He looked a bit shaken, but didnt look injured at all. My heart fell to my feet. This day I had been looking forward to since I was a little kid… Ne...er mind. At least no one was hurt. Whats your name, Maam?Jenny asked me. Blu- Ashleigh. But, um, everyone calls me Blue. Or Ash. I answered. Ok… Blue. I take it you know these two? Yeah. Me and Re- Gary grew up together, and Professor Oaks like a grandfather to me. Well… This is a crime scene, so Im going to have to ask you all to ask. I have. There’s one more thing…” Rainbow gasped when he felt the Prince’s hand dip into his raggedy old pants and wrap around his cock. “N-no…” but even in his own ears he heard how weak that protest sounded, followed by a long shameless groan of pure lust. Rainbow thrust his hips in time with the Prince’s demanding tugs on is aching shaft. "Yeah, that's it, baby," the Prince growled with arousal. "Fuck my hand."Rainbow writhed and arched into him until he felt himself spill...again. “My Prince…I’m so. She stood, completely naked, in front of him and for the first time her could actually really see her. In the club the light was dim, but here, under the harsh florescent bathroom light, he could really see how perfect she was.“You’re an angel,” He mumbled, not even realising he was speaking out loud, “No one on earth is as beautiful as you. It’s not possible.”As soon as he’d said it, he regretted it. He saw her face, the shocked look, and knew she thought that he was falling in love with. Unfortunately for him, said occasions were really rare, and he didn’t want to pass as a pervert doing things like spying others. There was however a reliable source of material for his voyeurism that he had learned not to underestimate: his friend Larry Frost.Ian and Larry had been friends since primary school and their personalities couldn’t have been different. Where Ian was cold, bookish and somewhat gloomy, Larry was extrovert, impulsive and outgoing. Also, while Ian seemed to be asexual,.