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We need an additional update on this peculiar take on buddhism. The only good way to study buddhism, for starters, is via a traditional study of the wonder of Axial Age buddhism emerging as a world religion of compassion and enlightenment. That's the way it started, and how it looks to us still, and yet…my dialectical side swipe is highly questionable, at first, so we can sideline it. Note, however, that we have stumbled on something: Tibetan buddhism coming later will certain show what happens with a buddhist state, in terms of class and exploitation. Be that as it may, we should note that buddhism was always challenged by hindu reactionaries, was a strangely revolutionary path hoping to revolutionize India, and later was charged with esoteric fascism in the modern period by certain figures, such as Rajneesh. What is the truth? Is buddhism revolutionary, crypto-fascist, or what? I have always been a huge fan of buddhism, so a side swipe with marxist jargon is either a mere slap in the face, a dialectical exercise, or, who knows?
So where did we go wrong? It is almost impossible to follow the real history of buddhism: it has three phases, hinayana, mahayana, and then various resolutions of a kind of triad. Our swipe against buddhism, forgets Mahayana: either Gautama himself or later buddhists initiating Mahyana fully understood our point (without the marxist jargon) and we see the connection at this period with gestating Xtianity, to further confuse the issue.
Let us inject a different take on the problem: a figure like Buddhas was subjected to a tremendous temptation: the power to organize a whole world religion over two thousand years, from a death state. The latter is undefined, and we don't know if such a state corresponds to an historical figures nobility and compassion. A quick look at the Tibetan book of the dead suggests problems with this charming view! We cannot resolve the issue. But the temptation is that of any de facto royalty: is the operation moving in the interests of an elite or a democratic majority. The ambiguity becomes the worse when you realize the power 'to consume souls' in secret to fuel some mysterious monstrosity of devils. We can't know if enlightenment is able to withstand such super power.
A quick look at Nietzche (whose views were distorted by scientism) suggests that 'enlightenment' could be a cover story for an 'overman monster' drinking blood from skulls, etc, etc…. Ordinary hindus got chattering teeth syndrome just thinking about Buddha. Were they brainwashed?
On the surface, buddhism did everything right, and had, until it reached Tibet, a golden history. But it was the object of destruction by neo-brahmins, how and why? It was thus driven out of India. The bitterness left by this must have sown the seeds of wrathful vengeance in certain buddhists. And at some point in Tibetan buddhism, monks began to be trained in a de-ethicization process of malevolent import hidden by esoteric fronts. This suspicious symptom could be a clue to the calamity that followed in the gotterdammerung of buddhism. We cannot know if Gautama was a bodhissatwa or whether he passed away leaving the construct of Mahayana to fulfill his mission.
Update: This post needs to be challenged and then sidelined: it is a dialectical exercise that wouldn't make any sense at first and can't really make factual statements about early buddhism, and it is really about modern new age movements, many of which are corrupt after the fashion stated. But watch out: Tibetan Buddhism is a fully statist brand for which our marxist jargon could suddenly apply all too well. more later perhaps.
I am moving this post so I can put it in the right context….
Here again I need to reflect on the issue, but I have an idea for you on a related question: you have listeed multiple links here to the (I forget!) Hinayana website. My current critiques of buddhism at The Gurdjieff Con suggest the need for a life-boat buddhism:
How would you create a distillation (for commies) of the first stage of buddhism for the future freed of its references to the particular Gautama cult, save as history?
If you examine my take on the Axial Age you will see that Gautama's 'religion' is really a public domain offering, based on its proto-secularization of hinduism, AND its basis in the macro-generation of the Axial period: what is the status of such a 'local' entity in the larger sphere of globalization?
Gautama effectively stole the 'santana dharma', save that, in the larger context of the Axial Age, the whole thing was macro generated (at its start), which raises the question, was Gautama's 'enlightenment' real or macro generated? In any case the hidden bias lurks in the 'class' basis for this royalist (later crypto-fascist) and his expropriation…
This might seem crackpot til you consider that Gautama might have been, like Mahavir, a conqueror, and a proto-capitalist in the traffic of souls and conscious energies, a proto-factory for spiritual energy extraction. A really sneaky villain?
Here' one way the game is reflecting in a distorting mirror, but what is the reality: Sending that many into a battle with the Demon Mara in a game with hidden rules seems to be suspicious: the immense number of failures can be predicted and will make a nice profit…as fodder…
Expropriate the expropriators: the modern period perhaps on the left could regenerate this Axial phantasm, as an expropriation of the expropriators…
Meanwhile what is a good 'cash and carry' distillation of the Hinayana legacy/manuscipts?

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His body was found naked, padlocked, in a sports bag, in a bathtub. But the police are saying that this is probably an accident.
Of course, it is natural for accidents to happen. Many people get into the bath, put themselves in gym bags, magically lock the bag from the outside and die. Happens all the time.
Williams' colleagues were concerned about his well being and alerted the police. The cause of death is suffocation, approximately within three minutes of being in the gym bag, but that is assuming he was alive when he got into the bag.
His prints were not found on the bathtub or on the lock that was closing the bag, so how are they still saying that this was an accident?
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1987. "You want to be a grunt?" asked the recruiter. "If that's a grunt, that's what I want to be," said Sandor Vegh, a high school wrestler, pointing at the picture of a Marine in combat gear against a jungle backdrop. He had taken some steps towards going to the Air Force Academy. When he asked the Air Force recruiter, "how do you defend yourselves," the recruiter answered, "that's what Marines are for." He walked over to the Marine recruiter shortly thereafter.
His father defected from Hungary in the '56 revolution. He and a few of his buddies made their way out of Hungary during the war into the Czech Republic. They got onto a barge and made their way into the United States, through Ellis Island. They went through West Virginia, and found his grandparents, aunt and other extended family who took them in. His grandmother taught them how to read and write, and got them started along the way to being productive Americans. His family members were masons, architects, and construction workers. Each started their own businesses after they worked their way up through the company. They moved to Ohio, and started their own village. They had a combined garden. He was raised as a Hungarian child, but definitely to be American first.
He found that the Hungarian immigrant values of hard work and discipline translated well into the Marine Corps. "If self discipline didn't work, you always had father discipline," he recalled. His father would put popcorn kernels on the floor, and have him kneel on two piles of pop corn and have him kneel with head on the floor. "Some people think that's horrible," he says. When he went to sniper school, though, this discipline helped him to graduate. Those disciplinary techniques translated very well into certain training in the Marine Corps, especially sniper school.
According to Sandor Vegh, Sniper School teaches everything necessary to live in the field. As a two-man team, you are taught to do everything that an infantryman needs to accomplish. "It is difficult to simulate what is going on in Iraq," notes Vegh who is one of those not-so-rare, true philosophers about the Art of War that one finds in the Marines. "The Marine Corps does not do sniper on sniper training until the advanced course. We set up pins and steel targets right next to where the observers are, and we know beyond a shadow of a doubt whether you hit the target. That's as much as we can do in peace time training."
Gunnery Sergeant Vegh joined Lima Company, 3/7 in Karbala and would become one of its most capable leaders. As he notes, "my fitness report doesn't say anything about my being a logistician." His official billet for much of his tour with Lima Company was Company Gunnery Sergeant — a role primarily designed as the chief supply Staff NCO for the Company. At the same time that Gunny Vegh joined Lima Company as its Company Gunnery Sergeant, First Lieutenant Dominique Neal joined Lima Company as the Executive Officer.
