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  1. Andr0gene

    Chapter XXI

    A pity you choose to not read onward, the best is yet to come, but I can respect it when someone who picks a story with subject matter in it he (or she) does object to, tries and gives an effort, and is honest about their feelings. Thank you for reading it so far.
  2. Andr0gene

    Chapter 50

    Aww, you're sweet. Well, there is one unfinished: Confounded II. It will be finished, but not when there's a heatwave plaguing Europe. Too busy lounging in the pool with a cool bevvy.
  3. Andr0gene

    Chapter 34

    Such a male, isn't he?
  4. Andr0gene

    Chapter 51

    Yes, i am going to continue. But with this current heatwave in Holland, 30+ expected, i don't feel like sitting indoors in a hot room, clobbering on a keyboard. Nor do I have the inspiration to write atm. But I've not forgotten.
  5. Andr0gene

    Epilogue

    Thank you! Aww, and thank you as well, for reading. For a while, some thought it would go there, but that was never intended.
  6. Andr0gene

    Epilogue

    Not planning on that. Sorry. Thank you! Oh dear, I'm sorry for making you stay up so late, lol! As for the kids, I find it is more fun to let the readers themselves fill in such gaps, like movies without a sequel, fantasizing as to how it may continue. Obviously, nothing should happen in front, or even in earshot, of the kids. Think Offices/Outdoors/Hotels/Semi-Public areas. As mentioned above, there's no plans to expand on this story.
  7. Andr0gene

    Epilogue

    And of course a big thank you to @Timothy M. and @BlindAmbition for their great help, proofreading and editing!
  8. Andr0gene

    Epilogue

    Awww. Well, it was very satisfying to press "completed", I can tell you that.
  9. Andr0gene

    Epilogue

    Thank you so much! And thanks for reading.
  10. Andr0gene

    Epilogue

    EPILOGUE June 30th, 2016, Greenwich, CT. “Junior! Let your brother walk on his own, he’s perfectly capable,” I called out, watching as the 4-year-old put his two year younger brother down. Luka, gaining traction, ran off like a small whirlwind, laughing and screaming as his elder brother immediately went into pursuit after him. “A bit too capable, if you ask me.” Moving to get up and give chase myself, I was held back by an arm sliding around me. “Let him run. Maybe he’ll get tired and fall asleep right away, for once,” Gregory uttered hopefully behind me. I let my back rest against his chest, under the shade of an old oak at the edge of the grounds. “Our sons need to lose their energy.” Our sons. Junior, named after his dad and looking much the same already with jet black hair springing every which way but the right way, and Luka, born a year-and-10-months after him and a regular terror. Adventurous, very daring and a constant challenge, I needed eyes front, side and backwards all day, every day. And strangely enough, he looked nothing like me. Hair also black as night and eyes as dark as chocolate; features from his mother. Nor did he have my character. “I don’t get it. He’s everything I’m not. Are we sure he wasn't switched at birth? I remember another cute blond one who looked way more like me.” A soft squeeze as Greg softly snickered. “Oh, trust me; that independent streak? All yours.” I grinned, my eyes constantly following both boys and then I sighed. Life was good. And bringing these two into the world had only added, though sometimes I really wanted to plaster them both behind the wallpaper. Just for five minu…. “They’re here,” Greg’s voice cut into my thoughts. Looking toward the house, I saw a small crowd slowly coming toward us, descending the steps from the patio onto the grass; three kids in front, already coming at a run, their parents following slower behind. Waiving to them, I rose to my feet and braced as the first kid reached us and flung herself around my neck. “Uncle Chris!” Grinning, I spun Charlotte around before setting her down again. She was growing like crazy! “Where’s Luka and Greg?” Pointing to them, she took off again and I waived to Jeremy as he ran past toward his nephews. Oh good, he’d look after them for a while, then. A bit slower, another girl gave chase, or tried to; little Helena was in mid-sprint as a long arm scooped her up from the ground, making her squeal with laughter as she was hoisted high into the air by Greg. “Now where would this little beauty be running off to, without saying hello to her favorite uncle?” he said. Three years old, right between Junior and Luka, she was William’s first daughter. And a brother or sister on the way, by the looks of it, as I watched Seth, Kat, Will and Alanah coming towards us. It wasn’t too obvious yet, but I thought I saw a bit of a tummy on Alanah. Five years. A long time yet not that long, but we’d grown into a strong and ever expanding family. And looking around, I felt content. Greg brought order to my chaos and I’ve not regretted a moment of it, since. Even now, five years later, I feel strong because he is strong. I feel safe because he gives me safety. He protects me, because life has to go through him, before it gets to me. That is a gift. One that keeps on giving because through submission, it brought me much joy and happiness, especially in the little things. Not in the wicked or kinky, the monetary or material. In the little things. A smile, because I do something that pleases him. A groan in return, because he pleases me. A give and take, always in unison, always mutual. And yes, he was still hot for me, as I was for him. Ain’t life grand?
  11. Andr0gene

    Chapter XXIX

    Actually, I'm allowed to post it, it's been more than 8 hrs, so....gimme 5 mins.
  12. Andr0gene

    Chapter XXIX

    Because that's the story I wanted to tell, lol! I haven't even contemplated further interactions between these two. But i'm writing two others; I have to finish Confounded II and I'm writing a fantasy/sci-fi tale. But that one won't see the light of day for years to come, I think.
  13. Andr0gene

