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That Babel Fish Translation Thingie - Happy's Obsession
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That Babel Fish Translation Thingie
An excerpt from my story, "Out of Control".

Original:
Justin leaned back, biting his lower lip, as Brian's tongue traced a slow, sinuous path around his left nipple, up the middle of his chest and then over to his collar bone, where he sucked gently. As Brian moved upwards again, Justin dropped his head back and to the side, allowing Brian's plundering mouth full access to the smooth column of his neck. Brian littered little love bites along the tensing muscles, smiling as he heard Justin's gutteral moans begin. The boy was so easy... a hand down his pants, a tongue on his neck, and he was a wanton slut. Brian's slut...

The thought of the beautiful boy spread out on his bed, head thrown back, neck arching, thighs wide, hips rising up searching for any touch made Brian's dick jump, drawing a bead of pre-cum to the slit. The scent of Justin filled his nose and covered his tongue, making him even harder. Oh, yeah, the boy was in for it tonight. A long, rough ride...

Translated to Spanish:
Justin se inclinó detrás, mordiendo su labio más bajo, pues la lengüeta de Brian remontó una trayectoria lenta, sinuous alrededor de su entrerrosca izquierda, encima del centro de su pecho y entonces encima a su hueso del collar, donde él aspiró suavemente. Mientras que Brian se movió hacia arriba otra vez, Justin cayó su parte posteriora de la cabeza y al lado, no prohibiendo a la boca que pillaba de Brian el acceso completo a la columna lisa de su cuello. Brian dejó en desorden pocas mordeduras del amor a lo largo de los músculos el tensar, sonriendo mientras que él oyó los quejidos gutteral de Justin comenzar. El muchacho era así que fácil... una mano abajo de sus pantalones, de una lengüeta en su cuello, y del él era un slut insensible. Slut de Brian...

El pensamiento del muchacho hermoso se separó hacia fuera en su cama, dirige lanzado detrás, cuello que arqueaba, muslos de par en par, las caderas que se levantaban encima de buscar para cualquier tacto hecho dick de Brian salta, dibujando un grano pre-pre-cum a la raja. El olor de Justin llenó su nariz y cubrió su lengüeta, haciéndole más duro uniforme. El Oh, sí, el muchacho estaba adentro para él esta noche. Un paseo largo, áspero...

Translated back to English:
Justin inclined behind, biting its lower lip, because the tongue-piece of Brian overcame a slow trajectory, sinuous around left his entrerrosca, upon the center of its chest and then it raises to its bone of the necklace, where it aspired smoothly. Whereas Brian moved upwards again, Justin alongside fell its posteriora part of the head and, not prohibiting to the mouth that pillaba of Brian the complete access to the smooth column of its neck. Brian left in disorder few mordeduras of the love throughout muscles tightening, smiling whereas he heard the complaints gutteral of Justin begin. The boy was so easy... a hand under its trousers, of a tongue-piece in its neck, and of he was slut insensible. Slut de Brian...

The thought of the beautiful boy separated towards outside in its bed, directs behind sent, neck that was nauseated, thighs wide, the hips that rose upon looking for for any tact done dick of Brian jumps, drawing a grain pre-pre-cum to the crack. The scent of Justin filled its nose and covered its tongue-piece, doing to him more uniform duro. The Oh, yes, the boy was inside for him tonight. A long, rough stroll...


Original Text:
The thought of the beautiful boy spread out on his bed, head thrown back, neck arching, thighs wide, hips rising up searching for any touch made Brian's dick jump, drawing a bead of pre-cum to the slit. The scent of Justin filled his nose and covered his tongue, making him even harder. Oh, yeah, the boy was in for it tonight. A long, rough ride...

After a long game of Telephone? Total gibberish:
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