0 comments/ 21074 views/ 0 favorites Guardian Angel Ch. 01 By: O_J_Flintstone Guardian angel? what's that mean anyway? It means many things for many people. What does it mean for me? It defines who I am, or rather what I am now. I am that which some of you people call a guardian angel. It's my job to make sure that I do my job. I can't talk about it, without risking the wrath of my manager. I can however tell you about one of my favorite subjects that I've had to work with. His name is John Banner. He is 25, and I do owe him a debt to my continued existence. Let me explain why. I was on the verge of completing some training for my job, since I had just been recruited by the boss. Well, the final exercise was to try and take human form, and see if I could secure the honest help of one person. I did, and just created a pitiful image resembling some unfortunate souls I observed in the city. I wanted to create an image like my own. When I was recruited by the boss, I lost my right to have an image of self. One of the small prices to pay for my gift. So, I made myself out to look like a bum, and took human form. I sat in the corner of two busy streets, and just sat there, looking miserable. I sat there for about three hours. A handful of people tossed change at me. I sensed from them that they wanted to help me to a certain degree. But there was something missing. Something that the boss noticed. Something that told the boss to tell me that I had to stay in the city until I find it. It was not my place to question him, so I just stayed. After a while longer, I began to travel down the street, and attempt to satisfy some human cravings for nourishment that were taking over my new form. Just then, of nowhere, a vehicle comes out of the blue, and knocks me down. If I was in my normal state, I would have been aware of that thing earlier. I would have instant access to the entire lives of each occupant at a moment's notice. I still had that ability in this form, but my range was limited, from infinite to much less than that. I was stunned, adjusting to the bad sensations that were flowing over my body. Each nerve, that was hurting, and getting on my nerves, that I now had them. I was knocked away from the car about two meters or so. Give or take a inch. Just as I was attempting to get up, and recompose myself, I became aware that my incident had created a small crowd of people around me. All were mumbling inside and outside about me. "Oh, man!" "Is he OK?" "Stupid bum!" "He should have watched where he was going!" and other things along that same nature. But soon after I became aware of what was being said about me, I noticed a lone sole had come out to help me up. It was the driver of the car. That which is known as whom I mentioned before being John Banner. He came over and helped me up, asking me if I was OK. "Are you OK man? I didn't see you! Oh, my God!" "yeah, well, your car would suggest otherwise. You aim was pretty good." I told him. "Listen, I'm on a time crunch, but I can drop you off at the emergency room, if you want me to. " "uh...yes. Thank you" "can you stand?" "yes, but....my head is killing me." "come on, easy does it, now." He helped me over to the other side, and helped me into the car, as the crowd thinned out. He closed the door, and rushed to the driver's side. John hopped into the car, and soon we were off down the street. After a few blocks of going fast down the street, he hit a light, and stopped. During the stop, he looked over at me, to see if I was OK. "Are you ok...Mr.....um....?" he asked me. "My name is Robert." I told him. "Robert, are you feeling dizzy or anything?" "No. Just a little bruised. I'd still like to see a doctor. Thanks for helping me out, Mr....?" "John." "Thank you, John." "Don't worry about it." He told me, as he turned on his radio. Just then the announcer spoke: "You are listen to the hot new 102.3 Wave radio. It's time for the gossip update of today. Today it's about the big controversy of the moment, featuring the multi-award winning actress Sarah Cliffton, and her pre-fame sex tape which has leaked out. As you know, the tape was discovered in the collection of an anonymous ex-porn producer who now owns properties across the state. His name has not been released, but supposedly Sarah's camp have threatened legal action for the tape's release. Sarah has not commented since the incident, and has had to cancel many public functions she was to attend, like this year's Mega-Music Awards, and the premiere of her brother's film "Quilts And Chocolate". We have obtained evidence here to suggest that the porn producer is none other than Randy Turns, who was originally credited as Randy Williamson. This could not be verified, but he is the name that our partner GossipSecrets.com alleges is the this person who possess and leaked out the tape to the entire internet. We'll of course follow this story as it develops. And now, for today's new jam of the day, here's the one and only Rambondo...!" Just then, he abruptly changed the station, so it played now the Goo Goo Dolls, I think. It's nice being able to hear everything. There is a lot of music out there to behold. It can really change your mood. I sensed that his mood changed after hearing that broadcast. I was still not used to human form, and couldn't find out exactly why from my senses. So, I decided to ask him. "You seem a little uneasy after hearing that. You a fan of hers?" "yeah. Ever since I first saw her in "Stardom", I fell in love with her. Everyone else did also I think, but I also have a respect for her as an artist. I saw her art exhibits each time they came into town. I own all her movies, and even bought her album on import. I think she's great, and feel bad that she's being humiliated like this." "Why the interest in her? Why not someone else like Charlize Sutherland, or Jennifer Moore, or even that cutie Demi Theron?" Just then, my senses kicked in at full strength, and I felt everything he did, and knew everything about him. I knew that he was a little upset at my comment. I also knew that he knew her from her pre-fame life. She was a friend and classmate. He liked her then but was never given the chance to tell her. "Ew! First of all, Demi is underage! Jail-bait is not my cup of tea. The other two are alright, but there's just something about Sarah that speaks to me. An inner beauty that is refreshing." I smiled, and nodded, as I knew he was being honest. I decided to give it time, and then I would find out how would this play out. We spoke a little more on the way to the hospital. I found out that he hated his position at his job, working at an advertising firm. He was trying for a higher up better place with more creative outlets. He loved to write, and wrote some great stuff, that hasn't been noticed. I felt for this guy, because there was nothing phony about him. Nothing contrived, and honest. He was pure. His soul was the purest I've seen this side of Heaven. And I wasn't going to let something as great as that go to waste. So we arrived at the hospital, and he dropped me off. He offered to stay a little while, but I told him to go on. As he left me, the nurse started to ask me lots of probing questions. I answered them, and she left, to fill out paperwork. As I noticed that no one was paying attention to me, I got up, and headed to the nearest rest room. I knew that someone was trying to contact me mentally. Now that I was alone, they could speak to me safely. When they did, I was scared, because it was my boss. "What are you doing?" "Finishing the training." "I see that. I see everything. You did very good. You will move onto the next step. As a reward, I'm giving you an increase in your powers. The power of miracle and blessing is yours." "You mean I can do stuff like..." "No, you simpleton! You can do small things like give gifts to who deserve them. Like that young man who helped you. I know you feel sympathy for him, and you can tell he is a pure one." "yes, sir. Do you know if he got the job?" "No. I saw to it that he didn't get the job." "but why sir?" "I want to see if you've learned anything, and also if he is really as pure as you sense he is. He is pure, but even purity has many different levels." "yes, sir. But I don't understand." "When the young man falls asleep, you will then be able to thank him. You can use your new ability to do that, and give him the life he has always wanted." "which life?" "One where he can be with that girl he wants so badly. One where he is a success at what he enjoys the most. One where he can be the most use to everyone who can benefit from his nature. Now, go and do as I wish. When you are done, you will head a step closer back to your beloved." "yes, sir." I said, as the immediate presence of my boss left the area. Just then, a surge of energy and power flowed through my human form. I could feel it now. The power was being given to me. I then made for a easy exit out of the hospital. As soon as I was able to hide, I returned to my true form, and went to oversee John. He was in a small apartment on the wrong side of town. I took a peek inside, in my true form, so John would not be aware of me. A couple of nice suits hung on nails on the wall in the living room area. Pictures of various types held by inexpensive frames overcast the entire room. The faint imprint of painted over bricks was visible on the wall where an area resembling a kitchen now stands. A very poor condition sofa is placed in front of a small television. Papers, pencils, and various books also were visible standing around the entire place. Rejected ideas for his job. Great stories and poems than he never was able to share. Even drawings of various things. A lone mattress is the only other major piece of furniture within this place. It lies in another room, with a couple of minor cabinets, which hold the remainder of his clothes. A very rundown and pitiful looking apartment. If the furniture wasn't there, I would have guessed a junkie might as well have lived here. He was getting himself into bed, beat from a long day, and wondering what was he going to do next. A short while later, he was asleep. Soon enough a dream came about. I could see what he wanted. He wanted a better life. A better apartment. Money. And the love of Sarah. And so I decided to go ahead and test out my new abilities. I began to give him what he wanted. As he slept. When he awakes, he'll be in for quite a surprise. *********** The strangest thing I ever went through in my life. I went to bed after I had a bad day. I ran over a homeless guy, injuring him. I lose out on a great job promotion and better pay, and my normal job is in question now. Also my new novel isn't going anywhere. I was so stuck. I just went to bed as usual, in my crappy apartment. Then next thing I know, as i woke up to use the bathroom, I found I wasn't in the same place anymore. I was somewhere else. It looked like the Presidential Suite at a fancy 5 star hotel. There was fancy furniture and room everywhere. Nothing like my apartment. And I was in a King sized bed right in the middle of it all. As soon as shock and panic cleared me for a moment, I soon realized I was not alone. There was another person in bed with me. I crept in closer, and leaned to get a better peek. Once I saw her face, that was it. There was no doubt about it. It was Sarah. The most famous and beautiful actress ever, who I loved since junior high, was laying there in the same bed as me, and she was asleep. I wasn't sure how long that was going to last. I figured I try and get up, and get a better look at her, but she soon enough started tossing and turning, and waking up. I was in complete shock at that time. I had no idea what to do or say. next chapter of Guardian Angel - coming soon! John is in for one hell of a ride ( pun intended! ) FEEDBACK PLEASE. Guardian Angel Ch. 01 This was my first "real" attempt at writing a romantic caper story with a sexy leading man and plucky heroine. I was 20 at the time. * * * * * * * * * For Sabrina Thomas, the day started out like any other. She awoke to the sound of music that came from the alarm clock on her nightstand. She opened her eyes and watched as the sunlight filtered through the blinds and bathed her whole apartment in a warm glow. Sabrina sat up in bed, stretched out her arms, and glanced at her alarm clock. It was 7:30 a.m. "Another uneventful day in the life of Sabrina Thomas." Sabrina smiled to herself and shook her head. She got out of bed and leisurely walked to the bathroom, leaving the music on. She showered and dressed, and went through the routine that she had put herself through for what seemed like ages. Like Sabrina did every morning, she reflected on her life and the complete and utter boredom that was taking place in it. She always drove the same route to the museum where she worked, talked to the same people, and she always returned home at the end of the day to start the cycle again the next morning. Sabrina secretly longed for something to happen in her life to bring a certain spark to it, to make it more exciting. She was both restless and clueless about her situation. She felt trapped and she desperately wanted to break free, but she had no idea how to do it. The steady beeping of her watch shook Sabrina out of her reverie. She looked at her watch and was startled at the digital numbers that read that it was 8:15 a.m. "Oh, my goodness. I don't have time to think about anything heavy. I've got to go to work." She hurried out of her apartment, managed to survive the brutal morning traffic, and she arrived at the Museum of the Renaissance at 8:45. She strode into her office and was greeted by Linda, her secretary. Sabrina smiled at the elderly woman. "Hello, Linda. Are there any messages for me this morning?" Linda grinned back and replied, "No, but you have an appointment this morning with a..." She paused to flip casually through the appointment book on her desk. "Ah! The name is R. Cabrezi. The meeting is set for 11:00." Sabrina frowned, not recognizing the name. "And what does this R. Cabrezi want to discuss with me, exactly?" Linda checked the book again before answering, "He wants to discuss the museum's recent shipment of the Angel collection, Ms. Thomas." Sabrina's mind was going a mile a minute; she was puzzled by hearing of this stranger and his interest in the new art pieces that were acquired by the museum from Italy. For years, rumors circulated throughout the art world that hinted at the discovery of four lost sculptures by the famed Renaissance master, Michelangelo. Many art dealers and museum experts from around the world went to Florence to find and bring the forgotten gems back to their own galleries, but all of them were unsuccessful. Luckily, Sabrina was able to send someone from the Renaissance Museum, and that person achieved where others had failed; the lost Angel sculptures were found. Sabrina came back to the present. She noticed that Linda was still expecting a response from her. She thanked Linda and then left the office. She walked around the museum that she had grown to love, and she kept thinking about the name of the man she was to meet with later that day. R. Cabrezi. She had never heard of the man before. That fact was curiously unsettling for her because she thought that she knew every art person in the area. She thought about her reaction to hearing Cabrezi's reason for making the appointment. At the thought of someone asking about the sculptures, Sabrina had felt a strange tingly feeling in her stomach that she took as a sign of nervousness. Why should I be nervous, Sabrina thought. Everyone under the sun knows about the sculptures now, and they know who has them. There shouldn't be any problems concerning the Angel collection. Unless... She sighed and continued to walk down a long hallway towards the room where the Angel sculptures were kept. She knew full well what the "unless" problems were. She was warned of these issues many times once it was confirmed that the sculptures were being sent to the museum. The three deadly possibilities that strike fear into the heart of any museum curator; Thievery, possible Cultural/International problems, and Forgery. With any piece of art, there is always the risk of having someone attempt to steal it. As for the cultural/international concerns, she had heard that many people were enraged when they learned that the sculptures were going to be taken away and shipped to America. Sabrina remembered what Frank, her colleague and one of her closest friends, told her when he returned from Italy. He spoke of protests in the streets outside of his hotel, being spat upon by dozens of people, and other instances of unmasked hostility. Since the Angels arrived, the museum was also plagued by abrasive phone calls from those who opposed the decision. Sabrina shuddered at the memory of that time, and forced herself to move on to the next concern. The chance of forgery. An average person might think that the issue of forgery may be the less serious of the three, but Sabrina knew that it was perhaps the most important. She entered the room where the Angel sculptures were displayed, and she saw that they were safe in their protective glass cases. She sat down on a bench near the door and gazed at the Angels. She felt the welling of tears in her eyes as she thought about how very unfortunate it would be if the sculptures turned out to be false. Sabrina loved art; she lived and breathed it. Art was all that she had. It was her love of art that made her choose her profession, a field of work that was mostly dominated by men. She made it through many obstacles that were placed before her by biased professors and jealous co-workers, but there were several times when she wanted to give up. The only thing that kept her from throwing in the towel was her love of art and her desire to make something of herself in that world. When she first heard of the Angels, Sabrina experienced a feeling that she couldn't ignore. It was hope; hope that through finding the lost art, she could also find happiness. She was driven to find them; not only to make a name for herself, but to bring something as spectacular as the Angels to the attention of the world. If they were proven to be false, Sabrina thought as she felt the tears escaping to spill onto her cheeks, then I won't be able to believe in anything ever again. She covered her face with her hands and she started to cry. In her grief, she didn't know that she was no longer alone in the room. When she was done crying, she removed her hands from her face but her eyes remained closed. She took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Slowly but surely, Sabrina felt that she was okay enough to open her eyes and then return to her office. She opened her eyes to see a white handkerchief suspended in front of her face. She was startled by someone coming so close to her without her knowledge, and by the fact that the person may have witnessed her crying. Sabrina had always been careful to mask her emotions, having learned the hard way that moments of weakness cause others to take advantage. She swallowed hard and slowly looked up to discover the identity of the intruder. Sabrina saw a large hand. It looked strong, yet delicate. She continued on to view a well-muscled arm that was lightly sprinkled with black hair. Her gaze lifted up further to see some more black hair touching a pair of very broad shoulders. It looked as soft as silk. At his neck, Sabrina braced herself and tried to figure out what she was going to say to get out of the situation as soon as possible. All of Sabrina's thoughts fled when she finally reached his face. He was absolutely beautiful. Sabrina couldn't speak; her eyes were riveted on the stranger. He looked as if he had walked out of a classic painting. His cheeks, his nose, his lips...were perfect. His eyes seemed to hold Sabrina under a spell. They were the color of warm honey, and they held a note of concern for her as he waited for her to take his handkerchief. Weakly, she raised her hand and took it from him. She dabbed at the remaining tears with it and glanced at it before she handed it back to him. It was a very nice handkerchief, and its only decoration was the fine stitching of the letter "R" on it. Sabrina was finally able to find her tongue and thank him. The stranger continued to watch her with concern. "Are you all right?" His voice sounded like music, deep and rich. I wonder what his laugh sounds like, Sabrina thought before she caught herself. Sabrina cleared her throat and said, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." The stranger's face lost its worried look and his sudden smile outshone the sun. "It was my pleasure." Sabrina began to rise from the bench, and the stranger backed away so she could move freely. She was able to see the rest of him as she got up. He had to have been six feet and four inches, at least. He was wearing a blue button-down shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, and blue jeans. He was also wearing sneakers. That explains why he was able to come so close without making noise, Sabrina thought. She didn't know what else to say, so she excused herself and left the room, leaving the stranger behind. He continued to watch her walk away, a small smile playing on his beautiful lips. Her face was aflame; she had never felt so tongue-tied in all her life. She shuddered to think of what the stranger must have been thinking while she drooled over him like she did. She felt so weak; first the Angel business, now being caught crying and ogling a strange man. What could possibly happen next? Sabrina spent the remaining time until 11:00 pouring over paperwork, determined to put the earlier situation, and the stranger, out of her mind. She managed to succeed a little bit, and the buzzing of the intercom on her desk startled her out of some serious work. She pressed the button on the intercom. "Yes, Linda?" "Your 11:00 is here to see you, Ms. Thomas." "Okay, Linda. Please show him in." Sabrina stood up from her chair and started towards the door to finally meet the mysterious R. Cabrezi. The door opened as she was making her way around her desk, and Sabrina stopped in her tracks. The man that Linda showed into her office was none other than the stranger! He was no longer wearing the shirt and blue jeans, instead choosing a three-piece suit for the late morning meeting. His long hair was pulled back into a queue, and his eyes danced with mischief. Linda said, "Ms. Thomas, this is Mr. Cabrezi." Sabrina looked first at Linda, and then at Cabrezi. He began to smile. Guardian Angel Ch. 01 The guardian angel Galen looked down upon the young boy of only 18 as he did everyday. He watched as the boy cried himself to sleep once more. Galen's job as his guardian angel was to keep evil spirits and demons away from the boy and do his best to steer him in the right direction. He was however, powerless when it came to the vicious trials of highschool. Being just less than 5' Quinn was very small for his age. He was very skinny as well and wore thick glasses; he had floppy brown hair and sea blue eyes; though not a lot of people got to see those lovely eyes due to his thick glasses. When Quinn was just 8 he was in a terrible car accident which left his mother dead and him in a 4 week coma. The car accident caused him some brain damage and when he had come out of the coma he had to learn to speak again and when he did learn, he was left with a terrible stutter which he still carried today. Quinn was very shy and kept to himself, after the accident his father kept him in a sheltered life and homeschooled him until high school. Quinn thought that he would be able to just keep to himself and stick to his studies, but unfortunately he became the target for all of the other students. He was picked on nearly every day of his high school life. He was made fun of because of his height, his glasses and most of all, his stutter. He'd lost count how many times people quoted Adam Sandler's line in Billy Madison "T-t-t-t-today jr.!" In grade 11 the taunting became more sexual. This was because he had to take gym in order to graduate, and after gym the class had to hit the showers. The first gym class when he had to go to the showers he tried to hide from the other boys but it was as if they had their sights set on humiliating the poor boy. One of the bigger boys eventually caught a glimpse at Quinn's less than average sized penis and cracked a joke to one of the other guys. Eventually everyone just added that to their list of things to tease him about. Being Quinn's guardian angel, Galen had to watch his beloved Quinn go through all of this. When Quinn was 15 Galen had gained permission from the archangel in charge to enter Quinn's dreams and soothe him that way. Every night from then on Galen would enter Quinn's dreams and listen to his soul cry and do his best to comfort him. It had worked for awhile; he would care for Quinn and show him love, of course Quinn would remember none of this when he awoke, he would just feel as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But after awhile even that had stopped helping; The angel continued to enter the boy's dreams though, but for about a year now he'd been showing Quinn a different kind of love. Instead of showing him the sort of love you would to your own child, he showed him the kind of love you would a lover, and these dreams Quinn DID remember. Galen had given Quinn the most memorable wet dreams he'd ever had. At first Quinn had felt a bit guilty about thinking these sorts of things, he always knew he was different and that he liked guys but never wanted to admit it to himself for fear someone would find out and that would just add to the list of things people tormented him with. But as he kept getting these dreams he felt comforted, his dream lover was always gentle and loving and he'd never felt so loved before, but it saddened him that these were only dreams, and therefore not real. Galen knew immediately when Quinn was asleep, and just as he had done since the boy was 15 years old he entered his dreams. *** Quinn woke up the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock reminding him that it was time to wake up or he would be late for school. Quinn was sweating all over and as he got out of bed he realized that his underwear was soaking wet. Right away he remembered the dream he had had last night, and so many nights before that. He blushed as he undressed and threw his underwear and pyjama pants into the dirty hamper, hoping that when his dad did the laundry that he wouldn't notice all of his soiled underwear. Quinn put on his glasses, got dressed and went out to the kitchen for some breakfast. "Hey Quinn, how'd you sleep last night?" Jackson asked gently, so as not to startle his son. "F-f-f-fine d-dad." Quinn stammered as he turned into the kitchen to see his father preparing some breakfast for them. "You sure? I thought I heard you moaning last night, thought you might've been having a bad dream or something." Jackson said, knowing full well his son was having a wet dream, but not wanting to embarrass him. He also knew that Quinn had been dreaming about a man, now that had been a surprise to him when he heard Quinn calling out a man's name, he didn't quite catch the name but it sounded something like 'Glen'. But unlike some father's, Jackson was quite alright with his son being gay, all he wanted was for his son to be able to talk to him about it, he knew it was bad for him to keep it all bottled up inside and have no one to talk to but Jackson also wasn't sure how to approach him about it, he figured in time when Quinn was ready, he'd come to him. Jackson didn't miss Quinn's eyes go wide upon hearing that he was moaning in his sleep. Quinn never knew he made sounds while asleep. Now he was worried about what else he may have said or what he may say in the future. "N-n-no bad dreams d-dad, e-e-everyth-thing i-i-is f-f-f-fine." Quinn told his father while managing a week smile. "Ok bud, well here is your egg sandwich, eat up and I'll take you to school." Jackson said smiling at his son. He knew that his son was bullied in school and if it were up to him he'd still be homeschooling him, but the promotion at work unfortunately had him traveling a lot now. He was tempted to turn it down to stay with Quinn but they really needed the money. He'd tried several times to get the school involved with the problems Quinn was having, but they couldn't do anything if Quinn didn't tell them what was happening, and Quinn simply had no intentions of talking about it. "Quinn, I won't be here when you get back home today after school, I have to go on a business meeting in New York, I'll be back sometime next week. I'll call every night to check up on you and if something is wrong don't you dare hesitate to call me, I swear I'll be on the first flight home. I just bought groceries so there is plenty of food for you, I'll leave some money in case you feel like going out or ordering some pizza or something." He told Quinn before bending down and giving Quinn a kiss on the forehead, he didn't care how old his son was, he was never too old to get a kiss from his old man . "O-ok d-dad." Quinn looked up nodding, visibly unhappy his father had to leave. His father was really the only one Quinn got to interact with without being teased or beaten up and now that he was leaving Quinn was going to be even lonelier than he already was. "Alright Quinn, time to go or you're going to be late for school!" Jackson said, also unhappy about the fact that he was leaving Quinn. *** Galen was ecstatic, he had just had a meeting with the archangel council and pleaded his case regarding Quinn and why he should have permission to enter the boy's life and he won! Sure, there have been plenty of angels to enter the lives of the human's under their care, but in those situations the human didn't know it was their angel and said angel only entered for a short period of time to give them a nudge in the right direction and then went back to watching them from above. Galen had just been granted permission to enter Quinn's life for the rest of his natural life. And not only that, Quinn was going to KNOW that Galen is his guardian angel, and should Quinn accept it Galen will take him under his wing and love and cherish the boy he'd grown so fond of. There have been very few angels that have been able to do this and now Galen was going to be among them, the only way you are granted this is if it is feared that the human is at risk of taking his or her life, and that was a definite concern with Quinn. Now all Galen had to do was figure out how and when he was going to enter the boy's life. *** Quinn went through most of the day just trying to avoid the group of boys that usually bullied him, which today wasn't all that hard as the leader of their little gang wasn't there today, but Quinn was sure one of them would do something if they seen him. And unfortunately he was right, although it wasn't until last period in world religions class. Ryan Ekert - one of the boys that picked on him - was in that class as well. Mrs. Walsh was teaching her students about Hinduism when she looked over at Quinn. She always had a soft spot for him, he was a very smart boy but so very shy, and she knew a lot of the boys gave him a hard time. "Can anybody tell me what Moksha is? Quinn? How about you answer that for us." She said looking at Quinn. She knew he hated it when she picked him, he didn't like to talk in front of people due to his stutter but she wanted to give him the mark he deserved because he was very smart, but unfortunately class participation was part of that mark and to give it to him she needed him to participate. "M-m-moksha i-i-is l-liberation f-f-from th-th-th-the c-c-cycle o-o-of d-death a-a-and r-r-rebirth" Quinn stammered wishing she hadn't picked him. "Thank you Quinn, and you are correct." She said giving him a smile. About midway through class, Jamie Morsen - the football captain - got up to sharpen his pencil. Now the class pencil sharpener was right in front of Quinn's desk and because of this, Jamie's jean clad ass was right in front of Quinn. Quinn couldn't help but think about how muscular he must be, and then his thoughts went back to his dream lover and HIS muscular ass, the feel of it beneath Quinn's hands, how smooth it was to feel. He'd never gotten to get a look at his dream lover's face as all of the dreams he'd had it was dark and he couldn't see his lover - just feel him. He imagined Jamie as his dream lover; and like most young men, Quinn's cock was rather uncooperative, and to Quinn's horror began to get hard. Luckily his lap was under his desk and no one would be able to see his tented pants unless they looked underneath his desk. "Alright, Michelle I want you to put the answers to question 1 on the board, Ryan you do 2 and Suzy you can do number 3." Mrs. Walsh said referring to the homework from the night before. Ryan walked past Quinn pretending to trip and fall into Quinn which caused Quinn to drop his pencil onto the floor. Forgetting his erection for a moment he got up to retrieve his pencil knowing full well that Ryan wouldn't pick it up for him. Ryan immediately noticed the tenting in Quinn's pants and burst out laughing causing the rest of the class to look up from what they were doing. At first Quinn didn't realize what it was they were laughing at until he remembered his erection, he truly wished he could just crawl into a hole and hide there. "Quinn! I knew you liked me, but not that much!" He said pointing to Quinn's crotch so everyone in the classes attention was focused on the tenting. Quinn felt tears well up behind his eyes as he heard the rest of the class snickering and whispering to the people beside them. He was about to run out of the class when Mrs. Walsh came by to see what the problem was. "What is going on here?!" Mrs. Walsh asked not noticing Quinn's pants though positive Ryan was harassing him. "Mrs. Walsh I was just walking by Quinn when I stumbled onto him, he seemed to think I was coming onto him as he popped a boner!" Ryan said causing the entire class to erupt in laughter. Quinn couldn't take anymore and ran past them outside of the classroom not bothering to grab his book bag. He was no longer worried about people seeing his erection because his cock had deflated due to his pure humiliation. Quinn ran most of the way home but stopped when he was out of breath, he decided to take a bus the rest of the way. When he got home he ran straight to his room and dove into his bed and began to cry, if he hadn't hated his life before he definitely would've started to in this moment. *** Galen had to watch Quinn as he was humiliated; he felt anger towards the boy that caused such grief to his beloved Quinn. He watched as Quinn ran into his room and listened to him crying and knew that he would enter Quinn's life. *** Quinn was bawling by now, he wanted someone to love him, someone to hold him while he cried. He wanted his dream lover even though he knew he wasn't real. He just needed someone to be there for him in this moment. /Shh my love, things will get better/ Quinn looked up expecting someone to be there watching him but saw no one. He could've sworn he heard someone tell him things would get better. "H-h-hello, i-i-i-is a-a-n-nybody th-there?" Quinn called out between sobs. When nobody answered he assumed it was his imagination and continued crying. /I am here, and there is no need to be afraid/ Quinn jumped when he heard that voice again, the weird part was that the voice seemed to make him feel better, it was filled with so much love but then he realized he wasn't hearing this voice from somewhere in the house, he was hearing it in his head. He started to cry more thinking he was going crazy. /I am not a part of your imagination Quinn, I am real and I am here for you/ "Wh-who a-a-are y-y-you? W-w-why c-c-c-can't I s-s-see y-you?" Quinn stammered, positive he was losing it. /I have been watching you since the day you were conceived Quinn, My name is Galen and I am your guardian angel Quinn. I will materialize if you'd like. Would you like that Quinn?