually start shaving his head straight away, so much so that his voice started to rise, almost evolving into a scream. Too late to react, he again covered his eyes with both hands as he couldn't bear to see anymore.
 
Adam raised his left hand, aimed at the hairline, and directly began to push back. Accompanied by "zi-gung" sounds, a trivial amount of hair began to fall down. Some fell on his arm and it made him itchy as well as a bit hesitant as to whether he should continue pushing down along his scalp all the way to the very back.
 
The sense of fluidity was lost on that hesitation, and it also didn't help that there was a pile of cut hair that sat on top of his head. There was no way to continue to push, so he took the shears down and looked carefully at the balding lane that he had just recklessly paved a second ago. He felt a little strange, a little embarrassed, but he was quickly pulled back into reality by what seemed to be a little stray hair that was left behind.
 
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but gently raise upward, and he felt a sense of joy for some reason.
 
Then, he pursed the corners of his mouth, once again picked up the shears while pushing off a row of residual hair near the temples. The "zi-zi" resounded again in his eardrums, and whenever he went for the shave, he would find himself inexplicably satisfied.
 
"Oh! F*ck! Dude!" Seth carefully opened his fingers and looked through them, and when he did, a wail couldn't help but spill out from his mouth. He put his hands down, peeked over the head and took a closer look at the frontal appearance in the mirror and in that instant he couldn't take his eyes off Renly's head, the image was really too weird, any adjectives became pale in comparison.
 
Was Renly a handsome man? Perhaps the answer would be different depending on the aesthetics of each person; but there was no doubt that Renly was a very attractive man, and his temperament always left a deep impression on people.
 
Currently, the charm of Renly was still there, only it suddenly became that of comedy. The upper left corner of his chevelure was pushed off a large piece, but not completely clean, a large chunk of ombre curls lay piled up on top of his ears, the back of the hands and shoulders. It all looked like a homeless man engaging in a performance art.
 
The image was really ... Seth couldn't believe his eyes. At this point, the line between film and reality had completely disappeared. He stared round and unbelieving at Renly, especially the earnestness, the look of total concentration, unstoppable movements, it all made Seth completely unable to control his expression and voice.
 
"Holy shit!" The corners of Seth's mouth pressed down hard, eyes and nose stretched dangerously close to the lowered eyebrows, densely squeezing wrinkles on his faces. His eyes were moving in fear and while also projecting anxiety as he was strongly denying all the images received by the retina as if it was him who was shaving his head, not Renly at all.
 
But the more he looked, the more absurd he felt. He couldn't help but raise his hands again to cover his eyes, and as the "zi-zi" sound continued to throb in his ears, his curiosity got the better of him as he was almost unable to breathe. He could only put down his hands again and look at Renly's increasingly bald head with a constipated expression. The left half had no hair, the right half was still... emm, hairy ... the image was a vivid interpretation of what could be described as non-mainstream.
 
"Oh! Shit! What the hell! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Foul words after foul words, Seth simply couldn't stop. To be precise, his brain, his tongue, his limbs were now out of control, all actions and words were just subconscious reflexes. Even he himself didn't know what he was doing.
 
This was definitely the most bizarre picture he had ever seen!
 
Adam gently bit the tip of his tongue, the corners of his mouth rose up, his eyes blossomed with a glittering light, completely focused, simply ignoring the guy yelling next to him. After shaving off half of his head, he shook his head like a rock star, then turned the left side of his face to the mirror, carefully confirming that there was still a residual stray hair on his head. A quick followup was elimination of said hair just before taking his turn on the right side.
 
"Jesus Christ!" The voice on his right never stopped reminding about itself, rambling like a sparrow, but, after a series of coarse words, the voice finally started sounding a bit more comfortable. The owner of the voice, Kyle, also came forward, leaning next to Adam's right ear, taking a closer look at the shaving process through the mirror, "Cut that part off."
 
Trying to continue to ignore the big guy was no easy task. Adam glanced over and offered to hand over the electric shears, "You want to do one?"
 
"Yeah, can I?" Kyle's expression immediately became bright, the whole face was blooming as he excitedly took the shears, and with small adjustments, he then began to push, "Ah!" That felt so weird to him, "Oh!" It really was weird, "Ooh!".
 
Looking at Kyle's expression of the worst case of sushi poisoning, Adam's mouth subconsciously curled up, even the tired and decadent brows finally had some lightness to them, the whole face became a lot brighter. Adam raised his eyebrows, as if to say to Kyle, "How's that? Feels good, doesn't it?"
 
But Kyle didn't think so.
 
Kyle jumped straight up in place, as if he had goose bumps all over his body, squirming and shaking hard, he quickly handed the shears to Adam, "I don't wanna do it anymore." What is the feeling of ants crawling all over your body? After handing the electric push shears out, Kyle's back spasmed up a bit, as if he was slapping those ants off his body.
 
Adam, however, continued to concentrate on his work, pushing the rest of the hair off the right side as well.
 
After Kyle came back to his senses, he went behind Adam, and the prankster mentality finally started bubbling up. He brushed all those cut hair aside, and seriously tidied up the back of Adam's head that hadn't been shaved off, "You kinda got a Klingon thing going on here." Kyle blurted out while also giggling at his own reference.
 
Klingons, the outer space race in Star Trek. Simply put, they are aliens.
 
"You could pass for Worf from Star Trek." Kyle's brain was fizzling with derisions.
 
Adam frowned fiercely, then made his eyes into a thin slit and deliberately shrunk his head, "Is that so?" That exaggerated face, coupled with Kyle's sharp tongue, actually made the scene so authentically real.
 
Kyle could not help but laugh out loud, "Mouth, yes, open your mouth wider. Nah, you are now just a sad clown, not Worf at all!" The two men had completely immersed themselves in the play.
 
After Adam had pushed away all the cut hair off his head, he handed the shears to Kyle and told him to shave all the hair on the back of his head - he couldn't see there, and it was a little difficult to do it by himself.
 
Kyle was getting used to it by now. He pushed the shears quickly and then nodded in affirmation, "Looks totally good!"
 