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1990. Irish Pride! The ethos of Sacred Heart Football, emblazoned on the t-shirts of students and players alike on the t-shirts worn by students at the San Francisco, Catholic college prep didn't sound so great just now. Coach Lee made the whole team do an extra, punishment workout on the Polo Grounds in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park when one of the players blew off a bus driver. Dominique Neal paid for his buddy's misconduct along with the rest of the team in another endless round of up-downs, monkey drills, and Alamo runs – and whatever else the coach could dream up. He'd never quit, never let it get him down, and he'd always come back from adversity. That lesson would stay with him later through the US Naval Academy and Marine Basic School because they were heavily academic environments where he struggled – but he would never quit. That lesson would stay with him too at Marine Infantry Officer's Course (IOC), where he struggled with operations orders, but excelled in relationships with fellow Student-Lieutenants with whom he got along great. His heart and attitude were fully committed to success at IOC, which made up for any initial proficiency short falls. He remembers it as a 180 degree turn around from The Basic School — the 6 month course that all Marine Officers, regardless of specialty attend. As Neal went through IOC he became more confident, and felt that he became part of a brotherhood — at home in the Marine Infantry community. Major Schreffler was an adviser at IOC when Neal attended the course. Neal recalls that Major Schreffler reprimanded him during a urban operations exercise when Neal was in a Platoon Sergeant's billet. In the coming year, Major Schreffler's praise for Neal's performance would mean a great deal to him because of the length of the relationship in different roles — instructor/ student at Quantico; and then S-3/ Lima Company XO in the fabled Fleet Marine Force. According to Neal, Marines would always feel a sense of ease because of Schreffler's presence. Both Schreffler and Rick Gannon were team builders.
From November, 2000, to May 2002, Neal commanded 2nd Platoon, Lima Company. There he established relationships with many of the key Marines in Lima Company. Sergeant Wilder, one of his squad leaders, lead the "Super Squad" competition squad which prevailed at higher echelon competitions and provided superb training to the Marines, like Peter Milinkovic, who were in the squad. After command of 2nd Platoon, Neal was transferred to the S-3 Operations section of the Battalion Staff. A Battalion Staff is comprised of several sections, or S-Shops, including the S-1 (Administration), S-2 (Intelligence), S-3 (Operations), S-4 (Logistics) among others. Among these sections, the S-3 and the S-2 must work hand-in-hand in warfighting tasks in the field. The S-3 is lead by a Major, who is senior to the other heads of S-Shops, and includes the Battalion Gunner (a Chief Warrant Officer) or Weapons Expert, a Chemical Weapons Specialist (also a Warrant Officer), as well as several assistant S-3 Officers, or S-3A, sometimes know as "shitty little jobs" officers.
While in the S-3 Shop, Neal was the Officer in Charge of Super Squad. In that role, Neal was able to observe Staff Sergeant Wilder's training and Milinkovic's performance. Super Squad (along with Crew Served Weapons competition) are unit competitions for competence in basic infantry skills such as marksmanship, map reading, and executing orders which are held at the Company, Battalion, Regimental, and Division level. Marines place a high premium on such accomplishments. Neal even has the Super Squad badge and Commandant's coin as proof of his involvement.
But the administrative aspects of the 3-Shop were more of a challenge for Neal. Neal felt like he was being inundated with tasks beyond his competence in that job. It was really a billet that required the training that Expeditionary Warfare School (EWS) provided to more senior officers. Yet, Neal never gave up – it was just like football. His experience in the S-3 would prove invaluable later when he returned to Lima Company. Captain Rick Gannon, noticing Neal's unease in the S-3 assignment, came up to him one day and offered him the job of XO of Lima Company.
"Take a few days to move your stuff over," Rick Gannon said.
"I was over there in 25 minutes," recalled Neal.
Dominique Neal would fight for the respect of his fellow Marines. He would fight for the respect of his peers in Infantry Officers Course and Basic School. At root, he would fight for the respect of his friends from Navy Track, and Irish Football. He would fight so that he could return to bars with names like Yancy's and Kezar Pub and Larocca's in San Francisco. In the insular world of the Catholic prep schools in San Francisco, the Scots-Irish emphasis on the value of military service endured. The Sacred Heart Irish played Saint Ignatius every year for the Bruce-Mahoney Trophy, a prize named after two alumni who had died in World War II. Whether Operation Iraqi Freedom represented 4th Generation Warfare was an academic question. Whether Dominique Neal did his duty as a Company Commander in a combat environment was a more elemental question that involved the pride and honor drilled into him from the early stages of high school football. Dom Neal would have to carry the flag for Lima 3/7. He was also carrying on so that he could tell a good story at Yancy's to guys like Paul Bugler – a graduate of Saint Ignatius who served in the Corps and coached at Sacred Heart – and Ed Cota – a graduate of Sacred Heart who was a SFPD Lieutenant who coached at Saint Ignatius.
[1994]. Finish the Race. Rick Gannon was disappointed that his father stopped due to a pulled muscle three quarters of the way through a marathon, but he ran the last 6 miles of the marathon by himself. This quality of endurance would characterize Rick Gannon throughout his Marine service, up to and including his final hours in Iraq. He had been born into a Marine Corps family. His father served as a Marine Officer in Vietnam. In fact, his father was a Lieutenant and Platoon Commander in 1st Battalion, 7th Marines (1/7), which is one of the other Infantry Battalions with 3/7 in 7th Marine Regiment. Brigadier General Michael Neil remembers sitting in a foxhole as a Lieutenant with Richard Gannon, Sr., in Vietnam.
A native of Escondido, California — a suburb of San Diego — Gannon studied political science in college and had already served a tour as a Rifle Platoon Commander. He was married with [number] children, and Schreffler was the Godfather to his [son]. He had served as company officer at the US Naval Academy and is remembered as .
While Lima 3/7 was in Karbala, Captain Gannon assumed command of the Company. [He interviews all Marines in company.]
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Carpenter was angry. The new skipper, Captain Gannon, wanted to talk to every Marine in the Company, and to spend time talking to every Staff NCO and Officer in Lima Company. Gannon had come from Headquarters and Service Company. Carpenter admired Captain Schreffler, who had been moved to the Battalion S-3 Operations Section, largely due to reasons of seniority. Blade 6 and Blade 3 were transitioning out of the Battalion, and George Schreffler was next in line to assume the role of Battalion Operations Officer, the 3d ranking officer in an Infantry Battalion.
Carpenter was avoiding the new skipper around the Lima Headquarters in the Soccer Stadium in Karbala. "I wanted nothing to do with the guy," said Carpenter, recalling his initial reaction to Captain Rick Gannon.
Gannon went about his task of meeting and learning as much as possible about every Marine in Lima Company with persistance.
"Staff Sergeant Carpenter, got a sec?"
"Yessir," replied Staff Sergeant Carpenter, one languid night in the Soccer Stadium. Carpenter was still Weapons Platoon Sergeant. Lima Company had chosen the Soccer Stadium as a Headquarters because it had 15 foot high walls and was somewhat fortified. Lima further hardened the site by building guard posts around the Stadium.
Gannon engaged Carpenter in one of his trademark conversations, getting to know another vital player in his new command. Gannon was known to walk post in Lima Company and talk with many of his Marines late into the night, asking about where they came from, their families, and their experience prior to joining the Corps. Carpenter recalls Lima Marines who thought of Gannon as a father figure who filled a need for such a role model.
As Gannon and Carpenter talked, they found that they had much in common as the basis for a long term friendship. Gannon had 4 children, and Carpenter had 7. They were both Catholic. They belonged to the same Catholic church. Their youngest children were around the same ages. Carpenter's wife, Beth, would become friends with Gannon's wife, Sally. Sally and Beth were close from church, and Sally was very active in the community.
"One of my ambitions, one of my goals, when we get back off of this deployment" continued Gannon as the two Marines talked in the Soccer Stadium, "is that I want to be a better father."
"Yeah, me too," replied Staff Sergeant Carpenter. "But I say that after every deployment."
"I have too in the past," said Gannon. "But, you know, my dad was a great father. My father provided for us, my sister and I. I always knew that my dad loved me, never any doubt. My dad always did a lot of stuff with me. My dad was a hard working guy."
Carpenter didn't know exactly what to say.
"I want to be a fun dad," continued Gannon.
"Really?" Carpenter didn't quite understand what Gannon meant.
"I don't just want to be a hard-working, providing father, who tells my kids I love them all the time," explained Gannon. "I want to be fun to be around."
Carpenter was a hard customer, having grown attached to Schreffler, but Gannon's persistence, as well as his quality as a Man, leader and Officer won him over.
