| Welcome to zetaboards. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,583 Views) | |
| Deleted User | July 21, 2012, 5:36 am Post #301 |
|
Deleted User
|
Thank you very very much! I'm so glad you like them! I'll post more very soon!
|
|
|
| Burnout | July 21, 2012, 10:11 am Post #302 |
|
Poor Twisted Me
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
I was hoping that wouldn't be discovered until later Oh nononono... :/ |
![]() |
|
| Auluna Raie | July 21, 2012, 11:01 am Post #303 |
|
Shark-Tastic!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Oh yesyesyesyes
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | July 21, 2012, 9:11 pm Post #304 |
|
Deleted User
|
Yep! Castor's in trouble!
|
|
|
| Deleted User | July 21, 2012, 9:12 pm Post #305 |
|
Deleted User
|
Yep!
|
|
|
| Deleted User | July 22, 2012, 8:58 pm Post #306 |
|
Deleted User
|
James had noticed lately that his son had not been himself. Now that he had moved out of his college dorm, he was spending his final month in L.A with Lilly at his father’s house. James loved having his son back in the house temporarily, in fact I thought he was quietly lamenting the loss of his eldest son to Texas. He had been amazed when Castor had shared the news of their new $18 million mansion in Dallas—it was even larger than their family home in San Rafael had been. At first, James had put Castor’s worried demeanour down to the impending birth of his son—he felt nervous enough himself about becoming a grandfather and he could only imagine how his 20 year old son must feel. He had taken Castor to the driving range in Malibu for some on- on-one time to try and coax his worries out of him. James had thought it was working when Castor slammed ball after ball aggressively into the grassy rough with a heavy iron golf club. Now he just needed his son to talk. ‘So how’s Lilly feeling now the due date is getting closer?’ he began. Castor didn’t reply for a long moment, his forehead was scrunched like he knew now his father wanted the truth from him. There were so many things on his mind. James sensed he would not get an answer to his question. Finally, Castor stopped plugging the stray golf balls furiously down the green. He faced his father honestly. ‘I slept with someone else’ he admitted. Castor gulped as his words came out in the open. James kept his facial expression as unsurprised as he could; he had worried and hoped that it was not the reason his son seemed out of keel. ‘Yeah, when?’ he asked. James cleared his throat authoritatively, demanding that his son answer. ‘Myles and I picked up some girls from a club—I barely remember it’ Castor admitted angrily to himself. James’ eyes glared angrily at his son. ‘Were you drunk?’ he questioned. Castor shook his head. ‘You know I don’t touch alcohol, Dad’ he said peacefully. James nodded happily, he was pleased. It only left one other option though in his mind, and he didn’t want to ask his son if he’d tried the drugs he knew Myles was inevitably experimenting with. Instead, he brought Castor back to the subject of his confession. ‘So, do you like this other girl?’ James asked tentatively. ‘No! I don’t even remember her fucking name!’ Castor yelped. He smacked another golf ball far into the distance with an angry strike. James understood in a malevolent kind of way. He had cheated on Francesca right from the start, even when she had been pregnant with their first child. ‘I never wanted to cheat on her!’ he teared up. Castor wiped his eyes on his sleeve and faced his father with his hand on his hip. ‘I love Lilly!’ his eyes splashed tears and he looked away from his father in embarrassment. James returned his golf club to his bag and held his son in a long tight hug. ‘Just because you made a mistake, it doesn’t mean you don’t love Lilly’ James reminded his son. ‘Do I tell her?’ Castor asked honestly. ‘No!’ James replied sternly. ‘No, you just have to work this out yourself’ Castor nodded, he knew that much. James offered his son some fatherly advice. ‘If I were you, I would stay out of those clubs. That’s how your personal life will end up in the papers’ James explained. ‘You’re about to become more famous than you can imagine—everyone will be watching you when you start with the Cowboy’s next season’ James explained. Castor cried more guilty tears. ‘I’ve screwed everything up!’ he wailed. James’ face questioned his in confusion. ‘How do you mean?’ James asked slowly. Castor had not relayed the news of his contract signing with the Cowboy’s. ‘USC haven’t released me yet’ he explained vaguely, although he couldn’t bring himself to tell his father about his meeting with the Dean scheduled for the very next day. ‘They will, don’t worry’ James reassured him. He knew only a cover story that Castor was visiting campus the next day to meet with his coach for news. James’ phone vibrated in his pocket and he withdrew it carefully—phones were contraband on the driving range. James—the baby’s kicking like crazy and I’m really sore—can you come home please? I’m scared, he read. ‘It’s Hannah—we should head home’ Castor read his father’s concern. ‘Sure’ he agreed and the two of them made for the car in a fast walk. |
