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Epilogue 4.0 - Double Entendre

Epilogue 4.0 – Double Entendre (last Epilogue, I swear on Anderson Cooper’s tiny n*****s)

Chapter Song – All I Need - Mat Kearney | this song made me cry buckets of custard (╥﹏╥)

Looking at Harold frolicking in the sun made that three and a half hour drive from Miami to Orlando well worth it. We were at Disneyland and I couldn’t help but celebrate happiness with my younger husband, “Yo Har-har!” I raised his stick of pink, fluffy, smexy cotton candy to get his attention. He responded with a childlike smile that made my heart swell with so much love.

I became emotional just by looking at him walk my way. He was incandescent with so much light and cheerfulness that strong emotions became tears that pricked my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me emotional, so I stifled my tears, “Having fun kiddo?” I gave him his cotton candy.

He bit a fluff of pink cotton, leaving stray filaments on his nose, “I’ve never been to Disneyland. And I’m already eighteen years old. Thank you Matt … for everything,” At that moment I felt a wave of emotions so strong that I couldn’t help but choke on my own sentiments. This boy always got to me every time. The way he smiled. The way he laughed. The way he looked at me. The way he was thankful about every little thing. He was my blessing. He was my Harold, “Hey, baby, you got something … right here,” I leaned over him and licked the candy from the tip of his nose. He was so ticklish when I swept the fluffy strings with my tongue, “You taste sweet.”

His cheeks were as pink as the cotton he was eating. Damn. Harold was so frigging cute that I just wanna eat him all up. Well, I do eat him all the time whenever I got the chance. So yeah, Lol! “Matt, let’s take some pictures in the photo booth,” he pointed to the private cubicles along the strip, “I want to remember our day together every day,” he smiled that everlasting smile.

I slung an arm over his shoulder as we walked towards one of the private booths. Disneyland was packed this season, with all the kids and young adults taking a break from life and actually living for a change. And as I looked at Harold lick and nibble pieces of cotton from his candy, I couldn’t help but be excited for tonight’s stay at the Wilderness Lodge. I couldn’t wait to have hot gorilla s*x with my Har-har. Jackrabbit style, Lol! And I didn’t mind breaking the bank to pay the four hundred dollars either. Anything worth spending on our love was money well spent.

“After you, bubba,” I whispered behind his ear as I cradled his bum with my crotch. Oh f**k, he reciprocated by walking ever so sluggishly as we both entered the private cubicle. Spooning him upright was already making me trumpet my horn, “Be careful Har-har. I might have to get you pregnant inside this booth,” His response was a breathless whisper as he took to sit on my lap.

“You comfy?” I asked while pulling both his legs across my lap. I felt like Santa. Only difference was I didn’t hang my candy cane on Harold’s Christmas tree. Instead I shove it inside of him, “Damn. To see you lick that cotton candy is turning me on,” I combed his hair away from his beautiful dark brown eyes. He didn’t know it but he had this seductive squint in his eyes if you bothered to look at his profile. His look was breathtaking. My Har-har looked like an Asian porn star. My Asian porn star and mine alone, “Push the button. I already put in the tickets.”

We pulled our funny faces as the shutter clicked every two seconds. We choreographed our poses as the camera took pictures. I whispered nasty things into his ear while I poked and tickled him. He became his most playful when I nibbled his ears. The long strip of film came out of the dispenser and we laughed at how comical some of the pictures were. There were those ones where I was licking his ear, a couple shots of him squealing with laughter, and those last few frames where we were making out. And just when Harold was about to vacate the booth, I decided to pull his arm, “Where do you think you’re going?” I was so horny that we just had to do it here.

“Matt! No. No! Not here. Can’t you wait till we get to—” He didn’t finish those words because my tongue was already inside his mouth. I pulled his legs across my lap as I cradled him. His left hand holding the cotton candy flailed in the air, while his right was in dire protest as it tried pushing me away. But he knew he’d lost the fight when he started to meet my kisses with hungered aggression. He gently pulled away from my lips, breathing hard, “Matt. Are you sure?”

“You already f****d me in the car. I made love to you at a dressing room. Having you here at the public square is just child’s play, baby. Come on. Give your daddy some much needed lovin’,” And that was exactly what he did as he bent down to plant a kiss on my lips. I parted my mouth to allow him better access while my hands roved his body. I vined my left arm around his waist for security while my right hand went up his shirt to trace naughty circles around each n****e. In no time they were hard beneath my touch as I rolled and flicked them between my fingers, “You’re getting hard,” I murmured in a hoarse whisper against the crook of his nose as my hands went from north to south, palming and kneading the growing erection inside his stretchy pants.

