A Fairy tale of finding your soul mate through darkness. Please email me with your opinion. It'll be Greatly Appreciated.
Cheers & Happy Reading,
Nite Storm
Cinderfello:
Once upon a time in a fabulous land far away King and Queen Kinney ruled over their kingdom of Gayopolis.
King and Queen Kinney never really got along, a forced marriage many years ago to calm the young prince down, so he could become King one day. Which he did, but it never stopped his wicked ways of hanging out with his posse of drunken fools.
Once married the Prince was forced to produce a child with his newly crowd Princess, by his dieing father/King, and a beautiful little girl was born. Little Princess Claire was a whinny child, but the town’s people rejoiced at her birth. Princess Joan wasn’t to happy with the child, but it made the town’s people actually smile as she went by with her large entourage of religious ass kissers. Prince Jack continued his wicked ways with his posse, even on the day his father’s body was laid to rest in the family cemetery.
Coronation Day came and after a long day of celebrating with his posse, the now King in a drunken state stumbled into his Queen’s private chambers, that she had ever since Princess Claire was born, and took his wife in every way his Filthy Mind could position her in, before passing out thinking it was the hottest sex he’d every had running through his pea brain.
Queen Joan prayed with her church every waking moment that the dark night would not produce a child, but it did. Nine months later Prince Brian Augustus was born. The kingdom rejoiced again, as Queen Joan prayed the demon-spawned child would just go away as King Jack angrily celebrated with his posse, with the same thoughts.
As years pass the anger for the child grew stronger. Queen Joan still praying with her church, that the child would just go away, King Jack taking out his anger for his miserable life on the child.
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Prince Brian tried everything in his power to make his parents love him. But the only thing that seemed to make them happy was when he stayed out of their sight, so most of his time was spent in the local town, where he met Michael and his mother Debbie at a place called the Liberty Diner.
Debbie thought it was strange for a Prince to hang out at a diner and friends with her son, but as she got to know the young boy understood. One night after a late shift at the diner Debbie went into her son’s room, and was shocked to find in the dark room her son cuddling a very battered crying Prince.
The boys nervously explained that there was a fight and Prince Brian lost, but Debbie knew better, adding up all the other times other marks made it very clear why a Prince would hang out in town.
Even though he would lightly growl Debbie was always there to point him in the right direction with her colorful wisdom and tenderly comfort his battered soul, after each the King’s vicious attacks.
The King and Queen never really acknowledged Prince Brian so it was easy for him to forge their names on official school enrollment papers, and disappear for several hours a day to the local public high school. Only his adopted family there for him when he graduated the top of his class.
After graduation Brian decides to go to college for advertisement where he meets a beautiful young artist named Lindsey and they become true ultimate best friends, after the dating thing doesn’t work out.
Michael several years older than Brian answers questions of why he was attracted to men instead of woman. Knowing it would really piss off his parents he keeps his feelings a secret, when around them.
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Years go by and word gets around about Prince Brian’s taste in men, and they happily lined up for blocks, just at a chance to get a glace and hopefully a night with, at what the town’s people renamed the Stud of Liberty Ave; the main avenue that runs for miles and miles through the center of Gayopolis.
Town gossip also got back to the King and he demanded that his son marry the young lady that he was always with to put a halt to the rumors, but he refused and tried to explain his choice, and for it received a beating close to death and told to go live on the streets, banished from the castle.
Queen Joan praying ever second that the demon-spawned child would be killed living without the security of the castle, but what she didn’t know was that the common people loved their Prince more than their King and Queen.
Lindsey nurses her best friend back to health, much to the dismay of her life partner Melanie. Lindsey insisting on staying with him at his retreat from the world the only place that he found comfort, a run down building from the outside but the top floor a fabulous loft, the only place he ever called home.
Weeks go by, and the true loving bond between the two grew even stronger. Michael and Melanie stopping by often, stating it wasn’t natural for the two of them to be spending so much time together. Both of them ignoring and even laughing about the way their friends worried about them actually turning hertosexual.
One night Lindsey is awakened by all too familiar gut wrenching screams and jumps from the sofa bed and rushes to Brian’s side. In a moment of friendship, comfort and love, they fall into a passionate need, till wee hours of the morning. Lindsey passionately holding onto Prince Brian as their hearts beat as one and day becomes night again.
Michael and Melanie desperately try to ignore Lindsey’s belly rising, as she emotionally tries to warmly reach out to the lost soul. Desperately trying to reassure him that Melanie and she could raise the child and No One would have to know.
A word agreement is made as months become days to the arrival of the child. Prince Brian secretly dreaming in the warmth and security of his loft, of things he could do with his child, things he could show and teach his child, promising to the all mighty God above never to speak or strike his child in anger.
Hating the agreement with everything in him that everyone seemed to have an opinion on, but his heart knowing there could be chance that he could turn out like his father and with his life style agrees that Melanie would make a better father, but it didn’t really hurt anyone by secretly dreaming. Everyone agreed that he could be called Dad, and could take the child to the park.