|
|
| Deleted User | July 22, 2012, 11:26 pm Post #307 |
|
Deleted User
|
I heard James running up the stairs as he and Castor returned home. I had laid down in our bedroom for a rest, hoping the baby might do the same. Eventually, the movement had slowed. I was four weeks from my due date, and I had remembered Anthony had been particularly active in the womb shortly before he was born. I was satisfied now that I was not going into labour, but I hadn’t wanted James to fear it, instead, I’d asked him to come home to calm me. He was surprised, he knew I didn’t normally need emotional support. I was a strong-willed person at the best of times. ‘Hannah!’ he panted hard in worry, he had run in from the car. ‘Jesus-I thought you’d be in labour!’ he pulled off his muddy shoes and joined me on the bed. He offered me a kiss with his worried frantic breath. Castor appeared at the doorway. ‘Hannah?’ he asked. ‘I’m alright, thanks Castor’ I smiled warmly. Castor disappeared at the sight of James crawling over my pregnant body for a loving kiss. He lowered himself down my body to kiss the baby. I felt so reassured now that James was back. His lips kissed at my round belly and I heard him muttering soft words to the baby. ‘You stay in there another three weeks, alright?’ he whispered. He slid my shirt back down my middle and stood from the bed, lifting his sweaty shirt over his shoulders. It was clear he needed a shower after his trip to the golf course. ‘How was golf?’ I smiled. ‘Castor tell you anything?’ his eyes turned wide with truth. He made to shut our bedroom door before revealing his talk with his son. He undressed in front of me for his shower as he explained. ‘He slept with another girl, just a random girl from a club last month when he went out with Myles’ James explained. My face was regretful but I was silently unsurprised. Castor was so young and had so much going for him. James turned on the shower in the ensuite and the hot steam filled the bedroom. He offered me his hand to stand from the bed and I took his lead. ‘Join me?’ he kissed suggestively. We’d not had sex the night before, but I was still sore from the baby’s anxious energy that morning. ‘I think I’ll just sit’ I said rubbing my belly, and James nodded kindly, accepting I was too sore. I lay on the chaise in the bathroom and I watched James step into the shower. He faced me nude through the clear glass and we continued our conversation as I watched him lather up his body. ‘And he said something about being worried the Trojan’s wouldn’t release him to make his Cowboy’s contract official’ James spoke a little louder over the sound of the water hitting the marble shower floor. ‘isn’t that a done deal?’ I asked in confusion. ‘He said he’s talking to his coach at college tomorrow’ ‘Right’ I affirmed. James grinned at me through the glass shower wall, deciding to tease me since I hadn’t joined him. He juggled his soapy balls in his hand as the hot water ran down his body, and began to stroke his cock slowly for my entertainment. His dick turned hard quickly filling his palm as I watched his eyes close and his face turn red in concentration. He stood in his usual pose--just like he did on stage--with leg legs in an open stance. He jerked himself faster, his head rolling back in pleasure, his mouth fell open a little and his face grew desperate. He choked an open groan and I smiled, watching James jerking off was making me wish I accepted his invitation to join him. He opened his eyes greedily, knowing I would be watching him. He grinned at my naughty smile, biting bit his lip, and fumbling harder at himself to come. He rocked his hips back and forth like he might have been fucking me; the movement seemed to bring him even closer to bursting. He closed his eyes again desperately, removing his hand from tugging his cock preparing to come. He made a short moan, holding his balls tight showing off his hard erection. He spurted a little, and then a lot in an eager burst coming down his hand. The water washed it quickly away and he opened his eyes in delight, panting at his success. I grinned at his show. He washed his chest one last time under the running water before stepping out. He took a thick white towel and wrapped it around his middle, and I stood to kiss him gently. Water ran from his wet his down his face in big droplets. ‘You’ll join me next time?’ he kissed in hope with a wet, delicious mouth. |
|
|
| lusy_orion | July 23, 2012, 6:22 am Post #308 |
![]()
To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Castor is in trobule?? Oh...that shower...you're killing me ...I would like to be there just to watch..or help him a little.. |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | July 23, 2012, 6:29 am Post #309 |
|
Deleted User
|
OH YES. Castor's in trouble on a number of fronts. Glad you liked the James scene--I've been waiting for the right time to write that for a while! I'm about to post another chapter soon!
