Cure for Writer's Block

 For everyone who has patiently (and one or two that haven't been very patient =P) next week will be SHEZAM! Part 13. 

From the looks of it, you probably wouldn't be able to tell that my name is Ronald Watson, a fresh-from-college English teacher in a rural middle school and struggling writer. But that's on purpose, as my latest writing gig, ghostwriting a young adult romance novel for a popular author has the potential to solve my problems. I've always been all or nothing as a writer, a paper in college that I wrote about fishing boats resulted in me tagging along on several vessels, whereas everyone else just paraphrased some things from books. So when my agent offered me this opportunity, I thought it would be relaxing and an easy almost-6 figure payment with the promise of more. No. The perfectionist in me wouldn't let that be.

I had to get into the head of a 20-something woman visiting the city and see what her life was like. Ms. Edmond, one of my colleagues and object of my affection was happy to help. It wasn't until the hair extensions were attached and my roots were dyed that she looked me in the professionally made-up face and told me she was so relieved I asked for her help because she thought I had a crush in her and her husband was ready to kick my ass. But a gay bestie would be the best case all around. I thought to argue, but I'm self-aware enough to know that any argument I could make wouldn't hold much weight while I'm wearing a bra, waste cincher, panties, stockings, heels, a skirt, and a blouse I borrowed from her so that I could spend my Winter break in the city seeing what it's like to date men. I smiled and nodded. So much for that one.

The log line called for a shy girl new to the city, so Kylie, my character, would spend the first bit of her time looking approachable but nervous in coffee shops and book stores, so I at least had the comfort there. However, when Ronald did these things, nobody would bother him. When Kylie did these things, I could feel several pairs of eyes glued directly to me and before I knew it, I had a date, uneventful, just a stroll, a phone number, and a hug that I logged in my journal. 

But this wouldn't exactly be a book up to my standards if I did one bit of research and let it be. So I accepted more dates with more guys and noted in my journal my experiences. Some younger, some older, some I would dress modestly, some I would dress provocatively, some I would be playful and giggly, some I would be sarcastic and sassy, some I would let know I was seeing other men, some I would let think I only had eyes for them, some I would make out with, some I would give a quick smooch. It was hard to keep track of everything but I managed. I felt I was in over my head the other night when I filled in my journal, but instead of sitting at my desk, I was lying on my stomach on my bed kicking my kneesocks like I were writing a diary. 

I felt I'd gone as far as I could with the dating aspect, and I still had a few days left. I couldn't trust any of these straight guys to find out that I too am a straight guy, so I'd have to extrapolate my past encounters with women and a less personal sexual act with a man. So I looked through my diary to figure out which of my boyfriends I wanted to give a blowjob. The love interest in my book is supposed to be an up-and-coming ad agent, so I went through my rich boyfriends and they were all at least twice Kylie's age. So I checked the business school guys I'd been with and Julian matched the description, plus Shawn, his coworker and another fling of mine, fit the third piece of the love triangle so... It would be irresponsible not to blow them both. 

I told one I was working late and the other I had to be home early. Shawn was cocky, as soon as I suggested the idea, he paid the check for dinner and I was on my knees in the bathroom stall, feeling his hands in my hair, whispering words of encouragement to inspire me to deep throat him enough to let my chin meet his balls. Julian, on the other hand, lit candles at his place and put on music. He made me feel like this blowjob was as pleasurable for me as it was for him. He even kissed me after I swallowed. Which was sweet and all, but uh... Kinda gay. 

I logged it in my diary when I got back and the next day I put on my last outfit. The attendant gave me two sets of flowers sent by Julian and Shawn, a nice gesture. I roamed the book selection outside of the store as I waited for my ride when both men came running in a last ditch effort to stop me from leaving. I guess life does imitate art. I tried to mediate the two combating friends until my ride showed up and I escaped back home where I stripped of the feminine constraints that had been holding me and sat down to write my book. But I found it easier to put the clothes back on and look through the pictures and texts on my phone while doing so, I finished the book faster than I ever have. Such a simple genre, the manuscript was on its way to the publisher.