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Meanwhile in town Jennifer Taylor battles every day to keep her family together. Her husband Craig just a plain and out asshole businessman; their two children Justin and Molly, normal happy smart children. Justin the oldest plans to attend Dartmouth a fancy business college in a few years, just to make his father happy, ignoring his true exceptional talent of drawing.
Justin, explained to them that he day dreamed about liking dick, wanted to get fucked by dick, wanted to suck dick, and knowing in his heart, would be good at it, if he found the right man.
Jennifer emotionally tries to explain to her son that he was to young to have those kind of feelings as Craig angrily demanded that he never speak about his feelings again.
Cinderfello 2:
Michael and friends Emmett and Ted decide to call it a night at the hottest night club in Gayoplois, Babylon and go to Liberty Diner to get something to eat. After retrieving the Stud of Liberty Ave from the backroom, the four of them leave the bar.
All four men in conversation about blow jobs when Prince Brian suddenly stops seeing prefect crystal blue, so perfect that his heart, body and soul knows that it has to be the eyes of God standing under a lamp post a few yards away.
For just a spilt second he turns to his friends and breathlessly says gotta go and then rushes over, to find his Blue Eyed God gone.
Ted and Emmett help Michael talk him into leaving after several long moments, as he rattles about he saw the eyes of God, his friends worrying about how much of Annette’s cooked up shit he consumed.
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Once safely at the loft Michael puts a still emotional rattling Prince to bed, and spoons in behind him; while silently praying his nightly prayer that his Prince will one day sees him as more than just a dear close friend.
In the early morning hour, Michael is awakened by soft stroking of his dick by a strong royal hand and warm lips kissing on his neck and ear, causing his body to fall into heaven.
The phone ringing breaks through Michael’s erotic moans, but Prince Brian continues his passionate assault till Melanie’s voice comes over the answering machine franticly yelling for him to get his ass to the hospital that Lindsey has gone into labor and screaming for him.
“Get Dressed!” Prince Brian urgently yells, jumping from the bed and rushing to the bathroom, just as Michael was about to explode in his hand.
They arrive at the hospital too late to witness his son’s birth, but just in time to agree with Lindsey that their son will be named Gus, much to the displeasure of Melanie.
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Several months pass and Lindsey arrives at the loft with Gus, for their weekly visit, but being a growing always hungry perfect baby boy, Gus quickly goes through formula that she packed, so not wanting to disturb father and son quality time, Lindsey goes to the local store around the corner.
While Lindsey is gone Brian again tells his son about the eyes of God he saw the night he was born, and that one day he’ll find him. The front entrance buzzard goes off and he mindlessly gets up and hits the button to let Lindsey enter, jokingly telling their son on the way back to the sofa that mommy is a very forgetful lady.
“Heah Sonny Boy.” King Jake nonchalantly says walking into the loft.
“Jesus!” Brian says surprise, jumping from the sofa, with Gus in his arms.
“Well you couldn’t be more surprised if it was.” King Jack sarcastically comments, glancing around the loft.
“Some place . . . almost big as a Palace. Looks like a dump from outside.” King Jack sarcastically comments with an evil laugh.
“Who’s this?” King Jack nonchalantly asks after several intense moments of silence coming to a stop in front of his son frozen in his footsteps holding a child.
“This is . . . . Gus . . . Lindsey’s kid . . . . you remember Lindsey . . . .” Brian nervously explains, holding tightly to him.
“Tallish . . . blonde . . . you use to take her out . . . she was a Pretty Girl. She’s got one hell of a cute son.” King Jack sincerely says smiling at the child.
“She leaves him with a fairy?” King Jack evilly asks; Brian bits his tongue while quickly moving to the other side of the room; never ever wanting to lose his temper in the presents of his son.
“Sometimes.” Brian emotionally mumbles, placing a gentle kiss on Gus forehead.
King Jack noticing he’s struck a nerve nonchalantly moves several toys from the sofa and sits down, and gives his son a few minutes to do what ever the hell he’s doing by staring out the window.
“Sooo . . . what are you doing wondering around town . . . lady friend?” Brian nonchalantly asks; knowing his father likes his wild woman and booze.
“That’s not it.” King Jack agitatedly states.
“You and mom finally splitting up?” Brian sarcastically asks sitting down in a chair across from the sofa.
“I’ve got cancer . . . started in my lungs. It’s already spread. My brilliant doctors discovered it on an x-ray during my physical last summer.” King Jack nonchalantly explains, after several intense moments of silence.
“Now it seems it everywhere.” King Jack nonchalantly adds.
“Sorry.” Brian sincerely whispers trying to comprehend that his father is dieing.
“I would rather the warden done the honor . . . but she insisted that I tell you and your sister in person . . . . so your hearing from me.” King Jack explains as Brian holds tightly to his son.
“Bri! . . . .” Lindsey nervously says rushing into the loft after going through royal security out side, but stops suddenly seeing the King and quickly bowing.
“Your Majesty . . . I don’t know if you remember me . . . Lindsey . . . Peterson.” Lindsey nervously says as both men stand.
