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  • 4.34 SEC
    Top Performer
  • 14 REPS
    Top Performer
  • 32.0 INCH
    Top Performer
  • 120.0 INCH
    Top Performer
  • 4.01 SEC
    Top Performer
Blue Star  =  Top Performer
  • 5'8" Height
  • 30" Arm Length
  • 174LBS. Weight
  • 9 1/8" Hands

The Mountaineers have had a dangerous spread offense since Rich Rodriguez led the team, but have moved from a run-based system (ranked third in the FBS in rushing in 2007) to a pass-based spread (ranked sixth nationally in passing in 2011, 10th in 2012). A huge part of the offensive success the Mountaineers have enjoyed over the last two seasons is due to the talent of Austin. A small but quick and elusive playmaker, Austin?s role and impact grew seemingly by the week during his senior season, as he went from a slot returner and returner to a fully fledged Swiss-Army knife, including lining up in the backfield and taking handoffs,

The two-time Maryland high school player of the year set all kinds of state career and single-season records, a large share of which (34 touchdowns, 2,660 rushing yards -- that?s 12.2 yards a carry) as a senior. WVU coaches couldn?t wait to get him on the field, playing him in all 13 games and starting him in four. He caught 15 passes for 151 yards and a touchdown while racking up 476 kick return yards (including taking the opening kickoff against Connecticut 98 yards for a score). Big East coaches named him second-team all-conference in 2010 as he became a larger part of the passing game (58-787, 8 TD) and rushing attack (15-159, TD), but kicked him up to first team as a receiver (101-1,186, 8 TD) and returner (36 attempts for 938 yards, two TD on kickoffs; 19-268 on punts, ranked sixth in the FBS with a 14.1 yard average) after an excellent junior season. He led the FBS in all-purpose yards once his 182 rushing yards (one TD) were added in, and finished 2011 with 390 all-purpose yards and four touchdowns in the team?s 70-33 blowout win over Clemson in the Orange Bowl.

Austin burst into Heisman contention during his senior season with a 572 all-purpose yard (second most in FBS history) performance against Oklahoma on national television. Austin?s full repertoire was on display, as he caught 4 passes for 82 yards, rushed 21 times for 344 yards and two touchdowns, and 146 kick return yards. His senior season saw him total career highs in y.f.s. (1932), all receiving categories (112-1289-12 TDs), and rushing (72-643-3 TDs), as well as 978 return yards and two touchdowns. His dominating play saw him finish eighth in Heisman voting, win the Paul Hornung Award (most versatile player), and garner a first-team All-America as an All-Purpose player.

Slot receiver possessing elite acceleration with the ball in his hands, takes advantage of available lanes to explode for big gains. Shows excellent vision both as a runner out of the backfield, as a returner, and as a receiver with the ball in his hands. Almost unstoppable at continue on for additional yardage. Not a frail receiver; plays tough, has some upper-body thickness, and bounces up quickly from hits. Varies the speed of his route, lulls defenders to sleep and takes off to create space on out routes or over the middle. Tough to grab after the catch in zone coverage. Flashes the hands to adjust to wide or high passes, as well as tracking balls over his shoulder. Also goes down to grab low throws. Displays excellent balance to tightrope the sideline. Often used on fly sweeps, using his elite quickness and acceleration to cut inside or get the corner for big plays. Finds space as a kickoff returner to use his speed, will head straight upfield and can spin off tackles in the open field to maximize the return. Can make the first man miss on punt returns and has the vision to slalom between players to the sideline or up the middle. Very difficult to track down from behind. Wins at every level of the field despite his size, and has been somewhat underutilized deep. Improved as a blocker, and will body up on bigger players.

Limited to the slot on most plays; lacks the size and strength most scouts prefer outside, or even as a kick returner. Hands are good, but not exceptional; will let some hot passes through his small hands and into his chest. Gets a lot of his yardage on shallow crosses, quick throws outside, and the fly sweep/"touch pass." Might not have the chance to get the sideline as often at the next level, forcing him to lower the shoulder and get what?s available to him inside. Must prove he can hang onto the ball after taking big hits from NFL defenders. Will hesitate on punt and kick returns at times instead of immediately accelerating or trusting his blocking, and can get tripped up easily on contact. Incredible balance and stop/start ability, but he might not have elite straight line speed.

NFL Comparison

Randall Cobb

Bottom Line

Don?t blink when Austin has the ball in his hands, as his elite acceleration helped him finish second in the country in all-purpose yards as a senior and lead the FBS as a junior. Don?t be surprised if he turns out to be a first round pick or the first wide receiver off the board, as he is a huge playmaker on offense and special teams in the NFL despite the slight build that scared scouts away from other WVU offensive stars in the past.
Grade Title
9.00-10 Once-in-lifetime player
8.00-8.99 Perennial All-Pro
7.50-7.99 Future All-Pro
7.00-7.49 Pro Bowl-caliber player
6.50-6.99 Chance to become Pro Bowl-caliber player
6.00-6.49 Should become instant starter
5.50-5.99 Chance to become NFL starter
5.20-5.49 NFL backup or special teams potential
5.01-5.19 Better-than-average chance to make NFL roster
5.00 50-50 Chance to make NFL roster
4.75-4.99 Should be in an NFL training camp
4.50-4.74 Chance to be in an NFL training camp
No Grade Likely needs time in developmental league.


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No players selected in 2014 NFL Supplemental Draft

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Former UNC LB Darius Lipford was one of four players eligible for the 2014 NFL Supplemental Draft.

To no one's real surprise, none of the four players available in Thursday's NFL Supplemental Draft were selected.

NFL Media analyst Bucky Brooks digs deep into the game tape to evaluate college football's most talented players.

» Vic Beasley, DE, Clemson
» Bryce Petty, QB, Baylor
» Ifo Ekpre-Olomu, CB, Oregon
» Leonard Williams, DL, USC
» Jameis Winston, QB, Florida State
» Wisconsin's Gordon vs. Georgia's Gurley

It's the second year in a row that there were no supplemental picks, and each of the four players available this year -- New Mexico wide receiver Chase Clayton (6-foot-3, 202 pounds), North Carolina linebacker Darius Lipford (6-3, 255), Virginia-Lynchburg defensive tackle LaKendrick Ross (6-5, 360) and SMU running back Traylon Shead (6-2, 230) -- now becomes a free agent eligible to sign with any team.

Lipford -- who was projected to start at one outside linebacker spot for UNC this fall -- and Ross seem likely to be the most sought-after of the quartet as free agents.

There have been some star players selected in previous supplemental drafts, but there was nothing close to a sure thing in this year's event.

The supplemental draft began in 1977, and 42 players have been selected over the years.

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US 12 Model Yacht Building Workshop

The Back Bay Skippers were established in 2008, with the assistance of the New Hampshire Boat Museum (NHBM) and the Laconia Model Yacht Club, to promote radio controlled sailing in the Wolfeboro area. Their mission was to build and sail a fleet of sailboats, while providing participants and spectators an avenue to enjoy this hobby. In order to continue their mission, the Back Bay Skippers is offering a new boat building workshop for the US 12 Class Yacht.  If you would like more information, please contact Commodore Mark Whitehead at If you would like to take this course, please fill out the application and mail it with payment to the New Hampshire Boat Museum at PO Box 1195 Wolfeboro Falls, NH 03896.  Checks can be made out to the New Hampshire Boat Museum or NHBM.  You can also pay with credit card below with our secure website.

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Cost: $330 Includes everything you need except paint and the radio equipment. We purchase the hull and build all the parts for you including the sails.

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87% Manchester air traffic increase seen by 2020

A federal study released earlier this month projects that New Hampshire’s largest airport could see passenger traffic increase by 87 percent, and perhaps even 143 percent, in the next decade. The New England Regional Airport System Plan, a mammoth 12-year study conducted by the New England Airport Coalition, forecasts that the number of travelers flying out of Manchester-Boston Regional Airport could rise from 3.78 million in 2004 to 7.1 million by 2020 — an 87 percent increase. The coalition members — representatives from nine New England airports, state transportation officials and the Federal Aviation Administration — developed three models to project growth in the region and at individual airports. The most conservative scenario would peg Manchester-Boston’s growth at about 6.3 million, a 67 percent increase by 2020, based on the area’s personal incomes growing by 1.2 percent annually. Growth could explode to 9.2 million passengers, or a whopping 143 percent, by 2020 if the income growth rate were to increase from an average 2.4 percent to 3.6 percent and airfares continued to decline by 1.2 percent. The 87 percent growth rate was based on the assumption that New Hampshire’s population would grow at an annual 0.8 percent rate, personal income would rise by 2.4 each year, and airfares would fall by 1.2 percent annually. The report predicts that Manchester-Boston Regional Airport will continue to serve as the primary airport for many in New Hampshire and the border regions as well as to “relieve passenger demand pressure on Logan [Airport] from areas to the north and west of Boston.” Manchester-Boston also may attract more flights, and hence passengers, with the completion of its longer runway, which is now able to handle transcontinental jets. Issues that could impede growth, as already evidenced by declining passenger traffic in recent months, are low-cost carriers making fewer flights out of the airport and cheaper flights out of Logan as other carriers compete and enter into the market with the low-cost model, according to the study. The writers of the study do make a point that such predictions are a bit like “driving down the highway looking in the rearview mirror.” They say that changes in the key metrics could change the results, and the study “should not be considered to be a sharply focused photograph with accurate depiction of small details, but a well-studied sketch of the character of the future, best viewed at a little distance to properly perceive the impression it creates.” “I think the study’s forecast closely matches the forecast we’ve made,” said Kevin Dillon, director of Manchester Boston. “It bears out the story we’ve been telling in that we will continue to serve in relieving the congestion at Logan.” Dillon said the infrastructure at the airport could accommodate 9 million travelers, but he said he believes the report’s base case of 7 million to be more realistic. Dillon also praised the FAA for leading such a regional approach to air traffic planning. “We are one of the only regions in the country that have taken this cooperative approach. The FAA is considering using the coalition as a model for other regions like Los Angeles that have a congested central airport and other supporting facilities in nearby cities,” he said. Overall, the study contends that travel activity for the New England region as a whole could expand from 42.9 million passengers in 2004 to 75 million in 2020, with a regional population growth of 0.3 percent, personal income growth of 1.6 percent, and average air fares falling 1.2 percent per year. A copy of the report can be found at www.nerasp.com.
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1 John 4:1-21

Love one another - because God loved us first

“Lord, Heavenly Father, we are here gathered in Thy name. May then the thoughts of our minds and the words from mouths be well accepted to Thee.
Beloved, Grace to you from God, our Father
And from the Son
And from the Holy Spirit,
Both now and forever more. Amen

Our Hymn of Praise is...