“Matt. Oh God. The walls on this place might tumble down. I don’t want us to get caught,” I examined the four walls that hid us from view, and surely they weren’t built on the strongest foundation.

“Don’t worry. I got you, baby. Relax. Let me do all the work,” I spoke in a low voice, wanting him to absorb my message through a warm whisper, “All I want is to make you come. Hard.”

His body tensed in reaction to those words, and I couldn’t help but get harder in my pants as I slipped a hand into his waistband, squeezing his taut flesh against my palm. I brushed the tip of his sensitive erection, going down the sides of the head, and along the lines of his shaft. Up and down my right hand went as Harold convulsed on my lap. His face was flushed pink as his mouth released low and shallow breaths that fanned against my face. I pressed the pad of my thumb on the head of his member and started rubbing it with sensuous circles. His breathing spiked as a response as I m*********d him in his shorts, “Matt. I’m coming. Oh God. Please.”

His hug tightened around me as my hand solicited moan after moan from his aching body. He started leaking into the web of my hand so I lessened the pressure and made the strokes more leisurely and deliberate. I didn’t want him to come. No. Not yet. He would have to come later.

I took the stick of cotton candy in his hand and commanded him to get naked. He managed to pull his shirt over his head and drop his pants to the floor without so much as breaking a sweat. His petite frame sure came in handy in tight spaces, particularly inside the small booth we were in. I bit a chunk of cotton candy and mashed my mouth against the swelling n*****s on his chest. I bit down on his right n****e then swept my tongue to connect to his left. His body arched against my face as I tortured him with the deliberate stroking of my tongue.

Harold started breathing heavily the more I tortured his engorged n*****s. They were so taut and firm on his chest that it drove me insane with a kind of lust that wanted to f**k him over and over. I ate what was left of the cotton candy and threw away the stick. Very gently, I lifted his arms so he could position himself to sit squarely on my lap. He planted his feet on either side of my hips as I fumbled with the zipper of my pants. He squatted over my thighs, waiting for me to pull my wiener out. I unleashed my 12-inch red-headed monster, and before he could sit down to gobble my erection, I made to lift a tongue into the slick warmth of his tight heat. I swirled my adroit tongue over and under until I felt that he was well-lubricated, “Sit.”

He sat his butt cheeks dead center. I felt his muscles part and sag as it adjusted to my size an inch at a time. Harold was gasping for air as he allowed my tip to go past till it ended hitting that wall of skin inside of him that I loved so much. I could hear shallow spurts of air escape from the seams of his lips as he placed both hands on my knees, “You ready baby?”

His response was a nod. My fists were on either side of my hips as I began lifting my pelvis up to jumpstart my movement. I plopped down on my seat, causing him to bounce back down. And as he did this, I felt his anal muscles contract and clamp greedily against every inch of skin along my overheated shaft. I lifted again and crashed harder this time, causing him to yelp with the kind of echo that was music to my ears. We found a steady rhythm shortly after a few failed attempts.

I glanced to see my knuckles turning white as they pressed against the red leather cushion of the settee. Harold didn’t realize it but I wasn’t moving anymore. It was all him now as he gyrated and bounced atop my hard-on in perpetual motion. I freed my hands to do their job. I balled my left hand and grazed my knuckles against his left n****e, while my right became a vice-grip around his aching member. His body moved as my hands moved. We were like a s*x machine as every limb did its job. My name was a throaty whisper from Harold as I f****d him with all the love in my heart, “Har-har, let’s come … together,” I murmured as I mopped my lips over his sweaty back.

“MmmMatt.”

I groaned loudly as I absorbed the pleasure of being inside my boyfriend. My body arched and stiffened as I exploded into an orgasm that desperately drained my balls. Tears sprang from my eyes as I unloaded inside my lover. I pressed my face sideways on his back as I detonated again and again, over and over as I milked everything I could into that one violent explosion. I enclosed my mouth into a bite over the line on his back, wheezing his beautiful name. Harold wasn’t far behind as he surrendered himself to an all-consuming orgasm that made him scream. I tightened my hold around the apex of his thighs as he lifted and detonated all over the matted flooring. I kept pumping against his ring to hit that sweet spot of his, to pleasure him more as he convulsed against my body. We gasped each other’s names as we relished the titillating aftershocks of a blinding s****l release that had lifted both our bodies to heaven and back, “f**k … Harold.”

