No.

8 Silver nipple ring, red tattoo and tears

in holy city

Bailey will fly back to Texas alone two days later because next Sunday is his
mother's birthday. I took him to the top of the world, the Jungfrau mountain in
Switzerland yesterday, to tell him I never had such joy and "high" in my life
until I found him. He was so overwhelmed and I saw a drop of tear..... running
down..his sexy cheekbone...
He hugged me like there is no tomorrow and said, "I want to get a tattoo for
you, Babe!"
Tattoo is not my thing but I really wanted to have a nipple piercing. So I
suggested that he can get a red rose tattoo on his left chest and I will have a
piercing on my right giant man nipple. Thus, every time we hug, my silver nipple
ring will touch his blossom literally, remembering our union, our gay
love..........

We chose a gay owned tattoo parlor in Zurich and two muscular well-built bears had
the honor to torture us, figuratively speaking. We were holding our hands during
the whole process, Bailey was screaming like a girl the whole time......... I
could tell he was holding his tears harshly.... Finally, one tear drop ran down
his sexy cheekbone.........
Almost approaching the final touch, the blond bear whispered to me softly, "Here
comes the best part......" A needle pierced into my right nipple and I felt
another high in my life, I grabbed Bailey's hand tightly.....felt like we were
having a foursome in heaven......in hell...........in heaven/hell......

Saying goodbye at the busy Geneva Airport terminal, we hugged and kissed like it
was the end of the world. Suddenly, Bailey pointed something sharp and hard toward
my sore nipple and said, "Come to see me after your Euro trip or I will dig your
heart
out !" It is a swiss army knife...........
Bailey told me once his father took him fishing but a rainstorm came suddenly.
They
had to pack up their fishing tools quickly,
however he forgot to put back his small knife in his pocket. His father told him
not to worry because it is a swiss army knife. It won't rust and can stand time,
like his love for him and his mother. He gave the knife to me as a symbol of our
timeless love. He's so sweet.

Bailey kissed the knife and sidled it into the front pocket of my tight blue
jeans, told me to go kill some tigers along my journey.
Naughty Bailey, he had to wake up my baby one more time........super
naughty.........
( Since we are still young and it is our first
gay love, we decided to have an open
relationship and explore the gay lifestyle until we meet again. A promise. )
By the way, I brought two identical swatch with a red rose tattoo pattern on the
clock face. I gave him one and I would wear the other one night and day, until I
could kiss his sexy smooth hairless chest again.....
Leaving the airport, I felt kind of empty without Bailey' company but traveling
around the world is my dream so I just moved on, without him.........

I flew to Tel Aviv the next day. Jerusalem is the holy city and I wanted to see if
gay is still a taboo in this world, in the holy land.
One evening, I went to the mountain, where crucifixion of Jesus was held, to watch
the sunset, then walked the last path of Jesus backward to the core of Jerusalem.
Oddly, I bursted into tears like an infant and tears kept running down un-
controlibly...........
I spoke to myself, "Am I that sinful? Is God punishing me? Is gay really not
acceptable in this world?"
A teenager, walking by in the opposite direction, saw me and asked if I was
alright.
He said it must be the tear gas from the east side 'cause there was a
confrontation from the two sides. He handed me a pure white handkerchief to wipe
my tears and said I would be alright in 20 minutes. He looked into my teary eyes
and he saw some connection he never dreamed of in a million years. He took a deep
breath and asked if I would like to join him for a late supper........

We walked to the main street and a driver dressed in black Armani suit and black
tie greeted us politely and guided us to a black limousine with an emmy status on
the front.
Driver : "Master, where are we going ?"
Teen : "Straight to the mansion and tell
Mario to prepare a French cursine
tonight."
He petted on my left thigh and asked me, "Do you like cheese and wine ?" I
replied, "who doesn't ?" He smiled and kissed my cheek gently and said, "Lovely !
"..............
OH MY GOD !!! It is not a mansion but a palace. It's like the palace of
Alexander!!!
It's a hot summer night so he would like to dine in the botanical observatory,
which collected thousands of roses, especially the David Austin Roses. We dined
like two kings and he ordered all the staff (servant) to be dismissed after Mario
brought out the white wine and cheese to the eleven foot long dining
table.............

I was so wasted that night and I had no idea it was a dream or

not.........................
That teen poured a glass of fine white wine into his mouth and kissed me gently,
dripping the wine slowly into my mouth, seductively, second by second......
I was so high and all I could feel was rose pedels circling around me, my
body...........
...pink constance spry..deep red shakespeare .....orange pat austin.......yellow
golden celebration ..........pure white swan...
Strangely, I felt someone was watching us while I was making love with the TEEN
the whole time, a shadow swiped on and off at the entrance of the
Observatory...................
I PASSED OUT ...................................
A rough hand crossed my chest and a cute boy was wiping the blood from my right
nipple. I screamed like a freak because I had no idea where I was! ah ahhhhaaaahh
ahh.."freak the day light out of me"...ahhhh

"Mister, Prince will join you in the afternoon because he has something important
to deal with this morning!" the cute boy said.
It was him watching us the whole night because I remembered his curly hair and
huge biceps. He checked out my lower body while talking to me, then I noticed that
I was lying on the silky white bedding water bed, completely naked....
His biceps touched my firm abdomen while cleaning my chest. He tinkled my little
silver nipple ring and asked if it was painful doing the piercing. I said no but
he said it was like hell doing it down there, then his finger pointed directly at
the zipper of his tight blue jeans. Oh! That really turned me on so we went a
little more than chatting.........a bit naughty....OMG, It's war of the
rings.........
Facts, this cute boy is the gardener of this mansion and the Teen is the Prince of
Finland. Do you believe that ??? ???? ?????
I lived in the mansion for a few days and got to know them more and more. They
both love roses and insisted they are 100% straight but just enjoy some fun clean
sex, gay sex. I said in my mind, " What a perfect paradox! It's like saying I can
resist anything except temptation. "
When I left them, I gave my silver nipple ring to Prince and the tattoo swatch to
Gardener, winked at him and said, "Keep watching ! "
Four months later, I went to Bailey's range and shared my stories traveling around
the world with him.
He asked where was the red tattoo swatch I bought in Switzerland. I told him the
whole story but he replied with a sarcastic smile.
"Don't bullshit me! you just lost it
somewhere. Daydreamer!"
A year later, I heard in the news that Prince married a lady from New Zealand.
Believe it or not? It is my story. A completely true story.
THE END

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