Our Scripture reading is from 1 John chapter 4:

  1. Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.
  2. This is how you can recognize the Spirit of God: Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God,
  3. but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world.
  4. You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.
  5. They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them.
  6. We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood.
  7. Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.
  8. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.
  9. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.
  10. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
  11. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
  12. No-one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
  13. We know that we live in him and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit.
  14. And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Saviour of the world.
  15. If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God.
  16. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.
  17. In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him.
  18. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
  19. We love because he first loved us.
  20. If anyone says, ''I love God,'' yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen.
  21. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.

Here ends our Scripture reading. Blessed are those that hear the Word of God and believe in it, for everyone that hears the word of God and believe in it, will inherit the everlasting life. Amen

Beloved in our Lord Jesus Christ,
1 John chapter 4 verse 9 we read: “We love because he first loved us.”

Marriage is most certainly the greatest event in the life of any two people. It is wonderful to see and hear how two people, filled with love for one another, vow to God that they will love one another for ever and ever.

It is here that their love is solemnized. It is here that they also vow to stay together – till only death will separate them. It is here that couples decide that their marriage will be different.

It is such a pity though, that all these beautiful dreams are shattered, so often and o so quickly. The worst part of this is when these dreams end up in divorce courts.

Perhaps the most basic reason for this tendency is to be found in the different understanding of the word “love”.

Too many people think “love” is to live in a “fairyland”, filled with love and peace and joy.

Love is not this glorious feeling that you feel for one another today.

Love, is a duty that you take upon yourself;
Love is a command to be adhered to;
Love asks for your whole life to be laid on the altar.

This, we learn from the Bible.

In this passage that we read, we find something very interesting. Paul says that we cannot love, was it not for the love of God. Our love for one another is and will and must be a reflection of the pure love that we see in Jesus Christ. Any other feeling that we may have, any other thought that we may have about love, is not love and is not true. We can only love, because God loved us first.

And how does this love look like?
A Synonym (in other words another word with the same meaning) for the word “love” is the word “self-sacrifice”. That is what Jesus came to do. That is how we know what love is and how much God love us.
Jesus Christ came to sacrifice himself, totally and in full. Let us think back of the life of Jesus.

Jesus was with God and he was God (we read this in John 1: 1). He was Almighty and powerful. He was filled with glory and lived in the heavenly realms. He sacrificed everything that He was and had when He became man. He was prepared to be humiliated, to take the form of a man.

In His birth he had to be humiliated, to become weak and helpless and without glory – like an infant.
This humiliation would not end here. He kept on giving Himself time and time again throughout His whole life – and that for the life of wretched sinners like you and me.

When the Pharisees and the crowd tried to mock Him, He taught them to love. He was the one who taught His disciples to love your enemy.
He was the one who taught the world to turn the other cheek.
He was the one who taught us to walk the extra mile.
He taught us to take the burden of the shoulders of those who suffer and carry it for them.

When the crowds hit Him, He did not take revenge.
They spat Him in the face and He didn’t rebuke them.
They were prepared to crucify Him and He was prepared to die for their sins and give them the everlasting life.

The ultimate of this special love is to be found on the Cross of Calvary, where He cried out: “Lord forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing”. How different is this from what we would have done!

The wonderful thing is that by this love, there is now new life for all.

This is also possible in every marriage.
If we now start to love one another, in the same way as Jesus loves us, there can only be true peace and love and happiness. But then we will have to start realizing that love is not something to receive while we are relaxing and doing nothing. Love must be practiced. It is a happy obligation that we must fulfill.

We can put it even sharper: Love is never ever something to be received; it is something that we must do. To wait for love to come our way, is a sinful thought. Love is only given. This love is given in obedience to God.

This means that we must be prepared to sacrifice ourselves to the other, regardless and without any reward being expected. Love means to keep on giving yourself despite any action – how pleasant or unpleasant it might be – that comes your way.
Love cannot wait for a proper response from the other, but is so anxious to give that it flows from the giver as a stream of quenching water.

The problem in life today is that our love has become focused upon ourselves and what is good and right for me. The life and the needs of the other around me have been diminished. That may be seen as one of the most basic reasons for all unhappy marriage.

Some other marriages are a 50% marriage. This is where a couple become like business partners. It becomes a business transaction. “If you do this, then I want to do the other … “ Such a marriage won’t last.

There is only one way, and that is the way of Jesus Christ. Let us say time and time again: “We love ‘cause God loved us first”

May God bless you and your marriage. May He keep you in his hands and protect you from all evil.

Form for the solemnization of marriage

Closing Hymn

The grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ
The love of God
And the abidance of the Holy Spirit
Be with you both now and for ever more


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Josh Brolin Makes The MIB3 Trailer Look Good

I've never been a Men In Black fan.  The first film wasn't terrible, but it wasn't anything special either.  The second film wasn't even as mediocre as the original and I figured at that point the franchise was totally dead and even if it continued I wouldn't be interested in any subsequent films.  Now comes along MIB3 and despite my better judgment my interest is piqued.

This isn't to say that the newest trailer shows any type of new direction to earn my intrigue.  Nope, it looks like the same old goofy CGI, digs at odd celebrities and obvious one-liners that felt tired when this franchise launched back in the 90's.  The tone is certainly consistent with the previous movies, because most of this footage looks like it could be deleted scenes from the earlier movies.  What has me developing a desire to see this movie is Josh Brolin's seemingly note-perfect performance as a younger Tommy Lee Jones.  I know that I shouldn't allow myself to be drawn into the obvious hype that the studio is trying to use as a hook, but I just can't help it. I'm sure I'm going to regret it, but Josh Brolin may just get me into the theater for a third MIB.

You can't judge me though. Take a look at the newly released trailer below and tell me Brolin doesn't make you smile.  If you can watch this trailer and not be a little interested in checking out his performance you are a better man than I.  So watch and leave a comment below to let me know what you think.