“Of course . . . I remember you even though it’s been a some time. You’re still a looker. ” King Jack lovingly says taking her hand and placing a simple kiss on the top, as Lindsey blushes.
“You have yourself a beautiful son” King Jack sincerely says, glancing over at his son that’s gone back to staring out the window.
“I guess I’ll be on my way.” King Jack says heading to the door.
“Wait . . . . . . There’s someone else I want you to say hello too.” Brian nervously says quickly turning around and looking directly at his father that has stopped in the middle of the floor.
“Your Grandson.” Brian nervously says, forcing his feet to move towards Lindsey; knowing they made an agreement that none of his family was to never know about Gus, but his father was dieing.
“My Grandson?” King Jack says in a confused tone, looking directly into his son’s eyes.
“What the fuck is going on? Are you screwing with me Sonny Boy?” King Jack nervously asks, glancing at Lindsey that now stands beside Brian.
“No I’m not screwing with you.” Brian agitatedly says as the King nervously looks over at Lindsey again, then back at his son.
“Would you like to hold him?” Lindsey nervously asks, seeing something in the old man’s eyes that she’s never seen before.
“Oooo I . . . it’s been awhile since I . . . . held a baby.” King Jack nervously says nodding his head yes as he moves closer.
“Hey Sonny Boy.” King Jack soothingly whispers taking the child carefully into his arms, quickly noticing what he didn’t earlier, that the child has his son’s perfect hazel eyes.
Several hours pass with King Jack getting to know his grandchild and Lindsey. Brian keeps his distance as much as possible; it what seems to be a very small loft working on an upcoming campaign for his advertising company Kinnetik’s. Lindsey cooks a nice meal as the King plays with Gus, while trying to get his son to at least acknowledge the fact that he is present in the room.
With Gus down for his afternoon nap the three sit down to the nice meal, Lindsey apologizing for it not being something a King would enjoy, but him assuring her that everything is fine.
Brian nonchalantly forced by Lindsey agrees that it would be okay if he occasionally called to check on Gus.
The weeks that follow the King truly gets to know Lindsey and Gus; while emotionally looking back at his life, of the many wild women, drinking and partying with his posse.
Brian drowning his life in making Kinnetik’s Gayopolis’ and around the world number one advertising agency; which doesn’t take long with his talent and straight forward opinion with spare time spent being the Stud of Liberty Avenue.
Cinderfello 3:
Annoying persisting pounding on the loft door angrily pulls Brian from a fabulous hot steamy threesome and he agitatedly slips on a pair of thin gray sweats, and with sweat still glistening on his muscular chest; angrily pulls open the door.
“Mother?” Brian mumbles in shock, sliding the door fully open.
“Brian.” Queen Joan politely says, walking into the loft for the first time, with her religious ass kissers and the royal entourage.
“What do you want . . . I’m kinda of busy?” Brian sarcastically says, walking across the floor trying to hide his still rock hard cock.
“Your father passed away yesterday.” Queen Joan coldly states, and he quickly takes hold of the counter to steady himself.
“He left me a letter.” Queen Joan mumbles shoving it at him.
“It seems to be that You’re Now King.” Queen Joan emotionally mumbles, as he sits down on a bar stool and begins to read.
My Queen,
I compromised my life to make my father happy. A thousand battles could not do the damage the old man did the day he sent down his royal order for me to settle down and for us to marry and produce something that would one day replace us.
We both knew how I felt, but you wanted to be Queen. You always thought you knew best. You thought my wicked ways would go away, with the birth of your almighty Claire.
That dark night I came into your chambers with all intentions of killing, you for trying to make me someone that I wasn’t, and me for trying to be someone that I wasn’t.
We often whished for our Sonny Boy’s death, you to ignore and pray to your fake God and me not to face the fact that he was living a life that I in each breath I took whished for.
My Evil Queen the real true almighty God doesn’t make mistakes. Our Sonny Boy as much as we tried was sent here to prove you can’t hide who you are. As much as I tried to beat the hell out of Reality he kept coming back, those lost hurt hazel eyes will haunt me in Hell.
Our son is just like me in some ways, but stronger. He’s the man I wish I became. If I would have been strong enough to stand up to my father history would have been different.
I do get some comfort in knowing You My Queen Will Join Me Here In Hell One Day, and that our gay son will rule over Gayopolis, letting humans live the way they choose to live.
Everything is in place, set in concrete excitedly twenty four hours after my death an announcement will go forth to Gayopolis that My Gay Son Prince Brian Augustus Kinney will be KING.
See You In Hell
Jack
“I have money . . . . what every you want . . . . please sign these papers . . . . .” Queen Joan coldly explains, as one of her royal ass kissers opens a briefcase full of money, and another holds out several papers denouncing his power.
“Arrangements can also be made for the illegitimate child.” Queen Joan coldly says; knowing after Jack returned home several months ago and told her about the delightful afternoon he spent with the woman and child. It was all that he talked about, even his last breath was to tell his son that he was sorry and that he loved him, but she would take that bit of information to her grave, because of her sons wicked ways.
“Brian!” Michael urgently calls out, rushing through the loft door, hearing news that the King was dead, as two naked men come down the three steps from the bedroom.