Over the coming months, 3/7 along with other Marine Battalions in Iraq were extended by decisions taken by the highest levels of the Department of Defense. 3/7 was not slated for another deployment for a year at that point. Marine Battalions 1/7, 1/4, among others were extended in Iraq during the same time while they were waiting for the Army to back fill their assigned areas. Marine Battalion 3/4 left from Iraq to the United States in April 2003 immediately after The Push ended because 3/4 was slated for UDP [Unit Deployment Program to Okinawa, Japan] in December 2003.
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Major General Mattis flew into Karbala, Iraq, to deliver the bad news in person. Wiry, and be-spectacled, the lean, thin 2-star General who was widely admired among the Marines, took it upon himself to give the Marines no reason to blame any of their intermediate leadership for the news that Battalion 3/7 would remain in Iraq longer than expected. The Push had succeeded, 3/7 had fought into Bagdahd along with RCT-7, but its turn to return to the States had not yet arrived.
All of the 3/7 Marines were gathered together for a series of talks from General Mattis, who made a point to deliver the word personally. General Mattis' pre-war letters have been widely circulated, and his speeches on top of trucks to thousands of gathered Marines have been widely covered, but these direct communications of bad news were no less important as acts of leadership by the Division's Commanding Officer.
"He was the bearer of bad news everytime," recalled Carpenter. "He would not allow a Battalion Commander to tell us. General Mattis would tell us."
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Mattis. Again.
Marines muttered, fucking asshole, when are we going to get the fuck out of this country?
But there he was, microphone in hand.
"Men," Mattis would begin. "I am here to tell you in person that your Battalion has again been extended in Iraq."
Marines left thinking, I never want to see that guy again. But they never faulted General Mattis. At least the Man had the decency to tell us the news in person.
"That was his style," remembered Carpenter. "He would be there to tell us in person. He flew in in April to tell us we were extended to May. Then he flew in in May to tell us we were extended through July. "
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10 July 2003
Mattis. Oh shit. He is just going to be the bearer of bad news.
Don't even fucking tell me I am staying here another month. Fuck this. Marines circled around their General again, who, for a third time had the decency to deliver the word, man to man. At least the Man is still here, if I have to stay in this shit hole.
Despite his other duties as the CG, 1stMarDiv, Mattis again thought it was enough of a priority to tell each Private First Classs, Lance Corporal and above that he would have to remain in Iraq longer than he expected.
Finally, the Bulgarians and the Poles RIP-ed [conducted a relief in place] with the Lima 3/7 Marines in Karbala.
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18 July 2003
The AllMar — All Marines Communication — was missing a name: Carpenter. The official bulletin of all Staff Sergeants (E-6) selected for promotion to the next grade, Gunnery Sergeant (E-7), was a closely watched piece of career news within the Marine Corps community, not only by Staff Sergeants like Matt Carpenter, but also by their seniors, in particular, who might use the news item as an essential opportunity in the continuous process of team building. Carpenter had been passed over for promotion to Gunnery Sergeant.
"Look, Matt," said Captain Gannon one day out in the Soccer Stadium as Lima Company counted the days to returning to the United States. "I'm heartsick that you were passed over for promotion to Gunny. I can't think of a Staff Sergeant in this Battalion who is more qualified for promotion."
Carpenter was taciturn. "I appreciate that," he said with no emotion.
"I don't want you to go over to Weapons Company where you would probably be a Section Leader in Heavy Guns. It would be a waste of your talents. I want you to stay on in Lima Company and be my Company Gunny." It was a ploy, and Carpenter knew it. Gannon knew it. But in the fraternity of the infantry, it was also a sign of respect, and Carpenter accepted it, since he had grown to like the man.
Carpenter had his heart set on going to Weapons Company since he arrived in 3/7 from Bridgeport because he wanted to be a Gunner, which was his long-term aspiration. In order to be considered for the Gunner program, a Marine needed to have Weapons Company experience. All of Carpenter's time had been spent in Weapons Platoon in Lima Company, a Rifle Company. He needed to get some Weapons Company experience to be considered for selection to Gunner.
Therefore, Captain Gannon's ploy was really a tall order. This is the biggest thing that anyone has asked me to do, thought Carpenter. I really want to go to apply for the Gunner program. This will really end up fucking me.
Gannon dropped the subject for the day, but brought it back up shortly. He pressed his case.
In the end, Carpenter agreed to be the Lima Company Gunny, however. "Why? Well, he's just that kind of guy," recalls Carpenter. "I never, ever, wanted to be a Company Gunny because growing up [as an Infantry Marine] Company Gunnies were nothing but water and chow guys, running log[istics], and in my mind, I did not want to be out of the fight, taking me away from the boys. But very few Company Gunnies are the tactical adviser to the commander, but it is all based on personality."
A few days after their first conversation on the topic of Carpenter taking the job of Company Gunny, Gannon revisited the subject.
"Matt, have you thought about being Company Gunny?"
"Sir, here's the thing. I want to be a Gunner. That's my long term goal. So, I need to get over to Weapons Company. I need time in Weapons Company to be eligible for the Gunner Program."
"Yeah. I understand," replied Gannon. "But, I am asking you to take the job of Company Gunny. I will be up front with you. I need you, and the Company needs you. Look around. We are going to be losing alot of senior Marines when we get back to the Stumps. It would make a big difference to Lima, and I am asking you as a personal favor to be Lima's Gunny."
"OK, Sir. Let me think about it."
"Sure," replied Gannon.
Carpenter stayed on with Gannon as his Company Gunny, mainly as a favor to his new Company Commander. He realized that he could have the type of impact that he wanted as the Company Gunny. As a Staff Sergeant (E-6), Carpenter filled the role of Company Gunnery Sergeant, a billet normally assigned to an E-7.
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Webster Bank's wealth management business continues to lose steam.
Revenue from wealth and investment services dropped for the fifth consecutive quarter, swooning 10.7% to $7.9 million from $8.8 million a year ago, according to the bank's parent company's financial results released Thursday.
The $7.9 million represents a 7.37% decline from the previous quarter.
The drop from the previous quarter was due to lower unanticipated volume in Webster Investment Services, the bank's brokerage business, in the latter part of the quarter, Glenn MacInnes, Webster's chief financial officer, said during the earnings call.
Jim Smith, the bank's chairman and CEO, noted that while the bank was "a little perplexed" the brokerage unit didn't have a higher growth rate, it had a strong back log of appointments, which he said will have a positive impact in the second quarter.
He also noted that the brokerage unit is in the process of converting a significant portion of its revenue to recurring revenue. "That creates a bit of a drag over the near term on overall revenue growth but is very positive for stable revenue growth over the longer term," he said.
Smith was enthusiastic about Webster Private Bank, which launched in March 2012. He noted that the private bank had gone through many changes over the last couple of years and was "pretty well through" with what he called "the model shift."
Smith commended Yves Cochez, the bank's chief investment strategist, crediting him for the strength of the private bank's AUM pipeline.
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Still, the numbers overall for wealth and investment services were weak. In March 2014, Webster lost a team of five wealth management professionals, who defected to People's United Bank. The team was led by David Dixon, the former director of Webster Private Bank and former director of wealth management for Webster Financial Corp. The other team members included the director of business development for the wealth management arm of Webster Bank and three portfolio managers, one of which has since returned to Webster Bank, according to Sarah Barr, a spokeswoman for the bank.
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Warnings: Yaoi... dominant Neji and submissive Kiba. OOC-ness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I make no money of this writing.
Pairings: Neji/Kiba.
An: this is really just pointless smut...long and probably boring...enjoy.
So now he was a stalker... and no less he was stalking the dog boy. he had been watching for a long time trying to figure out what the dog boy liked... so far he had found out that the dog boy liked his dog.
And that damn dog was always with Kiba...
He and Kiba had a good relationship... they talked... they sometimes joked... well... Kiba did... not him.
Neji wasn't the kind of person to joke and everyone knew it... Kiba knew it too and Neji noticed that Kiba didn't seem to mind it... didn't seem to mind his lack of social skills.
Actually they met a lot in the woods because that's where they both were training...
This time too, the dog was with Kiba... Neji scowled while hiding behind the bushes... this was silly... why the brunette attracted him so?