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I trembled at the very thought of it. A hand stroked my cheek as though cooling me. Then I became conscious of a heavy weight on my stomach. I needed to see what it was, so I opened my eyes. I shivered with fear by what I saw. Josh was sitting on my stomach, his face calm and unmoving, while his eyes stared down at me. Then I recollected it was he who had punched my head so hard as to put my lights out. His eyes still spoke aggression. I sighed heavily and shut my eyes again. It must have been six times, that I opened my eyes, met his, shuddered, closed my eyes again, while I battled for consciousness. Somebody came, his servant, and put a cold damp cloth on my forehead. It felt so good. Seeing a servant I recalled that I was visiting Josh in his wealthy father's downtown penthouse Then Josh's voice. "You o.k.?" he asked. "Of course I'm not o.k.," I growled. Now my eyes were fully open, though my breathing was fitful. "Just lay quiet," he said, "you'll soon recover. Either shut your eyes, or look at me." There was little else I could do, since he had planted himself in such a way that he dominated my view if I opened my eyes. I closed them for a while longer. After a while I opened them permanently. Josh had a very attractive face. Clear-cut lines, dark blue eyes, gracious plentiful lips, a perfect proportion of all the facial parts, a neck which was slightly more prominent than most but only enhanced his naturally attractive looks, a chin which jutted out menacingly. Above all his face bore the look of an authoritative, demanding man. A man of strong self-will, who was accustomed to getting what he wanted. In fact, though we had gone through school and college together, so that I knew him closely for several years, I had never known him to give up on a single thing he wanted, even though it might not be available to him by normal means. That thought made me wince, when I remembered that what he wanted was me. We had been close friends through our school years, but latterly he had become a homosexual, which turned me off. Our friendship waned. Josh, however, was the sole heir of a very rich family. His father had always pampered him, gave him everything he wanted, and turned a blind eye to his defects. Now here he was sitting on top of me, in effect physically dominant, expressing his desires. I had refused his advances, and got into a violent argument with him. At the crunch of that I made a small fast movement which might have been interpreted as a threatening move, and Josh reacted by swinging his fist into my temple. He was a champion boxer and knew exactly where to hit me. Now I stared up into that motionless face, and knew him my superior. I gazed at his lips, with their perfect proportions. They dipped at both ends, seeming to invite contact. The centre of the lips were perfectly harmonised, and somehow, uncannily, seemed to invite me to kiss. Did I say `me'? I meant `one' of course, since I'm not into such things with guys. Yet... "How're you feeling?" he asked. "I desperately need something to drink," I replied. "Soft or alcoholic?" he asked. "Both", I replied, and he signalled to his butler to run for something. First water, which, with my head raised with a pillow I drank down feverishly at one long draught. He then handed me a small glass. "This is strong," he said, "take it very slowly. It will bring you to your normal self." I drank it slowly, looking up into his eyes as I did so. A gentle smile played round his lips and eyes. Was he taunting me? After a few minutes, I murmured, "I feel good." Josh bent down and pressed his lips on mine, without so much as a "May I". My mind stubbornly refused to respond, but my lips wanted to respond to his gentle warmth. My mind rebuked my lips, which I then tightly sealed. He felt the sealing and the smile slowly departed. Then he tried a different strategy. His hand went behind his back and fondled my scrotum. I gasped, and he grinned. His other hand also disappeared behind his back, and soon my cock was engulfed in it. Cock and balls in Josh's hands! Quickly, unwittingly, my cock responded, rebelling against my defiant mind. I lay back breathing heavily, while Josh grinned all over his silly face. This was a lascivious tactic since he knew me incapable of moving or resisting. "Little Johnny doesn't want sex with his bosom friend Josh, eh?" He laughed. Of course this was grossly unfair since my drink had been laced and I was out of my mind. It seemed that even my present disposition was in total rebellion with every other element of my background and nature - my childhood, my religious inclinations to purity, my inner fight against sexual temptation, my traditions. Everything demanded surrender. And then it happened. Josh leaned over and locked my lips in a strong, sweet kiss. My hands went up instinctively onto the top of his head and I pressed him down, his lips locked into mine. For the longest minutes our lips moved in tango with each other and every element in me surrendered to his superb body, which now moved to encase me totally whithin its sovereign will. "Do you surrender," he whispered. "Yes, sir, I surrender, totally and unconditionally," I heard myself reply. There was still a very slight hesitation in the back of my mine, but my reply was the response of my whole physical being, which thrilled at every nerve which touched his superb body. He reached down and fondled my cock and balls again, gently, playfully, grinning into my face as he did so. In response my fingers explored his face, his soft cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and above all those pure rose-bud lips. I pushed my fingers into his mouth, but he wasn't for that. "Fondle my cock," he ordered, and my hands slid down between our bellies to take that mighty 9-inch rod between my hands, stroking it as though it had always been mine, and as if I had no other concern in the world. He breathed heavily. "Little Johnny," he said, "I'm, gonna move up your body and plant my cock in your mouth, lick it like a lollipop, then swallow it into your mouth and suck it like an over-ripe banana." I nodded positively, though something deep down inside me told me it was wrong to do such things. I silenced that inner voice and accepted that noble rod of my lord prince Joshua. I licked it feverishly,as though I was afraid he might withdraw it. Then I slid my mouth over it, like my mouth was a glove designed to fit a penis. He gurgled with enjoyment, egging me on to move my tongue and mouth around his cock, which by now I was doing willingly. Then he began thrusts of his own, driving his cock deeper than I had dared permit. But by now there was no `permitting'. His lordship had taken command, his lusts lost in a fever of excitement, his body heaving up and plunging down, crashing into my throat. At this I began to get frightened that he would do real damage to my mouth. So I pushed my elbows against the floor and forced his crotch away from me. "No,' Josh," I said. "You'll do me damage if you continue that way. Remember I'm new to this thing." He withdrew, sat on my stomach once again, smiled down and said, "O.k. pussyboy, if I can't do it there, I claim the rights to your other hole." I looked at him puzzled. "Your arse hole, dim-wit." he said, "Your little pink cherry located in the very centre of your bum. It's mine by right as the first one to steal your virginity. Am I right?" "Yes, Lord Joshua," I replied, "but I beg you, implore you, to go easy on it, since it is virgin, and none other cock, or even finger, has ever penetrated it. What's more, I'm dead scared of that monster weapon you hold between your legs. Promise me tenderness in the exercise of your claim." "I will, pussyboy," he said, "Just yield yourself and follow my instructions, and you'll find it less painful than you might imagine. What is more I assure you you'll like it so much you'll come back for more, very often." I looked deeply into his eyes and said, "I hope so. You know I'm giving up so much for you." "Oh, don't be so pathetic," he barked, "You're gaining so much more than you can imagine. One day you'll thank me profusely for the freedom I've introduced you to, not to say the excruciatingly beautiful lust which I've already released you into." With that he gave my cock a hefty twist, as also to my testicles, which made me howl with pain. "Now, open your legs," he commanded. He knelt between them, took some KY gel and applied it on my crack and into my anus. It was a most delightful feeling. His middle finger penetrating as deeply as he could, and spreading the gel inside. I squealed with delight. He then inserted his forefinger, and it didn't hurt. "That's about as much hurt as you'll feel when I penetrate you, pussyboy. Well, perhaps you'll feel a little more, but it's only the initial thrust as the big mushroom head penetrates. Once inside it's like a haven of rest!" "I hope so," I said nervously. He rubbed the gel over his own cock, then ordered me to lift my legs and take them back over my shoulders. I realised instantly that he was opening up my crack, and his renewal of two fingers inside me confirmed it. Now he bent over me, till his nose touched mine. "Ready, pussyboy?" he asked. "Yes, master," I said, "Give it me with all you've got. I'm longing for it." With such an unwise brash invitation, he lost no time. But first he bent over me and kissed my lips tenderly. "Thank you, Johnny, I love you very much. I've always loved you, though for many years I was afraid and ashamed to tell you. Not now though. This action is the token of my love." With that he gave one quick, hard, violent thrust of his cock into my anus. I screamed with pain, which took him by surprise. But there was no remedy now, for fortunately he was into my anus, only pausing for me to relax. He gazed at my face, smiling at me, "You o.k. sweetheart?" he asked. "Yes, loverboy," I replied and he grinned. And without more invitation, he plunged his cock deeper into my anus. Being the first time it was a most strange experience. One is used to big things coming out, but not to big things going in! "Your arse hole has now become the Home of the Whopper," he whispered, "my Whopper. It's yours whenever you want it, or perhaps whenever I want it. I've now established my rights on your hole, in compensation I give you rights over my cock to have and to hold, to kiss, to lick, and to suck, and above all to invite it wholeheartedly into your inner man. Agreed?" As if I had any choice! "Yes, bossman," I whispered, "Yours till hell freezes!" He grinned and tweaked my tits. Then began that merry dance of the jumbo cock, as he plunged it deep down into me, drew it back slowly, and thrust it again, hard and fast, into my anus until his cock met with resistance as it crashed against my inner wall. That bit hurt, and I begged him to ease up on crashing to the end, which he did, carefully measuring the distance he could hope to travel before having to end his mad caper down my shoot. With that calculated he began his strong thrusts into me. I felt that I was no longer my own man. This perfect figure of manhood had established his rights over me, and there was nothing I could do but submit to his every whim. For the next ten minutes he pounded my shoot, withdrawing methodically, carefully, then plunging down fast, with gay abandon. He got into a rhythm and now he was moving like a piston rod, in and out, in and out. I absolutely loved it. I began to shout, "give it me, Josh, give it to me." If he hesitated for more than two seconds I would scream at him to continue, to fill my arse with his spunk, to knock all normal `common-sense' out of me. And he did. The emotion, mixed with the alcohol and lacing he had given to it, raised my sensual sensations to fever pitch. He ploughed his furrow, deeply and successfully. I had known no comparable experience, and began now to masturbate myself in rhythm to his thrusts. Soon he was screaming: "I'm coming, Johnny, cuuuuummmmming" And he came, and within three seconds I shot my load all over his tummy. Personally, I think this a lovely story. Let me have your reactions. It is of course entirely fictional. I have a number of other stories in the pipeline. I might like to try them out privately before going public. Would you be willing to read one for me? Will send it straight to your email.


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This is the 3rd story of my "X Universe" series. Dan's story began in "Resolutions" and this part is running parallel with book 2, "Ties That Bind." Please read the first book, and through chapter 5 of "Ties That Bind" before starting this one; things will make more sense that way.

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X Universe - Book 3

I Promise Forever - Chapter 1

I sighed as I felt Jeff's body moving against mine. I don't know why I was ever scared about being hurt; Jeff would never hurt me. He'd proven his love so many times, even when we'd just been friends. If I ever needed to feel safe, being in his arms was enough. My love for Jeff had so little to do with his good looks and gym honed body. Of course, the fact that I was married to any gay-boy's fantasy was just icing on the cake. Oh god, those muscles moving against my back were almost as incredible as that non-gym muscle that was filling me in ways I'd only dreamed of. He was so strong, possibly too strong for safe play with a normal guy. When your man can bench press over a ton, the dynamics and safety of being intimate changes dramatically. Fortunately, I wasn't as frail as I looked; even if my leg braces argued against that truth. Of course, I didn't have them on and they were the furthest thought from my mind. The only thoughts I was having involved the incredibly erotic sensations my lover was bringing to life in me and that this was going to be my second, no third, release of the evening.

Lips were caressing my ear as the pressure climbed. "Almost there," he whispered, and I was squirming.

"I know," I gasped between thrusts, I was so close, "me too."

