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Sexuality Gay
Submitted On Dec24/08 Hits 3061 Summary:
Piko and Kilar continue where they left off with several interuptions
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Piko awoke to find Kilar gone.
“Kilar?” he called softly, reaching to put his glasses back on. There was a tempting smell in the kitchen, and as he got to his feet, he crept forward. Kilar was stood in front of the cooker, almost naked save for an apron – which said ‘Kiss The Chef’ on it. Piko remembered that apron with fond memories. Lilo and Meep had included it in Kilar’s box of goodies for his 18th birthday. Kilar had been baking and cooking since he’d been allowed near a stove and taught to make cookies by his mother along with his twin sister. He would use to come to school with a plastic tub containing his weekend creations – chocolate cake, cookies, muffins and fudge – all shared between his closest friends. His sister, Shara, didn’t have his touch, being better at repairing broken toys than making culinary masterpieces.
“Hey” he replied softly, turning slightly as he heard Piko pull up a seat. “Pancakes?...
“Kilar?” he called softly, reaching to put his glasses back on. There was a tempting smell in the kitchen, and as he got to his feet, he crept forward. Kilar was stood in front of the cooker, almost naked save for an apron – which said ‘Kiss The Chef’ on it. Piko remembered that apron with fond memories. Lilo and Meep had included it in Kilar’s box of goodies for his 18th birthday. Kilar had been baking and cooking since he’d been allowed near a stove and taught to make cookies by his mother along with his twin sister. He would use to come to school with a plastic tub containing his weekend creations – chocolate cake, cookies, muffins and fudge – all shared between his closest friends. His sister, Shara, didn’t have his touch, being better at repairing broken toys than making culinary masterpieces.
“Hey” he replied softly, turning slightly as he heard Piko pull up a seat. “Pancakes?...
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