/ Now Quinn had no doubts that he was crazy which only gave him more reason to hate his life. He wanted to ignore this voice and end his misery but something about this voice was familiar, he was sure he'd heard it before but couldn't place it, and on top of that he was just plain curious. So at a loss of words he simply nodded his answer to this voice that claimed to be his angel wondering what would happen. /I will materialize then Quinn, and please do not be afraid, I will not harm you/ Quinn watched as a light so bright appeared that he had to cover his eyes, he couldn't believe that something actually happened. He was afraid to take his arm away from his eyes even as the bright light was gone, he was afraid of what he'd see. Galan stood in Quinn's room watching the boy cower to the front of his bed with his arm covering his eyes, he was visibly shaking and it pained Galen to see him so afraid. "It is okay Quinn, no harm will come to you, and I promise this. You may unshield your eyes when you're ready, I'll be here when you do." Galen said as softly as he could, not wanting to scare the boy any more than he was. Quinn quickly realized that this time the voice wasn't coming from inside his head; he started to slowly lower his arm from his face to gaze upon the man claiming to be his guardian angel. He gasped in surprise as he looked at the man in his room, he was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. He had these large beautiful white wings that looked so very soft to touch. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes, he was naked from the waist up and he was very muscular and tanned, his nipples were big and dark. The only thing he was wearing was a piece of cloth to cover his privates and butt and that only came down to the middle of his thighs - which were also very muscular along with the rest of his legs. He had a gentle expression on his face and Quinn felt himself instantly go hard. When Quinn felt his cock harden he tried desperately to hide it, not wanting to anger the beautiful angel in front of him. Galen didn't have to see Quinn's tented pants to know he was aroused, they had a strong bond and he could sense every feeling Quinn had. He watched as Quinn pulled his knees up to his chest in an attempt to hide it not realizing that the angel could read his thoughts. He smiled to himself wanting desperately to make love to Quinn for real instead of just in his dreams, but he knew this had to be taken slow and he was willing to go as slow as he needed with Quinn. "It's okay Quinn, there is no need to be embarrassed, my love." He said softly as he walked over and sat beside Quinn on the bed. "Y-y-you're n-n-not m-mad?" Quinn asked then, a little surprised when he felt the angel wrap his arm around him and pull him in close, he could feel the angel's soft wing wrap around him as well. He felt at ease right away although his raging hard on didn't go down, in fact he could swear it got harder as the angel got closer to him. "No, I am not mad Quinn, I could never be angry with you. Your response is normal Quinn, after all... I have been the one in your dreams." Galen said while pulling the boy onto his lap. He smiled down at Quinn as the boy looked up in shock at his last statement. Quinn couldn't believe that this was the man from his dreams! This is the man he'd been fantasizing about for the past year, the one who was so tender and gentle with him. "Y-y-y-y-you? W-w-w-why?" He stammered, not knowing what to say, he of course was overjoyed that this was his dream lover but was confused as to why such a beautiful man would want anything to do with him. "I love you, Quinn that is why. I watched you every day and you needed someone to cherish you, and I wanted to be that person. So I started to enter your dreams, and I am very glad I did as our bond only grew stronger as did my love for you." Galen replied while tenderly stroking his hand through Quinn's hair. He wrapped both his wings around the boy and hugged him close. He showered Quinn with gentle kisses along his face, forehead and cheeks. Quinn couldn't say anything for fear of breaking down in tears due to the knot in his throat, he'd never had anyone handle him so gently and lovingly. He closed his eyes and savoured the feel of Galen kissing him all along his face getting closer and closer to his lips. Oh, how he desperately wanted Galen to kiss his lips, it would be his first kiss and he wanted that with Galen. And then he felt brush his lips against his own in a gentle kiss, Quinn immediately puckered his lips to kiss back. That was all Galen needed as he began to slowly deepen the kiss. He kissed Quinn lovingly and traced his tongue along Quinn's lips; in response Quinn opened his mouth allowing Galen entry. Galen tasted every part of Quinn's mouth loving the taste, oh how he loved this boy so very much. He was caressing Quinn all over starting with his chest; he gently tweaked Quinn's nipples through his T-shirt delighting in the soft whimpers he elicited from Quinn. He continued his way down to Quinn's stomach and caressed him there, he knew Quinn's was very hard and he didn't have to feel his hardness or look down to know, he could sense it through their bond. Galen decided to completely avoid Quinn's erection and massage his right thigh instead loving the way Quinn was gasping and whimpering due to his ministrations. Quinn moaned as Galen continued his assault on his thigh, the was Galen was massaging and tickling his inner thigh felt amazing and it only served to make him more horny then he already was - if that was possible. Quinn was unconsciously rocking his hips upwards hoping that Galen would touch him where he so desperately wanted to be touched. To Quinn's disappointment Galen stopped kissing him and he wondered if he did something wrong. Galen stared at him in the eyes and Quinn could see nothing but pure love in them, something he'd wanted for a very long time. Galen's hand was getting closer and closer to his throbbing erection when suddenly it stopped causing Quinn to whimper in disappointment. Galen simply smiled lovingly at the boy. "I love you so very much Quinn, that is something you must know, and along with my love for you comes patience meaning that I will do nothing you are not ready for, and if you say you are ready for something simply because you wish to please me but I sense that you aren't ready for it or simply just don't want to I will stop, I want you to understand this because I don't want you to be afraid to tell me 'no', Ok?" Galen said, looking down at Quinn with so much love in his heart. Guardian Angel Ch. 01 Quinn stared at Galen with tears in his eyes, knowing then just how much the angel loved and cared for him. He nodded his understanding to the beautiful angel holding him in his arms. Galen smiled and lowered his lips to Quinn's claiming them once more. He started firmly massaging Quinn's thigh once more and slowly moved it closer to Quinn's throbbing erection. Quinn gasped as Galen cupped his erect penis and gave it a gentle squeeze through the material of his pants. Quinn was rocking his hips upward to meet the hand that was rubbing his hard cock. Galen undid the button on Quinn's pants and then slowly pulled down his zipper, he gently urged Quinn to lift his bottom so he could work down his pants. Quinn's pants were around his ankles now and he was in his briefs which had a wet spot where his cockhead was from leaking precum. Galen began to rub him through his briefs now and Quinn was moaning for more against Galen's mouth. Galen complied with Quinn's pleas for more and began to pull down his underwear so that they were around his ankles along with his pants. Quinn moaned as Galen wrapped his strong hand around his throbbing shaft, he was panting as Galen slowly pumped his shaft. Quinn loved the feel of Galen's strong grip on him, he wanted this to last longer but knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. Galen knew right when Quinn was about to come and began to pump him faster. He stopped kissing Quinn and just looked into his eyes as he came wanting to see his face as it happened. Quinn was moaning loudly now and frantically bucking his hips into Galen's hand. He went completely rigid as he began to spurt his seed, all the while looking into Galen's loving eyes. It was the most beautiful thing Galen had ever seen as Quinn's face contorted as he was brought to orgasm, and he loved the feel of Quinn spasm in his hand as his seed spurt out. Quinn was panting as his orgasm subsided and he wanted to return the favour to Galen but sleep was overcoming him, he rested his head on Galen's strong chest and tried to reach for Galen's manhood but was stopped as Galen took his hand. He looked up questioningly wanting to know why Galen was stopping him. "W-w-w-what a-about y-y-you?" He asked looking into the angel's beautiful eyes. "Watching you was enough for me, my love." Galen replied while bringing Quinn's hand down to feel the wet spot in his cloth. He smiled lovingly at the boy. "You just get some rest, I can tell that you are tired." He said and laid back on the bed keeping Quinn's head on his chest while he wrapped him in his soft wings. As Quinn slowly drifted off to sleep, he felt loved for the first time in a long time, and he was sure that this angel was an answer to his prayers and an end to his sadness. To be continued... Guardian Angel Ch. 01 I couldn't face another long boring Saturday night by myself, nothing on the television and no one to talk to, I needed to get out. I had not been in a relationship for a good few years and didn't have much luck with the opposite sex. To be honest I was lonely and didn't have anyone who I could call a real friend but I didn't let that get me down and tried to enjoy what life I had. Decision made, I had soon showered and shaved. I then took my time dressing, putting on my best clothes, finishing off with a good spray of expensive aftershave. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked quite good for man in my middle years. I decided to head into town and satisfy my needs with a few drinks and eyeing up the women, you never know, it could be my lucky night, I might even meet someone I could get along with and get my first shag in two years. I went to a few different bars, the sights were magnificent, peach shaped arses, long slim legs, sumptuous cleavages, bare flesh on display everywhere I looked, this was my idea heaven but no one showed the slightest bit of interest in me. Time was passing swiftly so I decided to try one last pub and then I would grab a takeaway and head home. Entering the establishment, I moved to the bar and ordered my usual tipple of lager and then settled into a chair, again enjoying the view. I divulged in two more drinks but the time was getting late and the bar was starting to empty. "No chance of meeting anyone tonight, I may as well go home and satisfy myself with a whisky and a wank." I thought to myself. I needed the toilet before I left or I would be bursting by the time I found a taxi and made my way home. I took the last swig of my lager and rose from my stool, to head for the toilets in the far back corner of the pub. As soon as I entered the smell hit me, the toilets were not very well kept and it looked as though someone had thrown up in the long metal trough. Looking around I decided to use one of the three cubicles. All three doors were closed over but I could see none were engaged, I don't know why but I picked the middle door and pushed it open. To my shock and surprise, a young woman was sat on the pot, her skirt was hitched up around her waist exposing her white stained panties. The girl had a trail of what looked like sperm, trailing from the corner of her mouth, it had ran across her chin and dripped down onto her cleavage, running to the top of her low-cut dress. The girls long blonde hair had fallen over her face, I moved it. Shit it was Donna, a young woman who worked in the same company as I did. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just leave her there, she was helpless and would be vulnerable to anyone who came into the toilet. I shook Donna's shoulder, trying to wake her up but I had got no response. I shook her and called her name but she is like a rag doll. Finally I decide to make her stand up, maybe that will wake her. I bend pushing one of my arms under each of Donna's armpits, she is so light and I lift her easily, she groans and slightly opens her eyes. I manoeuvre her round so we move out of the cubicle, her co-ordination is not very good as she speaks. "Are you taking me home." Donna slurs. "Yes, yes but lets get you out of here first." I mumble. Donna stumbles backwards and come to rest against the door frame, her skirt is still around her waist, I know I have to pull it down before we can leave through the pub. Donna's rocking slightly. I take the hem of her dress and try to pull it down, the dress is tight and it take an effort to get it to move and finally it started to lower. My hand brushes against the soft material of her panties and I realised my cock is rock hard, I would have loved to fuck this girl but it wouldn't be right with her in this condition. Her dress was now down but it was so skimpy it hardly covered her perfect, tight little arse, I was amazed she had ever fit into it. Donna now seemed a little livelier, I still had an arm around her as we left the toilets, she rested her head on my shoulder, we probably looked as though we were together to other drinkers but I knew that a forty five years old wreck like me would never get the chance with an eighteen year old girl like Donna. I quickly moved to the door and we were outside, the chill of the autumn air brought a shiver to my spine, I could see it had taken an effect on Donna as well, her nipples were now erect and poking out through her bra and the tight material of her black dress. Looking at her I almost came in my pants, this was the type of girl I had always wanted to fuck. I knew I had to get her home but I had no idea were she lived. "Donna, Donna." I shook her again. "Were do you live?" She giggled, I repeated the process. "On the moon." She said. Stupid cow, with nowhere else to take her, she would have to come back to my house. I flagged down one of the multitude of taxi's that were passing by and soon I had bundled Donna into the back, I sat beside her, giving the driver my home address. It didn't take long and the car pulled up outside my house. I paid the man and helped Donna out, the driver giving me a knowing look. The taxi pulled away and Donna flopped against me, her eyes were rolling, I knew she was almost unconscious as I half carried, half dragged her to my front door. I opened the lock with a great deal of fumbling effort, Donna was now starting to feel awkward and heavy. Finally in, it was with great relief I dumped her on my settee. I needed a drink and poured my self a whisky, which I downed in one gulp. I then turned my attention back to the girl, she had moved to get herself comfortable but she was laid with her legs wide open, giving me an unrestricted view of her panties and the outline of her pussy. With a great deal of effort I managed to pull my gaze away and pour another drink. My cock was at bursting point as I sat down on the end of the settee, again my eyes were drawn to her panties. I knew they were soft, from when my hand brushed against them but now with a clear sight I could see that they were white lace. The material was almost translucent, the strands held together with tiny embroidered flowers, the band of the panties so thin I couldn't understand how it didn't snap. Donna's pussy was clearly visible through her panties, the hood of her clitoris pushing up the material. Her cunt lips seemed to be parted giving the shape of a butterfly in flight. I was in a trance, I don't know how long I sat staring but the off white stains were her cunt opening would be had my full attention. It must be sperm, it couldn't be anything else, Donna must have been fucked in that toilet. I looked at the rest of her, I had forgotten about the snail trail from her mouth to her now heaving chest. I could see it was still there, I moved and kneeled down near her head for a closer look. To me it didn't look like drool, I thought it was definitely spunk, someone had cum in her mouth and she had not been able to do anything about it and had let it trickle down to her tits. I wondered if she had even been awake when her mouth was fucked or if she was already out cold in that toilet. I then started to wonder how many men had dumped their sperm inside her tonight. I knew there had been at least one in her mouth and I moved down so my face was near her panties, they were defiantly stained with cum, so she had taken at least one cock in each of the two orifices. Again my mind was drawn back to my throbbing cock but my face was uncontrollably moving closer to Donna's pussy. I could now smell the stench of the after effects of sex. I was lost, I had never been so close to a gorgeous woman's cunt before in my life and I knew I probably wouldn't get the opportunity again. My tongue came into contact with the material of her panties, immediately I could taste the cum, a mixture of male and female juices but it didn't stop me and I pushed my tongue down harder pressing into the gap between her pussy lips, the taste of cum getting stronger and stronger. I knew I had to go to the next level. I carefully hooked my finger under her spunk stained panties, pulling them to one side, give my tongue unrestricted access. Her pussy lips looked swollen and they were still parted. I could see a glistening between her puffy flesh, I'm sure I can see spunk still swimming in her cunt. I move my finger gently across the folds of her pussy. Suddenly the cum she must have taken earlier starts to trickle from her lips and without warning it turns to a flood. How many times had she been fucked, this was certainly more than one load of cum. I didn't know what to do, her pussy looked a sodden mess. I moved my finger away, her lips closed a little stopping the flow. I don't know what happened next, if it was animal lust or something I just needed to do but I decided to use my tongue and clean her up. I licked one of her cunt lips and then the other, rolling my extended tongue around ever fold of her pussy before bringing my lips into contact with hers. Donna moved slightly but this seemed to open her pussy even more. I knew it was time, I knew she'd had a least one cock depositing its load in her but there was no way I could stop myself and I took the plunge. My taste buds were bombarded with an immense salty taste, suddenly it was if a dam had burst, my mouth was filled with a torrent of spunk and juices, flooding my tongue with a mixture of tastes, how many cocks had she fucked? I guessed it was at least three but I didn't care as I ploughed deeper and deeper into her cunt, my soul was lost in lust. I knew long minutes had passed before my desire for her cunt was satisfied, liquid was running from my chin but I didn't care what it was, I was still in heaven, I had just eaten an eighteen year old cunt, this was more than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams. I then again went back to Donna's cum stained face, even in this state she was beautiful, I took hold of her long, soft blonde hair, it was exactly how I expected it to feel. Her eyelids were closed but I knew they encased her bright blue eyes, her full lips were magnificent, even better with lines of spunk across her perfect creamy skin. Unable to stop myself I pulled down the top of her dress, for some unknown reason I wanted to see if her bra matched her panties, I felt like a total pervert but my ecstasy would not let me stop. The bra was a perfect match, down to the stains of cum. "She must be one dirty little slut." I thought to myself. I eventually let go of her dress and satisfied myself with a grope of her tits, they easily filled my hand. The soft flesh moulding to my grip, I didn't want to squeeze to hard and wake the girl so I continued with my soft caresses. The pain in my groin was now reaching the point of agony, my balls swollen more than they had ever been, as my hard cock strained against its outer flesh. The idea came to me in an instant, Donna had been sucking cock and she had taken a few loads in her pussy, one more wouldn't matter, would it? I had convinced myself, my cock in my hand, I was wanking as hard as was humanly possible, less than twenty strokes and I could feel the pressure build to more than was bearable. My cock exploded, jet after jet of hot cum covering Donna's face, a vast amount landing between her lips and dropping into her mouth. She gave a little cough and I heard her swallow and then no movement at all. I looked at my handy work, my sperm was running down each cheek, dripping onto her neck. Three thick strands of cum went from below her nose and across to her hairline. I had never produced so much sperm in my life, in a strange way I was proud of myself. I put my cock away and sat in the chair opposite Donna. I don't know how long I stared at the girl before I finally fell asleep. I woke with a start my whole body wracked with pain, why the hell had I slept in the chair, then I realised Donna was still here, still asleep, it was not a dream. I needed coffee, my head was thumping, it must have been that whisky. As I stood and moved to Donna, I knew I wanted to feast on her cunt again but I knew that it was out of the question, so I carefully reached over and gently closed her legs, taking one last glance at her panties. Her face was still glistening with the remains of my crusty spunk and the cum of unknown others but there was nothing I could do about that. As I turn to walk to the kitchen Donna woke up. "Welcome back to the land of the living." I say to her and I gave her a big smile, she looked scared, trying to find her bearings. I quickly explain what had happened the night before, how I had found her and how I had brought her to my house. Donna then seemed to relax a little, she seemed relieved that she hadn't slept with me. "The bathroom is at the top of the stairs if you want to freshen up, I'll make you a coffee, you look as though you need it." She mumbled her thanks and quickly left the room. It was a good fifteen minutes before Donna returned, I could see she had washed her face and combed her hair. "Oh my god, I have no memory of what happened last night. Thanks for looking after me." Donna blurts out, she thinks I'm her saviour. Donna swiftly drinks her coffee and thanks me again as she leaves. I had been worried that she might have know that I had eaten her cunt and deposited my cum over her face but she had no recollection at all. I arrived as normal at work on Monday morning, I have a quick cup of tea and settled into my mundane job as a bookkeeper. I worked for quite a large manufacturing business, the company employs close to two hundred people but there is only one person that I want to see. My cock starts to grow as I recall the events of Saturday but again no luck, no sign of Donna. I normally eat lunch by myself, in the canteen and read my newspaper but today to my shock and surprise Donna comes to my table and sits with me. This was the first time since I started here that I had not had lunch alone. We have a good talk about the world in general, she doesn't mention Saturday night, neither do I but my cock is rigid thinking about what happened, then she stuns me. "I'm going out Friday night and you know what I'm like." She laughed and then give me a wide beaming smile, showing her Lilly white teeth. "I think I might need my Guardian Angel again, someone who can look after me when I'm pissed out of my head." She giggles again, my face must have looked a picture of horror, how could she be this open about what she does. "Look I'll be honest with you, I like to fuck and fuck good looking, hunky guys and plenty of them but sometimes I get to the stage when I cannot control or look after myself, I would like it if you could be there to make sure I'm safe. I know I can trust you to look after me." Suddenly I was racked with guilt, I had abuse her trust but I didn't have time to answer before she got up and pecked me my on the cheek. "Thank you, be at The Madison Bar before eight, I'll see you there." And then she was gone. Guardian Angel Ch. 02 This was my first "real" attempt at writing a romantic caper story with a sexy leading man and plucky heroine. I was 20 at the time. * * * * * * * They continued to stand in the office, neither of them saying a word. Sabrina was still in shock from seeing him again, and he was waiting patiently for her to speak. His eyes, as intense as before, enveloped Sabrina in warmth and made her nervous at the same time. What is wrong with me, she thought to herself. This isn't the first time that I've had to conduct a business meeting. The fact that he caught me crying a while ago does not mean anything; I have to move on and take care of business. Sabrina signaled for Linda, her secretary, to leave the room. As soon as the door closed, she cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Cabrezi, please make yourself comfortable." With a nod of her head she directed his attention from her to a chair nearby. She walked back to her desk, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She sat down at her desk and studied him as he sat down. She wasn't sure which side of the man she was attracted to the most; the rugged yet tender side from earlier that day, or the professional that was now before her. "Ms. Thomas. What an honor it is to finally meet you." His voice was deep and seductive. He could make a fortune with a voice like that, Sabrina thought. It reminded her of something that she had read in a magazine about women flocking to men with husky voices, because deep voices mean... She mentally shook herself. Now is not the time for this. "An honor, Mr. Cabrezi? How so?" Cabrezi leaned forward in his chair and said, "Because your reputation is widely known, and I can tell already that it was not exaggerated in the least." He smiled, and Sabrina had to concentrate on not melting on the spot. Sabrina took a deep breath. "Thank you. What did you want to discuss with me this morning, Mr. Cabrezi?" He cleared his throat. "I am here to personally inspect the Angel sculptures for any... flaws." Which means, Sabrina thought, that there are some doubts among the powers that be that the sculptures are real, and they're sending in one of their people to make them sleep better at night. This is what Sabrina feared the most concerning the Angel collection. She knew that it was a normal procedure, but she couldn't help but feel hurt that her superiors sent someone to check up on the artworks that she was able to bring to the museum; the lost "Angel" sculptures of Michelangelo, the most prized finds of the art world, and they were hers. She couldn't help but be protective of them. She met his gaze and nodded her head. "Of course. Please follow me." They rose from their seats at the same time, and he opened the door for her. She lead him through the various hallways of the museum until they reached the room where the sculptures were kept. Sabrina felt strange, remembering the last time she was in this room. She could tell that he also felt awkward about their earlier meeting. She rushed to move things along. "Well, here are the sculptures. I could call one of the maintenance people to help you remove the glass cases for a closer look." His eyes left the sculptures to rest on her. "Thank you, but that is not necessary." She was about to say that it was no trouble to call someone to help him, but she was startled when Cabrezi began to strip. "Wha-what are you doing?" Sabrina was clearly shocked. He had already shrugged off his suit jacket and he paused in taking off his tie to look at her. "I am making myself comfortable, like you asked me to do before." He finished the statement with a grin filled with mischief, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach start up again. Sabrina was a mixture of confusion and excitement. She took a deep breath before she said, "But what does... that have to do with inspecting the sculptures?" Cabrezi had finished with his tie, unbuttoned his cufflinks, and was rolling up the legs of his pants when he looked up at her. "You'll see." He finished his task and straightened, noticing the expression on her face. "I take it that you've never seen this type of inspection before?" She tried but she couldn't stop the laugh that burst out of her at his question. "I think that it's safe to say that." Cabrezi grinned and walked over to the first of the four sculptures. He braced his hands against the glass and began to raise it from the sculpture. Sabrina was still close by, and she was able to see the bunching and relaxing of his back muscles as he performed the task. Sabrina was mesmerized by the sight until she remembered how she had ogled him earlier that morning. She had looked at him like a starving person at a banquet. That was before she found out who he was, but the memory served to remind her that it was not right for her to look at him in any way other than what he was; an art inspector that she hopefully would not see again after this morning. With that in mind, she offered again to call a maintenance person to help. With a small grunt, Cabrezi replied, "There's no need. I am almost finished." And lo and behold, he was done with all four of the glass cases, and he was inspecting each of the four statues. She hadn't realized how long she had been watching him until the beeping of her watch told her that it was 1:00 in the afternoon. They had been in the room for almost two hours! With a sigh, Cabrezi lifted his head from the final statue. He covered the statues in glass once more, and he returned to the floor beside Sabrina. His olive skin glistened with sweat under the room's hot lights, and his hair was loose from where it had been tied back. It was as beautiful as she remembered, and she had to stifle an urge to run her fingers through it. "I am finished, Ms. Thomas, and I am glad to report that the sculptures are authentic." Sabrina didn't know she was holding her breath until she had released it at his words. "I'm very glad to hear that." Now it's time to say goodbye, Mr. Cabrezi, she thought. He continued to watch her with honey-brown eyes that seemed to memorize her every feature. "Ahem, is there any place where I..." Sabrina realized that he had to rearrange his clothes. "Yes! Um, there's a men's room around the corner." Cabrezi smiled. "Thank you. Please excuse me." He strode out of the room, and Sabrina waited patiently until he returned a few minutes later. "Well, Mr. Cabrezi, I believe that our business is done." She held out her hand for a handshake. "Yes, Ms. Thomas, I suppose it is." Cabrezi took her hand, and they were both surprised at the sensation that resulted from the contact. It was like an electrical shock, but pleasant. The touch of skin to skin was innocent, but it caught both of them off guard. Sabrina broke off the handshake, and after a few seconds she recovered her wits enough to say, "Thank you for a rather interesting visit, Mr. Cabrezi." A grin stretched out across his beautiful face, and with amusement in his voice he replied, "It was my pleasure." Sabrina could do nothing but nod her head at his words; it was the same statement that he had made earlier that morning, after he had lended her his handkerchief when he saw that she had been crying. She could do nothing but watch as he turned and walked out of the room. She continued to watch him walk down the hallway that led to the exit, thinking that she had never met a man like him in her entire life. What Sabrina wasn't able to see was the grin that was still on Cabrezi's face as he thought about her, and that he was planning to see her again very soon. Guardian Angel Ch. 02 Quinn woke up with a feeling of happiness like he's never known, he was still in the warm embrace of his angel and he had absolutely no intentions of getting up and ruining the moment. He was still wrapped in Galen's wings and delighted in the feathery softness of them, much softer than any blanket he'd used before. He was actually quite fascinated with Galen's wings, they were pure white, not even a spec of dirt was on them. Quinn brought his hand up and began to carass the soft feathers, as he did this Galen started to make a purring sound; Quinn immediately pulled his hand away as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. When he realized Galen was still sleeping and hadn't woken up he put his hand back and ran it through the soft feathers again; but this time instead of purring, Galen chuckled, and once again Quinn tore his hand away as if being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Quinn looked up at Galen blushing and Galen was just smiling down at him with nothing but pure love in his eyes. "You can touch them if you want Quinn, no need to be shy." Galen said. "W-w-were y-you a-awake th-th-the wh-whole t-t-time?" Quinn asked. "I woke when you first started petting them, but when you pulled your hand away I pretended to be asleep." Galen grinned at Quinn, knowing he was embarrassed. He didn't understand why of course, but then again he thought, Quinn wasn't used to intimacy, and with all the taboos placed on sex by society, he started to realize why Quinn might feel that way. "W-w-w-why d-d-did y-you p-p-pretend?" Quinn asked while his faced maintained the blush he had gotten when Galen woke up. "I wanted you to keep going, to touch and feel my wings like you had wanted since you first saw me. I knew if I woke up you'd stop, so I just pretended to be asleep." Galen chuckled as he watched Quinn go a bit redder, he leaned down and kissed Quinn's forehead lovingly, he smiled as Quinn leaned into his kiss as if to say 'do it again!' And Galen did kiss him again, peppering his face in soft kisses, and this time it was Quinn purring. Quinn decided he loved this most, being wrapped in his angel's strong muscular arms and downy soft feathered wings while Galen mercilessly spread gentle kisses all over his face, he couldn't ask for more. Quinn thought about