Michael opened his eyes and quickly gasped in some air. He lie still panting for a moment trying to understand what had happened and where he was. Much to his relief, he soon realised he was alone in his room at the Jackson family estate in Encino. He was lieing flat on his back in bett it was still very dark with the exception of a night light. His wide eye searched about the room for comfort; answers. Did he really just dream that?
His own hand, he discovered, was wrapped tightly around his own manhood which was distressingly hard. He quickly released it and sat up covering his face with both hands.
"Oh my God. What is wrong with me? Why'd I dream that? I didn't mean to! I couldn't help - ." Michael stopped himself and turned over punching his pillows. "I am not gay, " he sagte defiantly. But another voice inside chided him.
Michael could still feel his erection throbbing between his thighs just begging for attention. Where was his underwear? Michael didn't normally sleep in the nude and he certainly knew he'd had them on at bedtime. He looked about and found that his briefs lay crumpled, Alles steht Kopf on the corner of his bed. They had obviously been removed in a hurry.
What could he have been thinking? He was not brought up this way. The thought alarmed Michael as Fragen began swarming Von the masses in his tired head. He curled up in a ball under his warm comforter as though shielding himself from his thoughts.
He had never made Liebe to a woman, but that was simply because he had never found the right one. Right? He wanted to be married first so that when he did make Liebe it would be beautiful and pure and what he had just dreamt was about the most impure thing he could think of! Maybe it was something he ate.
The fact remained, however, that Michael was still quite horny, but for what, he wasn't sure. He wasn't ready to admitt that what he'd just experienced (or thought he had) had turned him on emensly. There must be a cure for this, he thought. And whatever it was he'd find it - in the morning.
Michael slowly rolled onto his back. His manhood was straining against the comforter poking it higher. He slid his hand underneath the sheets and reclaimed himself. Michael quickly heeded to the pleasure, as he was already so aroused. He began moving his body against his grip. Then he slid his other hand beneath where he cupped his testicles.
"Ohhh," he moaned soft and high in the darkness. He couldn't stop now. Not for anything in the world. He squeezed his balls firmly as he twisted his cock up and down in his hand. Thoughts of another man doing this to him drifted lazily to the surface of his mind. He opened his eyes about to panic. Then he shut them tightly hoping no one would know he had thought this. He pulled on himself faster feeling his veins throb beneath his fingers. Yes, he thought defiantly, a sexy guy with...dark hair. And dark eyes! Michael moaned a little. With smooth skin...and soft, full lips.
"Oh...OH...Oh my God...," Michael gasped trying to be quiet. Then he boldly began pushing his perineum. "Uh! God...," he whimpered. Far too excited and feeling so dirty, he moved his fingers to his lips where he began to lick and suck. The movement between his lips felt so good; and they were a bit swollen as well. They always were when he was sexually aroused. He only wished he had something...else to suck on.
"Ummm," he moaned against his finger. Then he had an idea. Michael moved his hand back under the covers and spread his legs. He gently eased a finger into hmself. It didn't hurt, but he was tight. "Oooo," he crooned.
Michael continued to masterbate and Suchen depper inside himself for that pleasuring spot he'd felt in his dream. He licked his full lips and let the thoughts of the sexy, dark-haired guy overtake him.
"Ohhh!" Yes, a hot, sex-stud that would f*** him so hard. "Oh my God! Ah!" Michael cried so turned on and yet so shocked Von his amazingly dirty thoughts. All feelings of guilt had vanished for the time being allowing Michael to make peace with his sexual fantasies.
His cock throbbed with every pumpe and his so-tight balls bounced with every twist of his fist. Michael bit his lip and his toes pointed into the mattress as he pressed his finger deep and hard upwards and a wave of pleasure washed over his trembling body.
"Uh! OH! OH!...Oh my God! Yeah!" He felt as though he'd struck Gold between his legs. Michael was shamelessly envisioning the dark-haired guy f***ing him violently as he thrashed about in bed.
"OH! OH!...Yeah!..Uh!...Ahhh!," he shrieked as he watched his hot come splash up his chest and run down his hands. His orgasm was so sweet and juicy. "Ohh my God...," he moaned quietly now. Michael felt like little stars were popping out behind his eyes. He lay there Frozen in his moment. He couldn't ever remember coming so hard before.
Michael slipped his finger from himself and lay back gasping heavily; a damp curl hung exhausted across his nose. Reality was about to set in and he felt it creeping up on him.