Brian calmly moves down the side of the counter and grabs the Jim Bean and takes several large drinks from the bottle, wishing his Blue Eyed God was present, knowing in his heart that he would know what to do.
“Lindsey.” Brian mumbles after several long moments of intense silence as Michael softly caresses over his back, the Queen in total disgust at his loving touch towards her demon spawned child and the two almost nude men also standing beside him in obvious concern.
“Lindsey needs to know.” Brian emotionally mumbles fifty million thoughts rushing through his head.
“Ted! . . . . need to talk with Ted . . . get rid of them.” Brian rambles, heading towards the bedroom.
“And You sit your ass down.” Brian angrily states, rushing back into the room and coldly looking into his mother’s eyes.
Brian takes a long hot shower, drifting off to his so familiar fantasy of his blue eyed God, as he jacks off.
Returning to the living room in just worn jeans resting low on his slender hips, and is some what happy to see that Michael has assembled everyone even his sister Claire has graced everyone with her annoying self, crying uncontrollably.
“I assume everyone has heard.” Brian announces walking over to Lindsey and taking Gus.
“Claire pull yourself together!” Queen Joan agitatedly states, watching her son silently talk to what she assumes is the illegitimate son.
“My Daddy is dead! I have all rights to be upset.” Claire emotionally cries.
“You sure it isn’t because I’m now King.” Brian sarcastically says with a small laugh, bouncing Gus a little.
“You, Gus and Mel will move into the Castle . . . I’m still gonna live here . . . Ted you’re still my accountant . . . so take care of that.” Brian explains, pointing to the briefcase full of money and then handing Gus back to Lindsey.
“Ted . . . Debbie is obsessed with the Diner . . . make sure she owns it before the sun rises tomorrow. “ Brian explains, knowing it in no way repays the many years of kindness, but it’s a start.
“Claire go the fuck home to what ever number husband it is and pull your fuckin self together!” Brian agitatedly states; not able to think over her annoying crying.
“I hate you!” Claire emotionally cries.
“I really don’t give a fuck!” Brian sarcastically states.
“Ted! My sister’s allowance is to be cut immediately . . .” Brian coldly says as she jumps from the chair.
“Mommy! He can’t do that . . .” Claire emotionally whines, everyone in the room a little uncomfortable with the royal personal affairs, but intensely listening.
“He can do what ever he wants . . . He’s King.” Queen Joan coldly states waving her hand; whishing for a nice glass of wine.
“And for you . . .” Brian says in an evil tone, leaning in close planting his hands firmly on the arms of his mother’s chair, coldly looking into her eyes.
“Brian . . . Sweetie she’s your mother.” Debbie soothingly says jumping from her chair and caresses softly over his muscular back, as Michael rushes over to them.
“She’s a Cold Heart Bitch.” Brian coldly states.
“I never ever want to lay eyes on you again!” Brian coldly states standing and Debbie quickly pulls him into a tight secure hug as Michael caress over his back.
“Michael . . . make sure she is moved to some hell hole far away.” Brian says softly pulling away and looking back at his mother; Queen Joan thanking her gods that he has taken mercy, thanks to the colorful lady.
“You! Go back to the Castle! Inform the staff that MY Son and his Mother are coming and everything better be fabulous.” Brian firmly instructs to a gorgeous guard standing by the door, looking directly into his eyes than quickly moving away.
“You! Escort. . . . Her out of my home!” Brian informs another guard, but quickly moving away as their eyes connect.
“Brian . . . .” Michael softly whispers, after several intense moments of silence, and him holding tightly to the counter.
“Michael is Commander and Chief . And will be over seeing . . . watching to make sure my wishes are carried out! . . . . Everyone OUT!” Brian firmly states, after walking over and tenderly kissing Lindsey and Gus goodbye, making it clear to a third guard to never leave his son’s side again, but turning away as their eyes connect.
“Emmett You Stay!” Brian firmly states to everyones confusion as they’re leaving.
“I want something . . . that every male with blue eyes is forced to attend. I want someone to go door to door . . . . make sure its quiet clear that Every blue eyed boy is to attend! My Blue Eyed God will Be Found! Do I make my self clear?” Brian explains.
“Yes Your Highness.” Emmett says with respect, but desperately wanting to squeal, as thoughts rush through his mind at the romantic adventure it will be in finding the blue eye boy from many months ago, and that his King has asked him to help.
“Emmett! I’m still Brian where is the annoying perky squealing?” Brian jokingly asks, desperately needing it for once to relive the massive headache of the day’s events.
“OOOOOOOhhhhhhhh We’re going to have so much fun!” Emmett squeals, doing a little happy dance, and Brian rethinks wanting to hear him squeal.
Emmett makes sure the word goes out that the New King is looking for a blue eye blonde hair boy as soon as he leaves the loft, as Brian drifts off to dreams of him.
Such an elaborate event needing a theme Emmett romantically thinks every King gets a coronation, so why not a Coronation Ball. So an officially announcement is made the following day that a Coronation Ball will be held the night of the Coronation of the New King, and ever blue eye blonde hair male is to attend, giving the town’s people one week to rejoice and every blue eye male time to prepare for the event.