Kiba was loud cheerful and... Just fun... everything Neji was not.
Kiba was shorter than him... lithe... almost fragile comparing with Neji. Of course Kiba was well trained and his body was firm and...
Neji shook his head... Kiba would surely rip his head off if he would come clean and admit that he's a bit into the guy.
A bit... yeah right.
Just look at that guy move... jumping around... laughing... along with that damn overgrown dog... Neji could swear that fucker was bigger than him.
But oh well, he supposed that dog was Kiba's best friend... and that damn dog had just as good scent as Kiba did, so Neji wasn't surprised at all when the joyous brunette landed on the other side of the bush he was hiding in. a low chuckle sounded in the air and Neji couldn't help but shiver hearing it.
"Fancy meeting you here Neji-kun."
Neji scowled. "I happen to train here as well." he said in a flat tone as he usually did... by now he knew that his flat tone does not scare the dog boy away... it almost seemed that Kiba found it amusing.
"I bet you do... are you training in hiding... because you know you can't hide from someone like me."
Neji's face stayed emotionless when Kiba walked around the bush now facing him... he absolutely liked those red coloured marks on both cheeks... he liked that damn spiky hair and dear god he loved the fangs sticking over the soft lips.
"I could if I would try..." he stated knowing that he really couldn't... no matter how good he was those dogs had the best noses in the village. His answer made Kiba laugh.
"Not a chance Neji-kun... Akamaru and I would sniff you out in no time."
Neji looked the big white dog over... why did that damn dog was always with Kiba... his eyes widened when Akamaru as if reading his thoughts growled at him and stepped forward showing all the teeth... Kiba however crouched down and petted his overgrown pet.
"Hey Hey Akamaru... it's just Neji... no need to growl at him... even though I feel like growling at him sometimes too."
Neji's eyebrow pulled up slightly... actually he would like to hear the dog boy growl for him... or whimper like a puppy... or... Neji swallowed hard...
he simply hated when Kiba talked to that dog...what if the dog can sense his dirty thoughts and pass it to Kiba... he would never get rid of the blush that would spread on his white cheeks... and Kiba would probably freak out and... Desert the village or something.
"So Neji-kun how you've been doing... haven't met you since you went for your last mission." Kiba straightened up and Neji saw the dark eyes narrow at him.
"I did well."
"You always do good don't you?"
Do good... do good... funny. Neji's eyebrow twitched and then his lips twitched as he wanted to smirk in a satisfied way.
"Yes I do."
Kiba then chuckled again and Akamaru barked twice...somewhat freakishly.
"Yeah... I wonder do you do good in other aspects of your life as well..."
Neji stared, his pale eyes were so big for the first time in his life, he was sure about that... with the corner of his eye he noticed Akamaru place the paw over the eyes... so even the dog thought the question was... unusual.
"Other aspects... Kiba?" he choked out.
"Well I sure as hell know you're not doing all that good with communication... Neji-kun..."
Neji's eyes narrowed slightly... Kiba was using 'Neji-kun' so...so teasingly. That little sneaky puppy...
"No one's perfect... pup."
Neji's lips formed a smirk seeing Kiba's cheeks get pinkish... of course it was because of the 'pup'... good. That was his intention after all. And when he saw Kiba swallow nervously looking at his smirking lips, he let it turn into a somewhat naughty grin... somehow the dog boy released something wild in him.
"Ah and there I thought that you think you're perfect in everything Neji-kun."
Dammit... he liked how the 'Neji-kun' sounded from that mouth... Neji's silver eyes fell on the huge dog... if that beast wouldn't be here he would probably jump on the unsuspecting pup... not meaning the dog.
"Don't be stupid, pup... I don't think that about myself." he nearly growled as he popped down on the grass stretching his legs and then pulling them to his body sitting in a lotus position.
"Ah don't you think it's a bit degrading when you call me a pup, Neji-kun?"
Neji smirked even though he was tempted to grin evilly... as funny as it seemed the dog boy was teasing him... almost flirting... the hell, he will play along. He enjoyed himself and the pup right now.
"Of course pup... don't you think 'Neji-kun' sounds a bit degrading...?"
"Not really Neji-kun... we are about the same age... and we are about equals... don't tell me you want me to call you 'Neji-sama'..."
Fuck... Neji felt his limp erection twitch in his loose pants... the way Kiba had put emphasis on that 'Neji-sama' was absolutely mind-fucking-blowing! He was still trying to get his breathing even when Kiba popped down on the grass next to him leaning on his hands and stretching the legs before himself, Kiba's face turned towards the heaven as the dog boy was grinning showing off those alluring fangs.
"That's a good idea..." he finally retorted when he trusted his voice to come out at least half normal.
"No, no Neji-kun...not at all."
Neji calmly noted that Kiba was actually teasing him... that naughty smile proved it... the way Akamaru was hiding the face with the paw again proved it and the way Kiba's cheeks were pinkish proved it... well, well... Neji hadn't expected that.
"You have to be superior for me to call you 'sama' you know that... Neji-kun..."
Little tease... Neji couldn't help but let his grin out... Kiba was pulling all the strings in him... the right ones.
"I could..." he exclaimed and the hell he really could...
"If I would let you that is..."
"Not necessarily... I could easily overpower you, pup."
Neji judging from Kiba's soft gasp suspected that the dog boy was aware that Neji wasn't talking about ninja battles... not at all.
"Ah Neji-kun... forceful aren't you?"
"Roughly so..."
Another gasp and when he turned to look at the pup his grin only grew... Kiba was blushing like mad and keeping his eyes closed almost squinted shut... the breathing wasn't exactly normal either.
But Kiba apparently was not shy...
"And what about if I use dirty tricks to overpower you Neji-kun?"
Neji bit the inside of his cheek. He tried not to imagine what those dirty tricks would be...
This was it...
"Bring it on... pup!" he exhaled and shivered when Kiba sat up straight eyeing him carefully, a slight smirk on those plump lips. Neji kept calm as the dog boy whistled to his huge white dog and he was still trying to keep calm when Akamaru actually whimpered and then left.
"What's that pup... feel safe without your dog?"
Neji's world crushed down right then when Kiba crawled in front of him straightening up and pushing on his chest with the palm the touch felt hot... as if Kiba's normal temperature would be that of a dog. That however made him lay on his back and straighten his legs.
He gasped when Kiba smiling a naughty smile crawled on top of him, not touching... staying on all fours... over him... looked down on him whispering.
"Correct me if I'm wrong Neji-kun but the pain you intend to give me..." there Kiba paused leaning down till Neji felt the hot breath on his ear... he was frozen... listening intently. "... Would make me whimper like a little bitch... hmm Neji-kun... am I right?"
Neji could not... could fucking not control his breathing! He was now hyperventilating he felt his cock twitch and harden in his pants almost instantly hearing those words.
Kiba was... a demon.
Because... well because that demon went one step further not waiting for his response, Kiba's hot, hot tongue licked his ear and he shuddered, his hands moved on Kiba's narrow hips grabbing them harshly just to feel that body.
"Let me guess Neji-kun... you want me on all fours... you want me all sweaty and moaning loudly for you... you want me scream for you... don't you Neji- kun?"
"What a naughty pup..." he croaked out scolding... all was true... every fucking word.
Kiba chuckled in his ear and he gasped feeling the fangs on his neck biting down gently.
"I have animalistic instincts Neji-kun... I can smell what you want."
Kiba moved down pulling Neji's white shirt to the sides exposing his chest, he pushed himself on elbows and watched the pup lick down his chest and pause on his trim stomach... Neji was in heaven and dear god help him to stay sane.
"And you want... me." Kiba finished, hot pink tongue sneaked out darting in his navel just to circle in there and then move downwards tracing his little black brownish hair leading down from it to his...
"K-Kiba..." he gasped out not meaning to when the said pup pulled his pants a tiny bit lower licking dangerously close to his now fully hard and needy erection.
"Mh Neji-kun..."
Neji felt his cheeks flare up murderously probably harder than the puppy was blushing when Kiba moved back up and this time the teaser actually sat on his lap and then wriggled letting him feel that round ass on his erection... he gasped for air and his hands once more grasped Kiba's hips.