"It's totally uneven!" Adam looked at himself in the mirror and complained.
 
Kyle, however, didn't even bother with Adam and just refuted, "Totally normal!" He tried to sweep the tuft of hair that was supposedly shaved off, but found that he couldn't grab it, and so he couldn't help but get closer and look at it, "Is this attached?" The result was that a handful of hair was grabbed up at once, and Kyle froze in place, as if he had pulled Adam's hair off with his bare hands.
 
Seeing this scene, Adam suddenly half squatted down and sprung back.
 
Kyle was completely confused, "What ... are you doing? Jesus Christ!"
 
"Pulling radish, you pulled the radish leaves off." Adam pursed the corners of his lips as if he was serious about his explanation, and then saw Kyle's disgusted expression that was saying: this joke is not funny, okay? It is egregiously inappropriate. How dare you tell such a lame joke. Shame, really shame!
 
Adam also realized his "mistake", nodded and hastily changed the subject, "Come on, hurry up, put off the rest."
 
Kyle nodded and then proceeded to finish the rest of the work.
 
Adam lifted his chin and looked up and down at his head. It was bare, and it felt cool. He always felt that something was missing, his body was now different, and the one being reflected in the mirror was, to a degree, unrecognizable. Looking at the mirror, it was so weird, as if he was seeing the guy in the mirror for the first time in his life, and this guy was, in fact, himself.
 
This ... definitely felt a little weird.

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Torture that is the only way I could describe what tweezing my eyebrows actually felt like. Shaving wasn't bad and I kind of liked it but tweezing was awful. My eyes watered and I growled at Beth at least a half a dozen times before she was finally finished. In the mirror I could see a difference on my face though and my eyebrows had a more feminine and distinct shape to them now. I was happy with the outcome, but the thought of doing this consistently in the future had my wolf growling at the mirror in frustration. 
My hand kept traveling to my silky smooth legs. So soft! I shaved my legs as well as other parts and I felt like a completely new person. Shaving my legs actually made me feel a little sexy and I could most definitely use any extra confidence I could find. 
Beth had me sit down to finish my hair. She curled it loosely and pinned up one side so it all hung down my left shoulder beautifully, not a single hair was out of place. She was a perfectionist for sure! 
Beth started on my makeup next. It was ridiculously hard to keep from sneezing when she brushed powder onto my skin, so I held my breath. The brush felt smooth and soft as she worked her magic from one side of my face to the next. Keeping my eyes open as she applied mascara was difficult but she seemed like she really knew what she was doing. She even taught me as she went so in the future I could do this on my own. Beth was very focused and even had a little wrinkle on her forehead as she finished the last touches. 
The eye liner was placed on the dresser and Beth stood back taking in her work. She hopped a little and clapped her hands, "You look so beautiful my girl. Hurry let's get your dress on!", she said as she ran to the closet. She grabbed the dress and helped slip it up over my hips and the straps onto my shoulders. Beth pulled here and there until the dress was perfectly in place on my body. 
"Close your eyes", Beth said. Grabbing my hands she pulled me towards a full length mirror but before we arrived she gave me a scornful look and said, "No peaking!". Then walked behind me and covered up my eyes with her hands before we stopped where we were. Her hands came down and I stared in complete awe at the image before me.

I ran from my pack, my family, for years. I moved from place to place as a lone wolf endlessly searching for freedom. I was resigned to my lonely fate until I was found by a beautiful shifter like me. I was taken in by him and his brothers. Should I stay and put them in harms way or leave and stay a lone wolf forever?