Cinderfello 4:
Days that follow his father’s death are very irritating for Brian; the official royal advisers that he renames royal ass-kissers handle the funeral agreements. Vowing that if another man bows at his feet without sucking his dick he’s going to bring back the quilluteen.
A cold snowy day with a firm threat but with a warm loving smile by Lindsey Brian stands by his mother during the royal service.
Next on the royal ass-kissers agenda are official state photos of the new King. Lindsey having to step in again with an excuse that she doesn’t have any recent pictures of him and Gus. The end result of the Official Portrait is of Lindsey in a beautiful indigo satin formal-length gown, with spaghetti-straps, and the official diamond queen tiara, resting on her head, holding Gus on her lap in a tiny black Armani tux, with indigo tie and cummerbund, sitting on a wooden century old thrown and Brian standing behind them, in a matching Armani tux, with his left hand resting softly on her shoulder, to show off the official Kinney gold crest ring, because of his refusal to wear the ugly ass crown. The ring he already had just hand to knock off the dust. Lindsey being an artist and knowing the King’s tastes, pulls the royal ass kisser’s aside afterwards, and explains that she will design a new crown, just please make sure it’s ready the day of the coronation, if they ever want to see the King wear a crown.
Melanie voicing her angered opinion about the official portrait, and Brian pulls her aside and sarcastically explains, even though she’s always wanted to keep him being Gus’ father a deep dark secret, and even if he didn’t become King, royal blood runs through Gus’ veins, because he and Lindsey made Love all night long, and now that he is King, the mother of His Child is Now Queen so get use to it!
The first official state dinner, is called a royal disaster by the royal ass-kissers, because the new King, invites the public. Official heads of state and Kings and Queens from surrounding lands think it was fun, making mental notes not to ever cross the new King.
Brian goes through the motions, being where Lindsey, Michael or the royal ass kissers tell him to be. His mind still lost in thoughts of his Blue Eyed God with his heart scanning each event, in hopes of seeing him again. Double checking several times a day with Emmett about the Coronation Ball making it was very clear that every boy with blue eyes is to attend. Close friends desperately trying to reassure him that the boy would be found, while silently praying he will.
Ted, Emmett and Michael having the most spectacular sex life after word gets out that they also saw the eyes of God, as almost every male even some straight and even some without blue eyes in the land seductively try to convince them that they were the one the king was looking for. Just in hopes and prayers to get past the friend, at the chance of being Queen to a Gorgeous Handsome King.
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Days that follow the royal announcement of the new Gay King and he is looking for a blue eye boy Craig makes it impossible for his son to leave the house.
Forcing Justin to clean out the attic, garage, and basement and even mow the lawn that was usually done by a gardener. The young boy doing each exhausting task without question, just to make his father some how proud of him, but at night retreating to his bedroom and his drawing. Drawing the same thing over and over again, the face of God he saw that single adventures night on Liberty Ave, the night he got scared and ran all the way back to Daphne’s.
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Morning of the Coronation arrives and Brian having enough of the royal bullshit firmly announces to everyone gathered that he isn’t going to the coronation; mentally just wanting to sit alone and wait for the Coronation Ball.
“As usually objective falls to Me . . . Think! You don’t really want me there.” Brian sarcastically comments walking across the floor and standing in front of Lindsey with an innocent smile.
“I’ll have to be chemically depended just to go . . . I’ll be drunk I’ll be bored. Not to mention better looking than any of the other official people there. I’ll offend all the dykes I’ll Heckle at the ceremony, table dance at the reception. An inevitably fuck every gay, straight or undecided good looking guy in the place. Finally I’ll pass out . . . naked . . . bitching about the cheap booze.” Brian rattles flopping down on the sofa.
“Brrriannnnn . . . . It’s your coronation you have to go. This is all for you.” Michael annoyingly whines, sitting down beside him, placing his hand on the nap of his neck and softly playing with his hair.
“No it’s not . . . I’m already King. Remember my father died! The ass kisser’s just want to parade me around knowing their King has a big Dick.” Brian nonchalantly says, smirking up at one of them that insist on following him.
“Stand Up!” Lindsey agitatedly states looking directly down into hazel eyes, which he does.
“Listen to me Mister! You will show up at the ceremony!” Lindsey firmly states grabbing a firm hold of his balls.
“You will check Your pissy attitude at the door! And you will behave in a manner befitting a King!” Lindsey firmly states, as his breathing becomes uneven and he writhes in pain.
“Got It!” Lindsey firmly threatens.
“Got it.” Brian struggles to moan, and she finally lets go and places a gently kiss on his cheek, before flopping down on the sofa.
“Oh My God! Oh my god!” Lindsey excitedly struggles to say with out scaring their son as she beats on Brian’s arm that has collapsed beside her.
“Come to Daddy Sonny Boy.” Brian breathlessly says, watching his son taking his first steps to a toy box in the corner.
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Justin’s torture continues, with his dearest friend Daphne helping out when ever his father isn’t around.