I turned him very gently, lifting one leg at a time across my lap without breaking our precious contact. The length of my hard shaft was still inside of him as we shared a passionate kiss. I poured everything into my kiss. He did the same as he mewled into my mouth, forcing his tongue inside. And at that moment where everything looked crystal-clear, I felt my love for my Har-har grow in my chest with stunning depth and immensity, “I will never tire of your body, Harold.”

He bit his lower lip as if to stifle an emotion that I knew was brimming in his eyes. We lingered inside the photo booth, giving ourselves time to be in each other’s arms. I cradled my Har-har against my chest, feeling my erection go languid inside of him. I kissed his temples and swept them with my lips. God I loved him. I loved Harold so much that I wanted to have him any way I can.

Having mind-blowing s*x with Harold inside the photo booth made me realize how adventurous my boy had become. I didn’t expect him to be as brazen, nodding his approval to wherever it was that I wanted to have s*x at. 9PM. And it was now well into the night. I left Harold inside our deluxe room at the Villas so I could fetch some food from the buffet. There were many couples renting suites tonight. I was just glad that I was able to make our reservations a month in advance. Today was our sixth month of being together, and I couldn’t be any happier.

I took a large plate and started picking on the spreads with whatever I could get my hands on. There was so much food Harold would like. There were oysters cooked to perfection with melted cheese on top. Scrumptious. Yummers. Yum. I forked some pasta on a wide bowl and wedged in some buttered garlic bread on the side. And just when I was about to swipe some of the strawberries beside the chocolate fountain, I saw Harold about to get the same, “Hey. Why you here? I got this. Go back to our room,” There goes my surprise with the chocolate-dipped strawberries.

He looked at me like he didn’t know who I was, “I’m sorry. But is it me you’re talking to?”

Is he toying with me?? “Are you okay, Harold?”

“Apologies, sir, but my name isn’t Harold.”

“Aw, Harold, don’t you play with me,” I lowered the plates onto the table to walk closer to him.

I put a hand on his shoulder, only to get swatted away, “I don’t know you Mister. Back off.”

What the hell? “Har-har … Are you ill? Let’s just go back to our room. Come on, baby.”

A stern voice came up from behind me, “Hey pal, not so fast,” I turned to see a man who was brusque but adorkable, “You let go of my boyfriend or I’ll punch a hole in your face. You okay there Vander? Did this man hurt you?” he pointed at me like I was some sort of criminal.

“I’m fine, Sean. He didn’t hurt me,” Why the hell would he call himself Vander? And who was this douche named Sean? f**k. What the f**k!?

This was just bizarre. I needed to know what was going on, “Um, I’m sorry. You see. My boyfriend looks exactly the same as yours. And his name is Harold. If you can give me just a few seconds of your time I’ll show him to you. I left him in our room,” I tried to reason because this was beyond reasonable. Was I dreaming this s**t?

The guy named Sean swung a protective arm over Harold’s shoulder, “We’re not interested, pal. Do this again and I’ll have your ass incarcerated.”

They walked hand in hand down the hallway then made a turn to where the couples’ suites were located. My heart broke to a million tiny pieces upon seeing my Harold walk away with another man. Was that really him? I decided to investigate.

I went to reception and identified myself as Sean. I didn’t know his last name so I just charmed the lady behind the desk into disclosing where their room was. She pulled up information and made mention of Sean Hunter checking in with a Vander Lee. I committed their names to memory then made my way back to our own suite.

My scalp bristled with confusion upon seeing Harold sprawled on the bed, watching television, “Har-har, did you leave this room?” What the hell?

“What do you mean?” He inclined his head to one side, looking just as confused as I was, “I thought you were bringing food with you? You need my help?”

I walked the carpet and sat at the foot of the bed. Harold scampered from where he was lying and embraced me like I was some lost child who came looking for his mother, “Matt. Are you okay? You don’t look so good. It’s like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” Did I? Was that a ghost?

“Harold. I keep forgetting your last name. What was it again?”

“Aw, you silly you, it’s Lee. Harold Lee,” The same last name.

“Harold, we never talked about your family. Are you Korean?”

“No. I am Chinese. I was adopted. I never knew my parents.”

My heart was skipping inside my chest, “You have siblings?”

“Yes. We were a big family. But they all died in the big fire.”

“Do you have a brother named Vander?”

“Yes. But he died in the fire back then.”

“Oh God, Harold … I think I know where your brother is.”

END?

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