When the naughty pup wriggled again smirking down at him he decided to turn the tables a bit... he grabbed Kiba's arms tightly and pulled him down rather roughly smirking when it earned him a yelp, before the pup could gather himself Neji crushed their lips together attacking the plump lips with his tongue straight away, feeling a shiver run through the pups body and when he rolled them around laying comfortably between the spread legs it was his turn to shiver.
He groaned when Kiba let out a soft moan in his mouth as he pushed his tongue firmly on the hot one... Neji couldn't get enough, his tongue demanded and his hands roaming Kiba's upper body demanded as well, he sneaked his hand under the black shirt feeling the naked soft skin and trim muscles.
He pulled back satisfied to hear and see Kiba gasp for air... more than just satisfied to see Kiba had lost the cockiness for now as all the puppy did was breathed hard and watched him.
Neji leaned down planting hot wet kisses on the soft neck, he bit down possessively and shivered when Kiba grabbed his hair surely messing up his ponytail... not that he cared right now.
He grinded his hips into those below and groaned hearing something really like a cute whimper-like moan, Kiba was hard just like he was.
"Getting hot pup?" he teased biting down on the flawless neck harder this time, he smirked when Kiba arched up to him and failed to come back with an answer. Neji's hand wondered around settling when it found an erected little nipple he squeezed it between his fingers just to have the pup arch up from the grass again.
Neji smiled and kneeled up between the parted legs shivering all through when he looked down just to find the pup panting, the crimson cheeks and the half lidded eyes drove him crazy.
He ripped Kiba's shirt off of the desired body and then he closed his lips over the previously teased nipple groaning when Kiba once more emitted the whimper-like moan... it was a tiny sound but how it worked on Neji he couldn't even grasp. He didn't even know till now that his own body could be so damn needy and demanding... because his erection sure as hell was throbbing demandingly.
When he moved for the twin nub the pup under him squirmed and tugged on his shirt, Neji was smirking in a rather satisfied way as he straightened and shrugged his shirt off leaving them both half naked. Kiba's hands stroked his chest before he could get back down and then he stayed kneeling watching and feeling as Kiba seemed enjoying himself by tracing his muscles on his upper body... it got more intimate when Kiba's thumb played over his parted lips, Neji was looking into Kiba's eyes and he felt no need to look away... he was honest... he wasn't ashamed or anything... he wanted this... and Kiba was looking at him almost with... admiration.
Arrogant as he was he didn't smirk in a satisfied or superior way this time... he simply leaned down claiming those delicious lips once more, putting more passion in the kiss... there really was no question who is dominating... he was pushing the hot muscle in the sweet mouth around and all Kiba did was shiver and slide the tongue against his.
Supporting his weight with one hand on the grass next to Kiba's head his other hand wanting to fulfil his naughty desires travelled down and under the lean body, grabbing on a perfect round and firm ass cheek... he squeezed groaning in the kiss as his hips bucked down hard from the feel... that ass really was perfect... there was just enough flesh to grab and squeeze and he simply loved the loud moan it earned him even if that moan sounded surprised and kind of like 'oh Neji-kun don't do that'.
Oh but he would do that! he pulled away from their kiss biting on the lower lip and holding it between his teeth as his hand pushed into Kiba's pants, he felt the lean body under him squirm, Kiba gasped sharply when he grabbed on the now naked globe roughly nearly lifting the backside off of the ground rocking Kiba's hips into his own hard.
Oh god, if only the dog boy would make that kind of noises more... much more.
He absolutely loved that breathless and excitedly shocked voice. And then there was the way Kiba was clutching on his shoulders and breathing in his ear heavily, not letting him go.
He kept kneading the tender flesh of the round globe firmly smiling a little tiny ecstatic smile on a soft neck. "Yes pup, anything unnerves you?" with that asked he grinded his hips into Kiba's lightly just to tease.
"Mhh... Neji."
Neji gulped... the cockiness was back in that alluring voice and the next thing he knew he was laying on his back again, he gasped sharply when it took for the little dog only about one second to get out of the remaining clothes except the black boxers... Neji though didn't mind, he laid down watching it as a show and each patch of lightly tanned skin revealed made him drool. Kiba definitely had a nice body... perfectly so.
The sexy creature in the black little boxers, with a tent on the front, crawled on him grinning naughty and showing off the cute/scary fangs.
"You're not worried are you Neji-kun... because..." Kiba's hands laid on Neji's pants ready to pull them off, he shivered not minding one bit, they were straining his nearly painful erection.
"...you know how it is with little pups..." Kiba carried on now pulling the pants off and discarding them randomly, eyes on revealed skin.
"...if they want something... they just keep whining... till they..."
Sharp breaths from Neji as his boxers were pulled down leaving him naked and maybe a bit worried and nervous.
"... get what they want!" Kiba finally finished.
Loud, rather shocked moan escaped Neji's mouth, his eyes went wide watching down as the little pink tongue was licking... the very tip of his swollen cock, sending him into a crazed pleasure, he started gasping for air as that sinfully hot tongue lapped at the head and swirled around it... he could hardly keep his eyes on Kiba but oh he wouldn't miss that show for anything... Kiba's cheeks deliciously red, eyes opened barely in slits apparently watching his man pride.
Neji would never admit it of course but he was groaning and grasping on the grass below him, squirming too when Kiba took him in the hot mouth deep and sucked lightly, one of his hands travelled to brown hair which might he add was the perfect length to fist, which he did first removing the forehead protector. He fisted that hair and then groaned loudly when he pushed the little creature down to take him deeper Kiba looked up to him. Neji could only gasp and lock his eyes with Kiba's as that one started to suck him rather roughly letting Neji guide the movements. Up and down they went.
To say that Neji had never experienced something like that would be waste of time... they both were too young to be experienced in this kind of stuff but they were too old not to get experienced. So Neji presumed that Kiba too was inexperienced and still he decided to do something like that... Neji was in heaven and he knew he should pull that sucking beastie off, before he embarrasses himself... but dear god it felt so damn good.
"Nhh... fuck...ahh..." he really tried to stop those moans but that would be futile when that little beast moaned on his shaft nearly making him cum right then.
Kiba pulled away... and Neji whined... cursing himself for it, he watched with lust hazed eyes how the pup kneeled up and licked the now swollen lips.
"Big tasty lolly, Neji-kun... want to give the pup the filling?"
Not in his entire life...not once... he thought that naughty and dirty talk would turn him on... but it did... immensely. He was panting like a fish thrown on the shore, trying his best to collect himself failing miserably, feeling his own cheeks red, sweat covering his face, his hair long since messed from trashing his head and above all that he was stark naked and so goddamn hard. he knew for all hundred percent that any other creature would repulse him by talking like that but this little pup was simply perfect...
The only thing he managed to do after those words was a loud groan, he fisted the brown spiky hair pushing Kiba down and Kiba didn't hesitate engulfing his big tasty lolly fully, starting to suck it swirling the tongue around the tip every so often...
"Nhaa Kiba... fuck, so good." he choked out and it apparently encouraged the pup because the dark eyes looked at him again and a harder suction was applied on his sensitive hardness.
"Mmmm!" such a simple sound... but when created by someone who is sucking something so damn sensitive... it got Neji squirming and mewling which he didn't know he's capable to do. Didn't care right now, he felt so close... the bliss was coming and he could taste it on his tongue. His hips were now bucking up.
"Nhaa fuck... do it again..." he choked out not caring how he might sound.
But the sucking devil smirked pulling back till only the tip was in the hot mouth and slid the tongue in the little slit, Neji gasped he started to realise what Kiba meant by 'dirty tricks'... it once more left him squirming and nearly coming, his lower muscles flexing and his hips jerking.
He kind of shouted... not that it was easy to admit but he did. The little pup had engulfed him fully again and then... swallowed and then moaned again.
It was too much, he grabbed Kiba's head with both hands and fuck him if he lets that mouth pull away now when he was letting it all out...
He groaned and growled hearing Kiba gulp down his 'filling'... he came hard and all through his great pleasure he was watching Kiba who didn't even try to pull back letting him to keep the head down hard with that little cute nose pressing in his pubic hair as he bucked his hips up lightly for the last time.