Galen's reaction when he was caressing his wings, he thought about how he had chuckled and immediately wondered why. "W-w-why d-d-did y-you l-l-laugh w-when I f-f-felt y-your w-wings?" Quinn asked curiously. Galen reluctantly stopped kissing the beauty of a boy he was holding and smiled at Quinn, his cock began to stir as he remembered the innocent carasses he'd recieved from Quinn not long ago. "I laughed because my wings are very ticklish." Galen stated simply. "Th-they're t-t-t-ticklish?" Quinn asked while reaching out to run his hand through the soft feathers once more. "Yes, they are." Galen said, shuddering as Quinn weaved his hand through his feathers. Quinn enjoyed the feeling of Galen shuddering and sometimes chuckling a bit as he ran his hands through the softness of Galen's wings. Quinn grinned as he came across a particularly sensitive part and then began to purposefully tickle him there, forcing Galen into full blown laughter. Galen allowed Quinn to have his fun for a little bit until he was sure he couldn't take the tickling anymore. And with that he flipped Quinn over causing him to shriek in surprise; now Galen was over top of Quinn and in complete control. Galen grinned evilly at the giggling boy beneath him; peeking into Quinn's thoughts he was relieved to see that he felt completely safe and that Galen hadn't scared him. He brought his hands down Quinn's body and then up again gently caressing his sides, and then without warning began to mercilessly tickle him. Quinn immediately began to buck and thrash his body as he laughed uncontrollably, the sound of Quinn laughing was like music to Galen's ears as he never got to hear it that often. "S-s-stop! S-s-stop!!" Quinn shouted through laughter. Had Galen not been able to read Quinn's mind he probably would have been worried that he had hurt him but he could see Quinn was not hurt at all. Galen stopped tickling him and was now back to carressing Quinn's body. Quinn was still naked from the night before and Galen smiled as he saw that Quinn's penis was hard as a rock. Galen reached down and pulled off the small cloth covering his manhood. Up until now Quinn had not seen Galen completely naked and gasped as he seen Galen's 8" member, he felt a little inadequate looking at it as his was only half that; but all those feelings of inadequacy quickly went away as Galen leaned down and kissed him passionately. Quinn sucked in a breath as he felt the angel's member rub up against his own and he began to rock his hips upwards wanting to feel Galen's soft skin against him again. Galen brought his hips down and began to grind himself into Quinn slowly as he listened to him moan. Quinn felt like he was on fire, as if every touch from Galen was an electric shock going through his body and he loved it; he loved the feelings Galen was eliciting from him. Galen suddenly had an idea and stopped completely causing a moan of confusion from Quinn. He rolled off of Quinn and laid down on his side beside Quinn and stared into his eyes, Quinn was looking at him questioningly and started to turn onto his side but Galen stopped him and told him to stay lying down on his back, Quinn obeyed and stayed on his back. "What was it about my wings you liked the most Quinn?" Galen asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear Quinn say it. "I l-l-liked the w-w-way th-they f-f-felt o-on m-m-my s-skin" Quinn answered, wondering what Galen had in mind. Galen's smile grew as Quinn finished his answer, he knew exactly what Quinn wanted but was going to make him ask for it. "What was it you were imagining me doing to you with my wings?" Galen asked grinning evilly as Quinn's face turned at least eight shades of red. "I-I i-imagined th-th-that y-y-you w-were t-t-touching m-me w-with th-them." Quinn said, feeling his face grow hotter as he admitted to it. Galen wasn't quite satisfied with the answer as he knew Quinn was sugar coating it so he wouldn't have to say it, but he wanted Quinn to feel comfortable saying anything he wanted in front of him so he decided to try one more time and if Quinn didn't say it, he'd have to play a little teasing game until Quinn felt so worked up he'd say it. Galen leaned in close to Quinn's ear and whispered "Quinn, I'm afraid that's not specific enough for me, care to tell me where it was my wings were touching you in your imagination?" Galen spoke, putting emphasis on the where. As impossible as Quinn thought it was, he was sure he grew even more redder than he already was, he wanted to say it out loud, he really did, but he was still shy and couldn't bring himself to say it. So instead he just bucked his hips upwards trying to draw Galen's attention to his aching erection hoping that would be enough of an answer for him. Galen held back a chuckle as he admired the sight before him, his beautiful Quinn naked and aching for him moving his hips upwards causing his erection to bob up and down, Galen smiled wickedly thinking of the pleasurable ways he was going to torture his lover. Galen leaned in and gently sucked on Quinn's earlobe causing him to groan. He raised his head and looked into Quinn's eyes, he licked his lips and then placed the tip of his wing on Quinn's inner thigh and gently stroked him there. Quinn took a deep breath and moaned for the umpteenth time this morning. "Was this where you want me to touch you Quinn?" Galen asked, loving the way Quinn squirmed beneath his touch. Quinn was beyond speech and instead shook his head no and thrust his cock in the air wanting badly for Galen to touch him there. "Or was it here Quinn?" Galen asked as he brought his wing up to Quinn's rock hard nipples eliciting yet another moan from Quinn. After paying a considerate amount attention on one peak, he moved onto the next and did the same. By now Quinn was babbling incoherently and writhing beneath Galen's touch; he began bucking more frantically as he felt the tip of Galen's wing tickling the underside of his balls and once again asking if it was here in which Quinn wanted to be touched. Quinn was moaning loudly and didn't care if his neighbours heard him, he just needed to cum! "I-I-I n-n-need i-it!" Quinn was finally able to get out between moans. Galen smiled 'Finally we're getting somewhere' he thought to himself. "What do you need Quinn?" Galen whispered close to Quinn's ears while continuing to tickle his sac. "Ohhhhhhh, ungg ... P-p-please, I-I n-n-need t-t-to be t-touched" Quinn stammered. "Where Quinn?" Galen asked while smiling, obviously loving the way Quinn was reacting to his touch. "uhgn M-m-my P-penis! T-t-touch, P-please!" Quinn said obviously so overwhelmed with need to come that he no longer cared about saying it aloud, he no longer felt that discomfort he had felt before and he realized that was what Galen had been trying to get rid of his entire time by making him say it. Galen grinned as he encircled Quinn's cock in his soft wing and moved it up and down; he knew Quinn wasn't going to be able to come with just that as the grip with his wing wasn't firm enough, but instead would just bring a nice feeling to him. So Galen decided to do this for a little bit and then surprise Quinn with something else. Quinn was humping frantically into Galen's wing and was moaning loudly with the need to come. He soon came to the same realization Galen did just a few moments ago that he needed something firmer and with that he brought his hand down to his cock but before he could reach it Galen pushed his hand away. He looked at Galen in confusion and the angel just smiled at him. Galen manouvered himself so that he was straddling Quinn's thighs; and without any warning engulfed Quinn's cock in the warmth of his mouth. Quinn nearly screamed as he felt his member engulfed in Galen's mouth, his hands flew down to grip Galen's head of their own accord, it wasn't long before Quinn was thrashing as he came; the warm, wet suction were way too much for him, he'd never felt anything so wonderful on his cock before and was unable to hold out much longer. He held Galen's head still as he bucked his hips hard, thrusting as far into Galen's mouth as he could. Galen figured Quinn wouldn't be able to last long; he savoured the taste of his love's thick white cream, swishing it around his mouth before swallowing. He gently suckled Quinn's cock until it was too sensitive and then slowly moved up so he was staring into his beloved Quinn's face; his eyes were clothes, he had a sated smile on his face and was breathing deeply, Galen leaned down and kissed his sweaty forehead and was surprised when he felt a hand grasp his tool. He looked into Quinn's now open eyes questioningly. "I-I w-w-want t-t-to" Quinn said breathlessly. Galen smiled, "Okay" he responded. And with that Galen flipped them over so that Quinn was now over him and had full access to his own throbbing member. Quinn hesitated at first but then slowly reached down again and held Galen's cock in his hand. He moved his hand upwards towards the head and then back down again; he moved his hand down and lightly grasped Galen's sac and just held it. He gently rolled them in his hand like he sometimes did his own, he began to trace the length of Galen's tool with just the tip of his finger and then circled Galen's glans gathering some of the precum leaking from the throbbing member and spread it around the head. Galen groaned at Quinn's virginal touches, he still couldn't bring himself to believe that Quinn would be experiencing his first time with him, and the way Quinn was touching him so innocently was almost too much. He stared down lovingly at Quinn as he grasped his member once more, more firmly this time and began to pump him. Quinn really enjoyed how Galen's cock felt in his hand, he loved watching his hand pump the skin up and down the steel hard penis. He moved his free hand to Galen's balls and began to massage them once more and to his delight Galen groaned. "A-a-am I d-doing i-i-it r-right?" Quinn asked, feeling a little unsure of himself. ""Perfect Quinn, absolutely perfect." Galen responded, smiling down at the beauty between his legs. Quinn smiled at the knowledge he was doing well and began to pump faster and harder eliciting more groans and grunts from the angel of his dreams. By now Galen was squirming beneath Quinn and was humping into Quinn's hand as his impending climax grew nearer. Quinn only stroked harder knowing Galen was near; he wanted to please him just as Galen had pleased him, and not only because of that but also because he wanted to, he didn't feel it was something he had to do because of what Galen had said the night before about patience and being able to wait and he could feel inside him that Galen was telling the truth and would stay true to his word no matter what. And with one final stroke Galen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came to his climax calling Quinn's name. Quinn watched as Galen's juices erupted from his pulsing member and watched as it covered first Galen's chest then belly and continued to milk the last few drops out of him. He let go as the member began to soften and then moved up to beside Galen and wrapped his arms around his angel. Galen wrapped his arms around the boy and gently stroked his back; Quinn looked up into Galen's loving eyes and smiled shyly, Galen returned the smile and leant in and kissed Quinn lightly. He then picked up his precious bundle and carried him through the hall to the bathroom, he sat Quinn down onto the toilet and wetted a cloth to wipe the drying come off of them both. He picked Quinn up once again and brought him to his room, sat him on his bed and looked through his clothes and picked out some jeans and a white button down t-shirt. "Put these on, I'm going to go to your father's room and grab some clothes to wear and then we're going to go out for a walk!" Galen said smiling at Quinn. Quinn liked the idea but then suddenly thought of something "W-w-won't p-p-people s-s-see y-your w-wings?" "No, only you can see them Quinn, only you. To everyone else I'm just an ordinary person, and because of my wings I can't wear a shirt, but everyone else will be under the illusion that I am" Responded Galen. Quinn smiled thinking about that, he liked that only he could see those beautiful wings, he felt special with this knowledge. He also liked the fact that the handsome angel would be topless all the time - and also only for him. "O-o-ok" Galen smiled and then went up to Quinn's father's room and picked out a pair of underwear and jeans. He went back down to find Quinn in the kitchen fully dressed and ready to leave. They quickly made a few sandwiches and grabbed some juice boxes before leaving. "Hang on one moment Quinn, I'm going to grab a few extra drinks incase we end up wanting more. Wait here." Galen said "O-okay." Quinn said, not sure why they would need more as they had enough for the both of them but decided not to question it. Galen went into the house and closed the door leaving Quinn outside, he passed the kitchen and ran up to Quinn's bedroom and went into the back of his closet, grabbed what he was looking for and shoved it in the bag with the food and went back outside to where Quinn was waiting for him. "S-s-so w-w-where a-are we g-going?" Quinn asked. "It's a surprise." Galen responded smiling down at Quinn. "I-i d-don't l-like s-s-surprises!" Quinn said, pouting a bit at Galen. Galen laughed and ruffled Quinn's hair as they moved closer to their destination. "I know you don't like surprises, but I'm not about to tell you so you'll have to wait and be surprised." "F-fine." Quinn said, wondering where it is Galen was taking him. Galen smiled, he was sure Quinn would like where they were going; the rest of the walk was silent, not an awkward silence, more of a peaceful silence, as though they didn't need to speak, they just knew what the other was thinking and understood one another perfectly. Quinn started to recognize the path they were taking through the woods, at first he thought he might know where they were going but quickly decided that probably wasn't it and instead just some short cut to another place. He began to think about his 'special' place as he liked to call it, he hadn't visited there since he was 16 years old. "Close your eyes, I'll lead you." Galen told Quinn. "O-okay." Quinn responded and then closed his eyes. He left them open just a little so he could see where his angel was taking him. But then he seen Galen's wings come up and cover his eyes and could no longer see where he was going. "In case you decide to peak." Galen said with a smirk as he covered Quinn's eyes. He started to lead Quinn but then realized the height difference was making it kind of hard to do so and instead scooped Quinn's small body in his arms and carried him. Quinn was caught a little off guard but certainly wasn't complaining about being swept off his feet by Galen. He put his right arm around Galen's neck and then rested his other against Galen's muscular chest. "We're almost there, Quinn." Galen said, he knew they were pretty close and would be there within 5 minutes. "R-r-really? C-c-can I-I h-have a h-hint a-at l-l-l-least? I-I w-wanna kn-know!" Quinn asked, genuinely curious as to where it was Galen was taking him. Galen chuckled at Quinn's attempt to find out before getting there. "You'll know as soon as we get there, no hints." Galen responded Quinn let out a sigh and rested his head back on Galen's strong chest. He really wanted to know where they were going, if there was one thing he couldn't stand it was surprises. He'd been that way since he was a child and instead of some big build up, he just wanted to know right away. He was taken from his thoughts as he felt Galen come to a complete stop. Galen leaned his head down and kissed Quinn's forehead and then dropped the backpack he was carrying onto the ground. "We're here." He said. "C-can I-i l-look n-n-now?" Quinn asked. Galen grinned, "I don't know, I figured I'd just keep your eyes covered for a little longer, you're real adorable when you're frustrated." he said, chuckling a bit. "Th-that's n-n-not f-f-fair! I-I r-really w-w-wanna s-s-see!" Quinn argued. Galen leant down and pecked him on the lips in response then removed his wing from Quinn's eyes, allowing him to see. Quinn gasped as hee seen where they were, Galen HAD taken him to his special place. It was a place he had stumbled upon when he was just 13, he was running away from some kids who wouldn't stop picking on him and just kept running without looking back until he couldn't run anymore and that was how he found this place. It was a small clearing in the woods surrounded by trees and bushes with a pond at its center. This place always made him feel at peace, he would come here whenever he had a bad day or even if he didn't and he would just lay down on a blanket he'd brought and listen to the birds chirping and the small animals running around; they never judged him or hurt him, they just left him in peace and went along with their routine, he wondered why the people at his school couldn't just do that. Galen watched as Quinn took in the scene around him, he interlocked his fingers with Quinn's and leant down and kissed the crown of his head. "I love you Quinn." Quinn leaned back into his angel's embrace and rested his head on his shoulder, only now it hit him exactly how much Galen knew about him - everything. And he was glad Galen knew everything, no one else did, and now he had someone who understood him and loved him without condition. "I-i l-l-love y-you t-t-t-too." Quinn replied, looking up into Galen's eyes. Galen covered Quinn's lips with his own and kissed him passionately, he tasted every part of Quinn's mouth, every small crevice, he ran his tongue along Quinn's teeth and gently nibbled his bottom lip. Quinn was in ecstasy and felt himself get hard instantly. Galen reluctantly pulled away from Quinn ending the kiss and then stared into his sea blue eyes after removing his glasses. Guardian Angel Ch. 02 "I have another surprise for you, love." Galen said smiling. "W-w-what i-i-is i-it, p-p-p-please d-don't m-make me w-wait!" Quinn said, wanting to know what it was. Galen opened the zipper of the backpack and searched around for the items he had grabbed from Quinn's bedroom before leaving. When he found them he pulled them out for Quinn to see. Quinn let out yet another gasp as he seen what Galen had pulled out, he had grabbed all of Quinn's art supplies. Having Galen bring him here was fantastic, but seeing him pull out the art supplies was like icing on the cake. Quinn always loved to paint or draw the area that gave him so much peace, whenever he did it felt as though he were taking a part of it back home with him, just looking at a picture of this place made him feel at peace, so he had one in his locker and his bedroom and quite a few places in the house. Aside from Quinn's father and the few people in Quinn's art class that noticed him, nobody else knew that he liked art; well now he could add Galen to that list. "Draw something for me?" Galen asked while he gently kissed the nape of Quinn's neck. He always loved Quinn's artwork, he was actually quite good at it, although Quinn didn't really think so, he figured he was mediocre at best. "Y-yes" Quinn answered. He decided he'd do a sketch of the pond, it was something he could never get tired of drawing. He grabbed all of the things he needed, put his glasses back on and sat back into Galen's lap facing the pond and began to work. Galen had his arms wrapped around Quinn and watched as he began his drawing. It was very quiet and peaceful, all that could be heard was the birds chirping and the squirrels and all sorts of other small animals running around. Quinn was the first to break the silence. "W-w-what's i-it l-l-like?" Quinn asked, still drawing the pond. "What's what like?" Galen asked, not sure what Quinn was referring to. "W-w-where y-y-you l-lived b-b-before." Quinn responded. "It's very hard to explain, but I'll give it a try." Galen said. "I know a lot of people think its up above in the skies, but honestly, its right here, you just can't see us. There are different sorts of 'spirits', there are those who have angelic status, and of those there are many different classes of angels such as messenger angels, guardian angels, or arch angels. Arch angels are the highest, guardians are the next in line, messenger angels are a little bit lower, not that they're any less than an arch or a guardian, their range of power is just limited. I'm not going to go through all of the different classes of angels because that would take too long as there are many different classes, nor am I going to go through all of the different types of spirits, I'll just stick to the human spirits and he angels to keep it simple as possible. Now, the angels are pure good, we don't have it in us to do any harm, now here's where most people get mixed up, people seem to think that angels don't feel much emotion other then love or kindness. That only applies to every class of angel BUT the guardian angels. Guardian angels experience all different emotions, whether it be anger or love. The difference between guardian angels and humans is that guardian angels don't have it in them to act on an emotion such as anger, they are able to act on love or any GOOD emotion, but anything like anger we do not act upon, we feel it but do not act. The reason that Guardian angels feel more emotions than the other classes of angels is because when a human spirit goes to earth and they are put in our care, we form a bond with their spirit, and all of the trials that human is put through, we feel as well." "W-w-why d-d-does a-a h-human s-s-spirit c-c-come t-t-to e-earth?" Quinn asked, wondering why any spirit would want to come here. "It is a test, unlike angels, there are human spirits who are not pure good, so to filter out the ones who aren't good, every 20 years - according to earth time because time does not exist where we live - spirits are sent to earth, and that is how we can tell whether your soul is good or not, your memory of your spirit life is taken away from you until you complete your life on earth. And depending on your actions on earth will determine whether you will be accepted back in or sent straight back to earth. And if you don't get it the second time your just sent back again, and this cycle continues until the bad is filtered out. Now, I said every 20 years a soul is sent to earth but that is just the standard, some souls are sent back to earth sooner if they just barely passed the purity test, and there are some souls who don't get sent back until 50 years because they did really well, and then there are souls who don't get sent back at all because they did extraordinary." "D-d-d-do th-they u-u-usually s-s-send g-g-g-g-guardian a-angels t-to e-earth to m-m-meet th-th-the p-p-person th-they a-are l-looking a-after?" Quinn asked while grabbing his eraser. "There are actually quite a few people who meet their guardian angel, though they do not know it. If someone is heading down the wrong path a guardian angel is given three times in which they can intervene and try and help them. Think of it like a math test, your given the test, and then on that test there may be bonus questions and if you get them right then you redeem whatever marks you lost on the overall test. That's what it's like when an angel intervenes during one of those three times. They could show up as a person who you walk by on a path who has been beaten severely, if you help them, you get those bonus marks, if you don't then you get nothing, only difference between my math test example is that if you don't help them, you not only lose those extra marks, you get marks taken away from you." "Wh-who w-wouldn't h-h-help s-s-someone wh-who h-h-has b-b-been h-h-hurt?" Quinn asked, not understanding how anyone would be able to just walk by in a situation like that. "You would be surprised how many people simply don't care. That is actually quite a common one used, it's been passed more times then failed, but not by much. Now, what IS rare is the kind of situation I have with you, not a lot of people will meet their guardian angel and be allowed to KNOW it is their guardian angel and have them there for the rest of their life. That only happens in special situations, when someone has not been given a fair shot and is genuinely a good person and needs someone with them. And often like in our situation, they meet their angel when they are a teenager. And for a guardian angel to be able to do this they must go to the panel of arch angels and explain why they believe the person they are caring for NEEDS to have them with them permanently, and the arch angels will decide amongst themselves whether they agree or not, and it must be a unanimous decision." By now Quinn was putting the finishing touches on his art piece, he really liked listening to Galen speak to him, hearing his voice made him feel better. He finished his artwork and then laid his head back on Galen's shoulder. He realized how hungry he was when he felt his stomach begin to growl. "C-c-can w-we e-eat n-now?" Quinn asked. "Ofcourse we can." Galen said smiling. He reached for the bag and pulled out the sandwiches, handing one to Quinn. "I-is th-there n-n-no G-god?" Quinn asked, suddenly realizing Galen said nothing about God. "We don't call it God, actually we don't really have a name for it, we just refer to it as the 'Supreme Being'. Now that is one thing that is very hard to explain, it is neither male nor female, it created earth as a place to send the human spirits for their tests but it didn't create the spirits themselves, we were just there." "Th-th-that's c-c-confusing" Quinn said after taking a bite of his sandwich. "I know, it's very hard to explain" Galen said. Quinn was lying down now while eating his sandwich, his head was resting in Galen's lap. Galen finished his sandwich and began running his fingers through Quinn's soft blond hair. Galen felt protective of his Quinn, he found it hard to keep his hands off of him, it was as if he were making up for all of the years he couldn't just reach out and hold Quinn in his strong arms, all the years he was unable to protect him from the other boys who picked on him - he was making up for it. Galen began to put all of the things they'd brought back into the bag. Quinn watched this and was a little confused. "A-a-are w-w-we l-leaving?" Quinn asked. "We have to, or we'll be late." Galen said. "L-late f-f-for w-what?" Quinn inquired. "Another surprise." Galen replied with a grin after scooping Quinn into his arms and walking back the way they came. To be continued... Guardian Angel Ch. 02 I arrived home from work as normal but I was off tomorrow, so this was the start of my long weekend. Another boring night to look forward to. After a microwave curry I decided to turn on my computer and see what was happening in the big wide world. I first logged onto my Facebook account, I only have twenty six friends but I had a look anyway. To my astonishment I have a new friend request, its from Donna. My fingers are shaking as I click the "Accept Friend." Button. I quickly look through her home page and then find her photo albums, my cock is already in my hand, as I enter her profile pictures. In the first Donna looks drunk, dressed in a skin tight ruffled white mini-dress, she is bending slightly forward, her cleavage bulging out of the top of the revealing outfit. Her legs were clad with white stockings, the lace tops not covered by the shortness of the dress. I was stroking my cock furiously but I don't want to cum to soon, so I have to slow my pace. In the second photo Donna is sat down with a group of people, in what looks like a bar. Again she is wearing a short dress but this time it is midnight blue, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes gleaming but the best part was her legs were slightly open and her white panties were clearly visible. Shit, my cock erupted, I was covered in jet after jet of my hot cum. After cleaning myself up, I returned to the computer screen, viewing more and more images of this goddess. Holiday snaps of her in various bikini's that hardly covered any of her fabulous body. Pictures of Donna on nights out displaying her in the skimpiest of clothes, always surrounded by a gang of men. My cock had regained its erection and I made sure I wanked over every image. I finally reached the last album entitled "XXX", it was lots of pictures of Donna in various states of undress but she didn't show her tits or pussy. The shots were mainly of her in bra's and panties but this was enough to make me cum again. I was about to log off but decided to click back to her profile and look at her friends list, I was interested to see who else would be wanking over her tonight. "Friends:- 1." That couldn't be right, what as she playing at? I was the only one on her list. When suddenly a message popped up. "Are you still Cumming tomorrow night. LOL". It was from her, my deflated cock once again sprang to life. I immediately answered her. "Yes, I will be there." I waited for the next fifteen minutes but there was nothing more from Donna. Saturday evening finally came and I arrive at the Madison bar about eight. The bar was empty, I ordered a drink. Talking to the barmaid, she tells me not many people come in before nine. I settle down with my lager. After about ten minutes, I am half way through my pint, when I see Donna enter the pub with a group of four men. Donna looked amazing, she was wearing a deep red, green and cream tartan pleated skirt, that just about covered her panty line, white socks with black ribbons that fastened just above her knee. A tight white blouse, the bottom tied up in a knot, exposing her midriff, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of her pink bra. A burgundy and white striped tie around her neck completed her outfit. She looked like a perfect slutty schoolgirl. Donna walks past me but doesn't say a word, she winks her eye as she passes by and takes a seat with the men. My mind starts to wander, is she going to fuck all of these guys or has she already been fucked. My cock is hard as I stare at her. After five of ten minutes of banter at the table, Donna gets up and I see her head into the gents toilets. I quickly follow, the group of men take no notice of me. I quietly open the door and enter, there are four cubicles, I cannot see Donna but know she must be in one of them. I drop to the floor and look though the gaps at the bottom of each door. I can see her feet in the second cubicle. As I stand up, I hear the toilet door open, I quickly jump into the third cubicle and lock the door. I can hear the next cubicle door squeak open and Donna laughs as the man enters. I hear a zip open, it must be his. I then listen to him gasp as he starts to speak. "Suck me bitch, suck my cock you fucking slut." It takes me a moment to pluck up the courage, I then undo the lock and open the door and sneak a peek into the next toilet. Donna is sat down, the view of her obscured by the man. His back is towards me and his hips are bucking relentlessly towards Donna's face. She is now gagging on his meat but takes a grip on his arse, she wants more. I again hear someone open the main toilet door, I nip back into my hiding place. I hear the voice of another man. "Get her up Dave and you sit on the bog. She can still suck you while I fuck her." I could hear them moving around and then moments later I heard Donna yelp, again I sneak a quick glance, the second man is balls deep in her cunt. Her screams are muffled by the cock jammed down her throat but she doesn't seem to want it to stop. I quietly leave the toilets and I retake my seat at the bar, over the next twenty minutes all four men have entered the toilet, more than once and I guessed they had all fucked Donna hard, filling both her mouth and cunt with their discharge. Another few minutes pass by and then Donna reappears, she walks past me, her legs seem a bit wobberly but she gives me a smile, sticking her tongue out slightly, I can see the sperm still in her mouth, coating her teeth. What a slut, my cock is ripping at the material of my trousers in its quest to escape its prison. Not long after the men get up and leave Donna sitting alone at the table, do I go over? Before I have chance to move she is joined by another bloke. They chat for a minute and then he goes to the bar and gets two drinks before returning to her. They laugh and joke with each other, I can see his hand on her leg, how I wish it was me in his position. They quickly down the drinks and he returns to the bar for refills. When he sits back down he starts to whispering in her ear, her face is beaming with a wide grin. I can see his hand has moved under the hemline of her skirt and she is showing no sign of resistance. They then get up and leave, I follow. The night is quite warm for the time of year. I keep my distance as I try not to get noticed. The mans hand is under Donna's skirt and gripping her arse cheek as they walk along. They stop now and again to share a kiss, each time the mans hand moves to her tits and gives them a rough squeeze. They turn into a small park, surrounded by trees. They walk over to the tree line and stop. I find a place were I have an unobstructed view but I'm still hidden enough so they cannot see me. Donna quickly drops to her knees and soon opens the mans trousers, without waiting she starts to suck his cock. I can see her taking big mouthfuls of his flesh. He grabs both handfuls of hair as he starts to fuck her face. He must have been close to Cumming as he removed his cock from her face. He drags her back to her feet and has soon removed her blouse, he then turns her round and he bends her over pushing her skirt up and pulling her panties down. He wastes no time before his cock is deep in her cunt and his hands are full of her tits. I am close enough to hear her muffled screams as he fucks her hard from behind. He doesn't last long, I hear his loud grunt and moments later he is fastening his pants. Without a word he leaves Donna and quickly makes his way out of the park. Donna stands up straight, looking around as if she is lost. She takes a step forward but the panties around her ankles cause her to fall. I run the short distance to her but she is out cold, unconscious from the alcohol. I need to get her dressed, I take hold of her gooey panties and with a struggle manage to pull them back up, making sure I take a long look at her gaping cunt hole, I need to fuck her but not now. I pick her up and lean her against a tree as I attempt to put her blouse back on, it takes a few minutes but finally her arms are back in the sleeves and I start to fasten the buttons. Suddenly an animal lust bursts through me and I cannot help myself, before I know what is happening my hands are under her bra, both filled with the soft flesh of her tits. I grab and squeeze at her breasts and nipples, maybe a little to roughly and a soft moan leaves Donna's mouth, bringing me back to my senses. I finished buttoning her top and with my arm around her waist helped her to walk. She was still barely coherent but she was managing to stumble along, we quickly made it to the main road and after checking