Jeff chucked and whispered to me. "That'd be difficult to explain at customs."

My eyes flew open. I was trembling and a little disoriented; my pants were straining and I could feel my underwear was really damp. We were on the plane to Greece, about fifteen minutes from landing. I moaned under my breath. "Damn..."

I felt his hand slide down and softly rub against my aching shaft through my pants as he whispered into my ear, "I'll fulfill your dreams after we're on the ground, Mr. Watkins."

Trembling, I turned into his lips and melted. Mr. Watkins, Mr. Daniel Patrick Watkins; that was my name. Not only had I married the love of my life, but his parents had officially adopted me. With all the horrors we'd been through to get to where we were, life felt so much like a dream. Sometimes I wondered if I really had died and gone to heaven; or maybe I was still stuck in the coma, and this was my internal reality. What ever it was, reality or fantasy, I'd never been so happy.

Jeff's eyes burned with a dark, warm desire. Oh yeah, I should mention, he loved me as desperately as I loved him. That made all the pain and struggle of recovery bearable. The nightmares weren't too bad any longer. We'd survived enough of those; I had no desire to keep reliving them in my mind. If I'd been a little less prideful, I'd have gotten help from Brandon; but in addition to my redheaded temper, I was as stubborn-Irish as they come.

"Oh," Jeff seemed to snap out of his love induced trance and he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and smiled. "Dad had a few more wedding presents for us."

I groaned. The wedding, the honeymoon, arranging for us to fly to London after our honeymoon so we could find a place to live, not to mention their adopting me; I didn't think I could survive very many more gifts. I'd grown up living with all I needed, but nothing of excess. I didn't marry Jeff for his family's money; I married him because I couldn't live without him. I watched dubiously as Jeff pulled out three platinum cards and handed them to me. "Dad told me to wait till there was no way you could refuse them."

I looked at the cards; a Visa, MasterCard, and American Express. They all had my new name, Daniel Patrick Watkins, on them. My eyes filled with tears. It was so hard to believe it was reality. When I looked back at Jeff, he was grinning that shit-eating-grin of his and held up a pen. "You've got to sign them."

For a moment I thought about handing them back. Not out of spite, or lack of gratitude, but because Norma and Jack had already given me more than I could ever repay. My resistance crumbled when Jeff's eyes pleaded. "Please Dan; for Mom and Dad."

Mom and Dad, that thought almost had me bawling. The only thing that stopped me was thinking about how horrible a skinny, buttermilk skinned, freckled, redheaded stick of a guy would look with puffy red eyes. I wasn't much to look at, but there was no reason to make it worse. I took the pen, dropped the table-seat, and signed. I'd been practicing my signature all week. As silly as it sounded, I wanted to do the name justice. I really was proud of being a Watkins. I grinned as I handed back the pen. "This doesn't mean I'll use them."

"True, but at least you acknowledge you're part of the family." His smile was enough to light Broadway.

I looked away; he was just too beautiful to me at times. "Yeah, yeah... whatever."

His aura stroked me, and I nearly jerked out of the seat. Oh fuck, I was trembling and hard again. He knew I couldn't deny him anything; the bastard. I shot him an evil look. "I thought you said 'that' would be hard to explain to customs."

Jeff leaned in again and nuzzled my neck with his nose. Ok, that sounds silly, but I always thought it was precious. He called them "Eskimo kisses". I certainly wasn't going to object. "We could always join the 'mile-high' club," he whispered huskily.

I laughed, and pushed him back into his seat. Thank god we were in first class. Jeff was totally comfortable with public displays of affection; but even after two years together, two fights for survival, nearly dying, and saying "I do," I still got nervous and cagey when he would do it away from family and friends. I suppose old fears died hard; it wasn't like we couldn't defend ourselves. Being a spell casting, gay, mutant, witch was a daunting combination. Don't piss one off; you'd regret it.

The seatbelt light came on before he could press the matter further. I thanked the Gods for that; if he'd pressed, I'd have been crammed in a small airplane bathroom with the hottest guy on the planet fucking me to nirvana. And everyone would know it... neither of us was quiet.

Jeff gave me a playful pout after we made it through customs. I'd never been to Greece, so I had no idea what he could be pouting about. "What?"

"I was kind of hoping to 'join the club'." He gave me his best, hurt-puppy eyes. For once, I didn't buy it.

"Just because George managed to seduce and screw the first class steward when he flew 'Virgin' to England, doesn't mean we have to follow suit and try out 'double occupancy' in the restrooms." Jeff's older brother gave being gay a bad name. Ok, so maybe not a 'bad' name, but he really promoted the whole "easy sex, hotter than life" stereotype. Jeff did a good job holding his wounded, pouting, puppy-dog look, but we both knew I wasn't falling for it. Being a living lie detector made it fairly difficult to tease me with fake hurt; of course, it also made it hard to hide the fact you were hurting but trying not to show it.

"Ok, fine, I can see where this marriage is leading to." He sighed dramatically and headed for the baggage carrousel. "I'll get the bags."

I grinned and shook my head. Though I'm a chest and arms man, I had to admit that Jeff's ass looked awfully good as he walked to our belt. As with all things "international," the bags were taking forever to get off the plane. After thirty minutes, Jeff was exasperated. "Where the hell are our bags? I think they've loaded two other flights on since we got here."

I grinned. I'd gotten fed up about ten minutes ago, and had located our bags. The only reason I hadn't told Jeff was, well, I guess I didn't have a good reason. Something about standing around, with nothing to do but wait, and being beside my husband with his arm around my waist was appealing. I could have stood there forever. I faked a few moments of "distant gaze", which is what the guys described my look when I tried to expand my awareness, and smiled. "They're on the wrong carrousel. I think one of the luggage trolleys must have pulled up to the wrong offloading ramp." I nodded over at carrousel six.

Grumbling, Jeff let go and jogged around to the belt. I didn't see any reason to rush. Our flight to Mykonos wasn't leaving till two in the afternoon, and it was eight in the morning. Not to mention, no one would have been able to snatch our bags; once I had them in my awareness, they weren't going anywhere I didn't want them to go. As was usual, Jeff just started pack-muling the bags. Sometimes he forgot the fact that no normal human could carry all that stuff.

I grabbed one of the luggage carts from the abandoned area and walked over. Naturally, I got a few odd looks; a guy in leg braces gets them no matter how fluidly he moves. I couldn't wait to be rid of the damn things. "Here."

Jeff looked at me like an alien. "Why would I want one of those?"

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Because we aren't advertising for Xavier's School?"

Sometimes, Jeff just missed the obvious. It was one of his endearing qualities, actually. He grinned at me and blushed. "Oh, yeah."

He loaded up the cart, and I started pushing it toward the main terminal. Jeff frowned at me. "You know, I can do that."

I shrugged. "Gee, Jeff, so can I." I kept pushing. Though we'd made progress in the last month, Jeff still thought of me as broken and frail. I was neither; I wasn't going to let him treat me like an invalid. "Don't make me prove how 'capable' I am of doing this, Jeff."

He pulled the cart to a stop and looked at me. I frowned down at him, feeling more than a little defiant. Did I mention something earlier about Irish stubbornness? Yeah, I probably did. I was still getting used to the fact I was taller than him. To me, Jeff was larger than life.

"I know you are, Dan." His eyes were filled with such painful longing that my heart hitched. I didn't know if he'd ever forgive himself for what happened in France; I sure hoped he would.

I sighed. "Sorry. I've just got to do some things for myself." I stepped back and let him have the cart. "You're still my White Knight you know." His smile returned as I let him have the cart, and we continued on our way to our honeymoon.

Thank the gods that Mykonos had a large enough airport for commuter jets. If I'd had to take one of those damn prop-puddle-jumpers like they use from Miami to the Bahamas, I'd have been a basket case. To a normal person, the vibration and noise of a prop was annoying; to me, it was maddening. I smiled wistfully from the balcony of our room at the turquoise waters of Ai Giannis Harbor. Appolonia Bay was a beautiful, if modest, hotel. For once I had to remember to thank George for knowing "everything" about gay life.

My eyes drifted to the pool area. There were a several couples lounging about, and half of them were same sex. I smiled. "At least he didn't send us to a gay-sex resort."

Jeff laughed at my comment as clothes floated from the suitcases to the drawers and closet. "Dad contacted a few travel agents about the places George recommended. You don't want to know about the first three."

I couldn't help but laugh. At twenty-three, George was still as horny as a sixteen year old on ecstasy. "So how did he even hear about a place like this; gay friendly and -not- a meat market?"

"Two of his friends got married last year in Vermont, and then came here for their honeymoon." Jeff wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "He says they are a lot like us. Since they raved about this place, he thought it would be just our speed: boring."

I leaned back against him and felt the solid warmth of his body wash through me. All that really mattered was the love we shared, but damn it was nice to be in love with a guy built like a Latin Adonis. All he got was a red-bristled broomstick out of the deal; hopefully my other talents made up for the fact that I wasn't much to look at. "I could be bored like this for the rest of my life."

The touch of Jeff's lips to my neck sent shivers down my spine. "Yeah," he breathed into my ear as hugged me tighter, "so could I."

"Keep that up, Mr. Watkins, and we won't be boring for very long." A moan escaped from me as his lips teased my ear.

He rocked his boredom against me, making my interest throb. "What a shame."