Panting he finally released the pup, well he didn't he simply made the touch gentle and drew small circles on the scalp letting Kiba pull back, he groaned blinking furiously to clear his vision.
"Come here." he breathed out sitting up sharply and pulling Kiba in his lap to straddle him as he himself dived for that hot mouth wanting to stick something in there again, he groaned tasting the salty tang, knowing it was his taste in there strangely turned him on further...
Feeling that Kiba was hard as a rock urged him on, he pulled away from the delicious lips and grabbed on the flushed sweaty face, keeping their lips close.
"I want you naked right now!" he demanded and spanked the boxer covered ass rather hard smirking when the pup yelped and the cheeks gained a deeper tone of red.
It really didn't take much time to roll them around and pull Kiba's black little piece of clothe off of the gorgeous body, he hummed satisfied looking at the pup laying on his back under him absolutely naked, absolutely hard and panting... eyes anticipating... and hands... those sneaky hands were pulling his hair tie out letting the mass of dark brown hair spill over them like a curtain, Neji grimaced. He didn't quite like his hair loose mostly because they got in a way, but the pup under him apparently noticed his dislike.
"Their soft..." Kiba simply said with a tiny smile fisting his hair gently... oh well, Neji didn't really care as long as Kiba enjoyed this.
he scowled greatly though when the same pup was about to take his forehead protector off... he presumed Kiba had seen the seal but he still didn't like that green mark, he didn't want Kiba looking at it, he jerked his head back, and winced when Kiba made an almost hurt expression.
"I don't want you to... look at It." he explained.
He was rather surprised when the pup sat up pushing him up to kneel on his knees.
"Neji..." Kiba started somewhat gently and softly and he wasn't all that sure that he will like what the pup will say now. He closed his eyes when despite his words the protector was taken off and then the bandages as well leaving him as from mother's womb, he didn't open his eyes but he felt warm hands cup his face gently.
"Neji-kun..." he felt a light kiss pressed right on his damn forehead where the seal was, the soft plump lips brushed on his, he could feel the pup is breathing somewhat erratic.
"Neji... can we leave the reassuring conversation to later... because I'm so goddamn needy!"
Come to think of it... they could do that...
Neji opened his eyes and smirked, Kiba really looked needy. He moved his index finger to Kiba's chest pushing him down on the grass on the back and then the same finger travelled lower dipping in the belly button and then following the little brown hair he found the hard erection his finger touched the base making the pup squirm on the grass, Neji smiled faintly as he watching his own finger traced it all the way up to the top smearing the shiny pearls of pre-come over the tip, he truly enjoyed Kiba gasping softly and grabbing on the grass which Neji already had damaged before.
The same finger then moved up as he crawled higher as well, he however kept himself between those strong yet slender legs. Using the moment when the Kiba was looking at him with half lidded eyes Neji took the finger in his mouth licking off the creamy liquid.
"Nh fuck Neji... stop teasing." Kiba breathed, shivering. Neji took the finger out of his mouth, he was drooling and the finger was awfully wet he traced it over Kiba's lips moaning lowly when a pink tongue darted out licking on his finger.
"Good pup..." he husked and pushed two of his fingers in the hot mouth. "Suck."
He felt his erection twitch wantonly when the pup stated to suck on his fingers sliding the hot tongue on them. Neji watching Kiba sucking with the plump lips wrapped around the digits, the red cheeks hollowing and the eyes looking right into his, started to push his fingers in the welcoming mouth. It was arousing to feel and touch so intimately...
He pulled his fingers out feeling his body shaking from all the excitement and anticipation. He got himself comfortable by kneeling between Kiba's legs, he nudged them wide apart shivering at the exposed sight... gorgeous.
Leaning down over the pup and pressing his lips on the plump ones, he pressed his slickened fingertips on the little wrinkled hole that he found using feel even though he did want to watch his fingers. Kiba gasped in his mouth at the touch but it only allured Neji further as he moved his fingers in circles pretty much copying his moves with his tongue.
He pushed his tongue deeper in the hot mouth as he pushed his finger in the tightness stopping at the first knuckle... he couldn't believe that hotness and tightness in there he pulled away just to look at the flushed face under his. Kiba emitted a noise that really sounded like a small tiny whimper because he of course was impatient and pushed his finger deeper straight away.
He didn't have to think twice on it, he simply gave the pup a peck on the parted lips and then moved down sticking his tongue out and swirling it around the angry red erection, he smirked when the beastie seemingly forgot the discomfort caused by his wriggling finger and moaned arching up the back towards the bright blue sky.
"N-Neji-kun... ahhh... Neji..."
Neji liked the sounds and he heard more when he took the tip in his mouth humming on it and sucking lightly. Pleasure comes first only then pain. That was proved because the pup really failed to react on the second finger when it pushed in and he was sure it was because he engulfed the length at the same time sucking rather hard... he liked the taste though and he loved the loud moans it earned him.. he loved the way they vaguely sounded something like his name... kind of... in truth he though Kiba doesn't realise what he was saying or moaning out... still it was the best sound ever... and Neji thought that Kiba was long since ready when he had wriggled his fingers in the tight opening and sucked on the awfully hard erection for quite some while, but he wanted to find that special place just to memorize where it was so he could actually hear Kiba scream for him... he wanted to hear it!
He was growling in the back of his throat and he was so damn needy again. Kiba's hips started to buck up, panting and moving the head side to side. Neji pulled away observing the writhing creature... it was bliss to realise that he had caused that expression of pure pleasure on that pretty face... he had caused that blush and those lidded eyes and those moans coming out...
Damn it he wanted to find that damn spot now... he wanted to get in that heat and pound... he was panting and he was sure the pup has no idea how very extremely hard it was for him to just wriggle his fingers in that lovely heat. He crooked his digits pushing them harder than before wanting to get deeper if possible even though his fingers were long since knuckle deep.
"Nyaaa! Neji...fuck...aahh! Neji!"
Neji's hips bucked forward involuntary because of the loudness of those moans and because... the little pretty backside pushed back on his fingers roughly and then wriggled in circles, Kiba looked at him with beginning eyes moaning almost desperately and grabbed his wrist trying to push it deeper...
Neji was quite sure that he has found the spot.
He pulled his fingers out almost all the way having to fight with Kiba's hand that didn't want to let him and then he pushed them back hard. Kiba's hand released his wrist instantly and grabbed the grass beneath them, the lean body arched and convulsed with the puppy moaning loudly and gasping for air with an expression of ecstasy.
"Neji...ahh Neji... fu-ahh...fuck me!"
Hearing that Neji moaned and loudly too. it only made him push his slick fingers in the heat roughly, he pumped them wanting to hear more and trying to get deeper he wondered for a while is he using too much force but Kiba erased his worrying by arching and nearly screaming clutching madly at the grass and squirming pushing his backside back roughly.
"Neji...ahhh god. Neji... please... fuck me!"
Neji was growling ecstatic his fingers though roughened up shaking Kiba's lean body with their force and he was sure he was striking the right spot because now the pup was screaming and growling together.
"Nejiii! Fuck...ahh... Neji fuck me now you bastard!"
Neji felt like a wild beast himself when he let out an almost feral growl and removed his fingers instantly.
"That's better!" he groaned out grabbing Kiba's middle and hearing a yelp when he flipped the needy body around exposing a perfect ass for his hungry eyes... Neji long since ignored his own sounds of excitement few of those he let out again watching the perfect ass stuck in the air for him as Kiba pushed up on all fours.
He couldn't resist, he spanked the pretty little ass cheeks with both hands grabbing on them afterwards and growling.
"Relax now." he said but he could see that Kiba is nowhere near relaxed, the lightly tanned body shaking and covered with a thin sheet of sweat same as his. He couldn't drag this, he stroked his leaking cock few times just to spread his pre-come over and then rubbed the tip against the stretched hole.
"Neji..." it really was a soft sound and it made him stroke the creatures soft back before he grabbed on the hips for support as he pushed forward slowly. He moaned when the head went past the first ring of the awfully tight muscles and only Kiba's quiet strangled whimper stopped him from thrusting forward roughly.