her appearance, making sure she was decent, I flagged down a taxi and we were soon outside my house. After we enter the house and go into the living room, Donna takes up her position on the settee and is soon again unconscious. I know tonight I am going to do things to this girl but I want to take my time with this slut, now I know she would remember nothing in the morning. I poured myself a whisky and sat opposite Donna, taking in the glory of her young body and planning what I would do, finishing my drink I knew it was time and I removed all my clothes. He legs were already spread as I moved my head to within an inch of her pussy, taking a deep breath and revelling in the aromas of her well used cunt. My hand moved onto the material of her panties, they were still wet and sticky with cum as I traced the outline of her lips and clit before pulling the elastic to one side and exposing her still open hole. I start to finger fuck her pussy, slowly easing my finger in a centimetre at a time. There is no tightness to her pussy, just a wetness of mixed juices. Soon I was in as far as I could go, I then start to work my finger in and out before adding a second and then a third but there was still room for more. My cock was aching as I started to have a wank but I knew this time that a wank was not enough, I had to take it to the next level. Removing my cum drenched fingers, I take a hold of her leg and pull her round, spinning her body so her arse is perched on the edge of the cushion. I wanted to take her panties off but I know I will have trouble getting them back on, after I had finished with her pussy. I cant resist any longer and start to rub the head of my cock across the folds of her cunt flesh before plunging my cock deep into her. She was so wet my balls were resting against her arse, she had taken my full cock on the first stroke. I withdraw so only the head of my cock is still inside her and then again give her my full length, there is no reaction from Donna. Ten more strokes and my cock erupts, I know I have flooded her cunt walls but I leave my cock inside until it has fully deflated before I pull it out. My cock it is followed by a stream of spunk. Donna looks amazing as I scooped up the dripping sperm and massaged it into the soft hair above her pussy. I finish by groping her tits and wiping the remaining cum from my hand onto her blouse. I have another drink and sit staring at Donna, my cock is soon hard again. I need more and I fuck her again but this time more slowly. I can feel the pressure building to the point of no return and I pull my cock out of her pussy and swiftly move it to her face, the first jet of sperm splatters across her lips. Quickly I turn my cock and spray my remaining cum over her blouse and exposed stomach. I again fall asleep in the chair, the next thing I know is Donna shaking me awake. I takes a moment for my eyes to come into focus, I can tell she has been in the bathroom and tidied herself up. She tells me she has to go and I stand up. Donna leans over and gives me a peck on cheek, as he does, she rubs herself against me, a little to hard. "I should keep a change of clothes here, save me doing the walk of shame." She joked, I agreed with her, at least I knew she would be back. Guardian Angel Ch. 03 This was my first "real" attempt at writing a romantic caper story with a sexy leading man and plucky heroine. I was 20 at the time. * * * * * * * * * * The night was cold and foggy. The moon was barely visible in the mists of the seaside area where a man walked alone. Raphael Cabrezi made his way down the deserted dock, his eyes searching the darkness around him. He was looking for someone, a man that was both widely known of and a complete enigma. The man who had hired him. As he walked, Rafe's mind wandered back to the events that occurred a few hours before. He thought about what went on at the museum, and he wondered at the mystery that was Sabrina Thomas, the woman that he could not get out of his mind since he first saw her earlier that day... He remembered that he had a few hours to kill before his appointment that morning, so he had decided to tour the museum to get acquainted with the art that he was supposed to "observe." After a half hour and more than a few wrong turns, he finally found the room where the highly prized Angel sculptures were being displayed. He had felt himself gravitate towards the classic and ancient beauty of those special works of art, and for a moment he noticed nothing else in the room. The Angel sculptures of Michelangelo. They were every bit as lovely as he had imagined. The sculptures were created in the early 16th century; probably between 1503 and 1505, which was soon after his "David" statue was finished, Rafe had recalled. He had done his homework on the subject, but nothing could prepare him for the real thing. He was completely blown away, and he continued to watch the statues as if he was under a spell. Rafe remembered that his concentration on the sculptures had been broken when he heard the soft sound of a woman weeping behind him. He had turned just in time to see the woman remove her hands from her teary face, and he was mesmerized. She was absolutely beautiful. He had noticed that she kept her eyes closed, and he realized that she didn't know that he was there. Part of him wanted to leave her alone with her grief, and he had almost left the room when something inside urged him to pause. A larger, more foreign part of him wanted him to stay. He stood in the doorway, his instincts warring over whether or not he should make himself known to her, help her. He walked over to her and offered her his handkerchief. He remembered her reaction to his presence; she had been shocked and embarrased at being caught in such a private moment. She had left the room soon after, and he was slightly disappointed that he didn't catch her name. Of course, Rafe thought with a smile, that was what I thought before I walked into that office. He was as shocked as she had been when they met again. The brief meeting went well and soon he was able to follow through with his mission, which was the inspection of the sculptures. They were authentic, and phase one of the plan had been completed. Now let the games begin, Rafe thought as he returned to the present. He continued to walk down the dock, keeping his eyes peeled for signs of his assigned contact. He finally stopped at a pier and checked his watch. 11:55 pm. The meeting with his new employer was scheduled for midnight. As the last five minutes ticked by, Rafe found that his thoughts turned once again to Sabrina. He was impressed by her professionalism during their earlier meeting, but something told him that she was not everything that she seemed to be. She was like a rose; she had many layers to her, but each one must be opened with a careful hand to discover the wonders inside. Yes, he thought, there is a lot more to her than meets the eye. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the sudden flashing of lights in the distance. He checked his watch again and discovered that it was exactly midnight. He put his hands in his coat pockets and slowly walked towards the lights. The lights turned out to be the headlight beams of a limousine. As Rafe drew near, the doors of the limousine opened and two heavily-muscled men came out. One of the men stepped closer to Rafe while the other glanced around the boardwalk for any other late-night strollers. Finding none, the observant one signaled the big man in front of Rafe. The big man stepped forward, regarding Rafe with a calculated stare. "Are you Cabrezi?" Rafe cleared his throat and said, "Yes. Are you the one that I'm supposed to see?" The big man glanced at his companion before answering. "No. He sent us to escort you to the meeting place. Come with us, please." The limo ride was long and tension-filled. The men stared at Rafe for the entire duration of the trip, and all of his questions concerning the mysterious employer were met with stony silence. He was not able to see where the limo was going because the night was so dark, and something told Rafe that he was probably better off not knowing where he was headed. The limousine finally came to a stop, and the two men ushered Rafe out of the vehicle. He was led into a building that appeared to be abandoned except for a few floors on the top. Rafe was guided through several long hallways that were illuminated only by moonlight. The men then accompanied him on a service elevator which brought them to the very top floor. Another long hallway awaited them, and Rafe observed that it was highly decorated with art from all over the globe. At the end of the hall were two of the largest doors that Rafe had ever seen. They look like they could take on a World War without a scratch, he thought as he looked at the shiny steel that made up the doors. The two men opened the doors and pulled him inside. The room was decorated with exquisite furnishings; Rafe was impressed by the obvious style and care of the person who put the arrangements together. With one quick glance around the room, Rafe was able to recognize several art pieces that were well worth over $1,000,000 each. "Who the hell is this guy," Rafe couldn't help but wonder aloud. Rafe didn't expect his question to be answered, so he was surprised when he heard a rumbling voice behind him. "Who am I, you ask? Sorry, but I'm not the type who rushes into introductions." Rafe began to turn around to discover the owner of the voice, but the rather large man from the limo ride clearly had other ideas. The big man suddenly lashed out and trapped Rafe's head between his meaty palms, preventing Rafe from turning his head. The mystery boss remained behind Rafe and the big man, sizing up the situation. After a minute, the enigma sighed and said, "Release him, Roscoe." The chunky hands fell away from Rafe's face, and Rafe was able to breathe again. The boss motioned for the men to leave him and Rafe alone. As the big man and his partner left the room, Rafe couldn't resist saying, "Don't forget to clip those nails, Freddy Kreuger." The mystery boss laughed, and Rafe turned towards him and got his first view of... a man wearing a black mask. "Why all the secrecy?" Rafe was genuinely curious. The boss motioned for Rafe to take a seat. "Pardon me, but it is of no concern of yours. Please let us get down to business." The masked boss sat down at his desk, smooth as silk in his approach. "Mr. Cabrezi. It is a great honor indeed to have a man of your talents in my presence." Rafe knew the procedure; whenever he signed up with a new employer who had a taste for rare and valuable art, he always heard the same thing at the first meeting. How much of an honor it is to have the exceptional Raphael Cabrezi working for them... the man of a thousand ways, a thousand skills. Raphael Cabrezi, art expert, art afficionado... and art thief. Rafe held up a hand to prevent the boss from saying any more. "Please, I've been in this business too long to waste time listening to empty flattery. Could we possibly skip this farce and 'get down to business' like you so thoughtfully suggested?" The eyes beneath the mask glittered under the room's lights, and the boss threw his head back and released a forced laugh. "Indeed, Cabrezi. I like the way you think. You have seen the sculptures, have you not? They are very lovely, but are they real?" "They are authentic." The boss released a pent up breath at the revelation. "Real." Another laugh. "I had to be sure before we proceed." Rafe leaned forward in his chair and looked the boss directly in the eyes. "Now that you know that the Angels are real, it's time to discuss my fee." The boss cleared his throat. "The Angels, if brought to me unscathed, are worth $20,000,000 each. Since there are four sculptures, that brings everything to eighty million in total. I want them, Cabrezi. You are the only one skilled enough to get them, so I am willing to pay you five million now and another five once you've successfully brought the Angels to me." Rafe's mind was going a mile a minute. "I accept your proposal. I need to have the official up-to-date blueprints and layout of the museum, and I need three weeks to prepare." The boss' eyes shone beneath the black mask. "Of course. These things take time. Now that it's settled, I bid you a good evening." The boss got up from his chair and opened the huge steel doors. With a snap of his fingers, the boss summoned the two men who were waiting outside the door. The big man, Roscoe, was carrying a briefcase. Rafe got up from his chair and took the briefcase from Roscoe. Rafe opened the briefcase and inspected the contents. All five million dollars were there. As soon as he closed the briefcase, the two beefy men began to lead Rafe away from the room. Rafe briefly hesitated, saying to the boss, "We never discussed what I should call you." The masked man's mouth hinted at a smile. He motioned for the men to continue leading Rafe back outside, back to the darkness from which they came. As the service elevator began to lower Rafe and the other men back to the ground floor of the building, Rafe heard the boss' voice as it echoed from above. "Call me nothing." Guardian Angel Ch. 03 I decided to put this chapter in Quinn's perspective so please let me know whether you like it better this way or the other. Feedback is greatly appreciated, so if you have some constructive criticism, or any suggestions you would like considered for where the story should go, please leave a comment! (This chapter begins where the second chapter left off) -------------------------------- I buried my face in Galen's chest as he carried me back the way we came. I really wanted to know where it was he was going to take me, but I'd given up on asking him because it was obvious he wasn't going to tell me. All he told me was that it is a surprise and that I'd like it, nothing else. After awhile of walking we arrived back at my house, I didn't know why, but whatever the reason, we were here. "We have to get a few things before we go." Galen said after putting me down infront of the door. "W-w-what d-do we n-need?" I asked, hoping this would be some clue as to where we were going. "You'll know if I tell you." He answered with a bit of a smirk. Sometimes I feel like he knows exactly what I'm thinking, it isn't fair. "F-fine." I said. "Don't worry Quinn, you'll know where we're going soon enough. Now just stay here while I go get what we need." He said as he began to walk upstairs with my backpack. I sat down at the kitchen table and waited for him. I could hear a closet door open upstairs and a few things rustling and then I just heard footsteps.I was starting to think back on what had happend so far since yesterday after I had been completely humiliated infront of the class. If it hadn't been for Galen I'm not sure what it is I would've done. I remember thinking how much I just wanted to die as I ran home, ofcourse it was not have been the first time I've thought things like that, I've never acted upon those thoughts, or even tried to, but I think if Galen hadn't have shown up I might have done something stupid. I wonder what it is I'm going to do about Monday, I can't go back to school, not after what happend. My teacher probably thinks I'm some disgusting pervert and the whole school undoubtedly knows what happend and as a result know I'm gay. They didn't treat guys they thought were gay too well at my school, and they already didn't treat me well so having them know will only make things worse, won't it? I was snapped out of my daze when I heard Galen coming down the stairs, I really want to know where it is he is taking me, I hate surprises. I noticed he wasn't carrying my bag anymore. I looked up to his face, God he really is beautiful, I still can't quite understand how such a beautiful man can love someone like me. But I don't doubt it, that he loves me that is, I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me, he must be blind or something because no one that beautiful in their right mind can love someone like me. I'm the ugly duckling and he is the beautiful swan. And yet, he does love me, its confusing really. "Quinn?" He said, snapping me back to reality, even his voice is beautiful. "Y-yes?" I stammered, I hate my stutter. "We have to go now, or we'll be late." He says, I swear he knows what I was just thinking moments ago. "K-kay" I said as I turned around to go for the door with him behind me. I closed the door as we walked out and turned to lock it, I felt his hands on my shoulders as he began to massage me. "You know I love you, right?" He said. Yep he deffinitely knew what I was thinking about. "Y-y-yes." I was getting hard, he needed to stop massaging me before it became obvious. "I l-love y-y-you t-too." "I know you do Quinn." He said right before kissing the top of my head. He stopped massaging my shoulders but by then I was fully hard, I was glad that my pants were loose and I was wearing tight briefs because it wasn't that obvious. I turned around to face him and as soon as I did he leant down and kissed me passionately on the lips. That deffinitely wasn't good for my boner as I felt it throb against my underwear. I put my arms around him and he picked me up again, I like it when he does that, it makes me feel protected and safe when I am in his arms. I wonder what people think when they see Galen walking by with me in his arms, I imagine some would feel jealous, that I am with this extremely beautiful man. "S-so w-what a-a-are we d-doing f-for d-dinner?" I hate the silence. "Not sure, what would you like for dinner?" He responds. "I d-don't know, I c-c-can't c-cook. W-we c-could o-order p-pizza." I actually can cook, I just don't want to, ofcourse it makes no sense to lie as he probably already knows the truth; but I'm afraid if I say I can cook he'll ask me to, and then I won't be able to say no. This way he won't ask, hopefully. "I know you can cook, don't lie." Shit. I shouldn't have lied, he's a flippin angel for God's sakes ofcourse he knows what I can and cannot do. "I-I'm s-sorry." I'm blushing now. "Don't be, you don't need to cook though, we can just lie on the couch together and wait for the pizza, sound good?" He emphasizes 'together' by squeezing me tighter to him. I look into his face and he's smirking, he really is beautiful, there aren't enough words in the english language to describe how incredibly beautiful he is. I smile up at him, I still haven't quite gotten used to the fact that my angel is here with me right now, but I'm glad he is, I don't know how I got as far as I did without him. "W-why do y-y-you c-carry me a-around e-e-everywhere?" I know that's random but I've been wondering that for awhile now. "Would you prefer me to put you down?" He asked with a smile. "I-I'm j-just c-c-curious." I respond. Why does he answer questions with more questions? "Well, I like having you as close to me as possible, that way I know you're safe. This is new for me too you know, 18 years have gone by and I haven't been able to lay a finger on you. I guess I'm just taking advantage of the fact that I can touch you now. But if you'd feel more comfortable walking, don't be afraid to let me know." Who the hell would be more comfortable walking when they could be carried by this hunk of a man? But I didn't say that, instead I blushed and went with "I-I like i-it th-this w-w-way." "I like it this way too, but I'm gonna have to put you down, because we're here." He said smiling. I didn't even realize we had stopped. I looked ahead as he set me down on the ground and couldn't believe where we were. I felt my jaw drop, I've been wanting to see this since it came out but hadn't been able to because the tickets were sold out, well I thought they were anyway. We were at the theatre where 'We Will Rock You' is playing, it was supposed to be a really good production of it, which is why it sold out. But how the hell did Galen get tickets when he had barely been here a day? This must me some kind of a mistake. "I know you think this is a mistake." Galen said. "But it's not, it's hard to explain, but it is not a mistake." "H-how?" I asked, he couldn't just not tell me! I had to know! "A friend." He responded as if it was nothing. A friend? He hasn't left me since he's been here, has he? No he hasn't, I'm sure of it. We began to move into the theatre, there was a line up. "It is very complicated to explain, but I'll put it this way, I'm not the only angel on Earth you know." He said smiling. That made a little more sense I suppose, if he's not the only angel and there were one working here then I guess he could get us tickets. Do angels work? "Yes." He said, out of nowhere. "Huh?" I said. "Yes, we do work. that's what your wondering isn't it?" He responded. He had his arm around my shoulder, I don't want him to ever lose physical contact with me, I feel safe with it. We got to the front of the line and I still hadn't quite figured out how he'd been able to meet with this angel friend of his when he has been with me all this time. "Hi! Here are the tickets, I believe the owner, Julien Marsters has left a message about me. I'm Galen Aldridge." He used my last name! And his friend is the owner? I didn't expect that, I expected something a little lower, not the fucking boss! The lady at the desk seemed to be fiddling around for something before she gestured for one of the employees over to where we were. "Yes, he has and if you could just follow Matthew he will lead you right to him." She smiled up at Galen, she was probably admiring how gorgeous he is. I felt pretty awesome being with him, seeing people look at him with lustful eyes, both men and women. We followed Matthew up a flight of stairs and down the hall until we came to a door on the left. He knocked a few times before we heard someone from the otherside shout that we could come in. Matthew opened the door for us although he didn't walk in, just held it open for us and then left. I looked around the room, it looked like any other office really except for the fact that it was filled with posters of different productions they had done. "Hi Quinn." I heard from my left, he said it so softly I immediately felt calm in his presence, kind of like the way I do when I'm alone with Galen. I looked up at him, he was gorgeous too, were all angels? He had long brown hair which he kept held back in a pony taiil, high cheekbones and these beautiful emerald green eyes. Emerald green is my favourite colour, so I am pretty damn jealous that I don't have eyes like those. He was wearing a dark purple dress shirt, with black dress pants, probably some designer, but I wouldn't know. I think I lingered a little too long on his crotch but hopefully he didn't notice. Who the hell am I kidding? Ofcourse he noticed! "H-hi." I managed to finally stammer after taking in his beauty. "My name is Julien Marsters, So, Galen's taking you to see the play I see. Is it one you've wanted to see?" He asked. He was talking to me gently, like you would a small child almost. Normally I'd feel a bit offended by that but I didn't in this case, I feel a sort of calm, I don't know why but it's what I felt like. I guess I figure he probably knows what life is like for me and is making an extra effort to make me feel comfortable. "Y-y-yes, i-it i-is. I w-w-wanted t-to go f-for a-awhile b-but c-couldn't." I answered. "That's great that this is one you've wanted to see, and I'm glad you're able to see it today and hopefully you'll like it." He looked questioningly at Galen for a minute and then back at me. "Do you mind it I steal him for a moment Quinn? It'll just take a second and we'll be right out the door, kay?" "K-kay" I answered. I watched Julien and Galen leave the room, I wonder what it is they need to talk about. I start to look around at the different posters, almost all of these I wanted to see. 'Footloose' and 'Mama Mia' were two I had had my heart set on. I'm a bit of a theatre geek, I love the theatre, although I don't get to see it that often. It's not because I can't afford it, I just don't have anyone to go with. I walked over to the poster by Julien's desk, it's a 'Sweeney Todd' poster, I never knew they had that playing here at one time, I wish I'd seen it, I heard it was good. I saw this picture on Julien's desk, it's of him and a girl, actually a young woman, probably in her mid-twenties. He has his arm around, sort of in a protective way, and she's smiling; is this his wife? Can angels even get married? His girlfriend? Or is this a woman that he is looking after and came down to her the same way Galen came to me? I pick it up to look at it more closely, it's in a park, she's really pretty. Red hair and brown eyes, She is a little shorter than him but not by much. If he did come down to her than I wonder what it is that happend to her, it must've been bad, Galen said angels rarely come down to the person in their care the same way he has for me. Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder, I swear I must've jumped a mile off the floor, okay, that's an exaggeration, but I was surprised damnit! The picture fell to the floor and I heard what sounded like the glass break. Now that I realize the person behind me is most likely Julien I feel bad, I shouldn't have been snooping, and now I've broken his picture. "It's okay Quinn, it's just me." I heard Galen from behind me. I turn around to see them both standing there, Galen was the one with his hand on my shoulder. "I-I'm s-sorry." "Don't feel sorry Quinn, pictures can be replaced." He says with a smile. "Well I think we better get into the theatre though, don't wanna miss the beginning of the play." Galen said. "Alright, well it was nice to meet you Quinn and I look forward to seeing you again sometime." Julien said as he extended his hand to me, I took it, he had a firm grip, much firmer than mine. "I-it w-was n-nice to m-m-meet y-you t-t-too." I said back to him. After Julien and Galen said their goodbyes, Galen and I headed for the theatre. I remembered the girl in the picture, I still didn't know who she was, I wonder if I'll get to meet her too. "Wh-who was th-th-the g-girl i-in the ph-photo?" I asked Galen. "She is the person in his care, it's almost the same situation as me and you." Replied Galen. "A-almost?" "It's a bit different, all angels love the ones in their care, and it's very common for an angel to fall in love with that person as well, like I have with you. But there are angels who haven't fallen in love with the one they look after and instead love them as if it were their own child. That is like their situation, they love eachother, just not like you and me. But other then that it's the same situation as ours." "I g-get i-it." To tell you the truth, I was glad Galen had fallen in love with me, I loved the way he touched me and cared for me, I couldn't imagine it any other way. We were now in the theatre and approaching our seats, I was surprised to learn that we had front row seats, I was expecting something at the back! After we sat down in our seats Galen pulled up the arm rest that separated us and pulled me into him. I looked up to see him smiling down at me. "I made sure to get close seats so you'd be able to see." He said. "Th-thanks." I was glad he did, I'm short and even in theatres where the floor is slanted a bit it's hard for me to see. Just then he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth; it was a gentle kiss, not like making out or anything. At first I was a little shocked that he was doing this infront of people and almost pulled away but something stopped me, and instead of pulling away I kissed him back. He pulled his lips apart from mine and then placed another one of those gentle kisses on my forehead. "I love you Quinn." He whispered in my ear. "I l-love y-y-you t-t-too" Just then the lights started to go darker, a voice from somewhere, I don't know from where asked us to turn off our cell phones and any other noise making items. The show opened with the song 'Radio GaGa' and a little bit after that Galileo sang 'I Want to Break Free' which is one of my favourites by Queen. As the show progressed I felt I could sort of in a way relate to Galileo. Not in the idea that he is a rebel but in the fact that he's an outcast, that people won't just let him be the way he wants to be. Ofcourse the difference between me and him is the people who won't leave me be aren't trying to kill him like they are with him, but it's the same idea; he's different so they don't like him. Galen was still holding me close to him when the end of the show was near. As they were finishing the show with 'Bohemian Rhapsody' which is for sure my favourite of all Galen leaned in and asked me how I liked it, which I think the answer is pretty obvious with the expression on my face right now. "I-I love i-it! I-it's r-r-really g-good!" I say to him. "I knew you'd like it!" Galen said right before kissing me. As they finished 'Bohemian Rhapsody' and along with it the show, I wondered if my problems would end happily like Galileo's did. We left the theatre after all the actors had finished their bows, Galen was still holding me close as we walked out, which ofcourse I didn't mind. I saw Julien walking towards us when we were halfway to the doors. "How did you two like the play?" Julien asked us. "I really liked it." Galen replied before they both looked at me expectantly. "I-It w-was g-g-good!" I said. "Well I'm glad you both liked it, you guys are welcome anytime just gimme a call, okay?" Julien said. "I'm sure we will." Galen responded. We said our goodbyes and then Galen and I left for home. On our way home we talked mostly about what we thought about the show, what our favourite part was, that sort of thing, I asked a bit about Julien, wondering why it was that I couldn't see his wings. To which Galen told me that when on earth, the only human that could see an angel in his or her true form is the one they look after. We arrived home at about six o'clock and I was feeling pretty hungry. "W-w-what d-do y-y-y-you w-want on th-the p-p-pizza?" I asked Galen. "Anything you want is fine." He said. "O-okay, then j-just p-p-pepporoni." I wasn't very creative with pizza, I really only like pepporoni on it and that was it. I grabbed the phone and handed it to Galen, I don't like ordering things on the phone because of my stutter. He gave me a look of understanding and took the phone. I gave him the number for pizza pizza, he ordered a large pepporoni pizza with two sprites, cheesey bread and the crust dipping sauce. After ordering the pizza Galen and I curled up on the couch to watch some t.v., CSI was on and we decided on that, although it was kind of hard to pay attention when the most gorgeous looking guy you'd ever met was lying behind you with his arms wrapped around you. We were holding hands and his wings were around me again, his left draped over me and I was laying on his right, his arms surrouded me in the same way. He started to gently kiss the top of my head, which made it all the more harder to concentrate although I didn't really mind. He unclasped his hand from mine and began lightly rubbing my chest; I took in a sharp breath as he began to play with my nipple through my shirt. He switched between nipples a few times, pinching and tweaking before slowly moving down to my stomach, carassing me the entire way. He reached grabbed the end of my shirt and slowly pulled it up, I lifted myself a bit so that he could take my shirt off. I was now lying there half naked with him behind me, I could feel his bare chest against my back, and the direct skin-to-skin contact made me ache for him even more. He began to kiss the nape of my neck, slowly moving to my shoulder and then the side of my neck. While he was doing this, his hand was now playing with my nipples again, they were, among other things, rock hard. He once again slowly brought his hand down to my stomach, where he played with my naval, suggestively pushing his finger in and out. By now I was nothing but putty in his hands, I didn't even realize at first that I was humping the air. He brought his hand to the waistband of my jeans and slipped his hand inside, but not inside my underwear. He cupped his hand over my rock hard member and began to gently apply pressure as I humped against his hand. I was moaning more loudly as he began to rub me; after a minute or two he brought his hand to the waistband of my underwear started to slide his hand in. Just when he began to wrap his hand around my throbbing shaft the doorbell rang. I have never been more angry in my life to know that the pizza delivery guy was here! Galen let go of my penis and I let out a groan of frustration as he started to get up. "I'll get it, you just lay here." He said with the most evil smirk I think I'd ever seen on him. It was as if he planned it this way, like he wanted me aching for him to finish where we left off all through dinner! Guardian Angel Ch. 03 Galen came back with the pizza and drinks in hand and set them one the coffee table infront of me. Galen went to the kitchen to get us plates and when he came back he sat down next to me and opened the box to get a slice of pizza. I couldn't believe it! He was acting as if nothing had just happend! "C-c-can't w-we umm.." I started fidgeting. My erection had gone down a bit. "Can't we umm what?" He said with this smirk on his face like the cat who ate the canary. "umm, y-you kn-know .." I was looking anywhere but him, too embarassed to look at his face. "But I want you to explain it to me what it is you want to do, just to make sure I have it right." He was having trouble hiding the amusement in his voice. This was reminding me of this morning when he made me tell him where it was that I wanted to have him touch me. "N-n-never m-mind, l-let's j-j-just eat." I had to change the topic, I was too shy to say what I wanted and Galen knew it. "Oh but Quinn, you've can't just leave me hanging like this, I'm curious now." As he said this he rested his hand on my thigh and began to rub me there. I took in a sharp breath as he did this and squirmed a bit beneath his touch. "I-I w-w-want, umm, I w-want y-you t-t-to... ohh p-please." His hand was at the middle of my thigh now. "Please what Quinn?" He asked, still smirking. "t-touch me, t-touch m-me h-here-" I grabbed his hand and brought it to my crotch and applied pressure. "L-like y-y-you d-did b-before!" To my delight he rubbed me a little, but then to my dissapointment he pulled his hand away. "We have to wait till after dinner for dessert Quinn." He whispered in my ear. I let out a groan of frustration as he turned his attention back to the pizza and got me a slice. I comforted myself with the idea that I wasn't the only one frustrated, that he was turned on too and therefore would finish eating quickly. I was wrong. He was deliberately eating slow! He took tiny bites of his pizza and kept grabbing for more. He was about halfway done his second when I finished my second. And two was all that I could eat. I figured that after this slice he'd be done; wrong again. He ate five slices, FIVE! And with each one he took as much time as he could! When he was FINALLY done he just sat back and started watching the t.v. which I forgot was still on. CSI was done by now and instead they had 'Law and Order' playing, I was a tad offended he was more interested in the show then me! "G-Galen?" I stammered. "Yes?" "A-a-aren't we g-going t-t-to umm-" I started. "Hang on Quinn, I'm watching the show." He cut me off. HE CUT ME OFF! At first I was hurt, that he could just brush me off like that, but then I seen the look on his face. He looked amused in an odd kind of way; like he was waiting for something. I got up and went into the washroom, I had to get his attention back to me, I had an idea on how I wanted to do that but that idea was so totally unlike me I wasn't sure I'd be able to follow through with it. I looked in the full length mirror at myself, I started by unbuttoning my jeans and undoing the zipper. I pulled them down and stepped out of them, I was now in just my t-shirt and white briefs. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and off and dropped it to the floor along with my jeans. I contemplated keeping my briefs on or going all the way, then I figured if I was going to do this, I had to do it right. And with that thought in mind I slipped off my briefs and put them in the pile with the rest of my clothes. I grabbed a wash cloth from the bathroom before opening the door and stepping out of the washroom. i wasn't even two steps from the door and I was already having second thoughts about this - thats the issue with being shy - but I ignored those thoughts and continued down the hall to where Galen would be. I was glad that from where I was entering I'd be behind him and prayed he didn't turn around, I wanted to surprise him. I stepped into the living room and saw Galen sitting on the couch with his back to me. I walked over to him as quietly as I could, not wanting him to look up. I felt myself growing hard with the anticipation of what I was about to do, I never thought that I, Quinn Aldridge would be making an attempt to seduce someone! I got the cloth from the bathroom ready and right when I was behind him I covered his eyes with it and held it there. He jumped a bit so I was sure I caught him off guard. "You're lucky it is at a commercial, mind if I ask why I am being blindfolded?" He asked, trying to sound serious but was unable to cover his amusement. I didn't say a word and instead moved around the side of the couch so that I was standing infront of him, making sure not to let go of the cloth. I straddled his legs and leant down to kiss him, he returned the kiss but made no move to touch me. I felt his toungue invade my mouth as mine did his, his taste only served to make me more aroused then what I was before. I pulled away from him and brought down the cloth, blushing at my own boldness. The look on his face was one of satisfaction coupled with hints of amusement, it made me blush more. "I was waiting for this Quinn, for you to initiate something. Although I wasn't expecting this exactly, this is better than what I expected!" he said with a smile on his face. "I-I w-want y-y-you." I stated simply, although he probably figured that out by now. "I can see that." He said as he wrapped his fist around my cock. His firm grip felt absolutely amazing as he began to stroke me. He then moved his hands to my small buttocks and picked me up that way and carried me off to my room. Once inside my room Galen placed me onto my bed; Galen then covered me with his body and resumed kissing me. My hands roamed all over his body, feeling him anywhere that I could reach. I tugged at his jeans wanting him as naked as I was; he pulled them the rest of the way off before continuing to kiss me. Suddenly Galen stopped, he had a serious look on his face as he looked me in the eyes. "Quinn, there's something I want you to do." He said, keeping eye-contact with me. "W-what?" I asked. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, but I was nervous. I didn't think I was quite ready for that. But for him I swear I could do anything. "Quinn," he leant down to kiss my forehead before whispering the rest, "I want you to make love to me." "Y-you m-mean?" To say I was shocked would be an understatement, he couldn't possibly mean what I thought he meant, could he? "Yes Quinn, I want to feel you inside me." Hearing him say that sent a shiver through my body. I always imagined him taking me, not the other way around. Not that I didn't want to take him, I did, it just seemed more natural the other way because he was kind of like the 'alpha male' if you will. "If you don't want to Quinn, that's alright too." He whispered in my ear. "I-I w-want t-t-to." I finally stammered out. I could not believe what I was going to do He smiled at me before covering my lips with his, without missing a beat he reached over to my night-table, opened the drawer and took out my lotion. He stopped kissing me and squirted some of the lotion into his hand and then brought it down to my cock. I was fully erect and feeling him stroke my cock felt exquisite, there was no other way I could think of to describe it. After coating my member with lotion he squirted another glob into his hand, turned around, and worked it into his crack, paying special attention to his rosebud. Seeing him spread like that just for me made me throb with excitement, I couldn't wait to feel him surround me. When he was done he turned back around and gave me one more passionate kiss before pulling away. "How do you want me?" He asked in one of the most seductive tones I've ever heard him use. "W-what do y-y-you m-mean?" I asked. "Well, you could take me from behind on my hands and knees, on my back, or I could lower myself onto you. Whichever you prefer." "Th-th-the l-last one." "Lower myself onto you?" I nodded, that one sounded most appealing to me, I'd be able to see him moving up and down my length. He smiled and straddled me once more. He grabbed my cock and aimed it at his lubricated hole, I was practically shaking with my arousal as I watched and felt the tip of my cock touch one of his most intimate parts. I felt the resistance break and the head of my dick enter his hot rectum; I heard a sigh leave Galen's lips as he continued to lower himself onto me. The expression on his face wasn't one I was expecting, I expected to see at least a little pain but intead I saw an expression of pure joy and pleasure. It wasn't long before I was completely enveloped in a warm velvety sheath. He began to move back up until he was at the head of my cock and then came back down causing me to writhe in pleasure beneath him. The feeling was oh-so intense as he began to move faster and faster, the visual being just as good as the actual feeling. His cock was bobbing frantically as he bounced on my cock.From the moment that I entered him I felt I would explode, but I wanted prolong the experience as long as possible so I held off my orgasm. The room was filled with out moans and cries of ecstacy as we continued our love-making. I was now meeting him with each stroke, thrusting upwards as he came down upon my length. "How's it feel Quinn?" He said, his voice a little husky. "Ungg, S-s-so ... g-g-good." That was about all I could say, the rest were unintelligable moans while he continued riding my cock. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, the feeling was too intense, too strong, I was sure I'd come any moment. I reached for Galen's fully erect cock and began to stroke him, I didn't bother to try to make it last, I wanted him to come first! With a roar of pure pleasure, Galen's seed began to spurt out from his cock like a fountain, the first shot landing on my chin while the others landed on my chest. The feeling of his ass muscles squeezing me made it feel as though the cum was being sucked out of me, I cried out my release as I filled him with my own hot cream. He collapsed on top of me then, we were both panting, lost in that post orgasmic bliss. I opened my eyes to see Galen staring down at me, he leant down and kissed my forehead gently. "Th-th-that was i-i-incredible." I exclaimed. "I agree." was his response. "I-I love y-you G-G-Galen." I said, putting as much feeling into it as I could. "I love you too, Quinn." To be continued ... Guardian Angel Ch. 03 I waited with anticipation for work to start on Monday morning but I was disappointed as lunchtime approached, I had seen no sign of Donna, I didn't even know if she was at work. As twelve o'clock struck I made my way to the canteen, finding an empty table and removing my lunch from its box, surely I could make better food than this. I am just about to open my newspaper, when my heart skips a beat, I can see Donna has entered the room. I want to scream out her name in jubilation but I remained calm as she stared at me. I can see she is conservatively dressed but she is carrying an heavy looking black sports holdall but she still looks amazing. Without waiting Donna comes over and sits with me. She says hello and then slips the bag under the table, pushing it with her foot against my leg. "A change of clothes." She said and winked at me. "I might need them this weekend, if you have nothing better to do." I quickly conveyed to her that I had no plans. Donna tells my that Peter Davis from the Planning Department is having a birthday party on Saturday at his home. She then says its an open invitation and that I should go. I don't really know Peter but how can I resist this goddess, I tell her I will be there. For the rest of the week I only catch the odd glimpse of Donna at work and there is no activity on her Facebook, although I do satisfy myself with numerous wanks over her pictures, I love her dressed in lingerie. Saturday seems to take an age to arrive but finally I am in a taxi heading to the party. As we enter the drive I can see the house is massive, more of a mansion, how could he afford this. I pay the driver and head through the open front door. Its seems the whole of the works is here and I exchange pleasantries with a few people while trying to seek out Donna. Its not long before I find her, Donna looks to be her usual pissed condition. The music is playing quite loud as she staggers over and throws her arms round my neck, almost strangling me with her hug, she was strong for such a petite girl. When she releases me she makes me dance, I'm not a good dancer but I soon start to enjoy the movement as she grinds her body against mine. My cock is rock hard as she continues, she must be able feel it, I can feel her crotch against mine. Too soon the song comes to an end and without a word Donna leaves me. Moments later I see her dancing with someone else, she looks a slut. I want to fuck her. I cannot take my eyes from Donna's erotic show as I continue to devour my drink. Soon the need to pee takes over, I have to find a toilet. I move quickly through the room and find the toilet but there is a queue. I'm getting desperate when I hear somebody say all the bedrooms have en-suite toilets. I see the stairs and I'm swiftly at the top. I can see an open door at the end of the long corridor and decide this is my best chance. I was right the double bedroom did contain a toilet and I had soon relieved myself. Fastening my zip I turn to leave but suddenly I hear a gaggle of voices, I recognise one. I closed the door over leaving enough gap to look through. Donna staggers into the bedroom supported by three guys. Her legs unstable she manages to sit on the end of the bed. I can soon hear zippers being undone and seconds later Donna has a cock in her mouth. The guy seems in an hurry and uses her throat like a cunt as he fucks her face. The noises that are emanating from her mouth are scary, he is so big, should I intervene? The man has his hands full of her hair and fucks the full length of his cock into Donna, the noises from her throat continue but she doesn't seem to be struggling, in fact her hands are on his arse pulling him in, I knew she was a dirty slut but never imagined she was this wild. I was now slowly wanking my cock as I heard a massive grunt, the guy stopped his thrusting movement, he seemed to be in a frozen quiver until finally he withdrew his cock, which was followed by a torrent of sperm, which quickly soaked the front of Donna's tiny blue dress. The guy high fives his two friends and swiftly leaves the room. One of the two remaining men, grabs hold of Donna and easily flips her over onto her stomach, he drops his trousers, his cock is huge, he grabs her hips and pulls her onto her knees. He then drags her tight dress over her arse and pulls her white panties to one side and starts to rub his cock against her cunt, He was now blocking my view. "Look the slag has already had her cunt filled, she is fucking dripping someone's spunk." He said to his mate. "Are you still going to fuck her." The reply came. "Yes, I don't think I could stop myself. I'm gonna split this little slut in half." He must have pushed his cock deep into Donna by the sound of her screams. "Quick, get your cock in her mouth, shut the noisy bitch up." I could see his friend oblige and again Donna's throat started to make weird noises. I could see the guys arse working, pumping like a piston in her pussy, his mate keeping up pace in her mouth. The one in her pussy didn't last long and almost howled as he filled Donna with his hot spunk and withdrew his cock. Pulling up his trousers, he spoke "Finish the bitch off." He said and then left. The last guy moved from her mouth and behind her, he seemed reluctant to fuck her dripping cunt but his animal lust took over. Donna didn't make a sound as he mercilessly worked his cock deep into her cunt, she must have passed out again. The man hammered and pounded her pussy for long minutes before finally removing his cock and spraying his massive load over Donna's pussy and arse, the sperm running down between her legs. As soon as he let go of the girl her body went limp and collapsed into the mattress. The guy fastened his trousers and left without a backward glance. Donna had somehow rolled onto her back, by the look of her she is out cold. I make a move to check she is alright but I hear the bedroom door click open. Peter Davis, the party host enters. Donna moves again and she is now sprawled out with her legs wide open, her dress around her waist and her panties to one side of her pussy. How could any one resist. Without hesitation Peter has his cock in hand as he stares at the blonde girl on his bed. He takes a moment to weigh up his options, his mind is soon made up and he his on the bed climbing between Donna's leg. His hand reaches down to caress her pussy, he withdraws it quickly. "Dirty Slut." He whispers to no-one, I can see his fingers are covered in cum but Peter is too far gone to stop and his cock is soon inside Donna. He bangs her pussy hard but there is no reaction from the girl as she bounces in time with the mattress. I know she is unconscious but the twat carries on abusing her. I don't know why but I took my phone from my pocket and started to take photo's. By his actions I can see he is close to Cumming as he writhes roughly at her tits with his hands, no thought of compassion for the girl, I want to run out and smack him but before I get chance, he grunts and pulls his cock from her cunt. I can see the spunk shooting from his cock as he sprays her pussy lips and panties. Then he is gone. I come out of the bathroom, I cannot leave her like this or how many more men will take advantage of her unprotected pussy, I knew I wanted to. I rearranged her panties back across her pussy, my fingers were sticky from the massive amount of cum that seemed to be everywhere and then pulled her dress back down covering her the best I could but how the fuck was I going to get her out of here and back to my house. I quickly move to the bedroom door and look down the landing, nobody in sight. Then I hear a noise of somebody quickly ascending the stairs. I try to move back inside the bedroom but before I can Becky comes into sight and spots me. "Hi." She calls out. "Have you seen Donna." "Yes." I reply, quickly thinking of an explanation for the state of Donna. "I just found her in here, she doesn't look good." "Has she been at it again, she told me you look after her." God, what else had she told Becky. "Yes, she seems alright, just passed out again from the alcohol. I don't know how I'm going to get her out of here." "I will help." I was so grateful for Becky's reply. We both go into the bedroom, Donna is still asleep. With Becky's help we soon have her looking almost respectable and in a sitting position. We rouse her enough so she can stand, Becky tells me she cannot go home in that condition, I already know. I tell Becky that this happens regularly and normally Donna come back to mine, Becky agrees to come as well. I phone a taxi and we wait in the bedroom untill I get a call from the driver telling me is outside. We quickly leave the house and enter the car, for an almost silent journey to my house. Donna assumes her usual position on the settee, flat on her back with her legs spread wide, her cum soaked panties on display. Becky sits on the end of the couch while a grab a couple of lagers from the fridge. Becky doesn't notice me come back into the room, I stop and watch her, her eyes are fixed onto Donna's panty clad cunt, I can see a look of lust in her eyes. I continue to stare at the young woman, my mind racing, how I would love to stuff my cock into her tight pussy but if my suspicions were correct, I knew that would never happen. I deliberately made a noise, Becky's gaze snapped away from Donna's pussy, I gave her the drink pretending I hadn't noticed her looking at her friend and I sit in the chair opposite, I look at Becky, she is really nice, I can feel my cock stiffen as my eyes roam over her body. Her legs are long and slim, perfectly shaped muscle confined by smooth, creamy white skin, her nymph like body looks faultless from every angle, her breasts are just right, not to big, not to small, her shoulder length brunette hair impeccably groomed. We chit chat for the next thirty minutes and down another two beers, Becky is becoming really giggly, I think the alcohol is starting to effect her. Donna moans and moves her position slightly, I see Becky again look at her cunt. "I think we need something stronger." I tell Becky, she doesn't disagree. I go to the kitchen and make two strong vodkas with cola and I soon return to the room, Becky's eyes are again roaming Donna's body but this time I walk straight in, she see's me looking at her, she knows I saw her looking at Donna's pussy and tries to mumble an excuse but I stop her as I speak. "Its alright, she will never know you were looking. Once she's asleep she forgets everything that's she's done and everything that's happened to her, its as though her memory has been wiped." A little smile cracked Becky's face and her eyes were drawn back to her friends pussy as I continued. "Have you ever been with a man." I ask her, she takes a large gulp of her drink and shakes her head. "Do you like to look at girls?" I then ask, Becky's face turns bright red, her silence gives me the answer, I knew I was right. I continued. "There's nothing wrong with liking other girls." I told her and sat down beside her. "Donna is gorgeous but as you know she is a slut. Why don't you ask her to have sex with you, she might also like girls." Becky's face was now in shock at the way I openly spoke about her friend. "I wish I was like Donna, I never seem to get the attention of anyone." She certainly had my attention. "She only has to walk into a room and she is surrounded by people." "That's because she has no inhibitions, I don't think there is anything she wouldn't do once she has had a drink." A look of curios shock spread over Becky's face but she knew it was true. "I bet she has fucked more cocks tonight than you have seen your whole life." Her face was now beaming red. "Look at her panties, you can see she's had more than one load of sperm over her cunt." My confidence was growing. "See how wet and stained her panties are and I bet her pussy is still full of cum." I could see Becky adjust her legs slightly, was she getting turned on but I knew I would have to be careful or I could scare the girl away. "Do you want a closer look, she will never know." Becky didn't speak but nodded her head. I dropped down to my knees at the side of Donna and told Becky to do the same, she did. With the girl now at my side, our heads were a lot closer to Donna's panties, we could both clearly see the outline of her pussy lips. "Touch her." I said to Becky, she shook her head. I had to take control or risk ending the night. I took hold of her hand. "We will do it together." I told her, she was still hesitant but didn't resist as I pulled her hand onto the wet material covering her friends cunt. "Stroke her, feel her, do what you have dreamed of doing." I whispered into Becky's ear, her chest was now heaving, she was fulfilling her fantasy as her hand moved slowly across Donna's crotch. I watched Becky as her confidence grew, then I took it further and pulled Donna's panties to once side exposing her well fucked cunt. Becky gasped, I knew this is what she had always wanted. My finger moved between Donna's spread lips and I pushed the tip inside, white liquid started to ooze out. I asked Becky if she has ever tasted cum, she said no, so I scooped a large dollop of sperm that was still dripping from Donna's cunt onto my finger and moved my hand to Becky's mouth, she paused, a little to long for my liking, so I pushed my finger against her lips for her to taste it. She was reluctant and kept her mouth firmly closed at first but a little pressure against her lips parted them and she gingerly touched the tip if her tongue against my finger. To my surprise she didn't recoil. Does she like it? I push a little more, she opens her mouth and lets my finger move inside. I can feel her tongue swirling around my digit, removing every trace of the numerous men's spunk. I remove my hand and ask her if she likes it, she again nods. I replace my hand with my lips and kiss the girl, again to my surprise Becky kisses back. I move my hand across Becky's body but she pulls away, she tells me she isn't ready for a man but she does like cum. I feel pissed off with Becky's rejection but know I have to move on, I know I can still have Donna tonight, I know I can do whatever I want to her and she will never know but I hadn't yet finished with Becky. "Would you like to taste Donna, would you like to suck her cunt and push your tongue deep inside her, would you like to taste her pussy in your mouth." Becky almost whimpered compliance, I was sure she was close to orgasm. "Go on, eat her." I encouraged the girl. "She will never know and I will never tell her." I then reassured her. Becky was like a wild animal, once she started there was no stopping her. She feasted on Donna's pussy as if it was her last meal. I just sat and watched. Fifteen minutes must have passed before Becky raised her head, I knew she had cum at least once during that time but guessed it had been a lot more. Becky stood up, the spunk from Donna's cunt still dripping from her chin, she looks me deep in the eyes and mouths the words. "Thank you." She then shocks me by leaning forward to kiss my lips, sharing the mixture of the cum, my hands instinctively grip her small firm arse, she doesn't remove it but I know she wont let me go any further. When we break our kiss Becky starts to speak. "Have you ever fucked Donna." I lie and say no. "Would you like to." I reply yes. "Well she's been fucked lots tonight by the amount of stuff in her pussy and if she wont remember anything in the morning, why don't you fuck her now, I wont say anything." I couldn't believe what Becky was saying, she wouldn't fuck me her but she would let me fuck her friend. As soon as my cock entered Donna's dripping cunt I knew my time was limited. After the first two strokes my cock was ready to burst, then Becky spoke "You can cum in my mouth, if you want, I haven't tasted you yet." She told me. Thirty seconds later Becky's lips were clamped around the head of my cock, as I emptied my full balls down her throat, I couldn't believe that she swallowed every drop. I went to bed happy, Becky stayed downstairs with Donna. I wanted to stay and see what happened but I was exhausted and soon asleep. When I woke Becky was gone but Donna was still on the settee, asleep. Guardian Angel Ch. 04 This was my first "real" attempt at writing a romantic caper story with a sexy leading man and plucky heroine. I was 20 at the time. * * * * * * * * * * A week had passed since she last saw him, and no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on her work, Raphael Cabrezi was never far from her thoughts. The lovely spring day outside was completely lost to Sabrina as she poured over the stack of paperwork at her desk. She had been wrestling with an endless parade of angry, threatening letters for days, and she was exhausted. How could I have thought that this would die down, she thought as she stared down at the pile of the day's still unopened letters. The strong movement against the Angel sculptures being displayed at the museum had been expected, but the length of time that it lasted was a surprise to Sabrina. Many people were livid over the shipping of the lost "Angel" sculptures of Michelangelo, which were recently found by Sabrina's museum, to America from Italy. The natives felt that the sculptures' rightful place was in Florence, and that it was the actions of "scandalous thieves," referring to Sabrina and her museum, that wrenched the prized works from their land. Sabrina found herself wishing that somehow she could make those people understand that her intentions were honorable, and that they had nothing to be upset about. She shook her head at the memory of an earlier meeting with her colleague and close friend, Frank. He had told her that the harassment of the museum would probably last a while, and he advised that maybe the best thing to do would be to let the Angels go; either sending them back to Italy or at least to a different museum. She had told Frank that she'd think about it, but she knew that the answer was no. She had worked too hard to give the sculptures up so easily, and she was determined to become a person who never backed down when threatened. Right there and then, she made a vow that she'd never let anyone intimidate her again. Whatever their problem is with my museum having the statues, she thought, those people have no right to disturb my peace of mind with these immature scare tactics. Let them send their letters and make their phone calls, she thought. The Angels will always have this museum as their home. With a sigh, Sabrina stood up from her desk and walked to the nearby window. The sun was shining, and she could hear the sound of children playing in the local park a block away. A smile creased her mouth as she felt herself wanting to go out and experience the day. She turned and glanced at the forgotten papers on her desk. Her smile grew wider as she said aloud, "they can wait." She cheerfully gathered her belongings and left her office. She paused to let Linda, her secretary, know where she was going, and she left the museum with the feeling of having a huge burden lifted from her shoulders. * * * Raphael Cabrezi had been in the park for some time, and to the casual observer he would have been seen as just a gentleman out for a stroll. His actual purpose, however, was very different. He was there because the park was located near the museum, and he needed to survey the building in preparation for the taking of the Angel sculptures. He had spent the past week around town, biding his time and waiting until the night of the job. He got the blueprints of the museum that he had requested from his unknown employer, and he was almost finished studying them. He strode over to an empty bench and began to sit down, taking a sketchpad and pencil from his pocket as he did so. He leaned back and looked at the museum's many windows and outside furnishings. I wonder which window is hers, Rafe thought before he could stop himself. Don't even think about it, an inner voice warned him. Even if she was interested in me, it wouldn't go anywhere since I have to move on after the statues are taken. Rafe let out a sigh at this reminder. Of course nothing can come of a relationship with her. She runs the museum, and stealing her precious statues are on my "to do" list. I have to keep my mind focused on the tasks at hand, or pay the price. He touched his pencil to the paper and he began to capture the building in breathtaking detail. It was as if the drawing had a life of its own, and it was very beautiful and realistic. After a few minutes, Rafe paused in his sketching when a shadow passed between his sketch drawing and the sunlight behind him. He looked up to see the source of his interruption, and he froze. Guardian Angel Ch. 04 Hey everyone! Well here is the next chapter of Guardian Angel. I decided against continuing the story in Quinn's perspective based on reader's comments as well as my own preference. Please leave any comments you have, I really do enjoy reading them all and I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it! ----------------------------------- Quinn was shaking as he walked up the stairs to his locker, luckily he hadn't encountered Ryan or anybody else from his world religions class. He got to his locker and was almost brought to tears by what he saw, there was writing all over it, mostly words like "Fag" or "Cocksucker" all over it. He quickly opened his locker so that he could get his books and then leave for class. Once he had all his books ready he began to leave for his world religions class hoping nobody would say anything about what happened Friday but already knowing they would. "Hey Faggot!" Someone shouted from behind him. Before Quinn could even turn around to see his tormentor he was pushed to the ground, his books went flying everywhere. He started to get up but felt the bottom of someone's shoe connect with his back sending him flat on the ground. He tried to talk, but nothing came out, he wasn't able to make any noise except to whimper. The next blow hit him in the ribs and again he tried to call out but nothing came. By now all the other kids had surrounded him in a circle, all of them taunting him and calling him names. He kept wondering why no one came to his rescue, why not teachers were breaking this up yet. "Stupid cocksucker!" Another blow, and another and another, most to his ribs, back or head. He prayed he'd pass out soon enough so he didn't have to go through the pain. "Quinn!" Suddenly he heard Galen's voice through all of the name calling and he was no longer at his school being beaten but instead in his room with Galen. Galen was shaking him all the while saying his name over and over. That's when Quinn realized he had been dreaming; he wrapped his arms around Galen and began crying. "Shhh, it was a dream, just a dream. A horrible dream, it's not real." "Th-th-they w-w-ere h-h-h-hurting m-me!" Quinn wailed. "I know, I know, you were screaming in your sleep Quinn, but everything's okay, its all okay." Galen was gently rocking Quinn back and forth hoping to calm the poor boy. "N-n-n-nobod-dy h-helped! N-n-n-no o-one!" "It's okay, it's okay. They can't hurt you here, you're with me, I won't let them touch you." Galen comforted. Quinn buried his head in Galen's chest and continued to cry while Galen comforted him. Galen picked up the shaking boy and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the warm water and waited for the tub to fill. Quinn didn't seem to acknowledge that he'd been moved from his room to the bathroom, or that Galen was filling the tub, he just continued to cry against Galen's strong chest. When the tub was filled, without even bothering to remove Quinn's pyjama pants he lowered themselves into the warm water. It was only once Quinn was in the water that he looked up from where his head rested on Galen's shoulder, once realizing where he was he laid his head back down on Galen's shoulder. Galen continued to rock Quinn back and forth all the while murmuring endearments to him. Quinn was no longer crying but instead lightly sniffling, when the tears had finally stopped, Quinn looked up into Galen's face and was almost reduced back to tears with the amount of love he could see in Galen's face. "You okay?" Galen asked, looking slightly worried. Quinn just nodded and laid his head back on Galen's shoulder, he was glad Galen had taken him to the washroom, ever since he was young he found warm baths calmed him down, then he realized that was probably why Galen brought him here, because he'd been watching Quinn from day one and already knew this. He never thought he'd meet someone who knew everything there was to know about him, not a secret in the world he could hide from Galen. It made him feel exposed, like he had nothing to hide behind but at the same time he felt comforted that Galen knew everything, he just wished he knew everything there was to know about Galen. "I-i-i d-d-don't w-wanna g-go t-t-to s-school t-t-tomorrow." Quinn stammered out. Galen lifted Quinn's chin to look into his eyes, he leant down and kissed Quinn's forehead; "You can't stop going Quinn." "W-why n-n-not? I-if I-I-I g-g-go, th-they'll h-hurt me!" "If you stop going, I have to go back to where I came from and watch over you that way." Galen whispered. He felt Quinn tense as he finished his sentence. Quinn's eyes filled with tears at the thought of not having Galen around. "W-why?" "Part of the condition of my being here is that you must continue to do things you would have done if I weren't here, like school. If you stop going they'll see it as I'm interfering and therefore causing you to feel you don't need school. You DO need your schooling for what you're going to do, and if you stop going your life path will be altered too much." "I-I'm s-scared t-t-to g-go." "I know you are, but your almost done highschool Quinn, you'll be graduating school in a few months; don't let them win by not allowing yourself to get your diploma, we both know your so very smart and destined for great things but if you don't get that diploma you will truly limit yourself. And I'll still be with you when you're at school, you won't be able to see me but I'll be there watching over you." Galen whispered. He truly hated that Quinn was this scared to go back, nobody should have to be frightened this way, no one. "Y-you will?" Quinn asked, not sure if he believed it. "Yes, I will be, a guardian angel cannot leave the side of the one they watch, so when I can't be with you physically then I go back to my spirit form and watch over you that way. So I WILL be with you, You'll never be alone. You never truly were alone Quinn." Galen said. "O-okay ... I-I'll g-go." Quinn whispered. Quinn laid his head back down on Galen's shoulder and just enjoyed the angel's arms wrapped protectively around him along with the warmth of the water and Galen's body. He still didn't want to go back, but he didn't want Galen to leave either, and Galen was right, he did have very high marks and he probably would be able to get a good job, so not finishing highschool would