Trigger warning **

As I was in the bathroom shaving while Ru Wen was still in the shower. I could smell the scented body wash that she was using. It was the same scent that when I've smelled since I first met her.
When she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her wet body, and walked up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and laying her head on my back. Then I stopped shaving and looked at her through the mirror. She had a smile on her face.
Damn with that of her smile. I love it so much.
Then I turned around so her head was on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Nothing is wrong. Just... Can't a girlfriend hug the man she loves heartedly without him asking if there had something wrong?" she asked.
"Absolutely, she can," I said as I kissed on the top of her head. 
She took her hands, placed them on my chest, and gave me a kiss.
"I love you so much, Mr Gentle Mu Kai," she smiled.
"I love you too, my angel Miss Ru Wen," I smiled back and kissed her nose.
"Now, let me get back to shaving," I said.
Her bathroom was small, and there was really an only room at the sink for one person.
But Ru Wen decided she was going to made fun of me so she pushed me out of the way so she could brush her teeth. She reached over to the bathroom cabinet and opened it as I was in the middle of shaving.
Instantly, I could see the smirk on her face. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste and shut the cabinet. She reached over me and ran her toothbrush under the running water.
"Would you like me to move out for your way?" I asked. She looked at me as she put her toothbrush in her mouth.
"No, you're fine," she mumbled.
Then I took the bottle of shaving cream and put some on my hands. I started to bring my hands up to my face when she bumped into me so she could spit in the sink. I lightly pushed her back, and she missed the sink and spat on my leg.
She looked up at me and tried to hold back the laughter that was dying to come out. I looked at her, then at my leg.
"Oh please! We share spit all the time," she started to laugh.
Ooo...She was pranked. So I was going to let this off and get her back once I got a chance.
"Yes, it is. So this, just small matter," I said as I opened my hand with the shaving cream on it and ready planted it firmly on her cheek.
Her jaw dropped as she looked in the mirror. She looked at me with that look she gets when she's going to take revenge.
She grabbed the tube of toothpaste and squirted it on my chest.
"Here's a little toothpaste to go with that shaving cream," she said.
I took my finger and tried to wipe the toothpaste off as she stood there, smiling before our eyes never leaving one another. So I grabbed the can of shaving cream and squirted her legs and chest with it.
  She jumped back and screamed.
"Want a shaving service, darling?" I asked.
"How dare you!" she exclaimed.
Then I laughed as I pointed the shaving cream at her, and she ran out of the bathroom, holding her towel so it didn't fall off. I chased after her and tackled her to the ground. I rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head.
At that moment, I stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty. I took my hand and gently wiped away the shaving cream from her face while my other hand had her wrists locked tight.
She didn't struggle much but I could understand by the way she stared into my eyes that she didn't want me to stop. I was hard and wanting her again.
"I want you," she whispered.
I wanted to make sure that she was ready because I didn't want to hurt her. I reached down with my free hand and felt how wet she was. I pushed myself into her. She titled her head back and lightly moaned as her hands were running through my hair.
Then I moved in and out of her slowly before I began to grind my hips and move circles inside her. The feeling was amazing, and hearing the sounds she made from pleasuring her was heightening mine. I hovered over her, pushing in and out with shallow thrusts as she moaned and became breathless.
When she started to come, and I followed shortly after, releasing myself inside her. I looked at her as her eyes locked on mine, taking in the pleasure and the beauty of what just happened.
"I think we need to get a shower again," I smiled as I was covered in shaving cream and toothpaste.
"At this rate, we'll never get on that plane back to S city," she laughed.
I got off her and helped her up. I wrapped my arms around her from behind as we walked into the bathroom and took a shower for the second time for that morning.
We finally arrived back in S city, and Gu Min was waiting for us at the airport. I grabbed our bags as Ru Wen ran to Gu Min and gave him a hug.
It made me really happy to see the two of them get along so well. I told Ru Wen that I had arranged for Mei Lin to come over around 8 pm and I didn't tell her that Ru Wen was coming back with me.
Because I wanted Mei Lin to be surprised since we are a good friend to each other too. Then I took our luggage up to my bedroom while Ru Wen went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I put our luggage on the floor and heard Ru Wen gasp as she stood in the doorway.
And I had forgotten that she had only been in my bedroom once, and that was when she brought my drunken condition home from the club.
At first, I couldn't figure out why she stood there with a shocked look on her face, but then I saw her stunt face around the room and at the paintings that hung on my wall.
"So you were the one who bought my paintings?" she asked.
"Please tell me that you aren't going to angry?" I said as I held my hands up.
"No. Sure, I am not but I just want to know the reason, why?" she asked softly.
"Don't you see them, Wen Wen? Aren't they were so beautiful to be hang up here to look at it? So it was my way how being close to you whenever you weren't around." I was afraid she was going to be angry with me, but she wasn't.
She walked over to me and hugged me tight, thanking me and telling me how much this gestured of me meant to her.
She walked over to my bed and slightly giggled.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I was just remembering the night you were passed out on this bed, and I was straddled over you, taking off your clothes."
I smiled as I laid myself on the bed and spread out.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"I don't remember you doing that, and I want to, so I thought you could show it to me again."
Ru Wen bit her bottom lip as she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor.
"Um, I don't think you would do that," I smiled.
"Yeah, I didn't. But I'm going to make it a little more interesting this time." I watched her as she unbuttoned her pants and took them off, throwing them on top of her shirt.
She straddled me and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. This was definitely not the way she helped me that night because I would have remembered it.
"Damn it! You really heat the fire, my lady," I said as I rolled her off me and quickly got on top.
Later that night, Ru Wen was still snuggled against me with her arm around my waist. She must have had a late talked with Mei Lin last night because I didn't hear her come to bed. So I reached over and lightly kissed her on the head before carefully sliding out of bed because I had an early meeting to attend in order to finalize the acquisition of the new project.
After I showered and got dressed, I emerged from the bathroom and saw she still laying there in awake, but staring at me.
I let out a smiled as I walked over to her.
"I want you to go back to sleep, my love. Because right now was too early for you to be awake," I said as I stroked her hair.
"Hm…I rolled over, just then I felt your side of the bed was empty and I didn't like the feeling of it," she pouted.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I have an important meeting early this morning."
"I know, and I'll miss you while you're gone. And I hate so much being apart from you."
"What about we have lunch together and walking some shopping. So I'll have Gu Min pick you up around noon," I said as I brushed my lips against hers.
"That sounds good. I can't wait," she said as a smile spread across her face.
I couldn't resist her smile, and so do I, hated leaving her alone here. But I looked at the clock, and I had 15 minutes before I had to leave.
Then I unbuttoned my pants and took them off.
"What are you doing?" She smiled as she could figure out what was going on in my mind.
"Getting ready to making love with you, but I only have about 15 minutes, so we have to be quick," I said as I took off my shirt.
"Hurry up and get that fine ass of yours in here," she said as she patted my side of the bed.
Needless to say, I was late for my meeting.


After Ru Wen moved to Shanghai permanently with her boyfriend, at that time she thought they’d get married and live happily ever after in their small apartment. Until one day, that never came into her thought that her boyfriend would pack his bags and leave as he gave an excuse that he “needed space.” 
In storm of her newfound single status and being alone without notice in this big city, Ru Wen buries herself in her artwork and paintings lifelessly.
But one night she helps a mysterious intoxicated stranger get home safely. Little did she know the mysterious stranger is none other than a bachelor CEO and millionaire, Mu Kai.
When morning reach, Mu Kai awake soberly and finding a strange woman in his kitchen and assuming she has broke his #1 rule about letting a female sleepover. Instantly he becomes intrigued, not only by her stubbornness and defiance, but by her kindness too.
Mu Kai, emotionally dead and damaged, that stemmed from his tragic love as he has made a vow to never love or fall in love with a woman, until Lee Ru Wen walked into his life by accident. After she opens up and shows him her world Mu Kai starts to feel emotions and feelings he never knew existed before. Despite the rumours and warnings regarding Mu Kai and his use and misused of her kindness, Ru Wen finds herself being drawn into his world unnoticed.
Ru Wen knows they can never be together as she is harbouring a her past that could destroy Mu Kai emotionally forever.
So would they have a happy forever after as they embark on a journey of courage, love and strength. 

Yet, will their journey save them from being apart again?