“I have to get out of here!” Justin states in desperation twist tying another garbage bag full of junk from the garage.
“Okay let’s go into town.” Daphne suggests, pulling out another garbage bag.
“NO! Daph . . . I mean I really need to get out of here . . . . I was thinking of going to New York.” Justin nervously interrupts, beginning to nervously pace.
“New York?” Daphne says in confusion, but her heart going out to her all time best friend since third grade and the trouble he has had since telling his parents his thoughts and dreams about Men.
“I have this and about six hundred dollars saved . . . . It’ll get me there.“ Justin nervously explains, pulling out a piece of paper.
“What is it?” Daphne curiously asks.
“A conformation number to one of dad’s credit cards.” Justin nonchalantly says.
“Justin!” Daphne nervously state, knowing his father will kill him.
“What will you do?” Daphne asks, but seeing how serious blue eyes are.
“I was thinking something to do with cartoons . . . . maybe sell my art . . . be a starving artists.” Justin explains, daydreaming that his Face of God would just happen to be there and buy his art.
“I think maybe you should become a model . . . you have prefect hair for it.” Daphne cheerfully suggests, daydreaming about him becoming a famous model and she would just happen to find her dream man among his straight male model friends.
“You’re just thinking about dick.” Justin playfully states, playfully nudging her.
“And your not?” Daphne playfully states, but quickly hating that she even mentioned it, now he will start rambling about the Face of God he saw the night she dropped him off on Liberty Ave, the only thing he talks about.
“I heard the new King is gay.” Daphne matter of factly comments, looking over at him and seeing him off in his own little world thinking about the almighty Face Of God.
“Justin!” Daphne states playfully punching him in the arm.
“What?” Justin agitatedly whines, rubbing his upper arm.
“Let’s Go To The Celebration . . . . maybe you’ll get lucky and your Face of God will be there.” Daphne excitedly suggests, really wanting to see what Justin has be rattling about.
“What Celebration?” Justin asks in confusion, as she wonders with an expression of where in the hell have you been.
“The Celebration for our New Gay King! Where in the hell have you been.” Daphne excitedly comments, but quickly becomes worried with his changed facial expression.
“I guess that explains why I’ve been forbidden to watch television, listen to the radio or read the newspaper. “ Justin comments, the pieces connecting with his fathers behavior.
“Guess so.” Daphne heartfelt says hating his father for being such a homophic ass.
“Wouldn’t it be wild if he saw you that night on Liberty Ave and you’re the one he’s been looking for?” Daphne excitedly comments, day dreaming of Justin finally having a Good Life.
“Justin!” Daphne yells, agitated that he won’t day dream with her about he could be maybe what she thinks would be Queen, but not really knowing how the proper etiquette would go, but cheerfully thinking he would graduate from Drama Princess to Drama Queen, which she knows he would be good at, to good sometimes.
“Come On! . . . . stop dreaming about your God . . . . and let’s go see a King!” Daphne excitedly states standing and pulling on his arm.
“Daph!” Justin agitatedly whines, being pulled from his dream of giving his God a perfect blow job, well according to all the books and web pages he has read.
“Justin! What color eyes do you have?” Daphne quickly asks, and him giving her a confused expression.
“Sorry fifteen hundred SAT score for the hard question. They’re BLUE just what the King is looking for. Now let’s go!” Daphne sarcastically says, pulling him up.
“Ha Ha.” Justin sarcastically comments, coming to his feet, agitated that she has again pulled him from his God, but laughing at her idea.
“Look . . . we can go for about an hour if you don’t see your God and I don’t see the King we can come home.” Daphne explains, suddenly seeing what Justin is wearing and thinking twice.
“Daphne . . . Dad is going to be home in about . . .” Justin explains glancing at the silver watch on his wrist.
“Three hours . . . We only need two.” Daphne excitedly explains, dragging him to her car, not knowing it’s the same plaid top shirt, white undershirt, semi faded blue jeans and black and white tennis shoes that he was wearing the last time in his short visit to Liberty Ave.
But no one on Liberty Ave that night noticing his clothes, when captured by stunning blue eyes, soft pure silky skin, that reached down into every mans soul even a soon to be King’s.
Cinderfello 5:
Daphne drives to Liberty Avenue, well as close a she can get to driving, with ninety percent of the roads block off for the celebration, while explaining to Justin the biggest current event of the King has the hots for this blue eye guy, he has only seen once.
“Yeah . . . . if the King forgets his glasses . . . he’ll pick me.” Justin sarcastically laughs, as they walk through the crowd, stopping occasionally to admire some of the art work and crafts.
“You never know.” Daphne cheerfully comments, looking at some art that she really doesn’t understand, but seeing her friend smile, warming her heart.
“Oooh Justin . . . we have too.” Daphne squeals, seeing a fortune teller tent, and dragging him towards it.
“Dahp nooooo.” Justin moans, not believing in the shit.
“Stop being such a drama princess and come On!” Daphne playfully threatens pulling him into the fortune teller tent.