only cripple his future in the end. Galen and Quinn just sat there in the warm water, holding eachother and enjoying the other's company, not wanting to let go. After about a half hour they both decided to get out and dry off. Neither of them had planned anything for that day so just decided to stay at home and lounge around the house. Normally Quinn would be doing his homework except he couldn't due to the face that he had left his bag at school when he ran out of the room in utter humiliation, but he didn't wish to think about that event. They decided to have grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and then icecream for dessert. While they were eating the phone began to ring and Quinn went to go answer it. "H-hello?" "Hey bud, how is everything over there?" Quinn's father asked. "I-it's g-good" Quinn answered. "That's good to hear, I just called to make sure everything was fine and to let you know that I'll be home late on Saturday this week." "E-everyth-thing i-i-is f-fine h-here." "How is everything at school Quinn?" Jackson asked. "I-it's f-fine." Quinn lied. "Okay, well I better go so I will talk to you again sometime this week, okay bud?" "O-o-okay, b-bye." "Bye son." Jackson said before hanging up the phone. Quinn hung up the phone and went back to where Galen was to lie down with him again. He smiled as Galen began to tenderly stroke his hair. "You lied to your father." Galen stated. "W-what?" Quinn replied, taken a little off guard. "You told him everything was fine at school when it wasn't. I don't understand why you don't ever talk to him about what goes on at school." Galen said, continuing to gently stroke Quinn's hair. "I-i-it's n-not l-like h-h-he c-can d-d-do a-anyth-thing." Quinn responded. "He can't do anything because you don't tell him anything; he knows that you're being picked on at school and has tried on several occasions to get the school involved but the school cannot do anything unless YOU tell them what is going on. And when it comes down to it, your father can do a lot more for you than I can, all I can do is be here for you when you need me, and I always will be. But if you want it to stop completely you need to come forward and say something!" Galen said. "B-b-but i-i-if I t-tell a-a-anyone th-they'll only h-hurt me m-m-more!" "They can only hurt you now because you're too afraid to say anything, that's exactly what it is they're couting on; you being too afraid to say anything. If you do speak out than they're left with the consequences of their actions and nothing more. The truth is they won't want to come after you for saying anything because by then they'll know that you are not afraid and WILL tell people and they'll only be left with MORE consequences. I know you're afraid to say anything because you think you'll be standing alone, but you won't be! Your father and myself will be there standing with you, and the school is taking these sorts of issues much more seriously, once they find out what has been going on with you then they too will be standing with you. You are never alone. But I can't make you stand up for yourself, I can only be here for you. You have to make the decision in the end Quinn, whether the bullying continues or not is ultimately up to you." Galen said. Quinn wasn't sure what to say, he knew Galen was right, but he was still afraid to speak out against any of it, it was easier said than done. "I-I'll th-think a-a-about i-it." Quinn replied. Galen knew that he wouldn't be able to force Quinn to say anything, but at least he'd gotten him to consider it. "H-how w-w-will y-y-you g-g-go b-b-back t-to sp-spirit f-form?" Quinn asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. "I go to sleep. When my physical body is asleep, my spirit leaves it and I can stay that way for as long as I wish to." Galen explained. "S-so w-when y-you w-w-went t-t-to s-s-sleep l-last n-n-night y-y-you w-w-were r-r-really a-awake? J-j-just i-i-i-in y-y-your s-spirit f-form?" "Yes, I don't actually need sleep, my body can stay awake for however long I want, sleeping just gives me a way to leave my body. Usually when I sleep at night with you and I leave my body I go to the 'spirit world' and report to the Arch Angels." "O-oh, th-that'd b-b-be c-cool t-t-to d-do." Quinn responded. "And I wish I could take you, although unfortunately you aren't able to do that. But when you die your spirit will leave your body and you will go straight to the spirit world." "I-I g-g-get i-it." Quinn replied. For the rest of the night before they went to bed they decided to watch National Treasure, one of Quinn's favourite movies. Though neither of them really paid a whole lot of attention to the movie, Quinn couldn't stop thinking about what would happen on Monday, and Galen couldn't stop trying to think of ways to comfort Quinn. By the time the movie was over Quinn felt as though he were emotionally drained and just wanted to go to bed. Galen was worried for him, he didn't want Quinn to be scared and wished he could make all of his problems go away, he hated that his sweet Quinn had to be scared like this. After turning off the T.V. he picked Quinn up and carried him to the bedroom. As they both lay down Galen held Quinn close to him so that they were in a spooning position. Galen could sense Quinn's trepidation about Monday and wanted very badly to relax him in some way. His hand slowly travelled down Quinn's torso and stopped at Quinn's groin, he heard Quinn take a deep breath as he gently squeezed the quickly hardening member through his pajama pants. For a few moments he continued to gently kneed Quinn's groin; Galen brought his hand up to the waistband of Quinns pants and slid his hand underneath and grasped his hard penis. While he stroked Quinn's cock he used his free hand to play with Quinn's small nipples. Quinn knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load but tried to prolong it anyway. Galen listened as Quinn's breath began to quicken and felt as his rock hard cock seemed to harden more. "ungg, ohhhh" Quinn moaned. "Cum for me." Galen whispered in Quinn's ear. He began to pump Quinn faster as the boy stiffened up and released his seed covering his chest and Galen's hand. As Quinn began to come down from his orgasm Galen continued to slowly milk Quinn to ensure his balls were empty. Quinn let out a soft moan as Galen took his hand away from his sensitive member. He relaxed into Galen's embrace as the angel wrapped both arms and wings around his small body. "Everything will be fine tomorrow Quinn, I promise." Quinn turned around to face Galen and wrapped his arms around him. "I-I l-love y-y-you s-s-so m-much." Quinn replied. "I love you too Quinn, so very, very much." "P-p-promise y-y-you w-won't l-let th-them h-h-hurt m-me?" Quinn asked, looking up into Galen's eyes. Galen felt so much love for Quinn as he looked into the boy's eyes, he wanted to be able to make that promise but knew he wouldn't be able to do much if they did hurt Quinn. "I'll do my very best, Quinn." Galen whispered, his voice choking as the tears welled up in his eyes. Quinn nodded his understanding and laid his head back down and snuggled closer to Galen, he had a bad feeling about tomorrow but knew his angel would do anything he could to protect him. Quinn got up that morning and started to walk towards the bathroom, as he walked there something didn't feel quite right but he couldn't put his finger on it. Quinn entered the washroom and started his morning ritual beginning with his shower, after which he used the toilet and once done his business went on to brush his teeth. He was brushing his teeth when he looked into the mirror above the sink. He nearly choked on the toothpaste as he seen what was wrong, right on his forehead was a tattoo the word "FAGGOT." He spit out the toothpaste and grabbed for a washcloth and immediately began roughly scrubbing at the word but to no avail. No matter how hard he scrubbed the word would not come off. He dropped the cloth and ran out of the bathroom. "GALEN!" He screamed but was answered with silence. He screamed Galen's name again and again but each time got no reply. He started to hear noises coming from his backyard and darted for the backdoor and burst into the outdoors. What he saw nearly made him faint, all of his relatives were out there celebrating some sort of occasion. There were balloons and cake and small children running around. He noticed a boy who looked to be eight sitting in the corner alone, it looked as though the other children were picking on him. He started to walk towards him but stopped as he seen his father make a beeline towards the boy. He watched as his father roughly grabbed the boy's small arm and pull him away. Then Quinn's father looked up and seen him standing there, and evil smile appeared across his face as he shouted "He's here!" and then began pulling the boy toward him. Quinn didn't understand what was happening as his father walked towards him, he was scared and wanted to go back inside. Everybody was looking at Quinn and his father now as his father stopped right infront of him. "D-d-dad, w-w-what's g-g-going o-on?" Quinn asked with fear in his voice. Jackson ignored his question and looked down at the boy who's arm he was holding. He leant down and grabbed the boy's chin and angled his head so he was looking at Quinn. "See Quinn? You take a good look at him, he's a faggot who's going to die a firey death and be sent to hell. You NEVER become one of them you hear boy? Or you'll be kicked out just like the rest of 'em!" Quinn looked down at the boy who his father had just called 'Quinn' and realized this was a younger version of himself, more specifically this was at his 8th birthday party! Tears began to well up into his eyes as his father began to yell obscenities at him and point. Soon the rest of his family were yelling the same things, someone had thrown a piece of cake at him and it wasn't long before it caught on and he was getting food thrown at him from all directions. Quinn was crying hard as he began running away from his family who had obviously rejected him, he needed to get out of that place fast. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! Quinn was startled as he was woken up from his nightmare. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at the clock by his bed that read 630AM, he then remembered he had school that day and immediately began to convulse as the sobs racked through his frail body. As he cried he felt himself being wrapped in downy soft feathered wings, he leaned back into Galen's body and felt the angel's arms wrap around him as well. Galen gently rocked Quinn back and forth as the boy continued to cry. "Shhh, it's okay Quinn, it's okay, you're alright." "I-I-I d-d-don't-t th-th-th-thi-ink I-I-I c-c-can g-g-go!" Quinn wailed. "Yes you can Quinn, I know you can" Galen whispered. Quinn didn't respond, instead just continued to cry as Galen rocked him. He didn't want to go to school, but he knew he had to if he wanted to keep Galen here with him, and that was something he deffinitely wanted. His crying became less and less and eventually stopped, he just laid back against Galen as the strong angel held him. He didn't know what was going to happen at school today, nor did he want to think about it, all he wanted was to get through this day peacefully. Quinn slowly stopped crying but remained in Galen's embrace, he didn't want to let go, ever. "We need to get you ready so you don't miss the bus. I promise I'll be there Quinn, right by your side, always." Galen whispered. Quinn slowly unfolded himself from Galen but refused to let go of his hand as he got off the bed, he wanted to keep any sort of contact with the angel that he could. Galen understood that Quinn wanted to keep contact and hopped off the bed as well, still holding the boy's hand. Quinn lead the way to the kitchen to have some breakfast choosing cereal as they did not have enough time to cook anything. As he ate he kept going over in his mind all of the possible events that could happen today, wondering if anyone would say anything about what had happend on Friday. By now everyone had to know, things in highschool spread like wildfire and you'd have to be a real outcast not to know what's happening, even Quinn knew all the rumours that went around and he didn't even have any friends. He remembered that time when Emily Baker got pregnant, boy did he feel sorry for her. EVERYONE knew about that one, things that weren't even true evolved from just that one rumour. It went from her being pregnant to that not only was she pregnant but that the father was a homeless man who lived on the streets that paid her to have sex, and that as a result of having sex with the man she got all sorts of sexually transmitted diseases, one of them being herpes and AIDS. Another rumour was that it was HER father who was the father of the child, boy would that be messed up. As the pregnancy went on more rumours came about, one being that she was tested and it was found that the baby was deformed with a third arm and a tail or something to that effect. But when the baby was finally born it was perfectly normal and the father turned out to be a member of the drama club! He then started to think about Elizabeth Verno and that time people found out she gave a blow job to some jock on the football team. People were so vicious to her she changed schools! Quinn was really starting to worry as he thought about all of these things, he really didn't want to have to change schools because that would mean his father would find out he were gay, and that wouldn't be good. He wondered if because he were a guy it would be different, because all the examples he had to look back on were girls having rumours spread about them, he couldn't think of any guys. He was afraid that if because he was a guy, people wouldn't be afraid to physically harm him, he wondered if he'd be able to hide the bruises from his father, or what his father would say if he seen any. Would he have to tell his father he was gay? NO! He couldn't do that! Not after his dream last night, his father would reject him, he was sure of it. There had to be some way he could avoid people at school, and if there wasn't there had to be a way to hide it all from his dad, Quinn knew that whatever happend, his father COULD NOT find out. Guardian Angel Ch. 04 Then he started to think about Galen, Galen surely wouldn't stand for him being beaten up at school. But what could Galen do? He certainly did comfort Quinn, he really did, Quinn would never want Galen to leave, he has been the only person Quinn was able to talk to since forever! But Quinn was sure Galen would want him to tell his father about what would be going on, Galen for whatever reason thought that his father could do something, but Quinn knew the truth - nothing could be done. Galen watched Quinn as he slowly ate his cereal, he watched all the thoughts going through the boys head and just wished Quinn could see that people truly wanted to help him, he just needed to say something! He wished he could protect him from everything, but the truth was he couldn't, all he could truly do was watch it happen and then provide as much comfort as possible. He started to wonder why it was the title that was given to his kind was "Guardian Angel", they didn't GUARD anyone from anything, they just watched and comforted in some way, he thought to himself that the name should be changed to "Comfort Angel". If he truly was a GUARDIAN angel then he'd be able to stand in the way of anything that threatened to hurt Quinn. He truly wished he could, really, he did. Galen thought back to the day that Quinn was in the car accident, boy was that a horrible day. He remembered when Quinn's Amy's(Quinn's mother) spirit left her body, she was killed almost instantly upon impact. He replayed exactly how the crash went, if it weren't for Amy, Quinn would've had the brunt of the impact and died instead, but Amy seen it coming and turned her car so that it was her side that got hit, not a whole lot of people do that, he thought. It's reflex for a driver to turn away in order to protect themselves, but Amy defied that instict and turned herself towards in order to protect her child. A few days after the accident while Quinn was in his coma Galen was in the hospital room watching him when he felt a presence. He turned to see Amy only this time as a spirit, her spirit name was Falynn. She was watching him, she looked at him and made him promise to protect her son, to watch over him. He remembered her exact words, he didn't think he'd ever forget them. "He's a good boy, he really is, promise me something. Promise to protect, love, and watch over him like I no longer can, promise me this." After Galen had promised her she left to go be at peace, he didn't hear from her again until the day the arch angels declared that he was able to be with Quinn. She had come up to him and said that she knew he would keep his promise, and then left again. As Galen thought about his promise to Falynn he refused to break it, he was going to do anything possible to ensure Quinn was not harmed. Quinn finished eating and said he was going to go have a shower and brush his teeth, Galen decided to clean up the kitchen while Quinn was doing that. He wanted to join Quinn but realized Quinn wanted and needed a little bit of alone time to sort out his thoughts. Twenty minutes later Quinn walked out of the shower fully dressed and ready for school, at least he looked ready, emotionally he wasn't, emotionally he wanted to stay home and NEVER go to school again, but he couldn't do that. Galen was finished with the kitchen and waiting for Quinn so he could send him off to school, Quinn walked over to him as he put his bus tickets in his pocket. Galen looked down into Quinn's eyes and could see a ton of different emotions within them, love, fear, sadness and more. Galen leant down and grabbed Quinn from underneath his armpits and brought him up for a passionate kiss and then hugged him close to his body. "It's all going to be okay Quinn." Galen whispered. "I-I-I kn-kn-know, i-i-it's a-a-always ok w-w-when y-you're a-a-around" Quinn whispered back. "And I'll always, always be around." Galen put Quinn down and watched as he walked out the door heading towards the bus stop. He didn't feel like he was sending Quinn to school, but rather to the wolves. Galen shut and locked the door and then went up to Quinn's room so that he could put his physical body to sleep while his soul left it to be with Quinn throughout the day. Within seconds of his body hitting the matress his body was asleep and his soul was watching Quinn as the boy boarded the bus. 'This is it' Quinn thought, 'I'm going to school, I'm gonna face them, everyone, and I'm going to take everything that those assholes throw at me, hell, I might even stand up for myself! Yeah, that's what I'll do! The first person to call me a fag I'm gonna tell them to fuck off!' Quinn kept thinking thoughts like this, mentally preparing himself for whatever happend at school. He was able to convince himself that he'd be able to stand up for himself, maybe even fight if the other boys tried it. He slowly gained confidence the whole way to the school. He even walked confidently as he walked towards the school. He kept telling himself these things as he walked through the halls, he refused to look at anyone, didn't want to see any of their faces, just kept on walking. Then he saw his locker. On his locker was the one word he'd dreaded ever since he realized he was gay, 'Fag'. Whatever confidence he had built on the bus ride there quickly disappeared as he stared at that word on his locker. His mind quickly flashed to that first dream he had of him seeing his locker full of words like fag and cocksucker. 'At least it's only written once, surely if everyone knew it'd be written a hundred times.' Even that thought didn't make him feel any better about the situation. He was about to open his locker to get his bag and books when he remembered none of his things were in there, they were in his last period class, he had left them there Friday when he ran off. He felt his heart begin to beat as he realized he would have to face Mrs. Walsh a lot sooner than he had originally thought. There was no way possible that he could face her yet, he barely thought that he would be able to face her at the end of the day in class let alone right NOW! 'Maybe I don't need to face her, maybe I can just sneak into her class, find my stuff and then get the hell out of there.' Quinn thought. He figured most teachers would be in the staff room right now and they usually left the rooms open so that students could go in early if they liked. Quinn started walking to room 234 praying that Mrs. Walsh wasn't there, it would certainly be awful to see her, he just knew she would chastise him for having an erection in class, she'd probably get him suspended or something! Then Quinn thought about the fact that she was a world religions teacher, that must mean she's religious, Quinn thought to himself. If she believes that he's gay than she is going to be real angry he thought. Being gay is supposed to be extremely bad according to the bible, isn't it? Quinn felt as thought he were going to start hyperventilating as all these thoughts ran through his mind and just then he felt something on his back, it felt like a hand. He jumped thinking someone was going to beat the crap out of him but when he turned around no one was there. Quinn still felt whatever it was on his back, it started to move, rubbing his back as if to comfort him. That's when it hit him, it was Galen's hand! Quinn remembered Galen was with him, and realized Galen must have sensed that he was scared and wanted to comfort him. He no longer felt as though he were going to hyperventilate, he was still scared, but a hell of a lot calmer than he had been just a few seconds ago, knowing that he wasn't alone in this made him fell a whole lot better. Quinn could still feel Galen's hand on his back as he came up to Mrs. Walsh's room, he silently prayed some more that she would not be in her room. As he opened the door he saw that his prayers went unanswered. Mrs. Walsh was sitting right at her desk, she looked up when the door opened and Quinn immediately looked down at the floor in shame. "I-I-I j-j-j-just n-n-n-nee-eed m-m-m-m-my s-stuff" Quinn said, he noticed he was stuttering a lot more than usual. Mrs. Walsh got up from her chair without saying a word, she walked over behind Quinn and shut the door gently so as not to startle Quinn with any noise. She could tell he was extremely nervous, the poor boy looked like he was about to wet himself, she didn't want him to be this way though, she really liked Quinn as a student, and happend to know all of his teachers did, they all had very high opinions of him. After talking to one of her male colleagues who also taught Quinn about the incident that had happend on Friday she learned that it is actually quite common for an adolescent boy to get an erection in class, those things are hard to control. With regards to the accusation of Quinn being gay he didn't have anything to say as an erection in class can't be a basis for someone's sexuality. She walked up to Quinn and put her hand on his shoulder, he flinched under her touch. "What happend yesterday was perfectly natural Quinn, it happens to a lot of boys." She said in the most gentle voice she could. "I-it d-d-does?" "Yes Quinn. they do, Ryan had no right saying those things he said and will be punished accordingly." "Y-y-you m-m-mean a-a-about m-m-me b-b-being g-g-g-gay?" "Yes, he didn't have a right to say such a thing based on what happend, he doesn't know whether or not that is true and he not only embarassed you infront of the class but made you a potential target to others for bullying. He will be suspended, it is just being decided how long, however long it is, his suspension will be effective tomorrow." "Y-y-you d-d-don't th-th-th-think I-I'm g-g-gay?" "Quinn, whether you're gay or not doesn't matter, what people don't understand about that whole thing is that being gay or straight doesn't make up who you are. All it determines is who you are attracted to, it doesn't determine whether you are a good or bad person. People don't see how small a part sexual orientation actually plays in who a person is, I'm sure there are some extremely horrible gay people out there as well as some amazing gay people, just the same way there are some horrible straight people I've met and some truly amazing straight people. My point is, whether you are gay or straight does not matter to me, and if you are in fact gay and need someone to talk to, I am always here, because I know how hard it is for someone to go through that same situation and not have anyone to talk to." Quinn's eyes widened when he heard the last part of what she said, he looked up to see her smiling down at him. "Y-y-you kn-kn-know?" He asked. Mrs. Walsh leaned in close so that she was whispering into Quinn's ear, "My brother is gay." She pulled back to look down at Quinn with a smile and than winked. Quinn couldn't help but smile back and nod, he felt like he would cry tears of joy that someone else knew, all his life he wanted to be able to talk to someone about how he was feeling. And then Galen came and he was able to talk about it, but now he had Mrs. Walsh too and he really felt like he could trust her. Mrs. Walsh made her way to her desk and picked up Quinn's bag to give to him as the bell would be ringing soon. She handed it over to him and told him he needed to head to first period and that whenever he needed to talk she would be there. Quinn nodded and then left, making his way to his history class. Galen felt joy at the fact that Quinn's teacher had accepted Quinn and didn't say anything bad about the fact that Quinn was gay. He followed Quinn to his history class to continue watching over him. He knew Quinn liked this class, especially now that they were learning about world war two and what happened with the Holocaust. It certainly was horrible what happend to all of those people, those from the spiritworld looked on it as a time when humanity showed their dark nature. As that class ended and everybody left Galen continued watching over Quinn. The day went by without any trouble, Quinn had just finished his psychology class and it was time for lunch. Galen was happy to see that no one was bothering Quinn and that Quinn seemed to be happy and pretty confident that no one was gonna hurt him. Galen figured that everyone that saw what happend Friday either forgot about it or just didn't really care. Quinn finished off his lunch in the cafeteria and made his way towards the bathroom with Galen close behind him. Quinn entered the washroom and Galen was just about to do the same when he suddenly stiffened and let out a silent scream as he watched Ryan Miller walk into the bathroom close behind Quinn with an angry and determined look on his face. To Be Continued ... Guardian Angel Ch. 05 Here's where we left off: Quinn finished off his lunch in the cafeteria and made his way towards the bathroom with Galen close behind him. Quinn entered the washroom and Galen was just about to do the same when he suddenly stiffened and let out a silent scream as he watched Ryan Miller walk into the bathroom close behind Quinn with an angry and determined look on his face. * Galen prayed that Ryan wouldn't do anything to Quinn, but somehow he knew inside that his prayers would go unanswered. Galen quickly walked in after standing there in shock induced silence, when he went in he was expecting to see Ryan beating on Quinn. But Ryan was just standing there, staring at one of the stalls. Galen thought to himself. He walked through the stall door and there was Quinn standing at the toilet. Galen needed to warn Quinn in some way, he needed Quinn to know who was standing just outside his stall door waiting for him. He put his hands on Quinn's shoulder and tried to transfer feelings of danger over to Quinn. He could tell it was working as Quinn stopped doing his business and started to look around. But then Galen realized that even if Quinn knew that Ryan was waiting for him, there wasn't anything Quinn could do. He was much smaller than the other boy, probably not fast enough to get away. He needed a new plan, and fast. Galen started trying to think of different ways to help Quinn, he knew even if Quinn knew Ryan was out there, it probably wouldn't help. So instead, he needed to get Ryan out somehow, Galen thought of a bunch of different solutions and then came up with one. He needed someone else to know of Quinn's danger! But more than that, he needed someone who would be willing to help the boy. And then it came to him, Mrs. Walsh! She knew what it was like for Quinn, and she also liked the boy and cared for him. He looked at Quinn, the boy looked nervous and a bit scared which was most likely from the feelings of danger Galen had transferred. Galen stepped out of the stall and looked at Ryan then left the washroom. He quickly found himself in Mrs. Walsh's room, she was sitting at her desk marking papers, Galen walked over and put his hands on both her shoulders, he knew what he was about to do would drain his energy, transferring thoughts to humans was always draining but he knew it had to be done, he just hoped she wouldn't ignore the thoughts. Galen closed his eyes and thought to himself and then transferred them to the brunette infront of him. He could see that it was working as the woman was looking clearly distressed. Mrs. Walsh got up from her desk and started to walk towards the door but then sat back down, clearly pushing the thought aside as if it were nothing. Galen transferred the thoughts again only more intensified, hoping that this time she would go looking for Quinn. This time she did walk out the door, with Galen following close behind. She was heading towards the boys washroom but she looked very unsure of herself. "You okay Maria?" Galen looked up to see a thin, bald man, clearly another teacher. "I'm not sure, I'm looking for a student, it's very important, except he's in the bathroom." Mrs. Walsh replied. "I'm sure he'll be out in a minute." "Yeah, but he wasn't feeling too well when he left, do you think you could go in and just check on him for me?" Galen was a little surprised when he heard the woman lie, but also grateful that she did, otherwise they may not be able to get to Quinn in time. "Course Maria." Just then Galen felt a sharp pain in his stomach, he knew right then that Ryan was hurting Quinn. He looked up to see Mrs. Walsh and the man walking towards the washroom, only it felt so far away, he knew it would take them at least a minute to get to it. A whole minute Ryan would be hurting Quinn. Another pain, this time on his cheek, Galen decided not to wait for Mrs. Walsh and the bald man to get there, he'd go there himself and wait with Quinn, unlike them he could travel faster as he wasn't confined to a body. Within a second he was next to Quinn, the boy was on the ground while Ryan was kicking him, each blow Galen felt just as hard as Quinn. Quinn was begging Ryan to stop, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Suddenly Ryan stopped kicking Quin and looked towards the door. "Quinn, you in here?" Came a voice. "Quinn?" "Shit!" Ryan said under his breath and bolted for the door, tackling the bald man to the ground and then running right past Mrs. Walsh and down the hall. "Quinn!" This time Mrs. Walsh's voice. She ran into the bathroom, her eyes going wide at the sight of Quinn on the floor beaten up. She rushed over to him and found that he was unconcious with a bloody nose, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and then kneeling beside Quinn held it to his nose. She gently shook him awake and was relieved when he opened his eyes and looked up at her. "M-m-m-mrs. W-w-w-a-alsh?" "Yeah, it's me, don't talk, it's okay. We're gonna get you to a hospital" "I already called the cops, an ambulence will be coming with them." Responded the bald man. "Thanks Roger." Mrs. Walsh said. A short time later and ambulence had arrived to pick up Quinn and take him to the hospital. Galen was beside Quinn the entire way to the hospital, Galen already knew Quinn was gonna be alright, he had a broken nose and a concussion but other than that he was okay, ofcourse the paramedics wouldn't know until Quinn was looked over. By the end of the day Quinn was safe inside his hospital bed and Galen decided to go back inside his body and then go back to the hospital. When he made it back to the hospital he found one of the "undercover angels" as he liked to call them, working there, her name was Angela and because of her, he was able to get into Quinn's room without being stopped by anyone. Galen walked over to the hospital bed Quinn was sleeping in, he ran his hand through the sleeping boy's hair. Angela had informed him that Quinn would be released in the morning. Quinn started to wake up, he looked up to see Galen and instantly felt safe again. "How are you feeling?" Galen asked. "I-I-I'm f-f-f-feeling o-okay, s-sore b-b-but o-okay" Galen lent down then and gave Quinn a kiss on his forehead. "God I love you so much." Galen said before leaning down to give the blushing boy a kiss on the lips. Galen had only meant it to be a quick peck but it soon turned into a much more passionate one. Galen snaked his tongue into Quinn's willing mouth and soon both their tongues were in an age old dance. Galen had just sucked Quinn's tongue into his mouth when he suddenly heard a cough. He jerked his head around to see Angela standing there with a knowing grin on her face. Quinn, not realizing the two knew eachother immediately went beet red and brought the blanket up to cover his face. "No need to be embarrassed on account of me Quinn." Angela said while smiling. "Angela and I know eachother Quinn, she's like me." Galen said to Quinn while pulling the blanket back. "Sh-sh-she is?" Quinn asked in surprise. "Yes I am Quinn, I'm an angel, just like Galen." She said with a smile. "But I didn't come here to discuss that, I thought I should let you know that your teacher has contacted your father in New York and he is going to catch the next flight here." Quinn's eyes went wide as soon as he realized what that meant for him and Galen. "I-I-I'm e-e-eight-t-teen, th-th-they d-d-don't n-need to c-contact h-h-him th-though!" "She felt it was for the best Quinn. I have to get back to work though, I'll see you two later." Angela said before walking out. Quinn turned to Galen with watery eyes, he hadn't given much thought to what would happen when his father came back. "D-D-Does th-th-this m-m-m-m-mean y-y-you'll ha-ha-have t-t-to g-g-go?" Quinn asked, holding back a sob. "No Quinn! I don't have to go at all, unless you want me to go, I'm not going anywhere!" Galen said, right before leaning down and giving Quinn another light peck on the forehead. "B-b-but w-w-what a-a-are w-we g-g-going t-to do w-when he g-g-gets here? H-h-he d-d-doesn't kn-kn-know I-I-I'm g-g-gay!" "You'd be surprised at what your father does know Quinn." Galen stated with a smile. "W-w-what d-do you m-m-mean?" "Your father already knows Quinn, he's known for quite awhile. He hasn't said anything about it to you because he wants you to go to him." "H-h-he kn-kn-knows? A-a-and h-h-he's o-o-okay w-w-with it?" Quinn asked, his voice trembling. "Ofcourse he is, he loves you, he's always loved you. And you being gay didn't change a thing." Galen said smiling. Quinn felt like a ton of weight had just been lifted off of his shoulders, he was always afraid to come out to his dad, he thought his dad would be dissapointed because of it. "W-w-what a-a-are w-w-we g-going to t-t-tell h-him a-a-about y-y-you?" Quinnn asked. "We could either tell him I'm just a friend, or that I'm your boyfriend. Whichever you want to tell him is okay with me." "D-d-do y-you th-th-think th-that h-he'd be o-o-okay w-w-with y-you m-moving i-in i-i-if w-we t-t-told h-him y-y-you're m-m-my b-b-boyfriend?" "Not right away I don't think. He'd have to get to know me more before that would happen. But then again, you wouldn't need me to move in with you Quinn, I'd get my own apartment and after you finished high school you'd be able to move in with me." Galen said smiling. Quinn seemed to perk up at that, high school would be done in a couple of months and even if Galen didn't live with him, he would still be able to see him. "W-w-when d-do y-y-you th-th-think he'll g-get h-h-here by?" "I would say sometime in the morning" "I-I-I w-w-want to t-t-tell h-him th-th-the t-t-truth a-a-about y-you, th-that y-y-you're m-m-my b-b-boyf-friend." "Ok, we can do that." Galen said, smiling. "O-o-ok, I'm t-t-tired th-th-though." Quinn said right before yawning. "You get some sleep then, I'll be here by the bed if you need anything." Galen said, then bent down and gave Quinn a kiss on the forehead. As Quinn slowly drifted off to sleep he felt Galen's entwine their fingers together and couldn't help but smile. That night Quinn didn't have any bad dreams, instead he dreamt of Galen, of being held in the safety of those strong and muscular arms. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jackson had just arrived around 7:00 in the morning, when he had heard that his son had been beat up he immediately started packing his things. They'd told him that the damage wasn't anything serious, that his son had recieved a broken nose, a cracked rib and a lot of bruising, but even so Jackson felt he had to get home to his son. He made sure that one of his colleagues would take care of business in New York. He was walking down the hall of the hospital towards Quinn's room now, he figured his son would still be sleeping but wanted to see him anyway, he wanted to see that Quinn was okay with his own eyes. He just turned into Quinn's room and then stopped dead in his tracks, there was a man there, a muscular man, next to his son's small body the man looked like a giant. You could see the muscles in his arms bulging out of his long sleeved shirt. He was sitting in a chair next to Quinn's bed and was bent over with his head resting on the side of the hospital bed, the man was holding Quinn's hand, their fingers entwined and they were both sleeping. /Who is this man? And what is he doing here?/ Jackson thought to himself. He knew his son was gay, but this couldn't be his son's boyfriend, could it? He couldn't imagine his son having a boyfriend, he was much too shy and unsociable. And on top of that, this man was more than twice the size of Quinn and very muscular, if anything, Quinn would be afraid of him, Jackson could not see his son with this man, they were just too different. Jackson decided he better find out just who this mystery man is and started walking towards him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Quinn slowly woke up only to find that Galen wasn't there. He was confused by this because he was sure that Galen had said he would be there. Maybe he went looking around, or went to go talk to Angela or something Quinn thought. He was feeling hungry and pressed the call button for a nurse, he was surprised when he saw Angela come, as he was sure Galen would be with her. "W-w-where's G-G-Gal-len?" Quinn asked. "He is in the cafeteria ... with your father." Angela replied. "M-m-my d-d-dad's h-here?" "Yes, would you like me to go get them for you Quinn?" Angela asked. Quinn nodded his answer right away, wanting to see both his father and Galen. He was a little nervous about the fact that they had met already, he'd wanted to introduce them himself. Quinn had decided the day before that he wanted to introduce Galen as his boyfriend, he wanted to be honest with his father. He was nervous, but after Galen had told him that his father already knew that he was gay, he felt he could go through with it, especially with Galen there. Ten minutes later, Galen and Quinn's father were walking through the door to his room. Quinn was happy to see both of them, but he only got nervous upon seeing his father. His father and Galen looked like they had known eachother for longer then a few hours the way they seemed comfortable around eachother. Quinn thought about it and remembered how safe he felt when Galen is around, Galen was just able to do that with people, make them feel comfortable that is. Jackson looked at his son and walked over to his side wanting to see for himself that Quinn was infact okay. He was surprised when he had walked into the room to find Galen there but upon getting to know the man was happy to see his son had made a friend. Ofcourse he picked up on the way that Galen talked about his boy, he wondered at the possibility that this man and his son were a couple. "How are you feeling Quinn?" Jackson asked Quinn. "O-okay, w-w-when do I g-get t-to go h-h-home?" "Fairly soon, we just have to sign the release forms first and then we're outta here." Jackson smiled. "W-what h-happened to R-r-ryan?" Quinn asked hesitantly. "He is being charged with assault." Jackson said. Just then Angela came in to the room holding a few papers. "I have your release forms ready Quinn, if you could just sign here and here for me that would be great." She said, indicating the places he needed to sign with an 'X'. "I'll also have you know that it is hospital policy that you be taken out in a wheel chair." She said with a smile. Quinn nodded and started to get up after signing the forms but then immediately sat back down on the hospital bed as he remembered he was only wearing a hospital gown that was open at the back. Quinn blushed and looked up asking where his clothes were. His father immediately produced the bag with Quinn's clothes that he had brought after stopping off at their home before coming to the hospital. "Do you need help dressing Quinn? Or are you fine?" Jackson asked of his son. "I can help him!" Galen immediately stated, not being one to let an opportunity slide. Jackson was quite surprised by that admission and looked down to see a beet red Quinn. "Umm, is that okay with you Quinn?" Jackson asked. "Y-y-yes." Quinn said quietly. He swore he could feel himself blush more, if that was even possible. Angela and Jackson then left the room to allow Quinn to get dressed with Galen's help. As soon as they were gone Galen wrapped his arms around Quinn and claimed the boy's mouth with his own thrusting his tongue into Quinn's wanting mouth. Quinn was standing now and he lightly moaned as he felt Galen part the back of the hospital gown and rub his pert buttocks with his hands. Galen loved the boy's smooth cheeks and seized every opportunity to make that known. Quinn moaned once more before pulling away. "I h-h-have to g-get d-dressed G-g-galen" Quinn whispered. "Well then, you'll have to get undressed first." Galen said with a wink right before pulling the hospital gown completely off of Quinn and letting it drop to the floor. Quinn went crimson as he stood there naked in front of Galen while completely hard. Galen held his breath as he took in the sight of his beautiful blushing boy in his naked state. He embraced Quinn once more and held him close, "I want to make love to you tonight, Quinn." Galen whispered. He listened as Quinn's breath quickened and he started to lightly hump Galen. "But unfortunately, you're right, you do have to get dressed." Galen whispered and chuckled to himself as Quinn let out a small frustrated moan as he pulled away. He then grabbed Quinn's sweatpants from the bag his father brought. Quinn took the pants from him and stepped into them. His erection was quite visible underneath his pants but luckily his father had brought him a t-shirt as well as a sweatshirt. Quinn put the t-shirt on and after sitting in the wheelchair he covered his lap with the sweater. Galen proceeded to wheel Quinn into the waiting room where Jackson was waiting. "Alright buddy, let's get you home to rest." Jackson said, all the while staring at Galen. He knew his son was gay, but he simply couldn't imagine this man being his boyfriend. A man like that simply doesn't go for a boy like Quinn. He was big, muscular and had "JOCK" written all over him! Quinn got bullied by jocks! And yet, the way Galen looked at Quinn, the way he was so incredibly gentle with him said "love", Jackson decided he had to look more into this, find out more about this man with his son. "Uh, Galen, why don't you come over to the house for dinner if you'd like, I really appreciate you being here for Quinn and I'm sure he would like it if you came over." "Sure, I'd love to Mr. Aldridge." Galen responded. He loved the way that Quinn's eyes lit up at the mention of him coming over. But he also knew that Jackson had ulterior motives. He'd been reading Jackson's mind the entire time and knew this was simply a ploy to get him alone and question him more about his relationship with Quinn. He didn't blame Jackson though, he was very protective of Quinn, with good reason. "Please, call me Jackson." "Alright, Jackson." Galen said with a smile. * Back at the house, Jackson had been lightly fussing over Quinn, wanting to make sure he was comfortable and had everything that he needed. Eventually Quinn had fallen asleep and Jackson had started to make dinner. Quinn was still asleep when dinner was ready so Jackson decided to let him be and he and Galen would eat dinner while waiting, he also figured this would be a great time to talk to Galen. What he didn't know was that Galen was ready for all of his questions BEFORE he asked them. "So Galen, how did you and Quinn meet?" "Movie theatre." "Movies, huh, what one?" "Batman the dark knight, great movie by the way. I was walking down the aisle and bumped into him, which caused him to spill his drink. I felt bad so I decided to buy him another one and afterwards we just started talking." "How old are you Galen?" Galen was a little tempted to go with 'As old as the planet." But decided to go with something a bit smaller. "I just turned 20." Jackson didn't expect to hear that Galen was 20 years old, he did look older then Quinn, but Quinn doesn't even look his age so that's normal. "How old did you think Quinn was?" "Well, I knew he was 18 because I had stood behind him in line for the movie and the movie is 18A so they asked him for ID. But I'm sure I wouldn't have known that just looking at him." Galen responded. He knew where this conversation was headed, he could tell that Jackson was getting a little frustrated. Guardian Angel Ch. 05 "Now you seem like a nice man Galen, but I want to know exactly what kind of relationship you have with my boy." There. He said it, got it out, now all he had to do was wait for an answer. "Sir, with all due respect, I think this is something you should talk to Quinn about, I'd like to answer that question, but nevertheless it is a question that only he should answer when he is ready." Jackson knew what that meant, Galen and his son were in a relationship together, he also knew Galen was right about his son having to be the one to tell him. He felt he needed to hear it from him, he decided he'd talk to him tomorrow, as it was late now and Quinn was still asleep. "I understand. But I think it's time you should be going now as I'm tired and would like to go to sleep." Jackson then let Galen out of the house, went upstairs and checked on Quinn once more and then went to bed himself. Except Galen wasn't gone, he had simply given off the illusion that he had left. He still had to see Quinn, needed to see Quinn. He silently made his way up to Quinn's room and let himself in. He looked down at the boy as he slept, he sat down on the edge of the bed and started to run his hand through his hair. Galen leant down and started placing gentle kisses all over the soft skin of his face, deciding to wake him up this way. Quinn slowly woke up to the feel of Galen worshipping his face with his mouth, this sort of thing always made him feel loved. He opened his eyes and stared into Galen's blue ones, seeing nothing but love there. "I-I-I w-w-want y-you" Quinn whispered. "You want me to what?" Galen replied, smiling mischievously. "I w-w-want y-you to m-make l-love to m-me." Quinn said, blushing. Galen smiled at the blushing boy whom he loved. "It'll hurt a little, but I'll go slow, I'll make it good for you, okay Quinn?" "I-I d-don't c-c-care if i-it h-h-hurts, I w-want y-y-you so b-bad. I l-love y-y-you s-s-so much!" Quinn responded, he almost had tears in his eyes he wanted this so bad, he'd wanted this for awhile but at the same time had been afraid of what the pain would be like, now he simply didn't care. "Okay Quinn, we'll do it, but I want you on your back so I can see you." Galen said. "Y-y-yes, o-ofc-course." Quinn agreed. Galen pulled back the covers and gently laid himself over Quinn's smaller form, he then took possession of Quinn's lips with his own, loving the way Quinn opened his mouth for his tongue. He made sure to explore every bit of Quinn's mouth with his seeking tongue all the while he touched Quinn all over with his hands, Quinn was only wearing his sweatpants and Galen took full advantage of this by pinching and rubbing at his pink little nipples with his large hands. Galen's arousal was fed with every whimper, every moan, and every enticing little squirm that Quinn gave. To Quinn's delight, Galen started to nibble on his earlobe, making him squirm all the more. Galen started to make his way down Quinn's body, first kissing his way down Quinn's jaw line. He kissed and sucked on Quinn's neck, paying special attention to the place where his neck met his shoulder. His next stop on his journey downwards was at Quinn's sensitive pink nub. He started with Quinn's right nipple while pinching the other with two fingers. He flicked at the now hardening nipple with his tongue, doing circles with his tongue starting from outwards in. He proceeded to take the nub into his mouth, caressing it with his warm tongue. He made sure to give the other nub the same amount of attention upon switching. When he made it to Quinn's belly button he suggestively thrust his tongue in and out a few times and then replaced his tongue with his hand when moving on. Quinn was obviously excited by Galen's ministrations, his cock was hard as a rock pointing towards his face. He only got more and more excited as Galen got closer and closer to his dick, so to say he was shocked when Galen completely ignored his throbbing erection would be an understatement! Quinn had been patient that entire time, not touching himself while Galen had his way with his body, but when he skipped over his cock and started licking his thighs balls and then thighs, Quinn couldn't take anymore. Quinn then reached down and grasped his cock, ready to jack off, but just as he started stroking Galen grabbed his arm and pulled it away from his throbbing member. "What do you think you're doing, Quinn?" Galen said with an mischievous smile. "I-I-I n-n-nee, I n-n-need i-i-it!" Quinn's excitement had only made his stutter worse. "You don't need it, you want it, and I will give it to you, you just have to be patient." Galen said with a chuckle as he gave one long sensuous lick to Quinn's balls, enjoying the way Quinn whimpered. Galen moved back up over Quinn to look at him in the eyes, "Now, do you promise to be good for me, my love?" "yes." Quinn let out in a breath of air. "Good, now I'll resume what I was doing." Galen said after giving Quinn a passionate kiss. Galen went back down to in between Quinn's splayed thighs and started to lick Quinn's smooth ball sack, after which, sucking first the left, then the right ball into his mouth sucking sensuously on each, forcing more and more moans out of the boy he loved. He slowly made his way to Quinn's left thigh, licking and sucking every inch of his milky white skin. He made his way down to Quinn's knee where he sucked on the back, finding the hotspot he'd already known would be there. Afterwards, he continued his journey downwards, making sure to worship his lover's body with his tongue, hands and mouth. Upon reaching Quinn's foot, Galen sat up on his knees and brought Quinn's foot to his mouth, starting with his heel. Galen kissed and licked around Quinn's heel, and once satisfied, with just the tip of his tongue, he slowly licked his way up the delicate arch of Quinn's foot, enjoying the way Quinn squirmed at the sensation this caused. After this, Galen began to massage Quinn's foot with his thumbs, moving from inside out. As he was doing this, he moved his mouth closer to Quinn's toes, and after kissing each one individually, while looking Quinn in the eyes he took Quinn's big toe into his mouth, sucking slowly and caressing the appendage with his tongue. After doing the same to each toe, he moved on to the other foot and repeated his actions, afterwards worshipping his right leg the same way he did his left, only going upwards this time. Galen started to lick Quinn's ball sack again, but this time he didn't stop there, he continued upwards, towards Quinn's now aching erection. He licked his way up Quinn's rosy member, once reaching the top of Quinn's penis, he licked at the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit. At the touch of Galen's warm tongue to his sensitive cockhead Quinn wanted to feel more of that warmth and tried to thrust his cock into Galen's mouth, but to no avail as Galen immediately held his hips down, preventing Quinn from achieving his goal. "Naughty boy." Galen said with a smile and a wink. Quinn couldn't help but blush at that comment. Galen proceeded to lick all around Quinn's cock, especially around the head, sometimes getting his tongue beneath the foreskin. After a couple of minutes of this Galen decided it was time to give Quinn what he had really wanted during all of this foreplay. After pulling the foreskin back, Galen took the head of Quinn's cock into the warmth of his mouth. Quinn jumped a little at the sensation of Galen's mouth around his cock, the heat, the suction, and the feeling of Galen's tongue lapping at the head all made him feel so good, like he could stay like this forever. And it only got better when Galen slowly took the rest of him inside the warmth of his mouth. It took a lot for Quinn to not simply start thrusting his hips in and out of Galen's mouth, Galen had made it very clear who was in charge in this situation, but Quinn also liked it this way with Galen taking so much control over things, it allowed him to just relax and lay back while Galen did most of the work. But he could also tell that Galen was enjoying this immensely, the large bulge in the front of his pants, and the way his wings fluttered with his own excitement was an obvious tell tale sign. Quinn knew that one day he wanted to be in Galen's position, taking control like he was ... and somehow he knew that Galen wouldn't object to that in the least. While he was sucking on Quinn's stiff cock, Galen made sure to stimulate Quinn's full balls with one of his hands. With his other he started to lightly trace around Quinn's hole with one finger. He came off of Quinn's prick and spread his legs wider and then kissed his way down, past his balls, paid a little attention to the perineum and then came to his destination at Quinn's tight rosebud. Before doing what he intended he stared at it a little, knowing that soon that he would be making love to it with his own member, with this knowledge he felt so much love for Quinn, he knew he had to make it real good for Quinn, nothing but his best performance for Quinn, he thought to himself. "I need you to flip over so you're lying on your belly Quinn." Galen said after looking up. Quinn was beet red at the thought of Galen seeing his most private region, no one has ever seen that part of him before. "W-w-why?" Quinn also had no idea why Galen had stared at him there, or what he was planning to do. He knew he wasn't going to make love to him yet, as they had agreed that Quinn would be on his back for that. "It's a surprise." Galen stated simply, with a wicked smile. "O-o-ok" Quinn responded, a little nervous. Quinn rolled over so that he was now on his stomach, his bottom exposed and vulnerable to Galen. Galen placed his hands on Quinn's hips and gently brought him up so that he was on his knees. "So you don't get any ideas and hump the bed." Galen said with a chuckle, causing Quinn to blush even more. Galen positioned himself so that his face was level with Quinn's creamy white buttocks, he then put a hand on each cheek and parted them slowly, exposing the fluttering bud to his gaze. He moved in slowly and started off with light kisses beginning at the top of his crack, and continued on, kissing his way to Quinn's quivering hole. Once reaching it, he sealed his mouth around it and started sucking on it lightly while he dart his tongue out to lick it over and over. Quinn couldn't believe the sensations going through his body at that moment. He had never even imagined that anyone would lick him there. But believable or not, it was happening, and it felt damn good. He now understood exactly why Galen had made sure he was on his knees, all he wanted to do was provide some relief to his aching cock, and Galen's tongue was only making him more desperate for relief! He let out a long moan when he felt Galen's tongue actually push inside of his tight pucker, it felt so dirty but good at the same time to him. He pushed back on the invading tongue, grinding his bottom against Galen's face. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, G-G-Galen." Quinn kept repeating Galen's name over and over as he felt Galen's warm, moist tongue inside of him. Galen enjoyed what he was doing, how couldn't he? He was tasting the essence of his lover, and most of all, bringing him pleasure. He continued to explore Quinn's insides with his tongue enjoying the way Quinn was humping against his face, the way Quinn lost any bit of control he had to him. It was ecstasy. Galen was positive he could make Quinn come simply by rimming him, but he had other plans, and they certainly didn't include an early finale. He pulled back without paying attention to Quinn's protests, well, that's not true, he enjoyed the fact that Quinn didn't want him to stop. He reached over to the dresser for the Vaseline he knew was there and scooped some up with two fingers. "I'm going to prepare you for the main event." Galen whispered sensuously into Quinn's ear right before lovingly spreading the Vaseline on Quinn's virgin hole. Quinn felt a quiver go through him at the thought of Galen's hard, thick dick inside of him, he was nervous, but not afraid. This was something he wanted, something he felt more like he needed. After spreading the lube on the outside of Quinn's rosebud, he gently pressed one finger inside of his lover. Quinn shivered, it was a different sensation for sure, not painful, but something he hadn't felt before. Galen slowly slipped it further and further inside of him until he was at the end. He then pulled back out, and pushed back out in a 'fucking' motion. Quinn was so incredibly warm inside, he wanted to shove his own cock inside of Quinn now, except that's not something he would consider doing, it had to be good for Quinn, more important than anything was Quinn's comfort. Galen pulled his finger out and scooped some more of the lube onto his fingers. "I'm going to put a second one in this time, okay?" "O-o-ok." Quinn responded. After making sure both fingers had enough Vaseline on them he pressed first the one finger in, and then the other. Quinn wasn't sure what to make of two fingers, one finger didn't hurt at all, and he wouldn't say that two hurt, more that they felt more uncomfortable, like more of an intrusion. An intrusion he wanted. This time instead of just pulling out and then pushing back in, Galen had a purpose this time, after a little bit of searching inside of Quinn's bowels he found what he was looking for. His prostate. "O-O-Ohhhh G-G-Galen, oh G-Galen." Quinn almost shouted. "Feel good Quinn?" Galen whispered, already knowing the answer. "Y-yesssssssssss." Quinn answered, ending off with a hiss. After massaging Quinn's prostate, and preparing him for a little while longer Galen decided that Quinn was ready, it was now or never. He leaned over Quinn and kissed him on the cheek. "It's time Quinn, I want you on your back. I love you so much." "I l-love y-y-you too." Quinn whispered as he turned over to his back. Galen gazed down at the one he loved, Quinn was flushed with his arousal, he was breathing a little heavy, his cock had turned a darker shade of red with its denied release, and the look in those eyes was one of pure love. Galen got off of the bed and stood on the floor in front of Quinn, he slowly pulled his sweatpants - the only clothing he had on – off, revealing his own aching arousal to Quinn's hungry gaze. He reached for the Vaseline again and scooped a good amount out, proceeding to spread it on his cock, stroking the lube onto it. Quinn watched Galen spreading the lube on his dick and let out a soft little moan of longing, he wanted that inside of him, he needed that inside of him. Once Galen was satisfied that he had enough lube on, he settled overtop of Quinn, putting Quinn's legs over his shoulders. He leant down and wrapped his soft wings around the young man, knowing how much he enjoyed the feel of them. Galen grabbed his own cock and positioned it at the proper place, and then slowly pushed against it. He felt like he was in his own personal heaven the moment he breached Quinn's sphincter. He was so incredibly tight, and warm, the warmth was absolutely perfect, and the way that Quinn's insides just rippled around his cockhead he felt like he could cum at that second, he was able to hold off though. Quinn however let out a small whine of pain as the head of Galen's cock slipped inside of him. Galen leant down and kissed the one he loved and then looked down at him. "If you want to stop at any point, I'll understand, I know it's painful for you. But if you hang in, I guarantee it will get better, so much better." Galen said truthfully. "I-I-I w-want th-this." Although it was painful, somehow Quinn just knew that the pain would be worth the pleasure in the end. Galen slowly started to sink the rest of his cock into Quinn, making sure he stopped for a little bit each time he saw that it was hurting Quinn a little much. And before Quinn knew it, Galen was all the way inside of him. And by then, the pain had, had time to turn into a sort of dull ache. Quinn felt sort of a sense of pride that he was able to take Galen inside of him all of the way, also that Galen would be the only one ever inside of him. "You okay?" Galen whispered. "I-I-I am n-n-now." Quinn whispered and then smiled up at the angel he loved, smiling even bigger when the smile was returned. Galen slowly withdrew from the haven of Quinn's body until just his cockhead was left inside, and then he pushed back in, equally as slow. He continued this motion while he reached down between their two bodies and grasped Quinn's cock and started to masturbate him. He felt a connection to Galen that he hadn't had before, the one he loved was inside of him right now, they were connected, both physically and emotionally like never before. He couldn't help but moan each time Galen slowly pulled out only to push back in just as slowly. His anal passage felt a little sore from the initial intrusion but now it was a delicious ache being massaged by Galen's love tool. And then Galen found it, his prostate. Ecstasy. "Ohhh, G-G-Galen, p-p-please!" "Please what?" Galen whispered though he already knew what Quinn was asking for. "I w-w-want y-you to g-g-go f-f-faster." "Say it again." "G-g-go f-f-faster, p-please!" "I love it when you beg me." Galen leant down and kissed Quinn passionately on the lips. "Your wish is my command, my love." Galen whispered against Quinn's ear. Galen picked up the pace now, doing short fast thrust into Quinn's willing body. This only elicited more moans and whimpers from the boy as now Galen was rapidly hitting Quinn's sweet spot. He continued to stroke Quinn, matching to two paces. Throughout the room you could hear the sounds of sex, flesh slapping flesh, smell the sweat from both bodies as they made love in a way they hadn't before. With each thrust inward, Galen told Quinn he loved him. He was getting closer and closer to the brink, so he started to jerk Quinn off even faster, loving the boy's moans. "I-I-I'm c-cumming!" Quinn panted. Soon after, Galen felt the boy spurt his climax all over both of their stomachs, the warm semen soon just oozing out of Quinn's sated sex onto his hand. After that, Galen really picked up his pace, practically ramming his cock into Quinn's hot tightness, and no more than two minutes after Quinn's climax, he too had his. The feel of Galen's cum shooting inside his bowels felt good to Quinn, the way his cock swelled slightly bigger and then let out blast after blast of warm cum felt good against his anal walls. When Galen was finished his climax he lay down on top of Quinn breathing just as heavily as Quinn was. Quinn remembered the first night he spent with Galen just then, how safe Galen made him feel, he felt this way now, and he knew that every night he spent with Galen there on, he would feel this safe. "I love you Quinn." Galen whispered to a sleepy Quinn. "I l-l-love y-y-you too." Quinn said, right before falling back asleep. To be continued... Guardian Angel Ch. 06 Hello everyone! Sorry for the long delay in this chapter, unfortunately life got in the way but here it is now. I'd like to thank all of those who have followed and enjoyed Quinn and Galen's story; this will be the final chapter. I hope you all will enjoy it just as much as all of the others and please vote or leave a comment to let me know! Also, I changed the POV to Galen's perspective for the ending, I hope you all enjoy. ----------------------------------------------- I slowly woke to the sounds of Quinn's father leaving for work; Quinn was staying home today due to what happened with Ryan yesterday. I looked down at Quinn's sleeping form I held in my arms, God he's so beautiful. He always looks this peaceful in his sleep, like nothing could ever bring harm to him when he is like this. Last night had been fantastic, Quinn had been so responsive when I took him, and then again three more times afterwards. Each time I made love to him was a completely different experience, like learning something knew about Quinn each time. Sometimes he likes it slow, other times fast; he truly is the perfect lover. I kissed his neck then, light, open mouth kisses starting at the back and then making my way to the side of his neck. He began to stir then. I started to suck his neck gently, circling the area with my tongue. He let out a soft moan and opened his eyes only to moan once more. I rubbed my hand up and down his side, tickling his ribs each time. My aching cock lay nestled between his warm globes and I began a gentle humping motion between them. I brought my hand up to his left nipple and tweaked the tiny pink bud. Quinn shuddered as I gently nipped his shoulder, crying my name out in ecstasy. "Ohhh g-g-god G-G-Galenn!" Quinn moaned. Quinn began to slowly push his supple bottom against my hard cock and moaned a little louder. "I-I-I w-want y-you i-ins-side." He moaned out. I took my left hand away from his nipple and brought it down between us to position my cock for entry, using my pre-cum as lubricant. With my free hand I turned his head so I could kiss Quinn on the mouth. "I love you Quinn." I whispered in his ear. With that I pressed my aching penis against his quivering entrance, Quinn moaned as I started to breach his protesting sphincter. The feeling of his body surrounding the head of my cock was fantastic. This. Was. Heaven. With just the head of my penis inside I brought my left hand to his semi-hard penis and peeled his foreskin back and rubbed the head with my thumb. I raised myself on my elbow to look over his body and watched as I began to slowly stroke of his hot pink erection. While stroking Quinn's penis I began to sink my own member the rest of the way into his heated rectum. Quinn let out a low moan as I bottomed out inside of him. I started a slow pumping of my hips and stroked Quinn's hot little prick at the same rhythm. "Ohh Quinn, you feel so good" I whispered next to his ear. His response was a high pitched moan as I pumped three times in quick succession, hitting his pleasure button on each stroke. "How does it feel Quinn?" He moaned once more and rocked his hips back. "Tell me, I wanna know Quinn, how does it feel to have my hot, hard cock pumping in and out of you as I stroke your penis? Tell me in detail how it feels, I want to hear you say it." I whispered in his ear. I love talking dirty while making love, especially since Quinn is so modest; his blushes are just too adorable to pass up. Also, I just love hearing him vocalise how much he truly enjoys our making love. "I-It feels l-l-like st-stret-tching. L-Like y-you're st-stretching m-m-me, b-but i-i-in a g-g-good way. I c-can f-f-feel y-you m-m-mov-ving i-i-ins-side of me, rub-b-bing m-m-my i-i-ins-sides. Oh oh oh." Quinn panted out. "That's what I wanted to hear, you have no idea how much you turn me on Quinn." I whispered and then nibbled on his earlobe. I started to thrust in and out a little faster, I could feel my balls drawing up, I knew I was going to come soon. I pulled out of him – wanting to prolong it – and turned Quinn onto his back. Quinn began to protest but I cut him short by covering his mouth with my own. I snaked my tongue inside of his mouth and we rubbed our tongues together. I started to kiss my way down his jaw, suckling on it right before getting to his shoulder, lightly nipping him there. I proceeded with feather light kisses on his chest and then went for his sensitive nipple. He moaned as I circled the little bud with my tongue. I took his hardened nipple between my teeth and nipped at him gently before taking it inside my mouth and suckling it gently while flicking it with my tongue. Quinn was thrashing by now and moaning loudly, I had to hold him still as I repeated my actions with his other nipple. I moved on from his nipples, sucking and kissing my way down his ribs to his flat belly, sealing my mouth around his naval. I sucked on his naval while darting my tongue in and out of the little button as a preview of what