    Chapter XXIX

    CHAPTER 29 July 4th, 2011, Greenwich, CT. I never expected to end up happy. Until I met Mr. Montgomery, my life had been a culmination of failures and bad decisions, ultimately causing a resignation to only reach a so-so life, not thinking I’d even deserve any degree of happiness, considering the crap I’d pulled. Ridiculous perhaps but when you go dark, it’s hard to see any light, let alone love. Yet now I was. Disgustingly happy, even. There was light and if there came any more love my way, I’d be wheelchair bound within days. During that weekend, I gained full family-member status, another thing I’d never thought would ever happen in my life, by way of a cute impromptu ‘ceremony’, courtesy of Charlotte and Jeremy, who got the unholy idea in their heads (I strongly suspected by way of whisperings from William) that Uncle Greg and Uncle Chris should be married, if they slept in the same room and kept kissing each other when they thought no one could see. Surprisingly, I was the one with the most objections; Greg went along with it as meek as a lamb, going so far as designating Jeremy as his ‘best man’. I got stuck with the instigator, William, but it was all in good fun. In private, later that night, Greg did indicate he’d like to do so for real, at some point in the near future. It was legal in this state since 2008. I said yes. Several mysteries were cleared up during that weekend as well, like the late letter from Mr. Montgomery to me (“Oh, that was me being a moron,” Will apologized, “I had accepted it on your behalf, promising to give it to you. But then that whole bitch-slapping my bro episode happened and I forgot. It ended up in my luggage. When I arrived home, I didn’t unpack because I immediately left again on another trip, yada yada, bla bla. I put it in the mail as soon as I realized”) and apparently there had been quite the communication between Seth and Greg about how to ‘handle me’, Greg being the nitwit and Seth the Grand Master of love. Ugh. I ended up ridiculing them both with some welcome help from Kat, who seemed to also not have known that particular bit. Overall, though, this Independence Day couldn’t have been more perfect, right down to the fireworks that the gardener had installed (very sneakily, I hadn’t known) and lit after dark. Drinks flowed, the barbeque sizzled and the laughter was plenty. Then, as a last surprise, William knocked on our door after we’d all gone indoors to prepare for bed. “I’m early, this time,” he smiled and held out an envelope to Greg, who came walking out of the bathroom after a quick shower, toweling his hair. I was already in bed. “I was to give this to you two and actually supposed to give it in January but I don’t think you two are gonna be forced to reach the end of the stipulations made in the will. Somehow I think you’ll reach that just fine and far beyond.” Taking the envelope, Greg glanced at his brother as he left the room and then came over, turning it in his hands to reveal a wax seal. The same as the kind that’d been on the envelopes we’d all received. “It’s from my father. It’s addressed to us both.” Scooting up to rest my back against the headboard, I frowned as he sat down. Leaning over, I slid my arm around his shoulder and, carefully opening it, Greg took out one folded piece of paper. Reading along, I grinned and squeezed Gregory’s shoulder. “Work less.” Looking up, Greg sought my gaze. “You think you wouldn’t be a good parent?” I pulled a face. “I dunno. I never really…” and then I saw the way he looked at my face, my response. Very intently. “Oh my god, you want a kid?” He nodded and smiled. “Surprised? Yes, I’d like them. Not one but two. Perhaps adopt or using a surrogate. I’ve thought of it, but I didn’t want to ever do it alone. But with my partner...it’s something I’d like to discuss at some point in the future. I’m not getting any younger and I wouldn’t want my kid to hear “is that your granddad?’ when I bring him to school.” I snickered at that. “You’re not that old. But we can discuss it, I suppose. Now, in the meantime; how about you come to bed and we try for one? Like...many, many times?” He sighed deeply, rising and groaning is such a fake manner, it was funny. “If I have to, I suppose,” he said, quasi dejectedly and then ducked, just in time when a pillow was about to hit him square in the face. “Oh, you….you did not just…” His eyes flashed and my heart beat just that little bit faster. “Did you just throw something at me?” Ah yes. The arguments. Thrilling. Those still happened, of course; we wouldn’t be ourselves if it was all peachy and rosy. Absolutely not. At times things still went nuclear, especially when outside ‘forces’ encroached on what Greg considered his territory. It never lasted long because one of us, yes, even me, would go to the other and apologize. We’d talk about it and make up, usually on the spot. It was rare to last longer than a day, but it did happen. This was all good fun, though. I found he responded very well to the little stuff, a little needling, just to see what it would do. Provoke him a little and my appetite would be sated quickly enough. The big stuff, not so much; Mr. No Fun reared its ugly head then, but that happened rarely. We just...worked. I bit my lower lip as he withdrew the towel from his waist, exposing himself in full glory. “I believe I did, sir.” “You’re getting far too complacent, these days. I believe punishment is in order, so that you’ll behave.” My body reacted instantly. “I think I feel a headache coming on, sir.” “That’s fine; it’s not your head I will be focusing on.” A corner of his mouth perked up as he reached for the sheet covering me and yanked it away. “You’re wearing too much. Off.” Granted, a relationship like this wouldn’t work for everyone. But it did for me. For us. And looking back? I was glad old Mr. Montgomery had seen it. Even when we didn’t.
  14. Andr0gene

    The Butler

    But...but...I'm done!
  15. Andr0gene

    The Butler

    Bwahahaha!!!! I'm off the hook! w00t!
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