“You’re Majesty.” The elaborate drag queen know as Mysterious Marylyn says after laying eyes on Justin clearly even in the dimly lit tent, and then quickly kneels down on one knee with his head lowered.
“You have me mistaken for someone else.” Justin politely comments, as what he knows as a Drag Queen takes his hand and softly places a simple kiss.
“King Kinney has been waiting for your return.” Mysterious Marylyn strongly says, as Justin jerks his hand away.
“Please . . . . get up . . .” Justin nervously says.
“Yes Your Majesty.” Mysterious Marylyn says slowly rising.
“You have Me mistaken for someone else.” Justin tries to firmly explain again.
“Your name is Justin Taylor.” Mysterious Marylyn says.
“Oh your Good!” Daphne quickly comments, totally blown away.
“Many days and nights have passed since your night under the lamp post.” Mysterious Marylyn explains.
“How many people have you told this too?” Daphne sarcastically interrupts, wondering what a lamp post has got to do with anything.
“God writes the script . . . . Sweetie . . . . I just say the lines.” Mysterious Marylyn says.
“Oh this is just too weird.” Justin nervously says, remembering leaning against a lamp post.
“Let’s Go!” Justin urgently states pulling on Daphne’s arm.
“You’ve been hidden for many days . . . but tonight will be found.” Mysterious Marylyn urgently explains as Justin is pulling Daphne from the tent.
“What a Freak!” Justin says with a laugh, after out of the tent.
“What If . . . .” Daphne starts to explain, but he drags her towards a food stand.
“Steak sub?” Justin suggests quickly glancing over the menu board, trying to force his mind not to think about lamp posts, blue eyes or a King his never seen.
“Justin!” Daphne firmly states turning him around quickly to face her, as a vendor walks behind them selling eight by ten photos of the new king.
“We don’t have to order here.” Justin simply comments, pulling her to the next food stand near by.
“What if . . . you . . . . are?” Daphne nervously says.
“What If . . . . we get something to eat . . . and then go on with our boring lives?” Justin says and then places an order for both of them.
“Justin what if?” Daphne says after he grabs their food and pulls her down on a near by bench.
“Daphne! I’m going to Dartsmith, becoming a business man, Not become a KING of a country!” Justin sincerely explains between bites of his veggie wrap.
“Mysterious Marylyn said.” Daphne firmly begins.
“I’m surprised she didn’t chase us down the street for not paying!” Justin comments with a laugh.
“Think about it. How many men do you think she has told the same story?” Justin explains, forcing himself to think about reality.
“She knew your name.” Daphne quickly points out.
“Cause you some how told her.” Justin says with a laugh, quickly dismissing the fact.
“Justin I didn’t tell her!” Daphne firmly states as they throw their trash away, and begin walking through the crowd.
“No thank you.” Justin says trying to hand a flier back that was forced on him by a man frantically working through the crowd.
“I really don’t want this.” Justin agitatedly states, tapping the man on the shoulder that’s now in front of him.
“FINE!” Emmett agitatedly states but stops, facing the annoying voice.
“Oh My God! OH MY GOD!” Emmett emotionally sputters as Justin and Daphne simultaneously think maybe they should take hold of the man that has lost all color in his face.
“Oh My God . . . it’s really you!” Emmett emotionally squeals, placing his hand over his mouth as tears begin to flow down his cheeks.
“Who are you?” Justin nervously asks, thinking the last hour has been way too strange, and just really wanting to go home to his room and his drawings of his Face of God.
“Oh My god it’s really you!” Emmett again excitedly squeals.
“Oh My God . . . who you are.” Justin sarcastically comments the situation getting comical.
“I’m your Fairy Godmother.” Emmett sincerely says, looking into perfect blue eyes, knowing in his heart that it’s the boy he got a quick glance of that night.
Cinderfello 6:
After lots of coxing by Daphne and Emmett, they end up at Debbie’s. Emmett thinking she would be the best person to handle the situation, crossing Michael off with a laugh because he most likely would push the boy off the nearest bridge for coming along.
Debbie and Emmett explain current events to Justin, who is totally blown away as all the puzzle pieces of his father’s actions finally come together; no television, newspapers, internet not even letting him go to school.
Knowing Debbie will be missed at the coronation, so after she crosses her heart and promising to stick a needle in her eye if she spilled anything about the now planned surprise she leaves for the coronation with her brother Vic.
Emmett fills the Blue Eyed God in on all the good stuff about King Kinney, leaving out the dark side; the baths, backroom, no twice rule, not doing boyfriends or relationships, knowing in his heart its all about to change.
Justin needing to calm his nerves asks for paper and pencil and draws, as Emmett calls friends with clothes connections.
Daphne explains to her parents over the phone what is happening. They being understanding parents, excitedly bring over her newly bought prom dress for the event, and nervously explain that Craig has already missed his son and angrily searching for him even came over demanding that they knew where he was.
Emmett closely knowing several of the royal guards informs them of the situation and within minutes several of them come to protect, with very fawn memories of the Nelly Bottom.