was to come. Satisfied that Quinn got the message I kissed my way farther down, ignoring his aching penis. Quinn let out a whine of disapproval as I moved around it and kissed his soft blonde pubic hair instead. I lifted my head up and stared down at his throbbing member with his ball sack pulled up tight. I brought my face down and nuzzled his balls, smelling Quinn's essence. I opened my mouth and took his left ball in, sucking him gently while swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin. Quinn was moaning in earnest now as I sucked on his balls harder, he was the instrument, and I the musician. Letting his balls out of my mouth I lifted his legs up to expose his rosy bottom. I kept his legs in place while I dipped down and licked his soft cheeks. Getting the hint Quinn wrapped his arms around his own legs so he could keep them up, allowing me full reign over his ass. I continued to kiss and suck his cheeks for a few minutes before palming and rubbing them with my hands. I separated the cheeks of Quinn's ass and watched as his small rosebud appeared. His hole had not fully closed from when I had entered him this morning and I watched as it fluttered beneath my gaze. Quinn was squirming a little, he was extremely shy about me seeing the most intimate part of his body. I loved that about him, the way he blushed as I stared at him here, it was incredibly adorable. "G-Galen?" Quinn whispered. "Yes Quinn?" He started to squirm a little more as I brought my thumb closer to his hole. "W-w-what are y-you d-doing?" He took in a deep breath as a started to rub my thumb inside of his crack, avoiding the fluttering rosebud. "I'm watching you Quinn. You're perfect Quinn, especially riggghhhhhhtttt here." Quinn held his breath as I brought my thumb to his hole and slowly pushed inside. I pushed my thumb all of the way in and then slowly drew back; he was still slick with my pre-cum from earlier. I took my thumb out and replaced it with my index and middle finger and thrust them in and out quickly. Quinn was moaning loudly now, making all sorts of wonderful noises as I thrust my fingers in and out. I changed my angle just a bit and found the spot I wanted, Quinn's prostate. His body jerked as I hit his button every time I thrust my fingers into him. I eyed his balls, bending forward and taking his balls within my mouth as I continued to thrust my fingers in and out, in and out. Quinn was trembling now as I licked my way up his penis, paying special attention to his now purple head. He thrust his hips forward, urging me to take him into my mouth. I quickly obliged his request and engulfed his aching penis, taking him into my mouth as far as I could. He started thrusting into my mouth as fast as he could, I knew he would orgasm soon, his body was extremely tense, toes curled, hands holding tightly to the bed as if he might fall off with the force of his oncoming orgasm. I stopped thrusting my fingers in and out and instead started to rub his prostate, applying a firm pressure to his pleasure spot. That did it, he let out a loud moan and jerked his hips harder and then went completely still as his semen exploded out of his penis. I could feel his penis inflate a little more as each spurt jetted out of his cock and hit the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up so that only the head of his cock was inside of my mouth so I could taste his essence. He tasted terribly delicious, I felt as though I were even more connected to Quinn than I already am, if that's even possible. Quinn let out a shaky moan as his cock deflated a bit, and his spurts started to lessen in power, now only oozing out of his piss slit. I licked at his slit, seeking more of his nectar. At this he began to jerk his hips away because the head of his cock was extremely sensitive after his orgasm, but I held on tight. "G-g-g-gal-l-len! P-p-please l-l-let it o-o-out!" Quinn begged. I reluctantly released his semi-erect penis from my mouth, kissing the head before moving up Quinn's body. I still had some of his cum inside of my mouth, swishing it around with my tongue I leaned down and kissed Quinn, urging him to open his mouth. Immediately he opened up, allowing me to share his own essence with him. For the next few minutes we swished his semen back and forth between us, simply tasting the other. I swallowed what was left in my mouth of Quinn's cum as he pulled back away from me, ending our kiss. He swallowed and then looked down at my throbbing penis. "I-I-I w-w-want y-you i-i-inside m-me." Quinn said, blushing. As much as I loved his shyness, I was glad that Quinn was getting better at expressing what he wanted. "Ohh I planned on it." I whispered into his ear as I brought my hand underneath him to his ass. I went straight for his hole with my fingers only to find that he was still ready from my previous ministrations just moments ago. I smiled mischievously as I brought his legs up over my shoulders and positioned my hard penis at his fluttering hole. I held his gaze as I pushed my hips forward against his hole, both our bodies shuddered as the head of my cock popped inside of Quinn. The way Quinn's tight passage was fisting my cock was driving me crazy, I wanted to just pound into him, drive my cock to the hilt immediately. But I knew if I did it would all be over too fast and I wanted to prolong and enjoy our love making. I slowly sank my cock into his tight heat, my body quivering with the urge to thrust. Once fully in I leaned forward and hungrily attacked Quinn's mouth with my own. As I thrust my tongue into Quinn's mouth I slowly withdrew my cock from Quinn's body, taking all of it out except for the head. After which I just as slowly sank back into Quinn. Quinn pushed his bottom upwards, trying to make me go deeper faster; I grabbed his hips with my hands and held him in place much to his disappointment. "I want to make love to you slowly right now." I whispered to him. He nodded to me and I began to slowly and gently rock my hips into his body causing both of us to whimper and moan at the pleasure that created. I could feel the pleasure building in both of our bodies as his hole gripped my cock tightly. Quinn was once again rock hard and squirming beneath me, I tried to keep the urge to pound into him under control but after so long it was impossible and much to Quinn's delight I began to rapidly thrust my cock into his body. I grasped his cock and started to jerk him off at the same speed as I was fucking him at. He moaned loudly at the assault on both his prostate and his aching hard penis. I thrust even harder then, hitting those pleasure filled nerves with my cock repeatedly with each thrust as I stroked his cock with great speed. Not long after Quinn let out a long and loud cry as his cock spurted out his seed for the second time that morning. I could feel his anal walls grasping my cock even tighter, rippling around my penis with each wave of his orgasm. With the extra stimulation to my cock I quickly followed him and enjoyed the most satisfying orgasm I've ever had. I tensed up as my semen exploded out of my cock and into his body, each wave of my orgasm more satisfying than the last. I collapsed on top of Quinn as our orgasms finished, his sticky cum gluing us together. "Th-th-that f-f-felt s-s-so g-g-good." Quinn panted. "Agreed." I responded. We just laid in silence for the next few minutes, only the sounds of our heavy breathing could be heard. The silence was broken by the rumble of Quinn's belly, effectively reminding him that he had not eaten yet. We kissed once more before pulling apart from each other, my now soft cock coming out of Quinn with a pop. I stood up and looked down at Quinn's naked body, his soft penis nestled in his pubic hair looked so sated. He blushed at my gaze and looked away, I picked him up then and threw him over my shoulder and walked out to the kitchen. "I-I-I'm n-n-not d-dressed!" Quinn protested. "You don't need to be." I responded and then gave his butt cheek a good squeeze with my hand. "B-B-But m-m-my d-dad-" "Is at work. And I want to eat naked." I interrupted him. Quinn sighed and quit his struggles then. We ate breakfast and spent the rest of the day in the nude, a lot of it in bed or just cuddling while we watched some T.V. We did get dressed around four-thirty because his father got finished work at five. I suppose seeing his son –who he is extremely protective of-cuddled up naked with me wouldn't exactly be a good impression. I had been able to hear his thoughts in the morning before he left for work, he planned on speaking to Quinn about me and our relationship. I could tell he was worried about the possibility of Quinn getting hurt. "Your father will be home soon Quinn." "I-I-I kn-know." He moved his body backwards, snuggling against me as we lay on the couch. "He wants to have a discussion with you when he gets home, it's best that I not be seen here by him." I felt him tense a little, from his thoughts I could tell he didn't like the idea of me leaving. I kissed his head and pulled him closer to me. "I'm not leaving, I'll stay inside of your room while he talks to you." He relaxed a little at that. "W-w-what d-d-does he w-want to t-t-talk a-about?" Quinn asked. "He wants to talk about you being gay, he wants you to know that he knows and that he still loves you. He also wants to talk to you about me and our relationship together." I told him "W-w-why d-d-does he w-want to t-t-talk a-a-about u-u-us?" Quinn asked. "He worries about you and doesn't want to see you hurt, that's all." "I-I-I'm j-just w-worried th-th-that h-he w-w-won't be o-o-okay w-with you." Quinn said. Just then we heard a car door in the driveway, I kissed Quinn and told him it would be alright and then made my way up to his bedroom. I could hear the door downstairs open as Jackson entered; I wanted to know what Jackson had to say so I laid down on Quinn's bed and separated my spirit from my solid body. In spirit form I made my way downstairs and into the living room to see what Jackson would say to Quinn about us. "How're you doing Quinn?" Jackson asked. "I-I-I-I'm f-f-fine, y-y-you?" "Pretty good, long day. So umm .. Galen seems nice, he a good friend?" Jackson asked, I could tell he was unsure of how to approach the subject. "Y-y-yess, he r-r-really i-i-is." Quinn replied. "Quinn I umm, I need to talk to you about something." "W-w-what?" Quinn asked, sounding a little nervous now. Jackson stayed silent for a moment, I could hear him in his head contemplating how to ask the question. Once deciding on a way he took a deep breath and looked Quinn in the eyes. "What kind of relationship do you have with Galen?" Jackson asked. Quinn looked really nervous now although he tried to hide it. "W-w-what d-do y-you m-m-mean?" Quinn whispered, unable to look Jackson in the eyes. Jackson walked over to Quinn then and sat beside him on the couch, putting his arm around Quinn and pulling Quinn close to him. "I know Quinn. I know that you are gay. I don't want you to be afraid of what I think about your being gay because I still love you. You're my son, being gay won't ruin my love for you. I need you to know that." Jackson said. Quinn nodded against Jackson's chest, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. I could feel Quinn's emotions and he was close to tears. Hearing me tell him that his father knows he is gay and still loves him and then hearing his father say it are two totally different things. "So, tell me about your relationship with Galen. I want to know that he is good for you, everyday I'm worried that you will get hurt, I don't like to see you hurt Quinn, so I want to know that Galen won't hurt you." Jackson said with a shaky breath. "H-h-h-he w-won't h-hurt me d-dad. H-h-he l-loves m-me, and I-I-I l-love h-him." Quinn whispered. Jackson stiffened at Quinn's announcement of love, "Quinn, I think it's a little too early to say stuff like that." Jackson said. "N-n-no it i-i-isn't." Quinn said, sounding a little unhappy. "Ok, it isn't too early then." Jackson said softly, not wanting to make Quinn upset. Quinn nodded and then looked away. He could not see me but he could sense that I was in the room. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms and wings around him, he would not be able to feel me the same way he would feel me if I were in my solid form but he was able to feel a warmth accompanied by a slight tingling sensation. I could feel Quinn relax, he knew that I was touching him and he was grateful for it. I could hear Jackson's thoughts, he was worried Quinn was going to get hurt, he also planned to talk to me about this the next time we met. "Quinn?" Jackson asked, breaking the silence. "Y-y-yes" "Have you and Galen ..." he broke off for a moment, clearly uncomfortable. I knew what he was going to ask, and Quinn was hoping he wouldn't. Jackson took a breath and then continued. "Have you and Galen had sex? I know you probably don't want to talk about this but I need to know that if you are that you are protected properly." Jackson stated quickly, getting the words out fast before he could change his mind. I had to smile at Quinn's face; he was beet red with embarrassment. He didn't answer right away; instead he looked down at the ground and took a few deep breaths. This was answer enough for Jackson, this told him that Quinn and I were indeed having sex, what he did not know was that we don't use protection, for obvious reasons, those being that I am an angel and cannot contract nor give any diseases. I listened more intently to Jackson's thoughts, he was extremely uncomfortable with the fact that we were having sex so soon, but more so than that he was uncomfortable with the mechanics of sex between me and Quinn. He was thinking in stereotypes, Quinn was small and fragile, I was bigger and stronger than Quinn and to him that meant that Quinn was the submissive –which he's not entirely wrong about, though I couldn't care less as to whether I'm submissive or dominant, as long as it's with Quinn I'm happy- and he was not too comfortable with the idea of me being the dominant partner during sex. I imagine it is much like an over protective father and his daughter, only this time it's and overprotective father and his gay son. "Quinn? You use protection don't you?" Jackson asked, afraid of the answer. Now Quinn isn't a very good liar but if he said "yes" to Jackson's question Jackson would likely assume the topic of conversation is the cause of Quinn being uncomfortable while answering the question. Quinn looked at Jackson and nodded, "Y-y-yes, w-w-we d-d-do." Quinn said softly. "Ok, that's um good." Jackson replied quietly. "D-d-dad?" "Yes?" "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." Quinn whispered. "What for?" Jackson asked, a little confused. Guardian Angel Ch. 06 "F-f-f-for b-b-b-being l-l-like th-th-this, f-f-for b-b-being g-g-gay." Quinn mumbled. He was on the verge of tears and if I could pull him close to me I would have, instead I kissed his forehead. Jackson looked down at Quinn and then pulled Quinn into a hug. "That's nothing to be sorry for Quinn, don't ever apologize for that." Jackson whispered. From behind Quinn I wrapped my wings around them both. Jackson kissed Quinn's forehead before standing up and clearing his throat. "Would you umm like to invite Galen over for supper, I was thinking we'd order pizza tonight." I knew this was a big step for Jackson, he had accepted the Quinn is gay and he was now accepting that Quinn is in a gay relationship even though he was a little uncomfortable with it. "Y-y-y-yeah, I-I-I'll go c-call him n-n-now!" Quinn got up and went upstairs to his room. I was in my body and waiting before he made it there. He walked over to me, as much as he wanted to run he couldn't due to the soreness in his ribs. Upon reaching me he wrapped his thin arms around me and started to softly cry. I wrapped my arms and wings around him and settled us both down onto the bed. He was not crying because he was sad, he was crying because he was overjoyed. For years he had been deeply afraid that his father would reject him, Quinn had heard plenty of stories about boys and girls alike being rejected by their parents because they were gay. Deep down he knew that his father loved him but he was unable to let go of the fear that being gay was big enough to erase that love from his father's heart. Today his father had dissolved those fears with his loving embrace and the only way Quinn knew how to show his joy over this was to silently cry and let all the built up stress and fear out for good. "Let it out, let it out Quinn, it's alright." I whispered in his ear while rubbing his back. "H-h-h-he d-d-doesn-n't h-hate m-me!" Quinn exclaimed through his tears. "He could never hate you." I whispered back. Slowly Quinn stopped crying, taking deep breaths as he took off his glasses and wiped away his tears. His eyes went wide then as he looked at me, I knew what was happening but he did not understand. "I-I-I c-can s-see y-y-you c-clearly." He whispered. Quinn could see me clearly without his glasses on but he could not see anything else very well. This is a direct result of the bond we share, with each passing day it gets stronger and eventually Quinn will be able to hear my thoughts and feel my feelings just like I can hear and feel him. "It's our bond Quinn, it gets stronger each day, soon you'll be able to feel me at all times even when you cannot see me." I told him. He looked happy that our bond was growing stronger and stronger, but also a little confused at the concept. I pulled Quinn in for another hug and told him that it is probably time that I arrive for dinner. He nodded and we went downstairs to where his father was but his father could not see me. Jackson heard the doorbell and went to go answer the door, I was giving him the illusion that I was just arriving. He greeted me and I then gave the illusion that I walked over to Quinn to where I now am. "So Galen, I wasn't sure what you like on your pizza so I got one with pepperoni, bacon, and mushroom and another with just pepperoni." Jackson said, he was feeling a little awkward. "Sounds good to me Jackson." I said, giving him a smile. "Alright, well I'm gonna go read while waiting. You two just, umm don't get into too much trouble." He said, a little hurriedly. We split up then and Quinn and I went up to Quinn's room. Once we were inside of Quinn's room I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up, pulling him into a deep kiss. We stared into each other's eyes while we kissed, it feels so much more intimate that way. I walked us over to the bed and laid us both down. I cuddled him close to me from behind and lightly kissed his neck. "I-I-I-I'd f-f-feel w-weird if w-we m-m-made l-love w-with m-my d-dad d-d-downstairs." Quinn stated a little disappointedly. I smiled against his neck and held him closer, the fact that he was comfortable telling me to stop was good. "What would you like to do then?" I asked. Quinn thought about it for a moment and then reached into his night table and grabbed the remote control to the television across from his bed. "L-L-Let's j-j-just watch s-s-some T.V." He said after turning it on. After flipping through the channels for a bit he settled on a channel that was playing "Touched by an Angel." He blushed a little and looked at me, "I-I-I u-u-used t-to w-watch th-th-this a-a-a lot." "I know." I whispered to him. After that we just lay back and watch the show, well Quinn watched the show, I watched Quinn. He really was beautiful, how could some people not see that? It was frustrating how cruel some humans could be, but then you get one like Quinn who is the complete opposite of cruel. Instead he is caring, shy and gentle. I held him closer and breathed in his scent, my body reacted the way it always does when I am this close to Quinn, I was hard and so was Quinn. But this was not about sex, we were simply cuddling and enjoying the other's company. The show was almost over and I noticed that Quinn had fallen asleep. I wrapped my wings around his body; he sighed in his sleep and snuggled back into me. I listened to his dreams and was pleased to see that he was dreaming about him and me, instead of having another nightmare about Ryan. Just then I heard a soft knock at the door, it was Quinn's father and I could tell he was nervous about interrupting us, unsure of what we are doing. I called for him to come in, keeping quiet enough to not wake Quinn. Jackson walked in and was a little surprised at our position, more so at the fact that I was okay with him seeing us together like this. However he was relieved to see we were both still fully clothed, I had to smile at that. "Uhm the pizza is here, thought I'd come let you two know." Jackson said quietly. "Alright, I'll wake him up." I said and smiled at Jackson. Jackson left and quietly shut the door. I looked down at Quinn's sleeping face, I kissed his head and gently shook him. He let out an annoyed groan and flipped onto his stomach. I chuckled and shook him some more. "It's time to get up Quinn, the pizza is here." I laughed as he pulled the pillow over his head to try and tune me out. "I-I-I'm s-s-so t-t-tired! Y-Y-You w-w-woke me u-up t-t-too e-e-early!" Quinn protested. "I don't remember hearing any complaints from you at the time." I huskily whispered against his ear before giving the lobe a quick lick. He squeaked and jumped up, blushing as he looked at me. "Well now that you are finally awake, let's head downstairs." Quinn nodded and we both got up to go downstairs. Dinner went a lot better than I had expected, Jackson seemed to be feeling a lot more comfortable with my presence. After eating we played a few different card games that I was able to pick up on pretty fast, I even won once. After the games I said goodbye to Jackson, gave Quinn a kiss goodbye for Jackson to see and gave him the illusion that I had left. I walked halfway up the stairs and waited for Quinn. "He seems like a very nice man." Jackson stated. "H-H-H-he is r-r-reall-ly n-nice. I l-l-l-love h-him." Quinn said proudly. I couldn't help but beam at Quinn's confidence. "Just promise me you won't rush into things, I don't want you getting hurt." "H-H-He w-w-wouldn't h-hurt me. O-O-Once you g-g-get to kn-kn-know h-him, y-y-you'll s-see it t-t-too." Jackson smiled and nodded in response, continuing to clean the kitchen. When Quinn offered to help he waved him off and told Quinn he would take care of it. Quinn nodded back and quickly came up the stairs towards me, smiling. I put my arm around him and pulled him close as we walked up towards his room. I loved the feel of his fragile body against mine, feeling him like this made me feel extremely protective, like I could keep him safe from any danger that may lurk nearby. I kissed the top of his head as we stepped in the door and was surprised when Quinn turned around and kissed me roughly. I felt his tongue at my lips, hungrily seeking entrance. I gladly opened for him, feeling his tongue invade my mouth, searching and massaging my tongue. It was exciting to see this side of Quinn. He slowly pulled away, blushing at his sudden boldness. "I-I-I w-w-want s-somth-thing." Quinn said, a little nervously. "What do you want?" I whispered seductively right before licking the outer edge of his ear. "I-I-I w-want to b-b-be th-the one o-o-on t-t-top th-th-this t-t-t-time." He whispered, his face flushing even more red. "Well, we could arrange that." I said, smirking at him. I was about to grab him and take him onto the bed with me but was quickly stopped. "I-I-I a-a-also w-w-want t-t-t-t-to be i-in ch-ch-charge. I-I-Is th-that o-okay?" He was getting a little uncomfortable with what he was asking. "Of course." I replied, smiling warmly at him. He nodded and I stood still while he looked at me, taking a deep breath. His right arm tentatively rose towards my chest. His hand stopped before touching me and then after a deep brearrth Quinn laid his hand flat on my bare chest. His left arm came up though not as slowly and landed right under my right nipple. It was my turn to take in a deep breath as Quinn started to rub my chest in a circular motion, flicking my nipples with his thumbs. He took my left nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked it a little before rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. He stepped in closer and brought his face in closer to my chest and took my hard nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the sensation of his hot, sucking mouth on my sensitive nub. He started to travel down my chest to my stomach, placing open mouth kisses at random spots on my body as he went down. He stopped at the top of my jeans and started to kiss upwards, once he was standing he guided me towards the bed and motioned for me to sit down. I followed his order and he slowly got down on his knees. He started to kiss my stomach again, paying special attention to my naval. Once finished with that he turned his attention to my pants. His hands moved slowly up my thighs towards my groin, massaging as they went. Upon reaching his destination he hesitated, and looked up at me as though asking for permission, I nodded, giving him the encouragement he needed. He looked back down and began to undo the button with shaky hands. It took him a moment but he got it undone and was able to pull down the zipper with no problems. I lifted my body up to make it easier for him as he pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time. He let out a squeak and jumped back as my cock sprang out and almost hit him in the face. I couldn't help the chuckle that came out at the sight and I watched as Quinn's blush came back tenfold. He quickly brought his attention back to my rock hard cock; he smiled a little as it began to twitch under his gaze. Quinn hesitantly cupped my heavy balls in his left hand while he encircled the shaft of my penis with his right. I could not help but thrust my hips into his hand as he tightened his grip and stroked me slowly, squeezing extra tight when reaching the head. He started to roll my balls around in his hand, feeling them, squeezing them gently to a chorus of moans as he stroked his index finger along my taint. He started to move his head towards the head of my cock but then stopped, he was feeling very unsure of himself. "I-I-I d-d-don't kn-kn-know h-h-how. I-I-I w-w-want to d-d-do i-it g-g-good, I-I-I w-w-want t-to m-m-make y-you f-f-f-feel good b-b-but I d-don't kn-kn-know h-how." He said, sounding disappointed. I smiled down at him and cupped his face in my hand. "Anything you do Quinn makes me feel good. If it helps, I'll guide you, let you know what really feels good." Quinn smiled and looked down at my very leaky penis, his face showing curiosity. He stuck his tongue out, leaned it and took a quick lick of the fluid leaking from my piss slit, at first he did not look like he was too sure on whether he liked the taste or not but quickly stuck his tongue back out and started to lick up more of the pearlescent fluid. It took a lot in me to keep from having an orgasm as I saw Quinn's pink tongue take a swipe at my cock. I had wanted to both feel and watch Quinn suck on me for so long now but knew he had not been ready before and therefore did not push it. It was worth the wait, he had not even started sucking me yet and I was ready to come just from watching him between my legs pushing himself to overcome his extreme shyness, it was unbelievably beautiful. Quinn pulled back a moment and studied my penis for a moment, he brought his head closer and opened his mouth wide and took the head of my cock into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head as tight as he could and just started to suck while flicking my slit with his tongue. He tried to take a little more into his mouth but started to gag and pulled back. He stroked my shaft while he sucked on my head and played with my balls in his other hand. Every now and then he would pull his mouth off my head and lick all the way up and down my shaft. "Ohh Quinn, Quinn I'm gonna come soon." I warned. To my surprise he did not pull off, instead he sealed his lips around my head and both sucked harder. I felt myself reach the edge fast and barely kept myself from thrusting into the back of his throat as I was finally pushed over. I moaned loudly as I spurt my seed into Quinn's mouth. Quinn swallowed with each spurt and just kept sucking, even after I started to go soft. After a few more moments Quinn pulled off and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled down at him and reached out and wiped some of my cum off his face, I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked it off. Quinn slowly stood up and then grunted, holding his ribs. "You okay Quinn?" I asked. "Y-Y-Yeah i-i-it's j-just a l-l-l-litt-tle s-s-sore." Quinn leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, circling his arms around my neck. I scooted us up the bed towards the top with Quinn laying on top of me. I helped Quinn slowly undress, starting with his shirt and then peeling off his jeans and underwear. I gave his erect penis a few strokes before he stopped me, reminding me that he was in charge for this session. I reached into the night stand and handed him the lubricant. Quinn poured a generous amount onto his hand and stroked his hard cock, thoroughly spreading the lubricant. I brought my legs up and placed them over his shoulders and gave him the nod to go ahead. Quinn leaned forward and positioned his cock at my entrance, preparing to push inside. Quinn pushed forward and I felt the head of his cock slowly enter my hole. I watched Quinn's face as it scrunched up in pleasure at the feel of my tight heat around his cock. Feeling him inside me felt incredible, the bond it creates when we are joined as one in this way is inexplicable. Unable to control his urges he did not take his time in entering me to the hilt. I loved watching him this way; the way he looked when he lost control to what he was feeling was extremely erotic. Quinn pulled out again, slowly and then slammed his way back in. I could tell that he wanted to go slow, he wanted to draw this out but he could not help but surrender to the feelings I was creating for him. He moaned loudly as I squeezed my anal walls around his aching penis as tight as I could. I was immediately rewarded with a quick succession of hard thrusts as Quinn lost any bit of control he had left. I felt closer to the brink as Quinn continued to pound into me. I closed my eyes and reached down to stroke myself, after a few strokes I felt Quinn's hand on top of mine, moving it away. Quinn stroked me to the same rhythm of his thrusting hips. I moaned at the sensations as they consumed my body, the thrusting of Quinn's penis inside of me and the tight little hand around my erection, squeezing tighter at the head. The edge was near and I knew it, so did Quinn and he pounded into me even faster than he had been. Quinn was the first to come, his body went completely still as I felt the first spurt of his seed inside of me, he whimpered my name and thrust in with every shot of his seed. During his orgasm Quinn had stopped stroking me so I reached down and picked up where he left off, using my free hand I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him, moaning into Quinn's mouth as I stroked myself as fast as I could. Within a few seconds I erupted, covering us both with my seed. I brought my legs down from around Quinn's shoulders and Quinn, now sated nearly collapsed upon me, laying his head on my shoulder. I kissed and stroked his soft hair as he slowly drifted to sleep, his body exhausted from our lovemaking. I thought back to him just moments before as he hit his orgasm, the way he lost control, allowing his emotions to break through his usually guarded expression, it was these times that he let everything he felt out. I was beyond joy that it was I he allowed to see him in such a state. "I love you Quinn." I whispered into his hair before kissing him once more. He stirred from his sleep and looked up at me, a smile on his face. "Y-Y-You t-t-t-too." Quinn whispered before leaning up to kiss me once more on the lips before going back to sleep. In that moment I knew, just looking at him that I would be with this boy for the rest of eternity, both on earth and heaven when the time came. ****60 YEARS LATER**** Groceries in hand, I walked into the apartment I shared with Quinn, placing the bags on the counter I quickly put the items where they belonged before walking over to where Quinn sat by the window. Quinn was very frail at seventy-eight, his body slowly deteriorating; he had come a long way from the boy he was when I first came to him. To him I looked the same age I did on the first night-a man in his mid twenties, but to everyone else I had aged just as much. It wasn't until I sat down next to him that Quinn turned his head to me. With age Quinn had lost his hearing as well as his memory, I was the only one he seemed to remember. Quinn slowly turned his body towards me, reaching his arms out. I took him in a gentle embrace and kissed his head. I longed to make love to him again but physical love was not easy on Quinn's weak body and heart, so instead we lay together, holding one another. Quinn's back was to my front on the couch, our fingers intertwined as we lay, listening to each other's breathing. "I-I-It's t-t-today." Quinn spoke softly. A few tears slipped from my eyes as I nodded against his head. It shouldn't be this hard, I knew what was coming and that everything would be okay but my time spent on earth had caused me to have more human emotions than I thought possible, fear of death being one of those. Watching him grow old and his body go weak were some of the hardest things I had to face and now I would have to watch him die. I tried to think of the positives, that as he left this earth, I too would leave and we would meet on the other side, but somehow that didn't stop the sadness I felt in my heart, I didn't want to see him in any pain. "I-I-I c-c-can s-see o-oth-thers." Quinn wheezed, his body trembling with the effort. What Quinn was seeing was parts of the spirit world, the closer he got to death the more the lines between the two worlds blurred. Suddenly Quinn's breaths were coming out in short breaths, I held him close to me as his body was wracked with pain. Quinn was gripping his left side and I could feel his heart beating rapidly. Heart attack. I hold Quinn's body to me as he gasps for air, what surprises me is that all I can feel from Quinn is peace, he is not afraid but full of peace. I can't help but smile at that, I, the mighty angel of the Lord is more afraid of Quinn's death than Quinn himself. Guardian Angel Ch. 06 *Quinn* I can feel Galen's strong arms around me as the heart attack takes hold of me. I thought I would feel fear but I have none. It is painful at first but soon the pain is gone, I open my clenched eyes to find that I am no longer in our shared apartment. Everything is so bright and the first thing I see is Galen's face full of love looking down at me. I look down at myself and find that I am young again. I feel Galen's arms and wings envelop me and I know that I am in heaven. I am at peace. *** The End