Ok, so we weren't exactly prudish. I felt the leg braces unsnapping as Jeff pulled me back into the room. Damn he was getting good with his aurik powers. The doors closed on their own while he turned me to face him and made my brain melt with another of his incredible kisses. It just wasn't fair. He had the looks, the personality and I was certain some pheromone or saliva mutation that made him impossible to resist. Well, at least impossible for me to resist.

I wasn't able to think clearly until I was on my back and he was slowly sinking into me while staring into my eyes and whispering, "I love you so much."

Gods, why had we waited so long? I knew why, and I didn't regret it, but I was still amazed at how it made me feel. As he began to move in me, reminding my body of the depth of our connection, I marveled at the fact that only a month before, I had doubted we would get here at all. My mind went back to the point at which I was feeling the least certain and the most determined not to let go.

My mind was still trying to work through Ben's advice. He was such a cool guy. I was kicking myself for taking out my issues with Jeff on him. It wasn't his fault they were so similar that just spending time with him had me ready to scream. I'd fucking died. I'd died, and they'd brought me back. At this point the only reason I had to live was to be with the guy I loved enough to die for in the first place. Unfortunately, that guy was too scared I would break to give me what I wanted.

I made it back to the room and groaned inwardly as I watch the play of Jeff's back muscles as he pulled off his workout shirt. My senses had become even more acute since my "return." I could smell him even before I'd opened the door. His aroma was musky, pungent, warm, and could make my stomach melt to butter. All I wanted to do was cross the space between us and breath him in while tasting the salt from his skin.

He looked over at me as I shut the door. "How was the training?"

I shrugged and struggled not to look embarrassed. "Ben's improving fast."

He tossed his shirt in the hamper before plopping down on the bed and untying his shoes. "The twins are pretty cool, but Brandon needs to loosen up a little."

Loosen up? That's the pot calling the kettle black. I frowned but didn't say what I was thinking. Gods I wanted him to put his money where his mouth was. Hell, I'd just have settled for the mouth. I itched absently at the brace straps. The constant pressure of those things left my skin sore.

"You ok?" The honest concern in his eyes both melted my heart and made my blood boil. I knew he loved me. I didn't doubt that for a minute. I had simply begun to wonder if that was enough.

"Damn braces rub even through the jeans." I could feel his discomfort. I think a part of him wanted to come over and fix it while another part was warning him not to push. I wished he'd pushed. "I've probably got a rash."

Finishing with his shoes, he stood. "That's going to suck. You've got to wear those things for what, two months?"

I rolled my eyes. Hank was paranoid about my deteriorating by using my powers over doing the physical therapy to recover. "That's if Hank is -satisfied- with my progress."

His eyes met mine and my heart sank. I knew what was coming. "Dan, we could..."

"NO!" Every time he brought up the idea of postponing the wedding it felt like a part of me died.

"I'm not an invalid, Jeff. You aren't going to have to look after me!" I could feel myself losing it. Damn I hated losing control. Bad things happened when I lost control. I glared at him through my tears. "Do you want out?"

You'd have thought I'd kicked him. He looked at me slack-jawed, and couldn't seem to form words. I couldn't take it. I stepped past him into the bathroom and slammed the door. The damn thing didn't latch; it just bounced against the frame and slowly floated open as I sat on the john trying to unsnap the damn braces. I hated them. I hated them more than the wheel chair. It was easy to get out of the wheel chair. The damn braces were bitches to fasten and even worse to unfasten. I could more easily obliterate them than actually make the clamps obey me.

I was struggling with the third snap when Jeff sank down on the tiles in front of me. I stopped, took a deep breath, and met his eyes. He was crying. "I love you. We said forever, and I meant it."

I choked. "So did I."

He pressed up and captured my lips. It was only for a moment, but it melted me. He pulled back and eyed the braces. "Want some help?"

"Yeah..." I watched him as he popped the clips without any difficulty. Of course, his aurik abilities gave him leverage my fingers didn't have. I sighed as the last band was released and he slid the things from my legs. If legs could breath, mine would have been gasping for air. "Jeff?"

He looked at me, his eyes still glistening. "Yeah?"

"I only had one reason to come back." Leaning forward, I brought my forehead to his and held it there. "I died to save our family, but I came back for you." My voice was trembling so much that I could hardly form words. "Please stop pulling away; it's killing me."

He pulled me off the seat and crushed me to him. His body shook as he buried his face in my neck and cried. If it weren't for my enhanced senses, I wouldn't have been able to understand what he said. "I'm so fucking scared."

I pulled his face up and held his eyes. "We've both been through hell and back, Jeff. We survived because we had each other. You aren't going to lose me, and I'm not letting go." I captured his lips and didn't pull back until the need for air was undeniable. Jeff was gasping a little as I let him breath. "I'm not broken and I won't break." My voice cracked as I leaned back in. "Please don't make me wait any longer."

Though his heart may have been screaming that we should take it slow, I think his libido had finally gotten the message. He was hard and pulsing against his workout shorts as we pressed back against the tiles. "Dan..."

"Please..." I leaned in and did what I'd wanted to do the moment I'd made it back to the room. My tongue lathed his nipple and I tasted his salt. "Trust me..."

Jeff moaned, but he didn't fight me as I floated off him for a moment. Yeah, mutant powers were kick ass at times. I was so needy that I couldn't even work the zipper of my pants. I didn't care any more. I shut my eyes and flexed my will, imitating how his aura could be strengthened and used, and my pants literally ripped off me. Not just my pants, but my shirt, socks, shoes and underwear were also torn to shreds. Jeff was covered with bits of cloth and thread as I sank back against him while pushing his shorts and jock to his knees.

He grunted as his cock snapped free of the elastic and slapped against his abs. Gods he was beautiful. There wasn't an inch of him that wasn't perfect. His uncut length was just the icing on the cake. He chewed on my ear as I rubbed against him. "God, Dan..."

I stirred his aura. I knew it was cheating, but I could feel him tensing up. He was going to try and stop what we both knew we wanted. Jeff cried out and arched up. His hips and shoulders pressed against the tiles while his fingers tried to dig into the floor. He blew in seconds. It was all I could do not to follow him. Just the sensations from his orgasms were enough to trip me.

Jeff panted and gasped below me, his eyes glazed, as his brain struggled to reboot. It was now or never. I scooped up his cum, taking a moment to lick a taste before I rubbed it into my twitching hole. He was still hard as steel as I tilted him back and impaled myself. I'd been scared it would hurt, and it did, a little, but the feeling was too incredible for me to keep quiet. I moaned as I took him in.

Jeff's hands gripped my hips as I began to rock my way down his shaft. "Dan..."

I groaned, and kept rocking my way down onto him until I felt his balls brush against my butt. Leaning forward, I slid up him just a little before pressing down again. "Too late," I sighed, and looked into his eyes. "Do you want to take over?"

I didn't have to ask a second time. On the bathroom tiles was not the place I'd envisioned losing my virginity, but it didn't matter. Jeff had me on my back and was taking slow, long, loving plunges into me as he braced himself on his arms and sought out my lips. "Don't let me hurt you," he gasped, his movements continuing smoothly between his pleas, "please."

I groaned as he rubbed against something in me that made my toes curl. "You'd never hurt me..." He did it again, and with almost each plunge after that. "Gods, please don't stop."

If you have ever watched one of those cheesy porn flicks, then you know how it went from there. I'm embarrassed to say we're both loud and foul-mouthed when we fuck. I never thought I'd say shit like that, but when Jeff's pounding me to middle earth, my vocabulary seemed to be reduced to curse words and trashy language. I was vaguely aware of some odd crunching noises and a steadily growing ache between my shoulder blades, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I had the hottest guy on the planet claiming me and losing his self in me at the same time. I was in heaven.

As close as he kept me to the edge as his tempo increased, I still didn't trip. I'd heard about guys blowing just from being fucked, and I wanted to desperately, but it just wouldn't happen. Then Jeff went stiff, and trembled, and my senses went nuts. I'd experienced his orgasms before, but it was so much more intense when he was connected to me like he was. I tripped, screaming out my release as we left reality for a moment.

When we came back, my back was itching like mad, sort of burning but feeling raw all at once. Jeff was still over me, slowly lowering my well used ass back to the tiles as his breathing began to slow. He lowered against me, his sweat and my cum making some rather unpleasant noises as we pressed together. The movies never cover this part of sex. Sure, we see it, but the squishy, wet, semi-flatulent sounds that come about from two sweaty bodies being rubbed together with only cum as the barrier were edited out. The third time it happened as he shifted to kiss me again I started to laugh.

Jeff pulled back and looked at me like I was insane. "What?"

His incredulous expression only made it worse. I tried to bite it back, but I kept giggling until it was too much, and I just started coughing from the conflict. "You never hear those sounds in the movies," I gasped out between giggles. Clenching my eyes shut didn't help remove any of my perceptions; I just had too many senses to dampen down so easily.

I felt Jeff begin to laugh, and we lost it. We were clutching to each other and laughing for a good five minutes. When we stopped, Jeff smiled into my eyes and asked, "How are you doing?"

I grinned. Mr. Worry-wart was back, but at least he was a sated, happy worry-wart. "Other than the burning feeling between my shoulders, I'd have to say 'when are we going for round two'?"

He leaned in and kissed me, pulling my lower lip out between his teeth before letting go. "After we wash up?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stood up and pulled me with him. "Good answer."

His eyes went wide as he lifted his hand from my back. "Oh shit." I was confused as he spun me about and gasped. "God, Dan..." his voice was shaking, "why didn't you tell me it hurt?"