It is morning. It is the time of the ideal employee to start his day.
Prior to getting himself clothed, he stands in front of the mirror, just after he has experienced a steamy warm shower. The temperature of water was so hot that even now the steam continues to rise from his shoulders, slowly fading.
He opens his cabinet and takes out his shaving cream. Smearing it on his facial hair, around the face below his nose, his hand grabs the 1950s stylized razorblade. Vintage Customs, was the name of the brand. The razorblade was coated in a beautiful maroon handle, and it's blade was sharp. The man had used this razorblade before, and once, he managed to slice an orange in one go. Of course he wasn't going to cut any fruit today.
With the shaving cream digging into the thickness of his scruff the man positions his razorblade to the left. He gives a slight push of the blade and slowly begins to cut away. Rattling rings in the man's ears as the blade cuts away his facial hair. A scruff is but a minor thing compared to say a moustache, or a beard, or both. But to work at a place that consists of the most esteem men and women requires acceptable looks, equally importance as skills. Though the scruff was easily gone, he frowns at the sight of hairs on the upper part of his neck. He positions the blade.
The man hears a plate falling to the floor. He winces and his blade cuts through the hairs, but the upper neck comes along, forming a strip. The man does not scream, for it does not solve anything. Instead he grits his teeth as he makes way to his desk within his apartment. He takes a black paperclip and pinches the strip of blood to the remainder of his neck.
He washes his face, and he later grabs a needle and some thread that belonged to his mother. The thread was nearly the same as the color of his skin. He sighed, for it has been a while since he had a needle in him; the last time was when he was 10 years old. Sitting in front of a small mirror with a stand, he sticks the thread into the needle, as the needle finds its a way to cover up the the bloody strip that was in his neck. The thread went through each tiny bit of his skin, eventually closing the strip, and the color of the thread cloaked the injury. 
He was no tailor or doctor by any means, but he was happy. The ideal problem solver must equally have a good idea and a good execution, he thought, a true motivator of his workplace!

This is a book with many storylines.  Well, bite sized that is. 

This large collection of stories is more than happy to explore the many different sides of fantasy, Some stories are dark while some are bright. Some are comedic while others have a serious tone (sometimes very serious). Some have mysteries while others have absurdity…..or maybe not. Depends on how you look at it really. 

Nimble, bite sized stories for you to read anywhere in a short amount of time.

Troubled pipes rattled and knocked, liquids dripping from their joints. Power hummed, warbling its way through hidden wires to a lightbulb which hung by a string from the ceiling. The door slammed shut, and the lightbulb swayed pendulously, casting light haphazardly across Randy's room and giving him a headache. He frowned. There was no mystery here: every wall, every fixture and everything exposed the base's careless construction.
Standing in his own doorway, he felt sick. This base was not his home. It would never be home and could never be home. Somewhere deep within, Randy understood that. He yearned for a different life, one he had never known—a life where the lawn was green and neighborhood children would come to gather and play. Where trees would grow both low and high. Where the soil was un-blasted, un-pitted, and not stone. He wished for a wife or people that loved him. A dog would even do. Someone to greet. Someone to care. Someone to play with when money was not there. A sinking feeling overcame him, so he sat. He felt sick.
He gathered his bits and sulked to the bathroom. With a nod and a flick, the lights thrummed to life, popped, then withered. He shaved in the dark, and his thoughts travelled to yesterday where an angel had deigned to visit.
It presented Randy with a choice: abandon his body and forsake this world to exist in another and find purpose there; or not. The angel did not care.
The shaving cream smelled like Randy's dreams of home and the cracker tins his wife would fill with potpourri. His mouth still smacked of her peppermint lip balm, and his soapy hands smelled just like her rosy black hair. He remembered a time when he was so young that people smiled just to see him.
Amid a rainy week, it had been a rainy day, and alleyways everywhere were crowded with the mournful whines of bastard pups. On his way to the dumpster to deposit last week's trash is where he saw him, one salt and pepper pup among seven sorry others. It was love at first sight, but food was scarce and war sat at every dinner table. His father would never let him. Little had he known that his neighbor, the mom, was passing by and chanced to see him crying.
When, determined to steal some milk, he arrived at the drugstore, that lady was already there. They and the shopkeeper were alone together, and Randy crept to avoid their eyes. Things seemed to go well as he lifted a bottle of milk, but the refrigerator door betrayed him. The shopkeeper yelled "Thief!" as Randy fled and would have jumped the counter had the mother-next-door not said "Stop."
"Apologies Mr. Doyle; he's my neighbor's son. We're walking together for errands! Won't you please excuse his behavior?"
Randy stood gaping at the lady's lie as she placed several coppers in Mr. Doyle's hand.
Face twitching with discomfort, he nodded. "Mm." Seeming to agree, he opened the register.
The mother next door smiled widely as the shopkeeper eyed Randy with distrust and scrutiny.
He deposited the money, a threat settling upon his tongue, and spoke. "Thank you, Misses." He turned to face the drug cabinet. "Mr. Mason… Mr. Mason… " he grumbled, wagging his finger at each bottle as he read their label. "Mr. Mason… Mr. Mason… Ah!" his eyes as he exclaimed. "Yes here it is, pure cow's insulin freshly distilled from locally sourced pancreas. For young master Mason's diabetes mellitus! Tab already paid by Uncle Sam. You, mam, are good to go!" he said, boxing the medication with ice. "Properly refrigerated, this five mils solution should keep for six months. Please return in five months' time for another bottle!" He glared at Randy again as he handed her the box, "But if something should happen just come back- I'm sure we can work something out." He began to place the milk bottle into a small paper bag, but Mrs. Mason stopped him.
"The milk is for the lad, as payment for his company."
To Randy's surprise, Mrs. Mason shared her umbrella with him as they left the drugstore and fed the puppies. Unconscious yearning broke him from his reverie as he remembered wishing that she were his mom. Unconsciously, he yearned for her to again fill his senses with flowers, warmth and grace. Mrs. Mason was the companion of his dreams.
He looked down at the sink. Cloudy water circled the drain. He smiled wide for the mirror and was greeted mirthlessly by his own bloodied expression. He had done a number on himself: he might need to see a dentist. If nothing else, he would get some painkillers out of it. Maybe he would tell them, "I tried tobacco and lost." He tried to laugh, but a bubble caught in his throat, so he choked instead. Firm black sludge dislodged from somewhere in his airway and stuck itself grimly to the sink's northern wall. "Yikes," he mouthed. "Maybe I should see the doctor, too?" Despite himself, he laughed through his nose. He knew what that sludge was. Every soldier did, even the new ones. It was his material soul- his anima materiales- his Pittsium. He wiped a tear from his image in the mirror and turned up the water faucet. As he adjusted it for temperature, the water buffeted the lump of Pittsium, eventually washing it down the drain along with some discarded shaving cream and toothpaste. He grabbed the shaving knife and cleaned the rest of his toiletries before wiping down the sink.
Finished with his morning routine, he turned off the faucet and stared blankly at the mirror. With his stubbled scalp, smooth skin, and dead eyes his reflection looked like any other soldier's. The wistful smells from earlier had faded. Outside, the shadow of day stretched out long upon the lifeless winter snow. As he left to face it, he mumbled a minor cantrip[1], "love, rain for the alleyway," and his sickness disappeared.
[1] A spell of little to no difficulty. Often taught to students during compulsory education, cantrips tend to see frequent use both in professional and private settings.