"Oh", he began to fret, "oh no, I can't be...but I didn't want this". Michael was coming out of his sexual euphoria and wondering what he should do. "I can't tell anybody. Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away on it's own. Maybe as long as I don't act on it I won't go to Hell. Does masterbation count though? Oh, geez."
He rolled over to reach the tissues on the night stand. He sat up and cleaned himself off and then lay down again. Boy, that sure had relaxed him, though. Michael slipped his underwear back on along with a pair of sweatpants. For some reason this made him feel safer - and a little less guilty. He nestled himself snuggly under his comforter and drifted back to sleep trying to keep the image of the dark-haired guy from his mind. For one, he did not want to go to Hell, and two, that guy was Mark.
His own hand, he discovered, was wrapped tightly around his own manhood which was distressingly hard. He quickly released it and sat up covering his face with both hands.
"Oh my God. What is wrong with me? Why'd I dream that? I didn't mean to! I couldn't help - ." Michael stopped himself and turned over punching his pillows. "I am not gay, " he sagte defiantly. But another voice inside chided him.
Michael could still feel his erection throbbing between his thighs just begging for attention. Where was his underwear? Michael didn't normally sleep in the nude and he certainly knew he'd had them on at bedtime. He looked about and found that his briefs lay crumpled, Alles steht Kopf on the corner of his bed. They had obviously been removed in a hurry.
What could he have been thinking? He was not brought up this way. The thought alarmed Michael as Fragen began swarming Von the masses in his tired head. He curled up in a ball under his warm comforter as though shielding himself from his thoughts.
He had never made Liebe to a woman, but that was simply because he had never found the right one. Right? He wanted to be married first so that when he did make Liebe it would be beautiful and pure and what he had just dreamt was about the most impure thing he could think of! Maybe it was something he ate.
The fact remained, however, that Michael was still quite horny, but for what, he wasn't sure. He wasn't ready to admitt that what he'd just experienced (or thought he had) had turned him on emensly. There must be a cure for this, he thought. And whatever it was he'd find it - in the morning.
Michael slowly rolled onto his back. His manhood was straining against the comforter poking it higher. He slid his hand underneath the sheets and reclaimed himself. Michael quickly heeded to the pleasure, as he was already so aroused. He began moving his body against his grip. Then he slid his other hand beneath where he cupped his testicles.
"Ohhh," he moaned soft and high in the darkness. He couldn't stop now. Not for anything in the world. He squeezed his balls firmly as he twisted his cock up and down in his hand. Thoughts of another man doing this to him drifted lazily to the surface of his mind. He opened his eyes about to panic. Then he shut them tightly hoping no one would know he had thought this. He pulled on himself faster feeling his veins throb beneath his fingers. Yes, he thought defiantly, a sexy guy with...dark hair. And dark eyes! Michael moaned a little. With smooth skin...and soft, full lips.
"Oh...OH...Oh my God...," Michael gasped trying to be quiet. Then he boldly began pushing his perineum. "Uh! God...," he whimpered. Far too excited and feeling so dirty, he moved his fingers to his lips where he began to lick and suck. The movement between his lips felt so good; and they were a bit swollen as well. They always were when he was sexually aroused. He only wished he had something...else to suck on.
"Ummm," he moaned against his finger. Then he had an idea. Michael moved his hand back under the covers and spread his legs. He gently eased a finger into hmself. It didn't hurt, but he was tight. "Oooo," he crooned.
Michael continued to masterbate and Suchen depper inside himself for that pleasuring spot he'd felt in his dream. He licked his full lips and let the thoughts of the sexy, dark-haired guy overtake him.
"Ohhh!" Yes, a hot, sex-stud that would f*** him so hard. "Oh my God! Ah!" Michael cried so turned on and yet so shocked Von his amazingly dirty thoughts. All feelings of guilt had vanished for the time being allowing Michael to make peace with his sexual fantasies.
His cock throbbed with every pumpe and his so-tight balls bounced with every twist of his fist. Michael bit his lip and his toes pointed into the mattress as he pressed his finger deep and hard upwards and a wave of pleasure washed over his trembling body.
"Uh! OH! OH!...Oh my God! Yeah!" He felt as though he'd struck Gold between his legs. Michael was shamelessly envisioning the dark-haired guy f***ing him violently as he thrashed about in bed.