I looked back at him puzzled. "What? I'm a little sore. No biggie."

He held up his hand while, with the other pointing at the floor. His fingers were red with blood. I looked down at the spot where I'd been pressed against the floor, and the tiles were shattered. It looked like someone had killed a chicken with a sledgehammer on the tiles. They were fractured and broken and covered in blood. I turned to look at my back in the mirror. I looked like I had road rash from just below my neck to the bottom of my ribs. "Wow."

Jeff had to sit down, his face stricken with shock. "I hurt you..."

I sank to my knees and grabbed his face. "Look at me!"

He did, but I don't think he was seeing me. I slapped him. That snapped his attention back to me.

"I'm OK. I'm not hurt; I'm just cut up a little."

"NO!" I think the force in my voice surprised him. "You gave me exactly what I wanted; what we wanted. Let's get in the shower and get my back washed off. A paper cut can bleed enough to make it look like you cut off your finger." I held his eyes with mine. "Everything is okay."

He nodded, but didn't say anything more. We rinsed off, and I had to admit that the water stung like hell. I tried not to flinch too much as Jeff made sure my back was clean. When we got out, I looked at myself in the mirror again. "It isn't that bad. I bet guys who have sex with women with nails come out worse."

"Dan..." Jeff was not sounding all that reassured.

I looked at him, exasperated. "Does it really look -bad-? I'd have had worse landing on my back on the blacktop while playing ball."

Jeff looked at my back's reflection and nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess."

"So we go down to the infirmary, blush our way through an explanation as to why I'm cut up, and get it bandaged." I shrugged and took his hand, lacing my fingers with his. "If having you do me means I have to stock up on bactine and bandages, I'll do it." He looked perplexed as I leaned back in and rested my cheek against his shoulder. "I really, really want round two."

Jeff lifted my chin and studied my eyes. There was no doubt there for him to find. After a moment, he swallowed and grinned. "That good, huh?"

"You're that good, Jeff. I'd want it even if we needed safety equipment." I grinned back. "Let's face it: when a guy can bench over a ton, uninhibited sex gets a touch more complex."

"It doesn't scare you?"

I smiled. "Hell no. I wasn't even trying to protect myself, and I apparently was able to transfer most of the force of our sex to the floor." Pulling him into the bedroom, I went for the dresser. "Imagine what would have happened if we were on the bed?"

Jeff eyed the bed and then me dubiously.

I laughed, and tossed him some boxers. "It'd have sucked to have our first time interrupted with the damn thing collapsing."

That, at least, made him laugh.

The curtains were turning a beautiful shade of salmon from the light of the setting sun. My back was sore, the bed was a wreck, and I was in desperate need of a bath. I couldn't think of a time I was more content. Jeff was curled against my side, his head pillowed on my chest, and he was dozing after several hours of passion. The warmth of him, the smell, the touch, the sound, the sight, and the spiritual need all held me there and kept me from slipping into oblivion.

I could still hear it, the nothingness, calling to me. Unlike other people who "came back", I wasn't quite sure if I'd completely made it back. At times, late at night, I'd find myself clinging to Jeff and being afraid to let go. It wasn't that oblivion scared me, if anything, I found the call enticing. I just wasn't ready; there was so much I had left to do.


text: Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:01:28 -0800 (PST) From: Randy Howard Subject: Nolan / Incest Nolan By Randy Howard2 This story is purely fictitious, it never happened. It is a story about incest yes, but more importantly a story about love between a son and his dad. If this offends you or is illegal to read where you live, ask yourself why am I here and leave. If you are under 18, then you must say goodbye. Nolan was your typical jock. He played football for John F. Kennedy High School and was captain of the team. He was seventeen, five foot eleven, and weighed one ninety- eight. He was the quarterback and the envy of all the girls. He had long blonde hair and green eyes, and a body that showed the hours he put in working out. He was a senior and he was looking at a football scholarship to several top ranked colleges. What was not typical was that he and his dad were making love nightly. He had started having sex with his dad when he was thirteen, and his mom had left his dad for another man. His dad and him were best friends and he hated seeing his dad hurting because of his mom. It started one night when Nolan was thirteen, and he had heard his dad crying in his bedroom. He got up, crept to his dad's room door, peaked in, and saw his dad naked on the bed crying. The Carter men always slept naked and Nolan was no exception. He went in quietly to his dad's room and put his hand on his dad's back, and said. "Don't cry dad, things will be fine. Just wait and see," he told him. His dad turned and looked at Nolan with tears in his eyes and said in a sad voice. "No one is ever going to want me son, your mom threw me away because I was no good," and started crying again turning away from Nolan. Nolan crawls in beside him, put his arms around him, turning him around and pulling him tightly to him. "I will always want you dad, you have always been my best friend." His dad just looked deep into his eyes and then did what no dad should do, he thought. He leaned forward and kissed his son hard and deep parting his lips with his tongue. His tongue searched out Nolan's and they lay there and kissed, as his father caressed his son's chest. He suddenly shot up and jumped from the bed saying. "Forgive me son, I have crossed a line no father should cross. I have done the unpardonable with you, Nolan," and he started to cry hard standing beside the bed. "Dad you did nothing that I did not want you to do, I love you dad, please come back and lye down." His father looked at Nolan a bit; his body was so young and built. No dad should desire sex with his son, but he could not deny his boy. He got back into bed beside him, Nolan took him in his arms, and he kissed his dad passionately and long. His dad moaned as their tongues met and joined in the dance of love. He rolled his dad unto his back, as he kissed his way down to his chest. He had a light dusting of blonde hair across his chest and his nipples stood tall and firm. He took one of his nipples and gently bit down and his dad moaned deep and loud. His hands grabbed Nolan's head and he held him in place as he suckled his nipple. He moved to the other and repeated to it the same thing he had performed on the other. "Oh fuck son what you are doing to me," his dad cried out in ecstasy. "This shouldn't be son, we should stop," but it was not to be. Nolan kissed his way down to his father's hard cock; this was the first time that he saw it. I was long, cut and fat and he took hold of it with his hand. He placed his mouth around the head of it and his dad's ass shot up to give more. He slowly ran his tongue around the base of the head, driving his dad insane with pleasure. He slowly started to swallow his cock and gagged when it hit the back of his throat. He was determined to give as much pleasure to his dad as he could. He remember reading once in a magazine, that you should swallow when taking a cock down your throat and that way letting it pass easily into your throat. He now swallowed when he felt his dad's cock hit the back of his throat and it slid down into his throat. He continued to swallow and his muscles were milking his cock and his dad cried out to him. "I'm going to come soon son if you keep going like that." Nolan pulled off, he crawled back up, and he gave his dad a long kiss. "You got any lube dad," Nolan asked. "Yeah son, why?" "I want you to fuck me dad. I want to give you my virginity dad," Nolan said with tears in his eyes as he kissed his dad. "Are you sure son, that is something for a lover and not your dad," he tells his son. "I love you dad, and after tonight you will always be my lover and my dad." His father reached over to the nightstand, pulled out some lube, and gave it to his son. Nolan opened the bottle, squirted a good amount, reached around, and worked into his asshole. He then took more and rubbed on his dad's cock. He positioned himself over his dad's cock and then slowly he lowered himself down on to it. The pain was very bad and he stopped several times, but never once breaking looks with each other's eyes. When he was sitting completely on his dad's cock, the pubes tickling his ass he moved around some to adjust to the fullness, and he moaned in the pleasure of the feeling. His dad's eyes rolled back into his head as his hands clung onto Nolan's hips. Nolan slowly started to ride up and down, until he found his rhythm. After awhile he picked up his pace and was thrusting down hard on his dad's cock. His father's head was thrashing left and right and he was yelling out his pleasure. "Fuck Nolan, fuck me son, harder and faster son," he cried out to his son. "You fucking got me so close son. Can I shoot it in your ass, son?" "Let me have it dad, fill me with your seed. That seed that made me dad, fill me," he told him and he fucked his cock faster and harder. He felt his cock swell and then it erupted as it shot his hot seed deep into his hot boy ass. The feel of his come filling his ass made him shoot his seed out on his dad's chest. He shot rope after rope of sweet boy come all over his chest. When Nolan finally felt his father stop shooting, he fell forward and kissed his dad. "I love you dad, I hope you don't feel bad about what we did because I wanted so much to happen." "I know what we did is so wrong son, but I love you more than my own self. I wanted this too once we started, but I don't think we should ever do it again." They held each other tight in a spooning position until they fell asleep. His dad's arm over Nolan's chest holding his son's hand, and Nolan's head resting on his dad's arm. They awoke the next morning as they had fallen asleep and Nolan turned around in his dad's arms. "Good morning dad, I love you so much," he told him kissing him sweetly on the lips. "I love you too son," his dad said back as he held him tight and kissed Nolan long and deep. He pulled his dad unto him, they kissed, and then his dad slowly went down to Nolan's cock. He was not as big as his was but still, he was a Carter, and his cock showed promise. He took his son's cock into his mouth and he swallowed it deep down his throat. Nolan moaned out from the feeling, this was the first time that someone had ever sucked his cock. He gently sucked up and down on his son, as he fondled and played with Nolan's balls. It was not to long and Nolan's balls started to pull up and his dad knew that it would not be long. "Fuck dad, your making me come. You want it dad," Nolan said. Dad just kept sucking and Nolan soon started to shoot his come deep into his dad's mouth. "Fuck dad don't stop," Nolan cried out in pleasure. "That feels so fucking good dad." He kept sucking as Nolan's hips kept pumping up to give his sweet boy come to his dad. His dad just swallowed never loosing a drop, until his son had no more to give him. He drops his soft cock, goes up to his son's lips, and kisses his son, giving him a taste of his own come. Nolan lifts his legs in surrender to his dad, as he hand him the lube. His dad looks at him in a questioning way. "You sure son, we really should not be doing this." "Fuck you boy dad, show him how much you love him." His father lubes his fingers and then works them into Nolan's tight boy ass. Nolan is squirming in pleasure and anticipation of his dad's cock as he prepares his ass. He applies some lube to his cock, and aligns it to Nolan's rosebud. He lifts Nolan's legs, holds them, and gently but firmly pushes in. It slides right in, still primed from the night before, and goes right down to his pubic hair. "Your ass is so hot and tight son," he says as he starts to slowly fuck his son. He takes it almost all the way out and then plunges it in as Nolan cries out some in pain. He will not say a word because he loves his dad and the pleasure he sees makes it worth it. His dad is just pounding away now, and Nolan is pushing hard to meet every thrust. Their rhythm is furious as they soon reach a place that neither of them have been. Nolan reaches up and he pinches his dad's nipples causing his dad to yell and moan. "Oh fuck son do not stop I'm coming," he shouts and he starts to fill his son's ass. He keeps slamming him hard and deep as he pumps shot after shot of his hot man seed deep into his son's ass. Nolan can feel his dad hit his prostate and he shoots another load again. Rope after rope of thick boy cream he shoots all over his chest. His dad reaches down, scoops some up, and puts it in his mouth. They finally succumb to their sexual high and collapse next to each other. "Thank you son, my boy. That is the most loving thing a son can give his dad," he tells Nolan holding him tight. "I just love you so much dad. I do not know why mom ever got rid of you. You are one hot lover man, dad," Nolan says and he kisses his dad as no son should, but does not care.