Dear Prof. Rearden,

I, Haruhi, wish to whisk you away to a faraway world named Earth 3^(n-42) where magic is in every word of prayer. Where the Gods preside over every man and their kin, nations have their disagreements. Where The Man decides, from himself He derives the cultures of creation. Yet man still young—in his twenties—pulled by indigent bootstraps to war lives his life unyieldingly.

Yet he is still a young man, and like a young man, he is selfish. Whereby selfishly he claims through war his fame he is destined to be the lesser of his subordinates. Cruel irony in life that through infamy he’ll thrive but destroy every one who loves him. And never though any fault of his own; his circumstance is by fate all ready-made. 

The Gods do avail of theatre and play—the actors, the arena, the show. An endless entertainment for all who’ll avail it, the other to man in mirrors shown. An end-of-monthly subscription for grading and a mission to complete two chapters each time. From April to May through February and March on the first and sixteenth, is whereabouts I will arrive to deliver a chapter and wish you thereafter a merry, joyful time.

Revel and roister, Faust and his Oyster, the first of his tragic? tale. And 10 speeches by King whose day was just passed, I hope these and class readings suffice. Therefore, for these days, I will put the other agent away to focus and learn on creative direction and spurn any other invitations for Wednesday after work. 

See you soon,
-Haruhi

"Run! Isaac, run!" Brady screamed, his supernatural speed blurring his surrounds. A growl resonated beside him, as a blur of a large grey, feral animal sped up alongside him. It's green eyes locked onto Brady's, a brief kindling of love sparked in his chest.


He smiled. And mouthed the most important words to Isaac, I love you, Isaac.

Brady immediately stopped, turning around to face his foe. Isaac stopped too, a few feet behind him, as he watched. His heart was racing frantically, his eyes closed for only a split second, before:

Bang!

Isaac screamed, "Brady!!" His chest was heaving. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body drenched in sweat.

He looked around the dark room. He looked at the clock on the night stand: 2:08 a.m. Isaac sighed in relief, getting himself up out of bed and going into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and body.

He looked into the mirror at his cropped, blonde hair, emerald green eyes. High cheekbones, rounded chin. Pale complexion. He rubbed his hand over the light amount of stubble on his jaw and chin, grabbing a razor and shaving cream.

As Isaac picked up his razor, getting it wet, a small, quiet voice cough came from behind him. He looked up in the mirror, nearly jumping to see a woman standing half naked, in his bathroom. He turned around, in too quick of a hurry.

"Sorry, Isaac. Um. I just wanted to make sure you were okay? You woke up with a loud scream." The woman explained.

"I- uh. Yeah. I'm fine." He stuttered, running a hand through his blonde locks. The dream had felt all too real. Like it was a strange sense of deja vu.

"Are you sure?" The woman walked closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Isaac remembered her name was Isabel.

"Yes, Izz. I'm fine. It was just a bad dream." He wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her brunette head. Isabel raised her head, looking at Isaac's face, she grinned and ran her delicate fingertips over his soft stubble. She kissed his jaw tenderly.

Isaac leaned his head down enough to kiss her soft, pink lips. Her warm kiss immediately erased the thoughts from his dream, as his attention was directed back towards her.

"I'll come back to bed in a minute." Isaac whispered against her lips.

"Okay." She gives him a soft kiss and leaves him alone in the bathroom. Isaac heaves a sigh and turns his attention back to shaving his stubble. His thoughts wondering briefly back to Brady and his dream. He always had been curious about why it had felt so real. So, alive.

Brady. Him. And, the fantasy of them being supernatural creatures. Which was how he knew it was only a dream; because vampires and werewolves just didn't exist in the real world. When he revisited his 'dreamworld', and he reunited with Brady, he was so happy with him.

Isaac left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom, sliding under the covers beside Isabel. He cuddled up to her and interlaced his fingers together with hers. But he was also happy with her. He knew he was troubled. Confused.

"I love you." Isaac whispered as his eyelids slid shut peacefully.

"I love you. Why can't you say it back?"

"Because..." I struggled to spit it out, "Because you're not real. Brady."

• • • • • • • • • • • •

Nothing is what it seems.

Isaac creates a special bond with Brady. Someone Isaac meets in his dreams. But they feel so real. In confusion and curiosity, Isaac keeps this "relationship" a secret from his girlfriend, Isabel, out in the real world. But, when Isaac meets Brady in the real world, well, things may get a bit more complicated.


