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Creepy
Destinations by Mike Wilson © Mike Wilson
Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept along the east wall: “Andre creep... Andre creep... Andre creep.” His muscular body crunched hapless twigs and plants in his path. In his mind behind his repeating mantra was his ultimate goal: the low point in the wall which he could clamber onto to sneak a short distance beyond, there to gaze at his beloved once again. "Andre must be quiet... Must not be discovered... Andre creep..." Soon he reached his goal and leapt upon the wall, just wide enough to accommodate him. He brushed his long blond locks out of his bright blue eyes. If he had been well born, properly attired, he would have been considered quite the catch. As it was, his handsome features and physique were wasted on a simple peasant . He didn't trouble himself with such thoughts. He was lowborn, and resigned to his fate. But he did have this particular attraction to other males, one which could get him driven out of the village entirely at the merest mention. Most times, he held his tongue and endured. This attraction, however, was so powerful, it would not let him rest. So he felt he must steal secret nighttime gazings upon his beloved: the princely son of the local food merchant. He stealthily crept up to the part of the wall where a bedroom window faced out from a stylish town manor, fished the wooden crate out of its hiding spot, and raised himself up to the window to gaze once again at his beloved prince, the object of so many fantasies. Aha! The young man had but a few candles burning, and was undressing for bed even as Andre gazed longingly. He watched as Tamarind Second, heir to a growing produce and meat empire, stripped off his silken shirt, and tugged down his breeches. Nothing underneath! His virile manhood sprang free, half-erect and perfect in its dimensions. Andre was so taken by it that he let out an involuntary gasp, loud enough to be heard through glass. Tamarind turned toward his window and saw a person outside looking right at him. He cried out, "What the...? Hey you... Get off our wall, you creep!" Andre was mortified. But he was intelligent enough to know, now was the time to beat a retreat. Tears of shame rolling down his cheeks, he managed to turn and dart down the wall a ways, then leapt off and ran into a wooded area. All he could think of was his beautiful, beloved fantasy man: brown silken hair, parted in the middle; those green eyes that had gazed piercingly right at him. And that gorgeous mouth with ruby lips had called him a creep! Andre trudged home, whimpering in agony. "Tamarind called Andre a creep... Andre nothing nothing but a creep... Andre creep..."
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