text: Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 18:55:08 -0700 From: Angela Stevens Subject: Real_Mans_Dick This story contains very graphic sexual language and situations. If you are under 18, or offended by boys who dress up and have sex with other boys, please stop now. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Real Man's Dick by Angela Stevens "Honey, please. I promise you'll have fun." I pleaded with my wife. "A three-way would let you see what it's like to have a woman give you pleasure. And it's always been a fantasy of mine to see two hot babes doing each other. I even bought you that nice strap-on dick last week." Cindy bit her lower lip. "I don't know, Phillip. It's a big step. Are you sure you want me to see you fuck another women?" "If you're there to help, it isn't like I'm even cheating on you. It will bring us closer together, I promise." I said. "Will you let me pick her out?" She asked. "We go to a bar and I get to choose someone who turns me on?" "Of course, honey. I want this to be special for you too. Anyone who turns you on will be fine with me. We'll see if you have good taste in women." I joked. "Well, I suppose it's OK." She relented. "Let's get dressed up and go to a really nice bar. Or maybe that new disco downtown." I was overjoyed. My pretty blonde wife had finally decided to grant me my most precious fantasy. I would be able to fuck another woman with her watching. Cheering me on, even. I was incredibly excited as we drove to the new disco. "You wait here by the bar, honey, while I take a look around. Save a spot for me." Cindy asked after we were inside the disco. The music was loud. I couldn't hear what she was saying to the women she approached, but they all seemed to look over at me and laugh before turning away from Cindy. I felt real sorry for her when she came back to sit next to me. "I thought I'd have a hard time finding a woman who would want to be with me, honey, but I'm wrong. Every single one of them wanted to take me home." She said. "You won't believe this, but it's you who's the problem. They just don't think you look macho enough. Well, I'll give it another try." She finished her drink and moved back out into the dancing mob. Three more times she struck out. I could see the women looking at me strangely, so Cindy must have been telling the truth. What a bummer. She finally gave up and just stayed out there dancing. I got really mad when a tall, husky black man started dancing close to her. I could see them talking. When she looked my way, I motioned her back to the bar. She just stuck her tongue out at me and kept talking to him. He laughed and looked at me, smiling. I figured she was telling him how all the women were turning us down because of me. I hate it when she embarrases me like that. Finally she came back to the bar. "We don't need a guy, honey. We need a pretty girl with big boobs, just like we planned. If you've given up, let's go home and forget the whole thing." I said with frustration. Cindy had an idea. "Why don't you go wait in the car, Philip. If they can't see you maybe someone will say yes." "OK, Cindy. I'll go wait in the car. If you aren't there in ten minutes I'll come back and get you." I said. Then I went to wait in the car. I was relaxing in the driver's seat five minutes later when the passenger door opened. Cindy slid into the back seat. I could hardly wait to see the girl of my dreams. I was shocked when the black man she'd been dancing with appeared at the open door. And then he slid into the back seat next to Cindy! He put one arm around Cindy and reached the other out to shake my hand. "Desmond." He said. I took his hand and he gave mine a quick squeeze. "Phillip." I said coldly. Cindy saw how I was getting and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Honey, you'd better go along with this or Desmond here will beat the crap out of both of us. You did promise me I could choose the one I wanted. Well, I have. And I promised him a piece of ass, so just be nice and drive us home. It's only fair, I was willing to fuck another woman for you. Since we couldn't find any women who were interested, I decided Desmond would do." I resigned myself to taking him home with us. All the way home he made out with Cindy in the back seat. I didn't want to hear his zipper go down, but I did. Cindy's head disappeared for a few minutes before we pulled into the driveway. When the car stopped she popped back up, and I heard Desmond's zipper going back up. We went inside. As soon as we got in the door Desmond stripped all his clothes off, standing there in front of both of us. I winced as he pulled Cindy to him and gave her a big kiss. He smiled when she whispered something in his ear, then turned around to face me. Cindy stood at his side, her arm around his waist. I stared at his semi-hard cock in her hand. Desmond saw me looking and smiled again. "You like my dick, man?" He asked. I didn't say anything, and he nodded his head. "Umm Hmm. Gimme your hand, sucker. Come squeeze it for me." I looked at my wife. "Go ahead, honey. It's OK. Help get him ready for me. I don't mind." I couldn't believe it but I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was fat and soft and silky feeling. He put his hand over mine, and pulled back the foreskin, exposing the shining black head. "You never seen one like that, did you?" He asked. He kept his hand on mine, stroking the loose skin back and forth. His cock grew to fill my hand. Cindy took a seat on the couch and started taking her own clothes off. "Get down in your knees here so you can get a closer look." He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. I seemed to have no ability to resist his commands. "Both hands, baby. Wrap those white fingers around the big black meat. Pretty little white boy like you probly never seen no real man's dick before. Real man's dick you can't say no to. Real man's dick take whatever it want. You strokin it real good, honey. Wrap your pretty little lips around the end. Get a taste for your own self." I looked at Cindy. "No, wait." she said. "He's not quite ready." She opened her purse and took out a tube of lipstick. Desmond held my hands on his cock while she pulled the top off and twisted. Then she painted my lips with the same red color that Desmond had mostly kissed off of hers. "Now you're just like a girl, Phillip. It's OK for a girl to suck a nice cock, right? Open your pretty mouth and lean forward so Desmond can fuck your face. You're really lucky. Most girls never get to taste a juicy dick like that! You're making me so horny watching you. Get him really hard for me." When I turned back to face him, Desmond put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my lips in toward his huge erection. I opened wide to let his black, knobby cockhead invade my mouth. "Sweet ain't it." He said while I sucked. "Now take it out and lift it up high. Kiss those big black balls. You like that don't you. That's nice. Now move back to the dick. You need to practice sucking a real man's dick. You my bitch now. Make your mouth like a pussy, pussy. Yo face need a good fuck from my big black dick. When I'm done with you I'm gonna shove it up inside yo wife's sweet pussy. If you suck good I'll let you lick it clean when we done." I sucked and stroked, tasting sweat and semen. After a few minutes he pushed it down my throat, choking me. He chuckled at my reaction, and pulled it out. "Don't look like your cunt-mouth big enough for a real man's dick. Let's give that white ass a try. I bet I can sink it all the way in. Bend over, pussy. You wife can wait til we done." I looked at Cindy, who nodded her head. I was shocked. "No, wait." she said. I thought she'd come to her senses. I was wrong. "He's not ready yet." She said. She took the black bra, garter belt, stockings and heels she'd just removed from herself and handed them to me. I sat on the floor in front of Desmond and my wife and put on her sexy underwear. I had trouble fastening the bra, and she helped me. Then after I rolled the silky stockings up my legs she showed me how to fasten the garters. She sprayed some of her perfume on me when I was done. Then she held my chin while she fixed my smudged lipstick. "There you go, honey. Now you're even more like a girl. It's OK for girls to get fucked up the ass once in a while, too. Be a good girl for Desmond. Get on your knees and lean forward, sweetie. If you think sucking his cock is nice, you're gonna love it when he shoves it up your ass!" I sucked him until he was hard again, then got down on my elbows and knees on the carpet. Desmond came around behind me and pressed his dick up against my asshole. My spit made him slippery enough so when he shoved forward it popped in. I screamed in pain, but still had no will to resist. True to his word, he sank it in me to the hilt, and I felt his balls slap my thighs every time he hit bottom. After a couple minutes of pounding my ass loosened up and started to feel really good. I began moving back and forth to match his thrusts. "Yeah baby yeah baby, you got it now. That dick feel good in there don't it Sugar? You startin to get me hot now!" Cindy moved up to sit beside me, and leaned down. "Don't you love it baby? Doesn't that big fat dick feel good sliding up your ass? Don't you wish sex was this good all the time?" She said in her sexy voice. "Yes..." I admitted slowly, too distracted by the cock in my ass to consider what I was saying. Desmond was nearing his climax. "Time to cum, Sugar. Keep wigglin that white ass fo me. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!" I felt his hot sperm squirt deep inside me. He pulled out with a little pop. "Oh baby! You got it all dirty. Get down there and clean it up. You got a shitty little ass, bitch. Next time you better clean it out before you invite me inside. Too late for that now. Just lick it clean. It just like hot chocolate ice cream, ain't it?" While I licked my shit and Desmond's cum off his dick he looked over at Cindy and said, "You was right, Cindy, what you was saying to everyone at the club. You husband really is just a big pussy. Looka him lick his own shit offa my dick. I gotta go for he gets me hard again. My wife at home waitin to be fucked too. See you around." After he left I could tell Cindy was angry. She folded her arms and stared at me. "You're quite a good little cocksucker, Phillip. And you really did love that cock up your ass, didn't you?" I nodded my head, absentmindedly playing with my own little penis. "I have to admit I'm jealous. Who would have thought my big, tough husband would turn out to be a sissy cocksucker? Or that he'd make his wife watch while a real man fucked his selfish little ass! At least you could have saved some for me! Get out of my clothes, Phillip. Go take a shower. Use my razor to clean all that hair off your legs and arms and chest while you're in there. Under your arms too. It's time for a few changes around here. And use the douch bag, honey. I want you clean inside and out." She gave me a red silk nightgown to wear to bed. When we were under the covers she pushed my head down. "You know what to do now, don't you sweetie. Make it up to me for stealing my man. I know you'd rather have a big cock to suck on, but humor me." I licked her to several orgasms before she got tired and rolled over to go to sleep. When we got up the next morning my transformation continued. "We're gonna call you Angela from now on." Cindy decided. "Let's get you fixed up a little, Angela, so you can take me out for brunch. Your hair could use a little more curl. It's good that you've always kept it long. More color would be nice, too. Come in the kitchen and let's give you a little perm." She walked me to the kitchen. After she washed my hair, I sat at the table in her red nightie while she put curlers in. Then she squirted foul smelling goop on the curlers. "We need to leave that in for 15 minutes, so let's work on your nails while we wait." She put pretty red polish on my fingernails. I held them up and blew to help them dry while she did my toenails. After she finished we washed the perm out, then put on a quick red rinse to 'bring out the color.' She fluffed and brushed my hair until it dried into a very pretty mass of red curls. Through all this I meekly did everything I was told. I felt horribly guilty and ashamed for what Cindy had watched me do last night, but at the same time I lusted after Desmond's big, black cock. I knew she was doing all this just to further humiliate me, but I didn't care. If becoming a beautiful woman would make it OK for me to suck a nice cock and be fucked by one, I was all for it. "Here, hold still while I pluck your eyebrows." She said. She re-shaped them into high, feminine arches that made my whole face look prettier. She dressed me up in her clothes, all the time saying how nice it was to have such a pretty new girlfriend. Brunch was uneventful. I was accepted for the beautiful woman I had become. When we got home she sent me to the bedroom to get her new, untested strap-on cock. "If this is what it takes to keep you happy, Angela, I'll fuck you silly every night from now on. Take it out of the bag and suck on it to get it warm for me." When her cock was warm and wet Cindy bent me over the arm of the sofa and slid it up my butt. It was much smaller than Desmond's cock, but soon it began to feel very good again. She was still shagging my ass on the couch when the doorbell rang. I was disappointed when she pulled out and got up to answer it. When I saw it was Desmond my sadness turned to lust. He came over to the couch and I sucked his cock while Cindy returned to pounding my ass with the strap-on dildo. This time I managed to get his cock down my throat. He stopped before he came, and moved around behind Cindy. Then he pushed up her ass. He fucked her from behind while she fucked me. After he came she had me eat the come from her ass. "Get used to the taste, Angela. You're my bitch now, too." She giggled. The doorbell rang again, and Desmond spoke up. "That'll be my friends Marcel and LaShawn and Hambone." He said. "You don't mind if they fuck you too, do you pussy?" Strangely enough, I found that I didn't mind at all. It was my rightful place as a woman to give men sexual pleasure, and I had truly become Desmond's bitch. His pussy. Cindy was happy too because there was plenty of cock to go around. By the end of the night we were both dripping from every hole we had. Dripping but happy. I licked her clean before we went to bed. We cuddled like best girlfriends as we drifted off to sleep. The End