"OH! OH!...Yeah!..Uh!...Ahhh!," he shrieked as he watched his hot come splash up his chest and run down his hands. His orgasm was so sweet and juicy. "Ohh my God...," he moaned quietly now. Michael felt like little stars were popping out behind his eyes. He lay there Frozen in his moment. He couldn't ever remember coming so hard before.
Michael slipped his finger from himself and lay back gasping heavily; a damp curl hung exhausted across his nose. Reality was about to set in and he felt it creeping up on him.
"Oh", he began to fret, "oh no, I can't be...but I didn't want this". Michael was coming out of his sexual euphoria and wondering what he should do. "I can't tell anybody. Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away on it's own. Maybe as long as I don't act on it I won't go to Hell. Does masterbation count though? Oh, geez."
He rolled over to reach the tissues on the night stand. He sat up and cleaned himself off and then lay down again. Boy, that sure had relaxed him, though. Michael slipped his underwear back on along with a pair of sweatpants. For some reason this made him feel safer - and a little less guilty. He nestled himself snuggly under his comforter and drifted back to sleep trying to keep the image of the dark-haired guy from his mind. For one, he did not want to go to Hell, and two, that guy was Mark.
I was Lost in a world of strangers
No one to trust
On my own, I was lonely
Du suddenly appeared
It was cloudy before
Now it's all clear
Du took away the fear
And Du brought me back to the light
[Chorus]
Du are the sun
Du make me shine
oder Mehr like the stars
That twinkle at night
Du are the moon
That glows in my heart
Du are my daytime my nighttime
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My world
Du are my life
Now I wake up everyday
With this smile upon my face
No Mehr tears, no Mehr pain
‘Cause Du Liebe me
Du help me understand
That Liebe is the answer
to all that I am
And I'm a better man
Since Du taught me Von sharing your love
[Chorus]
Du gave me strength
When I wasn't strong
Du gave me hope when
All hope was lost
Du opened my eyes
When I couldn't see
Liebe was always here
Waiting for me
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"The King Of Pop"
His Extraordinary Gifts were Shared Von All Of Us As He Excited Our Senses With Musik And Dance, As Exemplified In The epic Albums "Bad","Thriller",And The Sounds And Beat Of "Billie Jean". His Stage Presence Was Always An Extravaganza That At Times Mirrored His Daily Life. He Offered everone His Musik And Liebe With a White Gloved Hand Extended Out To All! He Contributed His Time And Treasure To So Many Worthy Causes As He Truly Believed "We Are The World".
We Now Celebrate Michael's Life's Work As We Reach Out And Eternally Hold That Gloved Hand And Remember Him Forever In His Musik - He Made Us Feel So Good. We Liebe Du Michael Jackson .
His Extraordinary Gifts were Shared Von All Of Us As He Excited Our Senses With Musik And Dance, As Exemplified In The epic Albums "Bad","Thriller",And The Sounds And Beat Of "Billie Jean". His Stage Presence Was Always An Extravaganza That At Times Mirrored His Daily Life. He Offered everone His Musik And Liebe With a White Gloved Hand Extended Out To All! He Contributed His Time And Treasure To So Many Worthy Causes As He Truly Believed "We Are The World".
We Now Celebrate Michael's Life's Work As We Reach Out And Eternally Hold That Gloved Hand And Remember Him Forever In His Musik - He Made Us Feel So Good. We Liebe Du Michael Jackson .
Live and sigh, crying eyes
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, your lullaby
Live to dream, don't it seem
The tears, the pain, the hurt, reality
Don't Du know these dreams, I wish could be
The real Du and me
I come running back to you
Du push me away, Du push
Push me away
Darken days, please go away
The nights are bright, delight dream, and stay
As I dream loving you
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, please come true
Don't Du know these dreams, I wish could be
The real Du and me
I come running back to you
Du push me away, Du push
Push me away
Don't Du know these dreams, I wish could be
The real Du and me
I come running back to you
Du push me away, Du push
Du push me away
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, your lullaby
Live to dream, don't it seem
The tears, the pain, the hurt, reality
Don't Du know these dreams, I wish could be
The real Du and me
I come running back to you
Du push me away, Du push
Push me away
Darken days, please go away
The nights are bright, delight dream, and stay
As I dream loving you
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, please come true
Don't Du know these dreams, I wish could be
The real Du and me
I come running back to you
Du push me away, Du push
Push me away
Don't Du know these dreams, I wish could be
The real Du and me
I come running back to you
Du push me away, Du push
Du push me away