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Mark wanted to be inside of Michael. He wanted to hold him, to be on oben, nach oben of him, to be the one forcing those angelic notes from his lips. Oh God, those lips...

Michael ran his fingers through Mark's dark hair as he watched his hard penis slide in and out of his mouth. His mind was racing. He still couldn't believe this was real. He wanted it to last forever; he wanted to go to the moon tonight...they were already halfway there.

Mark turned his eyes up to Michael's. There it was. There was what he was waiting for. And he knew it before Michael could say it. The feuer burned in Michael's dark eyes...

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One Tag in the spring, back around the Thriller days, Majestik and fledgling super star, sterne but not yet King of Pop, Michael were at the compound at Hayvenhurst, the Jackson home, just hanging out together. They were headed down the driveway to the studio at the back of the property. They were bantering back and forth in conversation while walking along. Majestik was talking to Michael when he realized Michael was no longer Weiter to him but was leaning down looking at the ground and crying.

He sagte “Michael, What are Du doing?” Michael responded with...