|
|
|
| Deleted User | July 23, 2012, 7:04 am Post #310 |
|
Deleted User
|
Castor had arrived nervously to the Dean’s office at USC. He had been unsure whether to instruct a lawyer, or whether there was not case to be had in his favour, perhaps his fate was already sealed and he would not pass this year’s courses and he would not be released from the USC Trojan’s after all. He thought continuously of the worse-case scenario—he would be publically humiliated as a college cheat and dropped from the Dallas Cowboys and his career would be over before it had even started. For some reason, he had decided to wear a suit and tie—he felt as though his future were about to be decided in this room: good, bad or otherwise, and he was right. After a long wait, perhaps to intentionally rattle him, the Dean’s secretary--wearing a firm scowl--invited him in. Castor noticed that the Dean’s welcome was not entirely friendly, in a business-like manner he offered Castor a seat in an old crimson leather chair in school colours with large dented bronze buttons around the edge. He sat carefully and unbuttoned his suit coat as he did. He curled his hands into fists nervously on his thighs. ‘Mr Hetfield—let me first congratulate you on your success with the Trojan’s this year and that fantastic win over Alabama in the final!’ The Dean reached out his hand across the desk and Castor shook it carefully. He shuffled the papers on his desk as he spoke. ‘And I believe you’re off now to the Dallas Cowboy’s for next season?’ he checked. Castor nodded. ‘Yes, I am Sir’ he acknowledged, registering how frightened his own voice sounded. ‘I’m sorry that you won’t be staying to play out the next three years here for the University of Southern California, Castor. But I understand that what you’re being offered in a sizable fortune, and I don’t think any young man in your position has ever or will ever turn down such an offer’ he smiled. He was a man of sixty-five at least, Castor thought. He suit was a dull brown, his Doctorates hung on the wall and the office had a distinct smell of dry dusty paper. It was itching his throat as he thought about it. Castor had thought now that the niceties had ended, and he was about to be slaughtered, sacrificed or expelled—whatever it was they did to cheaters. To his surprise the Dean pressed on about football. ‘So have you always been a runner, never a defender or a quarter-back?’ he asked. ‘No Sir, I have always been a runner. It just suits me. I’m tall and light-weight so I’d get smashed if I played defence’ he chuckled. The Dean nodded. ‘Well, as you know, there’s some good news and some bad news here’ the Dean held Castor’s transcript in front of him, and offered Castor a copy. It was the first he had seen of his final grades. ‘You’ve passed all you football credits with flying colours, no problems there’ he glossed over the strongest part of Castor’s record. It was not, after all, why they were here. ‘Which leaves, two history classes and a sociology class’. Castor noticed the final grades for these were blank. His term papers—written by Marcella—were all in the 90% range. His examinations, were by comparison some of the weakest marks in the class in the high 20% range. ‘Castor—what’s happened here?’ the Dean asked openly. He sat back in his chair and held his hands together waiting for Castor to speak. He hadn’t realised he might have to make a full confession. ‘I suppose I didn’t put enough effort into preparing for my exams’ he began ashamedly, that much was true. The Dean nodded. ‘And can you account for the vast difference in grades for your term papers and your final exams?’ he asked. Castor gulped. He decided to try outright honesty, he could see that lying to this man would get him nowhere. ‘I didn’t write those essays, Sir’ he admitted. The Dean nodded, it was clear to him. ‘Well, for two of your classes, your poor examinations, plus attendance and a penalty for plagiarism will still see you scrape a bare pass in both courses’ the Dean admitted. ‘And since you’ve been so honest with me today, I will wave your third class from your transcript. It is a 14% examination mark for Sociology, and the Professor is not willing to consider the essay you handed in since it is clearly not your own’ Castor made a dim nod, he accepted his fate. ‘So, to have you leave USC with a one year diploma you need only seven classes, and you have taken eight, so without this class, we will let you graduate with a one-year diploma’ the Dean signed Castor’s final transcript silently in front of him. He wanted to say thank you, but he was so stunned at the outcome in his favour that he could barely breathe. ‘There is one condition upon which I will let you escape the fate which would have otherwise seen you repeat this year and receive zero for this entire semester’ the Dean continued in a stern voice. 'We consider submitting work which is not your own the highest form of plagiarism and of intellectual theft, so you will be banned from returning to study at USC for the next five years. This is the penalty for any student, we are not giving you any special treatment’ he finished. ‘Will the Dallas Cowboy’s know?’ Castor asked in a terrified voice. The Dean looked up from the note he scribbled to his assistant. ‘The Cowboy’s will know nothing more than the fact that you received a diploma for completing one year’s undergraduate work’ the Dean admitted. ‘The Trojan’s will be sad to see you go’ he added. He passed Castor the note he had written attached to his newly updated transcript. ‘Pass this to my assistant on the way out and it will be processed for your graduation. Enjoy Dallas’ he stood, offering Castor a firm handshake. ‘The Trojan’s will not be the same without you’. |
|
|
| Oh Hell | July 23, 2012, 7:21 am Post #311 |
![]()
Outlaw Torn
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Two words: Lucky bugger.
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | July 23, 2012, 7:44 am Post #312 |
|
Deleted User
|
Indeed! And it would reflect pretty badly on USC if they made a big deal out of not releasing him to the Cowboys. Not to mention it would fuck Castor's career. They don't want to do that, they just want to scare him straight and teach him a lesson. |
|
|
| Burnout | July 23, 2012, 9:32 am Post #313 |
|
Poor Twisted Me
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
But think about poor li'l Castor! ![]() JAMES YOU BAD BOY! UNF!!! And somehow... I still think there's so much more trouble in front of Castor...
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | July 23, 2012, 9:34 am Post #314 |
|
Deleted User
|
I'm all about trouble so lots more coming! We love naughty James, of course!
|
|
|
| -DJ- | July 23, 2012, 11:12 am Post #315 |
|
Blackened
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
That image of james in the shower will be stuck in my head all day...
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
|
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Het / Gen · Next Topic » |



...you are really,really good
I'm so glad you like them! I'll post more very soon!




![]](http://z1.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)
I've said it before, but when you write I just take it all in, like breathing in air! It only takes a few minutes per page and it is soooo good!
I didn't even think this could be a problem! And I smell another Myles part soon... Maybe... Please...




8:41 PM Jul 10