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Ben 10 Porn Story: Colors of Us Chapter 1

Ben 10 Porn Story: Colors of Us Chapter 1

Green:

The wind blew ruffling raven locks and carrying the clouds across the sky daintily twisting them into billowy shapes. Lying on green grass, cool and soft, against his back tickling in its sensation and blunt nails digging into rain dampen soil. A golden sun hanging mid-drift in the sky was playing peek-a-boo behind white fluffs with dark brown pools staring in awe. To the left a single red oak dug its roots deep into the Earth with its leaves providing shade to the boys below. The scene seemed to surreal to harmonious to be real, but the solidness of the tan body sprawled out parallel, only inches apart from his own muscular build forced his mind to except the realness.

Kevin, barely a whisper, but still there, youve got something on you

Curiously a quick glance was cast over his body, but nothing was there, What?

Smiling faintly the boy rolled atop the eldest giving him an Eskimo kiss, Me, silly.

Perfect, was uttered with finality in his word.

White:

It wasnt a simple first kiss. Thin, chapped and pale, lips forcing and sloppy and demanding yet lovingly connecting onto fuller, smoothed and salmon colored, lips that quivered with the power of the others intimacy. Frissons of pleasure trailing down his virgin body spreading liquid heat into his belly, burning and swelling and needing and not comprehending, but knowing the cure was deeper then the kiss. His brain felt enlightened and heavy without enough air to keep it running efficiently shutting down all logic hed hoped to have now leaving only instincts and all there raw animalistic wants and needs.

More a heavy whisper against panting lips blown away by cool midnight air.

Pale hands, shimmering in the full luminosity of the orb in the sky, trailing down the shallow curve of the boys back steadily reaching for his goal located in unexplored territory. Fingers slipping down the layers that separated them from the release that was so sought after gripping the heated flesh that pulsed with need. It started out slow and containing rhythm with meaning, but quickly became swift and sloppy with lusty words whispered to the younger. Then everlasting whiteness exploding behind closed lids in a moment of blindness as he reached his peak of bliss and then his vision tunneled paving the way to nothingness.

Yellow:

A meadow lined with roses, tiger lilies, lavender, sun flowers, daisies, and pansies coloring the blue cloudless sky with its explosion of pure colors. I watch entranced as you walk among the flowers your tan skin glistening in the burning sun. The beauty in which you present yourself with leaves me staring in awe and jealousy that mixes together in my heart making this unknown emotion akin to lust, but somehow dulled by sweetness.

Which is your favorite flower?

Conversation, its how I know its not lust, I want something deeper and purer something wondrous. Your face wrinkles in thought and your emerald pools dull slightly in disappointment and agony leaving me wondering- why- these flowers are like you: beautiful and pure. Tanned meets pale and our fingers intertwine as you drag me away with the utterance of, Ill show you.

Feet in motion and still connected I relinquish power and let you lead me and my soul feels hot and lost in green orbs. The sun leaves us making way for its pale companion and I cant help but compare him to the sun and I to the moon. Objects coexisting while being so different; one soul and two entities to share it, truly love.

This is it; my favorite flower,

Its just a plain dandelion pushing up through cement slabs to reach its yellow top closer to the sun that it lives off of alone in a dingy city.

Why, bewilderment seeping into my tone.

Its not pretty I know, but its like you, you recoil in shyness embarrassed at your speech, it has to struggle to survive and make itself unappealing so it is not plucked and killed. It is really pretty in a rough sort of way andstuff.

I feel pink dusting my cheeks and I am again jealous of your tanned skin, You are like all those other flowers we just saw. I am jealous of those flowers and their beauty. So in spite of them I pick them.

I am glad you picked me.

Black:

Strands of black silky terse locks woven with nimble tanned fingers dragging out content noises rumbling from the elders chest in coiling purrs of contentment. Deep brown pools blinked heavy with lazy tiredness, but refusing to shut and become numb to the soothing touch of the other. Idle winds floated through the open window refreshing the stale air and ruffling loose hair that was yet to be braided.

The comfortable silence continued until broken by the smaller ones inquisitive tone, Why are you letting me do this?

Its a lazy day and I love spending time with you, was the simple response.

Even girly shit,

A deep chuckle followed by, Only with you, Benjionly you.