"Ok-this seems like a good spot," said Sven as he set down his overly large backpacks and surveyed his surroundings.
"Are we finally here?!" complained Sarah as she trudged along in her white fur coat and black jeans. 
"Are we?!" she asked once more, her cheeks red and her hair lightly sticking to her forehead.
"She even makes sweating somehow look beautiful," thought Arnaldo to himself, his own backpack resting lightly on his shoulders.
"Yes, this is as about as good spot as any," said Sven as he pointed back in the direction where they just came from. 
"Back there we have small creek, from where we can get fresh water. And over there," he said as he pointed in another direction, "is a nice little clearing next to a cliff. I'll see if I can find some food tomorrow," he said as he began unpacking.
"Oh, thank sweet and merciful God!" exclaimed Nick tiredly as he fell down to the ground next to Arnaldo, who gave him a worried glance.
"-we've only been walking for an hour-" commented Laura dryly as she used the young Christian as a makeshift stepping-stone, carrying both hers and Sarah's bags on her back.
"Hey, Matt!" called out Arnaldo to his pupil, who was slowly and solemnly following behind the group. 
"You good?!"
"Huh?" asked Matt, his head snapping up briefly to look at his mentor. 
"Oh-yeah-I'm fine-just tired-" he said, not really paying any attention as he walked past the concerned Italian.
"And-done!" proclaimed Sven and Arnaldo swiftly turned around to see a large military tent already set up before him.
"How? How?! I turned around for, literally, less than a minute!"
"I work fast," said the Swede innocently and simply, putting away his hammer and tools back into his backpack. 
"I'm gonna go and collect some stones for the fireplace," he said as he disappeared into the woods.
"-that man freaks me out sometimes," admitted Nick quietly.
"Laura," called out Sarah as she sat down on her backpack. 
"Could you set up our tent, please? My legs are killing me," she pleaded as she began to fan her face with her hand. Laura complied with a heavy and audible groan as the remaining Killjoys entered Sven's tent.
The inside of the tent was spacious, as was expected, with enough room for the four men to easily walk around in it. In the middles was a large foldable table with foldable chairs set around. In the middle of the table, stood an oil lamp and a small box of matches beside it. 
"Ok-I have to admit-I'm impressed," commented Arnaldo as he closed the tents flaps behind him.
"So, do we just set our sleeping bags on the ground?" asked Nick as he began to unpack.
"I guess-" answered Matt quietly, his voice distant and his eyes downcast, which only made Arnaldo even more concerned. 
"I'm going for a walk," said the raven-haired boy as he exited the tent, not even looking at either of the other Killjoys left inside who gazed at him worryingly.
"-something's wrong with him," said Nick when he was sure that Matt was not within earshot of the tent.
"What, really? I couldn't tell," commented Arnaldo dryly and cynically.
"You think we should talk to him?"
"Something tells me, that he is not in the mood to talk right now," said Arnaldo as he sat down on one of the foldable chairs.
"-I'm worried about him."
"You and me both," he sighed as he placed a cigarette between his teeth.
"Hey," greeted Laura as she entered their tent, breathing and sweating heavily. 
"What's up with Matt?"
"Don't know," they both answered honestly and simultaneously. 
"I'm back!" announced Sven as he too entered the tent, carefully cradling a large pile of rocks and stones. 
"Where's Matt?"
"Don't know," they answered honestly and simultaneously.
"Well, he sure seems to be sadder as of late," muttered Sven, more to himself than anyone in particular.
"When is he not sad?" scoffed Laura.
"This is different," chimed in Arnaldo as he lit the fag between his teeth. 
"This is not the same brooding and moping Matt that we're used to. No, this Matt reminds of the same kid that I met in the art room two years ago."
"Christ, has it really been two years already?" asked Nick.
"Yes. And I can say with full confidence, that Matt has changed a lot in these two years. But to see him like this-it gives me conniptions," he explained, briefly pausing to take a long drag from his cigarette. It was also at this point, that Arnaldo was made acutely aware of the eyes that seemed to be laser-focused on him.
"-no," he answered before they even had the chance to ask him.
"You're the one who's closest to him," argued Nick with pleading eyes.
"That doesn't mean that he tells me anything. Trust me; Matt is as big of an enigma to me as he is to all of you," countered Arnaldo. 
"The guy is exceptional at keeping secrets and avoiding questions."
"You can still try! Have a heart, will ya?!" pleaded Nick, practically on his knees before the Italian. Arnaldo was about to counter again, but out of the corner of his ocean blue eyes he noticed something in Laura's eyes.
It wasn't noticeable, but he saw it. 
He saw it in the way her eyes seemed to almost shimmer with light. 
The silent tears that have yet to fall.
"-I'll think about it," he gave in with a sigh as he stomped the cigarette and rubbed his tired eyes as Nick tightly hugged one of his shins.
"The things you do sometimes, Caglione-"