"Shh..." he calmed probably himself as much as the pup under him as he pushed deeper, Kiba was whimpering and grabbing behind ending up by grabbing on Neji's hip... pulling him deeper, it made them both emit rather unmanly sounds.
He couldn't say anything as the heat was now all around him clearing his mind from any sane thoughts he leaned down resting his cheek against Kiba's shoulder giving them both time to adjust to the feelings and sizes.
"I was trying to be gentle..." Neji breathed out with his eyes squinted shut, he praised himself for the ability to talk when all he wanted to do was give in and come after few speedy thrusts.
He felt the smaller form under him shake and still gasp for air, he really hoped the pup isn't crying.
"Fuck... Neji... I don't know why the pain is so sweet but you ... have to move!"
Hearing that Neji bit down on the soft shoulder, he pushed himself up and then licked the bruise before he kneeled up and grasped the delicate hips in a steel grip pulling out to half and pushed back in watching their joining point... it was amazing.
He felt like a pervert but he couldn't find it in himself to feel bad about it as he watched the pink hole stretch around his cock swallowing his length over and over again.
As far as he could tell from the soft moans growing in volume steadily Kiba was enjoying it fully now, even if at the beginning there were quite a lot whimpering sounds.
Neji smiled hearing a loud moan when he rocked his hips forward his thighs brushing the smooth ass.
"Mm pup... so hot... so tight..." he breathed out going faster and harder now trying to find that spot.
"Ah Neji... h-harder!"
He complied instantly driving in hard, pulling on the bony hips just to get deeper.
"Ahhh nhaa Neji... r-right there!" Kiba moaned loudly but Neji didn't listen he watched the little ass wriggle on his erection hard as he kept it in place with his hands fully enjoying it.
"Neji move!"
And that was an order! Neji threw his head back smiling his ecstatic smile as he started a rough and hard pace slamming in hard, he couldn't stop anymore hearing the pup scream for him on each thrust, he knew he was moaning loudly himself that was of no importance, looking down he released one hip stroking the arching back it travelled to the silky brown hair and he fisted them pulling Kiba up, never stopping his rough pounding.
Kiba's only reaction was a loud mewl when Neji bit on the neck from behind... and Neji growled now snapping his hips forward harder and harder... his lips brushed on Kiba's ear as his other arm wrapped around the lithe chest supporting them both.
"My little pup likes it, hm?" he husked out and moaned shutting his eyes when Kiba fisted his hair turning the head to the side and bit on his lower lip rather hard... those fangs almost made Neji come right then.
"Neji... yess...ahh ...I love it!"
Yes, he loved it too... and he could only wish he could keep it up for longer...
"Kiba... so...ah... so good!" he moaned biting on the shoulder now as he kept abusing the perfect ass, pressing the hot body against his chest just to feel each shiver.
"Neji..." Kiba moaned in return never releasing Neji's hair, the other hand grabbed his wrist though and led his hand for the neglected erection.
Neji felt almost thankful as he wrapped his fingers around the hard organ starting to pump it trying to match it with his hard pounding, he was crazed by the sounds... all the sounds... the skin slapping on skin harshly, the squishy sounds of his cock gliding in and out of the thigh passage in the background, Kiba's cries of pleasure and his own low groans... he didn't realise he's biting down harder and harder as he felt himself so damn close.
"Nhaaa Neji... ahhh Neji..."
It was almost sudden and it was sudden when he felt the muscles tighten around his cock violently, he felt the hot liquid on his hand and the body under him convulsed and arched. Kiba was surely pulling out his hair... he really didn't care, he kept pumping with his hand making sure every drop comes out and he was only sorry that the liquid was claimed by the grass and not his mouth, when he felt Kiba relax he removed his hand wrapping it around the heaving chest and stuck his wet finger in his own mouth tasting his pup and crying out muffled as his peak took him over violently. He kept growling loudly, his hips kept jerking forward rocking both their bodies, he kept Kiba pressed against his chest firmly.
"Nh Kiba!" he moaned out pulling his finger out of his mouth, he was panting just as hard as his pup.
He felt Kiba's satisfied body go limp against him, He pulled out wincing and hearing a low groan.
"Turn around pup..." he barely whispered and when Kiba turned he wrapped his arms back around the lean body, he pressed their lips together... next time he would surely look at the adorable face.
When he pulled back he felt his body shake. "L-lets... lay down..." he gasped out not thanking his voice for that stutter.
Neji was watching the sky... it was a beautiful day... well more like evening now... but it was beautiful... they were still naked and they were in each other arms... it was a beautiful day... and he had the feeling that his pup was sleeping, because he heard the breathing steady and he did after all space out about what they had shared for quite some while now.
Turning his head he pressed a light kiss on the red mark on Kiba's left cheek.
"Pup, you're sleeping?"
Kiba's lips formed a faint smile. "No... thinking of you..."
"Coincidence eh?"
"We should get back to the village..."
"I know... I'm sore..."
Neji grinned somewhat sheepishly and opened his mouth to comment but Kiba stopped him by opening the tired eyes.
"Neji-kun... was it... was it a... one time kind of thing?"
Neji stared at his pup kind of unbelievingly which didn't matter because Kiba was looking downwards.
"Hey..." he whispered putting his index finger under the chin tilting the head up, he smiled when their eyes met. "...you're my pup now... don't doubt me... ever." he smiled wider when those words earned him a true smile and a hug, an awfully tight hug which he returned to his heart's content.
"Now c'mon let me carry you back... oh pup... and if anyone notices you're limping... just tell them that I kicked your ass."
"Haa haa very funny, Neji-kun!"
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(Re)consider the Oyster
Colorado has four borders, none of which are oceans. I grew up in a small town in the middle of that Rocky Mountainous rectangle as a vegetarian/occasional pescatarian where I was more familiar with snowy half-pipes than half shells. The only seafood in my diet came courtesy an occasional frozen filet of rainbow trout from the Schwan's truck (holla, orange sherbet push pops!). My first oyster, as far as I can recall, was likely a big, soft Texas Gulf oyster choked down in Fort Worth during a shift at a perennially packed Cajun seafood restaurant where I worked during college — not a highly memorable nor positive experience. Texans tend to dump the ocean water out of raw oysters and load them up with grated horseradish and boatloads of cocktail sauce. Sacrilege! But, but! That's what you do when the regional oysters are large and largely lacking in salinity.
Now that I've been on the East Coast for a few years, my palate and appreciation for all manner of molluscs is a bit more developed. It should be; I sell them and therefore need to describe them with enthusiasm and great detail. One way to expedite the learning curve is to slurp your way through 30+ different types of Western Hemisphere oysters at the glorious $1 oyster happy hour at Maison Premiere in Williamsburg (4 to 7 p.m. M-F).
Thanks to having met the ubiquitous Boston 'oyster dude,' I've been contemplating the concept of merroir, the process of how these gnarly little guys get from the mud to the table and why this former street food now sells for about $3 per half shell.
Oysters used to be plentiful in New York, back before pollution and overzealous harvesting killed off the once enormous oyster beds surrounding Manhattan. Long gone are the days when oyster shell mounds called middens littered the streets. For more info, peep this fascinating New York Public Library history lesson.
Now they're sustainably farmed in places like Duxbury, Mass., and shipped to the finest restaurants in New Yawk City.
A crew from Island Creek Oysters was in town in February to visit restaurant clients and host a raw bar at a book release party for Shucked: Life on a New England Oyster Farm.
I've milked a cow, and a goat, and dug through maggot-filled recycling bins for the sake of full journalistic immersion for a story, but never have I left my MacBook behind for good. Writer Erin Byers Murray quit her job as editor of DailyCandy Boston, worked at Island Creek for 18 months and then wrote a book about it. Someone buy this girl a glass of Muscadet! Beware: you'll want to ditch your desk job too after reading her story.