They returned it with a rejection letter that pointed out this was supposed to be a young adult romance book where the ending moment that everything builds to is a kiss, but I spent a chapter and a half describing the rival's cock in a restaurant bathroom. But they're right, Kylie and this book were never a good fit. She could star in her own book independent of those silly labels. But since it's not a young adult novel anymore, it doesn't have to be so short. Kylie opened her phone to see if there were any hotel rooms still available in the city. 

Third Wheel

 

An Old Picture

 

New Year, New Stream

 

Zelda is like my favorite thing but I never get to incorporate it. So this was fun. =) 

A Sister for Christmas

 I was very sleepy when I wrote and scheduled this one, it sounded very fun at the time. Hope you enjoy!

Elf on the Shelf

 My ex-girlfriend's Mom had me wrapped around her finger, all she had to do was hint that her daughter might be around and there I was, ready to be made a fool again. Frances and I were high school lovebirds, but when she went off to college and got a taste of guys outside of our small town that the delayed responses to my texts became ignored calls became a break-up that I clearly lost. Her Mom liked having me around to help around the house, but she wasn't quiet about not thinking I was right for her Daughter. Shy, short, sensitive, words she often used to tease me, but any chore she needed done I'd come running. I brought up more often than I'd like to admit how I'd do anything to be with her again.

This instance takes the cake as she mentioned wanting to have the house ready for Christmas before Frances came home. Being the only person from our high school left in our small town, she didn't have much choice for an able-bodied youngster. So I was at the door, ready to hang some lights, but we spent most of the time sitting around drinking some cocktails she made us as she told me about Frances's boyfriends. She mentioned how funny it was that her Daughter was so crazy over me in high school but now her tastes are the opposite. Jocks, rich guys, a jerk here and there. But here I was, "cute, mousy, like a girl who hasn't found the right look yet. She pressured me into a makeover and I gave in, sitting at her vanity.

I looked cute, as difficult as that was to admit. I was in a dress helping her set the table. My chunk heels gave me a hard time, especially sliding around them in the stockings she put me in, but I think the table looked pretty good. I was buzzed, proud of my work, then remembered why I was here in the first place. Frances was at the door with her boyfriend Corey, a military man taking classes at her college. His bushy beard and buzzcut looked like the kind of grunt macho jerk the two of us would have made fun of at the lunch table in high school. She introduced me as Violett, her best friend. I tried to smile and nod my way through dinner, ignoring their flirtatious bantering. Frances's Mother then said something about the parade.

Turns out that she had been in charge of a float in our neighborhood Christmas parade. Her theme was a "Military Santa" concept to be patriotic and festive, with Corey as a jacked Santa and Frances and Violett as his cute little elf harem. Frances said it was a great chance to show everyone the new me. The real me. I sunk speechless in my chair. We had had a few more drinks and I got into a nightie that matched Frances's and we went to her room with Corey. Frances pulled me aside and gave me a giant kiss with lots of tongue, something I missed dearly. It was hard to pull myself away from her before she motioned toward Corey. He had taken his shirt off, lying on the bed, beginning to tent his pajama pants.

"Will you do this with me?" Frances asked. I tried to speak, but she shushed me. "When my Mom told me that she was helping you explore your feminine side it just... clicked you know? Being so close to you felt so right but you didn't feel like a boyfriend. I was confused... we both were. We've been besties this whole time. Not a couple. It all makes perfect sense!" Each word felt like a dagger in my chest. Right between the cups of the small bra I was wearing. "So I talked to Corey and... He was OK with helping a new girl experience her first real man. So... Will you suck his cock with me?" I'm not sure I managed to say a full word once since she turned up this evening.