"Hey, Sven, you got another mirror?" asked Arnaldo, shaving cream covering his cheeks.
"Uh-should have. Check my bag," he said, covering part of his head in the same shaving cream. 
"Ugh! Jesus, you have a heavy bag! What did you bring with you?!" asked Arnaldo, as he struggled to lift his Swedish friend's enormous bag.
"Just the bare essentials," answered Sven as he dragged a razor across his head.
After a lengthy search through the bag, Arnaldo finally managed to find a spare little square sized mirror. He set the mirror down on the table, grabbed his own old fashioned razor, sat down on one of the foldable chairs and began to shave, with as much care and precision as was required for a person of his standards.
He enjoyed this little silence that fell upon them, with the only sounds coming from the nature outside, from the razors dragging across ragged skin and from the snores coming from a certain sunflower-haired Christian. 
He relished in this little moment of respite, this little pause in the hectic chaos that was his day-to-day life.
But still; there was little voice inside his head, that told him that this would not last.
It never does.
"Ugh! I can't beli-" groaned Laura as she came bursting into their tent, but was cut off sentence when she saw the state of Sven's head. 
"-what are you doing?"
"Shaving," answered Sven and Arnaldo simultaneously. 
There was a long silence as Laura stared somewhat uncomfortably at Sven, who continued to shave his head as if it was a normal everyday routine. 
"What? You think this beautiful head came naturally?" he asked, briefly stopping his actions to address the purple punk.
Carefully stepping over the still sleeping Nick, she stepped behind Arnaldo and lightly tapped the young Caglione on the shoulder.
"You got time?"
"What do you want?"
"To talk."
"To talk or to vent?"
"Both."
With a heavy sigh, he sheathed his razor and stood up from his seat.
"Let's go to the stream," he said as they left the tent and made their way deeper into the forest.
"Ugh! I can't believe him!" she exclaimed as Arnaldo sat down next to the stream and used the clear mountain water as a make-shift mirror.
"What did he do this time?" he asked with another sigh as he continued his shaving from where he left off.
"He's ignoring me!"
"He's ignoring all of us."
"Yeah, but I'm more important than you guys."
"Thanks-" he commented sarcastically as she sat down on the rock next to him.
"You wanna know what he did?"
"Uh-huh?"
"This morning, as I stepped out of the tent for fresh air, I saw him walk off to where ever the fuck he goes. So I tried to greet him and you wanna know what he did?! He ignored me! Acted like he didn't hear me!" she complained, kicking a stray rock into stream, earning an annoyed glance form the young Italian. 
"I just don't get it! Did I do something wrong?!"
"Not that I would know."
"Well then, what's the fucking problem?!"
"Don't know," he answered simply and honestly. 
"Maybe he just needs some space."
"Well, that's fine and all, but he should still tell me what's wrong!"
"Us."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Again, thanks-" he said as he put away his razor into his vest's pocket and washed his face. "I can talk to him, if you want. But I'm not promising anything. He's probably going through some difficulties in his life right now and we all know how quick he is at shutting himself off from everyone and everything. He probably thinks that, whatever is plaguing him is something that he needs to sort out himself."
"-would you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper and filled with sorrow. Arnaldo looked to his side and found his sister sitting pitifully on the rock next to him, her gaze distant, but at the same time showing sadness and genuine concern.
"-I hate it. I hate it when I see him all alone and when he shuts himself off. I hate it when he's sad and I can't do anything to help him. It hurts me to see him hurt-"
"-come here," he said with a sigh as he took Laura's head and nestled it on his shoulder. Gently tucking her hair behind her pierced ears, he kissed the top of her lavender head and softly rubbed her arm.
"-I'll try and talk to him."
"-thanks, Arn-"
"You've really fallen hard for this kid, haven't you? My little sister is starting to change. Empathy was never one of your strong suits."
"Shut it."




Aljoša Rodinger, pen name AL Rodinger, is a 21-year-old writer and amateur boxer currently studying history and English literature at the University of Maribor. He was born on 1.7.1999 in Maribor, Slovenia and attended the Rada Robič Elementary School in Limbuš. He began to take interest in the English language from a very early age and by the beginning of his 6th grade was already a fluent speaker of the language. After finishing his elementary school education, he attended the First Grammar School in Maribor as a student of the classics, where he was exposed to a lot of in-depth history, as well as both Latin and ancient Greek. It is there where he began and later on finished writing his book, Killjoys. It is also around this time where he began practicing boxing. After graduating, he enrolled in the University of Maribor as a student of both history and English literature. Currently, he is also employed at the Marbior Slovene National Theatre as an usher. 

“If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same. Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son.”

These are the words that start our tale of four friends, their deep and personal friendship and their own coming of ages, where they finally come to terms with their own flaws and manage to find perfection in being imperfect and broken. It is a story about accepting yourself with all of your strengths and weakness, living life with all of its ups and downs, experiencing pain and joy, confronting both your inner demons as well as the people closest to you. 

Our character’s lives are entwined with discrimination, hatred, addiction and death, yet it always seems that there is some resemblance of light, of contempt at the end of the dark and long tunnel before us. We just simply have to find a way to get to it and make our own path.

Sarah stepped into the shower directly behind Charlie, "stay right there." she told him. Sarah pumped some soap into her hand and started washing Charlie's back, after some time she knelt down and started washing his ass cheeks and legs. Sarah stood back up and turned him around by his shoulder, he was now facing his mother and his hard cock was nearly pressing up against her stomach. Sarah started washing his chest, she then slowly moved down and started cleaning his hips and pubic area, she was intentionally just missing his penis with her hands. She then ever so gently rubbed his balls with her soapy hands. Charlie's head leaned back in pleasure as his cock somehow managed to harden a little more. 

Sarah was being meticulous with his testes, she moved her left hand softly to his taint and and continued to scrub his balls with her right hand. She noticed a little bit of pre cum spilling from his dick head and she knew she needed to calm him down.

"Wanna know a cool trick?" Sarah asked her horny son.

Charlie was breathing hard from the stimulation but managed to agree with a head nod.

"You're cock is already really big," she said as she rubbed the soap on his member with her right hand, in order to get his cock nice and clean, "but woman also love a well groomed man." she said pointing at his cock and balls. "Believe it or not, shaving will make your cock look even bigger." 

Charlie was trembling, he didn't know what to say, all he could muster was, "oh, really?"

Sarah smiled and then gently stepped out of the shower for a moment, she walked over to her drawer and pulled out a razor and some shaving cream. Sarah stepped back into the shower and gently pressed Charlie's back against the shower wall, "just relax, okay? You can trust me." she said as she lowered to her knees.

Sarah put some shaving cream in her hand and rubbed it all over his pubic region and balls, "Are you ready?" Sarah asked as she set the shaving cream aside.

Charlie nodded. Sarah pressed his hard cock up against his stomach with her left hand, she then gently started shaving his balls. She went from the left side to the right, then lifted his balls and shaved the back side of his sac. Charlie was noticing how detail oriented his mother was as she was shaving his balls. She then shaved everything she could in his pelvic region, this process took nearly 3 minutes and Charlie never flinched once.

Sarah pulled him in front of the falling water and rinsed off his freshly shaved genitals, she gave his cock a couple of generous jerks to ensure he was as hard as he could be. She then rinsed off the rest of his body and shut off the water.

"Let's take a look," Sarah said as she opened the shower curtain so that Charlie could see himself in the mirror. 

"Whoa, it does look bigger!" the 18 year old said once he saw his cock in the mirror.

