It was a beautiful day in Striaton City. The birds were singing and the sun was not yet down from the top of the sky. The tranquility of Striaton City is shattered by the sound of a jet landing at the airport. The pilot's voice cackles on the intercom, "we have landed at Striaton City, the current temperature is sixty-four degrees, and partially cloudy, we hope you enjoyed your flight." As passengers are unbuckling and reaching for their luggage, a conversation breaks out in a coach seat between a tall Jewish man and his short bald friend. "I can't believe the airline gave us free tickets because that stewardess spilled coffee all over Elaine's face." The bald man, visibly upset, replies, "yeah, I guess it's alright, but it really is a shame what happened to her. I mean with that date she had the next day was a total failure." The tall man smiles and says, "eh, he would have found some other reason to flake on her. And speaking of dates, I heard the girls here are just gorgeous, trust me, you're not going to regret this trip, George." George unbuckles his seatbelt and smirks.
As the men are leaving the aircraft, George turns to ask, "hey Jerry, what happened to the crackers I left in my bag?" Jerry begins to scratch his head and says, "gee, George, that's the strangest thing. How do tiny things like that go missing on airplanes anyways? I mean, this one time I," George interrupts him to say, "nah, nah it's fine Jerry, I'll just get something from the hotel lobby. The two find their way out of the airport and begin to look around for a cab. There isn't a taxi to be seen for miles. "Well, Jerry," George says with a forced smile, "looks like I won't be regretting this trip." Jerry gives him a stern look and says, "oh shut up, George, let's just start walking." As the two begin walking, George stops to see if a restaurant will let him use their bathroom.
Jerry wanders around for a bit and sees two thugs picking on a green haired boy. "Give it back, you bastards!" The boy jumps, reaching for what looks like a photograph. "What's the matter, you little faggot? You gonna cry?" The thugs push him into some garbage cans. His face turns red, tears begin to stream down his face. "Oh shit, dude! He's really crying!" Jerry throws his bag to the floor and yells, "hey! Leave the kid alone." The thugs walk up to Jerry. "What, are you the little baby's momma?" Jerry, noticeably upset by their response, says, "come on guys, he's just a kid. Why don't you go pick on someone a little bigger?" The thugs turn to each other. "You ain't seen the last of us old ma-" Before the thug can finish his sentence, Jerry boldly grabs the photograph out of his hand. The thug stares him down and says, "we're watching you, tough guy." They walk off, embarrassed and defeated. Jerry picks his bag back up and walks to the green haired boy. "Jeez, kid, are you alright?" The boy wipes the dirt from his vest and says, "yeah, I'm fine. You get used to guys like that after a while." Jerry looks at the photograph and sees three boys, a red haired boy, a blue haired boy, and a green haired boy. The boy snatches the photograph from Jerry's hands. "They're my brothers. They've been away for a long time, and I miss them. I've felt alone for the longest time." Jerry's face begins to fall. Jerry extends his arm to the boy and says, "well I'm gonna make sure those brutes don't keep picking on you today." The boy tears up and grabs Jerry's hand. "I... I'm Cilan. It's a pleasure to meet you." "I'm Jerry. Come on, lets get you home." Jerry walks off with Cilan, completely forgetting about George, who is running around the streets screaming for Jerry.
Cilan and Jerry walk up to Cilan's home. "So this is where you live then?" Cilan blushes and scratches the back of his head. "I know it's not much, but it's home." Cilan opens the door and tells Jerry to make himself at home. Jerry sits on the couch and looks around. The home is too well kept to be a young single man's home. Jerry turns over to Cilan and asks, "so, what's the deal? Are you married, or ya have a girlfriend or what?" Cilan chuckles and replies, "no, Mr. Jerry, I'm just very clean is all. Nobody would ever talk to me!" Jerry smiles and searches the walls for a clock. Before he can find one, Cilan sits himself on the sofa. "You know, nobody's ever stood up for me like that before." Cilan places his hands on his lap and continues, "it gets awfully lonely here, just me on my own..." Cilan moves his hand off of his lap onto the space between him and Jerry. "Tell me something, Mr. Jerry, do you treat every boy as nicely as this?" Jerry looks at Cilan in the eyes and says, "I wouldn't have rescued you from those thugs if I didn't think you were the cutest boy I've ever seen." Cilan blushes and says, "hearing that pleases me greatly." He throws his leg over Jerry and hugs him. "You're a very sweet man, Mr. Jerry." Cilan gazes into Jerry's eyes. Jerry's face tells him it's okay to kiss him. He moves closer and kisses him on the lips. Jerry throws his arms over Cilan and begins to caress every part of his body he can reach. He gently moves his hands down Cilan's back and sides, sending shivers down his spine. Cilan moans and shoots his tongue into Jerry's mouth. Jerry begins exploring Cilan's mouth with his tongue, reaching into every spot and lustfully licking it. Jerry moves his hands further down Cilan's body and squeezes his firm butt. Cilan pulls away from the kiss and begins to pant heavily. Cilan unzips Jerry's pants and pulls his manhood out. He begins to stroke it with one hand and plays with his nipples with the other. Jerry unzips Cilan's pants and begins to play with his meat with one hand while squeezing and slapping his ass with the other. "Ohhhhhh, Mr. Jerry! You can cum inside me if you want!" Jerry lays Cilan on the couch and pushes his legs past his head. Jerry prepares to enter Cilan and stops to say, "I think my dating days are over. I love you Cilan." Cilan begins to cry. "I love you too, Mr. Jerry."


but pretty good story reminds me of the writing from my film geppetto starring me and my main man drew carey (much love to him; holla at me)
much love to you my man
- Wayne Brady
Yes, I feel as if the story was lacking in meth, particularly meth being poured down Cilan's throat. I will not forget this in my next story when Cilan falls in love with his attackers.
Yes, I saw that movie, it was very good. But I feel that movie too would have been better if thugs poured meth down Drew Carey's throat.
I really love this pairing!!