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Healthy Green Juice Recipe

Healthy Green Juice(Carrots,Apples&Spinach)

I have always loved fruit and vegetable juices, but the first time I tried green juice, I became a fan for life ☺; not only because of the nutritional benefits , but I love what it does to my skin and total wellness .

  A friend once told me that green juicing was a new health fad that would go away soon; but when I told her that my late grandma had been juicing for over 70 yrs she was astonished. Green juice has been around for ages,both in Africa and Europe and isn't going no where ☺.

Green juicing is an act of squeezing out the juices from green vegetables and fruits to get a nutrition packed drink.

My grandma used to make hers' with Bitter leaves(Vernonia amygdalina) &Ugu(fluted pumpkin leaves), but my mum adds pineapple or honey to hers (to sweeten it a bit)..Lol.. fresh bitter leaves can be really beeeetaaaa! . I love bitter leaves,but I won't be using it in this recipe. So Don't fret.

Green juice is really the way to go in juicing. It is a quick way to get all the essential vitamins and minerals in a glass. And works well for busy folks who don't have enough time to prepare healthy meals at all times.
It is also an easy way to eat(drink) those veggies, you know you need, but just can't get yourself to cook.

Some of the health benefits of Taking green juice includes;
* Green juices boost metabolism and increase energy levels

* Green juices serve as a healthy detox and helps to eliminate toxins from the body. Take 3 to 6 tall glasses daily for 3 days and you'll know what I'm talking about :).

* Green juice is great for weight management and serves as a rich refreshment if you want a change from other healthy drinks.

* Green juice also aids bowel movement. Take a glassful first thing in the morning for best effect.

* It is also a wonderful blood tonic.

* Green juice is great for the skin, eyes, nails and hair. Remember that it contains lots of enzymes,vitamins and minerals.

Well, below is an easy recipe with 3 affordable and readily available ingredients.
Here's a video on how I made this healthy green juice.

* 200g (3 handful) spinach/Kale/Ugu(fluted pumpkin)(or any leafy vegetable)

* 2 medium sized carrots
* 1 apple
* 1 teaspoon of ginger(grated)(optional)
* Water(enough to help move the blender blades)

Tools needed
* A blender or juicer
* A coffee strainer/cheese cloth/a sieve with tight mesh.

* Wash and peel the skin of the carrots. Wash the spinach and apple and then cut the fruit and veggies into tiny blend-able sizes .

* Place into the blender, add ginger to spice it up and a little water to help the blades move smoothly.

* Next, pour into the strainer.You can squeeze or Press hard on the strainer to get out as much juice as possible. Pour the green juice into a tall glass

* And now your Healthy green juice is ready. Enjoy!

****The chaff(pulp) can be used for vegetable soup if you don't want to throw it out.

  1. Anonymous3:21:00 PM

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  2. Anonymous3:21:00 PM

    Nky i love u recipes. tanks alot

  3. Anonymous4:16:00 PM

    niky can u take bitterleaf juice if u have ulcer and low suger?

    1. No dear, for the ulcer please try cabbage juice mixed with aloe vera juice or eat raw cabbage for a few days.

  4. Anonymous12:55:00 PM

    Thank u very much

  5. Anonymous12:14:00 PM

    I really love your recipes, please how can I make juice that will lower my blood sugar levels its actually high and I want it to go down.

  6. Anonymous12:10:00 PM

    I love your recipe, does bitter leaf juice have negative effect on lever, is it necessary to take blood tonic after bitter leaf juice.

    1. I don't think it does and you are only to take it as a medication and not as a refreshment, too much of anything is bad.

  7. Anonymous10:40:00 AM

    Pls Nky Can A 6months Pregnant Woman Take D Green Juice.

    1. I took it while I was pregnant and loved it, but make sure you wash the vegetables and fruits thoroughly and take it freshly juiced.

  8. Anonymous12:17:00 PM

    Simple and healthy combination.I enjoyed it . Thanks.

  9. Hello nky pls I'm on a diet pls can u help with low fat food recipe,pls I'm badly in need of it u can send it to my email bless u

  10. Anonymous10:37:00 AM

    I love your green juices. Don't even mind the bitters. Thinks I need more such drinks to cut off the sugar drinks and also detoxifies. You are great

    1. I love them too and also don't mind the bitters :)

  11. Anonymous12:01:00 PM

    Thank you for these infos. Please is spinach same thing as "tete"? If not where can I get it. Thank you

    1. I think green amaranth is tete, but you can use ugwu or green amaranth if you can't find spinach.

  12. Pls,can green juice correct irregular menses?

  13. Pls,can green juice correct irregular menses?

  14. Nkyluv you are the best. thanks alot

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