She took my hand and guided me to the bed, putting me on his left side while she took his right. We made out over Corey's stupid abs and pecs. Frances guided my hand over them as his tough hands weaseled their way under the nighties to our panties, where he slid his hand down the small of my back to grip a handful of my ass. She broke away as she turned to him and started to kiss him. I wanted to pull away and go home but my head was spinning and his iron grip on my ass wouldn't let me go anywhere. He turned toward me and leaned forward, I retreated, but Frances grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him. My fist was balled up, resting on his chest, but as his tongue explored my mouth she pressed my hand flat and ran it along the hard ridges of his muscles. Frances whispered words of encouragement, helping me get into it, pretending it was her besides the beard. And the muscles. And Frances forcing my hand to slide under his pants- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT!?

His cock was rock hard and felt as thick as a baseball bat. Frances grabbed my chin again, turning my gaze to it. "This is a real man, Violett. Take it all in. Not literally. Well, not literally yet. This is what was missing when I was with you. Raw masculinity. Look at him, like he was chiseled from marble. But that's ok now, because we found the real you. I wish we had known sooner, think of how much fun we could have had before I got locked down. I bet all those jocks wouldn't have bullied you if they knew how cute you looked with some lingerie and a little make-up. Come on, princess, our man is waiting for us." She pulled me down to him and rested my head on his thigh. His big full balls lying not even a full inch from my face and his cock standing straight up swaying lightly side to side. She smiled at me from the other thigh, taking both of our hands and stroking him. I tried to tighten my hand so my fingers met as a small, personal victory but try as I might, it was too thick. But the squeezing seemed to excite him as a spurt of pre-cum erupted, landing on my lips.

"That's what we want!" Frances cheered, before leaning forward and kissing me, using her tongue to push Corey's salty surprise onto my mouth. "Now, we want a big load to help christen you into womanhood. So what we need to do is work his balls, OK princess? Now lick him like this." She demonstrated. I shook my head. The strongest protest. But he pushed my face down so that I fully breathed it in. He wasn't letting go, so I stuck my tongue out. He clearly worked out today. I was making eye contact with Frances as we licked her boyfriend's balls. She then insisted we use our hands to work them as she kissed me, guiding my head to his cock until the thick, hot, slick head was between our painted lips. We ran our tongues up and down the shaft in sync, technically I was kissing her again.

She backed away as I made it to the top. Corey's hand gripped the back of my head and plunged me down. Frances slipped into a seated position and just watched us. She complimented me for working through the gags, but with Corey's grip on my hair and thrusting, I didn't have much of a choice. She reminded me to play with his balls, and I did, it felt like they were growing more and more full. I could feel them tensing in my hand and I knew exactly what was coming: Him. He exploded in my mouth, thick jets down the back of my throat, a lot of it pouring out onto his crotch and balls, Frances told me to clean up like a good girl.

Corey was spent and fell asleep. Frances was shortly behind him. But I sat awake, my face pressed against his pec, face-to-face with the contently sleeping love of my life. What had I done? His hands had made their way to our asses again. This was so weird, he was acting like he owned us, was this really what Frances was into. I looked down at his cock, it was soft and still appeared huge. I was so nervous that my little thing had retreated inside of me, leaving my panties basically flat. It was like my body knew who was boss. I looked away and made eye contact with a mischievously awake Frances, smiling like she caught me ogling his manhood. She told me it was OK, he loved being woken up for action. So we did almost the exact same thing again.

The next morning the two lovebirds went out for breakfast, I stayed behind to collect my thoughts and because I didn't sleep a wink. But I just ended up being dragged back to Frances's Mom's vanity to get me dolled up and in my elf outfit. I looked downright cute, but the worry began to surface again. She tried to comfort me, pulling me in close. Telling me that this was for the greater good, the parade was meant to raise money for charity. I guess it felt good to be helping people. But then she dropped the bombshell that the fundraising factor was them auctioning off 3 dates, one with Frances, one with Violett, and one with both of us. She teased, "well, I managed to get you another date with Frances!"

Community Outreach

 I think this is my first cap with Emilia, which is crazy because she's a great model.