Excellent company, charming and informative oyster shuckers and an intoxicating and transportive taste of the Atlantic via a few "naked" oysters (i.e. no lemon juice, no condiments) proved irresistible. Cue the resurgence of my interest in oysters. Even the younger vegetarian version of myself could and should have been eating them all along, at least according to Christopher Cox's argument in this smart Slate.com piece about why even strict vegans should feel comfortable eating oysters. Oh and good news, landlocked Coloradoans: Island Creek ships to any U.S. address.
Cheers to discovering you love something that you had previously dismissed.


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Jan Brink Owner of Tullstorp
Catharina Brink Office/Web
Responsible for the Tullstorp web page including the foal market. Is also working in the office with booking trainings and lessons. Responsible for Marketing and press.
Emelie Ahlberg Stable Manager
Specialist and extreme know-how in grooming. Emelie has been Briar's International groom for several of years, and have because of her excellent job been awarded "Groom of the year" on the national equestrian gala "Ryttargalan". She is now managing the stables, the short term interns, as well as the stallions and semen during the sumer season.
Ida-Linn Lundholm Rider
Ida-Linn is a fulltime rider. Besides this she is shadowing Jan to learn the profession. Ida-Linn is also working with stable care and grooming horses.
Johanna Pettersson
Johanna is a professional rider at Tullstorp where she trains and educates both young and more experienced horses. Johanna also works in the stables and with grooming of horses.
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Dzmitry is Tullstorp's handy man. He is the one making sure of that the yard is in tip-top condition.
Christian is a Tullstorp partner, who is only active during the sumer season with the work with the stallions and semen. He is the one doing everything from collecting semen to sendings. Besides the collaborative work with Tullstorp Christian is owning and running his own semen station in the close by village Troedsberga.


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I knew this was a must read for me and would help with how stuck I have been feeling lately after reading the following description: "Bittersweet...It's the practice of believing that we really do need both the bitter and the sweet, and that a life of nothing but sweetness rots both your teeth and your soul. Bitter is what makes us strong, what forces us to push through, what helps us earn the lines on our faces and the calluses on our hands. Sweet is nice enough, but bittersweet is beautiful, nuanced, full of depth and complexity. Bittersweet is courageous, gutsy, audacious, earthy."
Wow. I immediately loaded this book on my e-reader and dug right in once the girls were down for their nap. And then I stopped after about 3 pages so I could digest her words that were speaking to me loud and clear. It was all too familiar when she wrote, "For most of that season, I was clenching my teeth, waiting for impact, longing for it to be over." Yep, I know that feeling.
For the past two years, I go through every day of my life with the following thought, "if I can just hold on until tomorrow, next month, next year". I am walking through my life while holding my breath, afraid to exhale for fear that I will no longer be able to keep it all together. I am on auto-pilot. For the past two years, the Rett Syndrome monster has won. It has taken over my life and rendered me incapable of living. There have been weeks or months when things were going well and I started to feel a little again but then bam, out of nowhere I am pushed deep down again and realize that I am still holding my breath.
It is no surprise that I am not a huge fan of the holidays. I wrote a post on this blog at the beginning of December and titled it "bitter". After the holidays and the New Year, I continue to hold my breath because it is the month of January, the month when we received Reagan's diagnosis. I continue to try to focus on the birth of our second daughter, also in the month of January, instead of the ugly "D" day, but the thought of "is it February, already".
It might take me months to get through this book because I intend to read it slowly and deliberately, letting each word hang out there. I am hoping that this is the beginning of my journey in finding the balance again and learning to live my life to it's fullest.


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From Charlie Bilello's post on when a bubble becomes a bubble, specifically looking at Bitcoin in this case:
The textbook definition (from Wikipedia) is "an asset at a price range that strongly exceeds the asset's intrinsic value. It also could be described as a situation in which asset prices appear to be based on implausible views about the future."
Does Bitcoin's price exceed its intrinsic value? Are the views about its future implausible?
He correctly points out that bitcoin produces no cashflow and therefore has no intrinsic value, thus coming the conclusion it's like other anything else without intrinsic value:
If you are of the belief that Bitcoin has no intrinsic value and therefore has to be a bubble, then you must call anything without intrinsic value a bubble, including fine art, stamp collections, coin collections, wine collections, etc.
Somewhat related to George Soros' theory of reflexivity:
As long as people believe Bitcoin has value, it will have value. If that sounds crazy, ask yourself why a Picasso or a Rembrandt has any value. At the end of the day, market prices are the result of our collective belief in a story. And right now, the story of Bitcoin appears to be good one.


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Peter Broadbent 7/18/09
First, I am reasonably sure that I have located Smith Abernathy or Abernethy on the 1790, & 1800 Lincoln County NC census records, on the 1810 Rutherford County NC records and is probably the Smith Abernathy with family on the 1820 Lincoln County, TN records (self & wife, three younger males and 6 younger females in the household). I find that he stood surety for the marriage bond of John Rockett to Sarah Abernathy 11 Jan 1787 in Lincoln County NC [Curtis Bynum's "Marriage Bonds of Tryon and Lincoln Counties, North Carolina", Catawba County Historical Association, Inc Newton, NC (1929), p. 107, bondsman Absalom Spencer].
The census records, although not what we'd have prefered, do certify that he and his wife (sorry, I have no given or maiden name for her at all) had at least 7 children, and I think I may have identified all of them.
Eldest son Robert was b cir 1785 and I show him married on 23 Feb 1811 to a Polly Payne in Burke County NC; the couple are on the 1850 Lincoln County NC census, but I do not know of any children from this marriage. Next, daughter Susana, who married 5 Sep 1805 in Lincoln County NC to Richard Johnston [Bynum, op. cit., p. 71, bondsman James Johnson or Johnston]. Again I have no record of children. Third, Martha B. Abernathy who, according to Sharyn Young's 6 Jun 2005 online tree on ancestry, married John Carson Gettys on 9 Nov 1809, which I've yet to personally document. I list 10 children from this marriage, but can only verify three of them via the 1850 Rutherford County NC census. The names I have for these children are: Nancy, Elizabeth, James (middle name Abernathy), Alexander, John Carson (Jr), Martha, Smith, William, Mary, and Robert. I have spouses for Elizabeth, James, Alex, John, and Smith, but haven't really researched them thoroughly. The 2nd son, Alexander, married and remained in Burke County as a Baptist Clergyman. He's found on the 1820, 1830, 1840, 1850, and 1860 census records. I have brought some of Alex & Elizabeth Wilkie's issue forward to the present day. I show that daughter Sarah married Thomas Parker 22 Feb 1814 in Rutherford County NC [Rutherford Co, NC Marriage Bonds, bondsman John Parker]. Daughter Elizabeth "Betsy" married Thomas Brown 6 Nov 1815 in Rutherford County NC [Rutherford Co, NC Marriage Bonds, bondsman (again) John Parker]. Possibly both daughters, their husbands, and young children were part of that 1820 household of Smith Abernathy in Lincoln County TN (p. 255). Lastly, I have son Smith (Jr.) who married Carolina Jones abt 1842 and is fornd on the 1850 Catawba County NC census record.
Finally, I have this individual in my database as a son of the 4th Robert Abernethy (1719 VA - 1798 NC) and his wife Sarah (nee Abernethy). This Robert moved into Granville County NC in 1752. From 1754 to 1769 he was a Lieutenant then Captain in the NC Militia company of Captain Richard Coleman.
The 4th Robert had 7 sons and at least 2 daughters, one of whom, Amy, married Absolum Spencer 19 Jan 1809 in Lincoln County NC [Bynum, op. cit., p. 119].
This Robert, of course, was a son of the 3rd Robert, whose will was signed 31 Jan 1772 in Lincoln County NC. Despite the many online databases to the contrary, we still have no idea what so ever concerning the maiden name of his wife, Mary. The 3rd Robert's parents were Robert (2nd) and Christian Parham, and his parents were Robert (1st) and Sara Cubisha.
While I do not have a will or deed record that explicitly links Martha (Abernathy) Gettys with her father, Smith, I have little doubt that the circumstantial evidence we have in hand is probably reasonably sufficient to substantiate the link.
And there you have the gist of what I have on this Smith Abernathy. Except that I cannot find him or his family anywhere in TN or elsewhere after 1820.
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