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Brian goes through the motions of the religious coronation, actually thinking about telling his mother about her almighty Reverend Butterfield and their time a the baths; as he is gently handing her what Brian notices is a new fabulous crown of gold that she nervously places on his head, but lets it rest for now with fear that Lindsey would hurt him.
At the grand reception immediately following Brian emotionally scans the room for his Blue Eyes God as his mother is lead away by royal ass kissers; that no longer need her for official bull shit as their King calls it.
Debbie bits her tongue several times, to the point she can taste blood, as Michael confines that he is praying that the Blue Eye Thing doesn’t show so his King will finally put to rest the search and focus on their friendship again.
Agitatedly she pulls her son into a quite room and tries to explain that Brian loves the mysterious blue eyed God, well as much as he can, and emotionally pleads for him to get a life of his own, but their conversion is interrupted when a man introducing himself as Ben Buckner walks in, and sincerely apologizes explaining that he’s lost, looking for a restroom.
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Now officially King Kinney and finally at the Coronation Ball, Brian sits totally bored drinking straight Jim Beam in a dark corner. Even though every available man has thrown themselves at his feet and Lindsey’s nagging about getting out on the dance floor, to mingle. His mind telling his heart that his Blue Eyed God isn’t going to show.
Emmett, Justin and Daphne enter the crowed ballroom and Debbie quickly introduces the gang.
Everything seeming to become slow motion, as Brian’s heart body and soul feels the presents of his Blue Eyed God and he quickly stands and scans the dimly lit ballroom.
Their eyes connect as he nears the brilliant blue that’s even more beautiful than he remembered; piercing his quivering heart, his smile as bright as sunshine.
“Do you mind if I borrow your date?” Brian breathlessly asks, slightly forcefully pulling his eyes away from his God to the female standing beside him, and she nervously laughs bowing her head.
Everyone happily parts with ooo’s and ahh’s as their King finally makes it to the dance floor with what their hearts tell them is what he has been looking for all his life.
Happily Brian tosses his white silk scarf around his Sunshine’s neck and pulls him close. Their bodies passionately moving as one to a oldie romantic song.
After several long moments Justin slowly unbuttons the two buttons and roams his hand inside his True Loves jacket and then passionately removes it from his sweaty body and tosses it to Daphne.
“Oh Shit! They’re gonna fuck right here.” Debbie happily shouts from the side lines; as Brian finally pulls him into a deep passionate kiss.
“I got my camera.” Vic jokingly comments as Lindsey leads Melanie to the dance floor into her own loving seductive dance.
Michael takes Ben’s hand and breathlessly falls into his knight in shiny amours arms in their own loving dance, which is followed by the public.
“You Go Baby!” Emmett emotionally yells, as the royal couple continues to seductively grind against each other.
Ted nonchalantly pulls Emmett to the dance floor and pulls him into a deep passionate kiss; releasing all his hidden feelings, which he with all his heart quickly responds too.
Brian desperately needing to have his Sunshine alone leads him from the dance floor as the song ends; out the nearest door, which leads to an alley.
“That was sooooo . . . . . .” Justin ecstatically sings, still in a deep haze of dancing with his God, as they lovingly sway around the alley to their hearts deep passionate thump.
“Ridiculously romantic.” Brian breathlessly interrupts, letting go of his hand and leaning against a car, and watching his Sunshine continue swaying around with the white silk scarf.
“So . . . . where you headed?” Brian nervously asks as his Sunshine comes to a stop in front of him, and he slightly pulls him to him; hazel eyes lost in amazing breath taking blue.
“No where special.” Justin breathlessly whispers softly falling against him.
“I can change that.” Brian seductively moans, never ever wanting his Blue Eyed God . . . His Sunshine out of his sight again.
“You Pervert!” Craig Taylor angrily yells from out of the dark, grabbing Brian’s arm and tries to sucker punch him as Justin tumbles to the ground.
Brian blocks the punch and gets several forceful punches in before royal security frantically interrupt.
“BRIAN!” Michael emotionally yells in concern rushing up as Justin pulls himself from the pavement and tries to get in the middle of the mayhem.
Michael with Ben’s help forcefully hold Brian back as royal security pulls Craig away.
“JUSTIN!” Craig angrily yelling; forcefully struggling against security.
“Justin! . . . . you come home right now or don’t come home at all!” Craig angrily screams seething with hate.
“Never . . . . NEVER again.” Justin emotionally screams.
“Did ya hear me . . . never again . . . never.” Justin emotionally cries his trembling body collapsing against the brick wall.
“Sunshine!” Brian emotionally yells, pushing Michael and friends that have gathered away and rushing over to him.
“You coming?” Brian emotionally whispers moving away holding out his hand.
Justin glances over at his father being dragged away and then takes his Loves hand.
And They Live Happily Ever After . . .
Well what Gayopolis calls happy ever after, excusing the fact that their King’s need to be the Stud of Gayopolis and the time their Gorgeous Queen actually bumped his head on a violin and went slumming for a few short months.
The King sending down a royal order after his return for all violins to be destroyed and violin music Never Ever to be played Ever Again! Only because he was worried about the safety of his Queen.
~ The End ~