"See, I told you!" Sarah said as she stepped out of the shower to grab a towel. Sarah quickly dried herself off, and then reached out her hand to help Charlie out of the shower. Once he was out Sarah started dying him off with the towel, she took a little extra time on his cock and balls.

"Okay, let's go to the living room for some shaving after care." Sarah said after he was all dry. Charlie didn't know what she meant by "after care" but agreed nonetheless. Sarah wrapped the towel around her naked body and led Charlie into the living room by his hard cock.

"Lay down on the couch," Sarah command once they were in the room. Charlie was still butt naked as he laid down on his back, "after you shave use Aloe Vera for soothing the location, this will help with razor burn." she said as she knelt down next time him on the floor. Sarah took the Aloe Vera lotion she brought from the bathroom and squeezed some into her hands, she then gently started rubbing the lotion into his pelvic area where she just shaved him. Sarah smirked as his cock started bouncing from excitement, "This feels good then, huh?" Sarah said with a smile.

"Yes, it feels really good." he confirmed through heavy breaths.

Sarah then moved down to his balls and started lathering them with the lotion. As she was tending to his balls she noticed even more pre cum dripping from his penis and now he was making little moans of pleasure, "Is this too much for you?" Sarah asked as subtlety as she could if he was going to cum.

"I think so." was all he could manage to say through his moans. 

Charlie was shocked when suddenly his mother removed her right hand from his balls and placed it directly on his hard shaft. She started stroking him as her left hand continued to massage his balls with the Aloe Vera lotion. Charlie let out a grunt as his hips started to buck with the jerking.

Sarah leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I want you to cum, Baby. Please cum for Mommy." she started stroking his cock harder and faster. That was all Charlie could take, his ass involuntarily lifted off of the couch as his cock shot wads of cum high into the air and landing on his chest. Charlie finally caught his breath from the massive orgasm his mother just provided him, "Thank you, Mom. That was amazing." he said with bated breath.

"You're welcome, Honey, but I'm not finished with you yet," she said as she took off the towel wrapped around her body to clean the cum off of her son's chest. 

"What do yo mean?" he asked.

"We still have to blow dry your privates, don't we?" Sarah said smiling, she finished up cleaning the cum and threw the towel to the floor, she then sat up on the couch between Charlie's legs. She pressed her hands on his hips and lowered her face next to his cock that was softening after its last ejaculation just moments ago. Sarah breathed in and started gently blowing on his balls and pelvic area in order to dry the Aloe Vera lotion. "Is this okay?" she asked between breaths.

Her slack jawed son just nodded his head in approval.

She blew again on his balls and his cock quickly stiffened, it tapped Sarah on the chin as it grew to full staff, "Oh my, looks like your ready to go again, huh?" she asked as she flicked it with her right index finger.

"Apparently so." Charlie was also a little shocked.

"Well, this gives me the perfect opportunity to give you a sneak peek at lesson two." Sarah said with a cheeky smile.

"What's lesson two?" Charlie asked.

"Don't go on a date with a loaded gun, that's premature suicide. It always takes longer to cum the second time around." Sarah said with a chuckle.

Charlie's eyes were wide, he had no idea what was about to happen next.

"Just watch." Sarah said.

Sarah grabbed the base of his hard cock and pointed as straight as she could, she then lowered her head and gently kissed the tip of his cock head. Charlie's cock couldn't help but rebound from the action. Sarah continued to kiss the rest of his shaft, "I love this big fat cock." she said in between kisses, she made her way to his balls and gave each nut a gentle kiss. Once his cock was sufficiently worshipped by his mother she raised her head up and put just his cock head in her mouth.

Charlie gasped, "Oh my fuck! That feels amazing!" 

Sarah pulled her head up, "Glad you are enjoying yourself." she said as she put her mouth back on his cock but this time took in a little more of his prick. She started dancing her tongue on this sensitive part of his head as she bobbed deeper and deeper on his fuck-stick. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked each side of his engorged shaft, "Look how long your lasting this time!" Sarah said as she stroked him with her right hand, "you're doing a great job!."

"Thanks, Mom." Charlie said knowing he actually didn't have that much time before he nutted again.

Sarah could feel his cock pulsating, "Oops, spoke too soon." Sarah said laughed. She wrapped her mouth back around his cock and started sucking hard. She started stroking with her right and started massing his balls with her left. It was becoming too much for Charlie to take, "Mom, Mom, stop, I'm going to cum." he was trying to warn his mother before he came in her mouth. Sarah didn't flinch, she just kept sucking hard and stroking faster. Charlie was about to pop, "Oh fuck, here I come." Charlie yelled as his hips started bucking. Sarah pressed him down to the couch and sucked as hard as she could, she felt her son's cum hitting the back of her throat, shot after shot, "didn't this boy just come a second ago." she thought to herself as the cum dump continued to build in her mouth. Finally his orgasm subsided, Sarah pulled her mouth off of his cock and swallowed his cum. 

"Holy fuck, Mom! You are a Goddess!" exclaimed Charlie.

Sarah grinned, "I'm glad you liked it, but most of all, did you notice how long you lasted the second time? Great job, Honey!"

"I did! Thank you so much." Charlie said.

"Okay, Honey. I'm going to get cleaned up. Do you want to stay in and watch a movie with me tonight?" Sarah asked with a smile.

"For you, anything!" Charlie said.

"You're sweet." she said as she picked up the towel and walked out of the room back towards the bathroom. Charlie couldn't help but watch his mother's perfect ass bounce as she walked out of the room. Sarah quickly returned to the living room with a new towel wrapped around her body, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Claire is coming home for spring break in two weeks, I'm so excited." Sarah said to her lounging, naked son.

"Oh really, I can't wait to see her too, I miss her so much." Charlie replied.

"Anyway, I'm going to get dressed, see you in a bit." his mother said.

Charlie sat up naked in the couch and leaned back, "Wow, that was fucking incredible. I can't wait to tell the guys, these stamina lessons are going to be fun!" he thought to himself as he basked in the afterglow of his first blowjob.

---

NEXT CHAPTER: Charlie gets a leg up on the competition before his friends join in on the next lesson.

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