Allbecauseoftheboys has been terminated on Tumblr. I saved most of the blog through January, but I have lost ten months of posts. I appealed to Tumblr support to restore some of my blog because written erotica is allowed on Tumblr. I will keep you updated.
“Oh hey,” you say, as your boyfriend comes in the bathroom. “Hi, enjoying your shower?” “Yeah this new shower head is really nice.” “Fabulous.” He casually just pulls down his jeans, then lubes and inserts a plug right in front of you. Well. Guess he’s getting the hang of that. He smirks at you, tells you he’s making you a smoothie when you get out of the shower, and then leaves. You barely manage an “uh huh” and try to remember if you’ve washed your hair or not.
Daniel glowered at the phone that interrupted his headspace. He had just found his rhythm, John had just relaxed enough so Daniel could bury every inch of him in with every thrust. It continued to ring.
Daniel sighed as he pulled out. He leaned over and picked the transparent phone up off the cradle. “Hello? Oh hi Coral.” John twisted and looked up at him in a panic, eyes wide. He was mouthing ’tell her I’m not here!’ Daniel rolled his eyes. “No, I haven’t seen him.” Daniel stuffed a sock in John’s mouth then crawled back to where he was behind that beautiful peach of an ass. “Why are you policing where your brother is anyway? You’re not his mom.” Daniel squirted some more lube on his cock, gave it a few strokes to muster it back up, and pushed back in. John groaned from behind the sock. Daniel thrusted lazily with his hand on John’s lower back. “Bad people??” He laughed. “You watch too many movies. I mean, John and I don’t really hang out, but we have some of the same friends. Ain’t no one could corrupt him if they tried. That little church boy? Even if he hung out with a motorcycle gang, he’d just end up doing their laundry.” Daniel kept thrusting. “Honestly, I don’t know where he is Coral. Not my day to watch him. Checked everywhere huh. Why don’t you go to St. Bart’s park and check the cruising places?” Even from where John was on the bed, he could hear his sister yell on the phone, “Fuck you, my brother ain’t no faggot!”
Daniel laughed. “God you’re easy to rile up.” A pause. “Yeah, whatever. I’m hanging up.” He tossed the phone on the bed. When John glanced back at him again, Daniel just pointed to the cradle. John hastily put it on the cradle before he spit out the sock.
“The cruising spots?? Are you insane? Are you trying to tell her I’m gay?” John shouted. “Oh come on, it was kind of funny. You know she’ll never go there. But who you fuck ain’t her business.” Daniel grabbed John’s hips and drove in him hard. “It’s my business.” John groaned. “Oh woah! Oh damn yeah, do that again. I’ll cum in no time!” “Good boy, I like that you stayed hard through that. I’m gonna reward you real good.” “Oh god Daniel, yeah fuuuck!”
Daniel found his rhythm and set to bringing them both to climax before he lost his erection. John was all his – and he wanted it to stay that way. His ass was heaven.
Darius Ferdynand + Hector De Silva The Weekend Away Pt. 3 – public health, health and safety, health education sex positivity, sex education , sexual awareness, sexual health,lgbtq+,gay,lgbt,gay coup
Darius Ferdynand + Hector De Silva The Weekend Away Pt. 3, public health, health and safety, health education sex positivity, sex education , sexual awareness, sexual health,lgbtq+,gay,lgbt,gay coupl
Darius Ferdynand + Hector De Silva The Weekend Away Pt. 3, public health, health and safety, health education sex positivity, sex education , sexual awareness, sexual health,lgbtq+,gay,lgbt,gay coupl
Your boyfriend’s on a two week business trip and has put you into chastity for safekeeping so you don’t wear yourself out when he’s gone. A week later and you miss not just him, you miss male company. You crave intimacy. So you go out to a bar and bring home a pretty brunet who is curious about that hard bulge in your jeans. Your boyfriend expects this, and you’re allowed to do what you want as long as you’re horny for your man when he comes home.
As you crawl onto the lap of this new brunet, he wraps his arms around you and begins to kiss your torso.
His lips find their way to your nipple and he latches on to your pec. You moan softly as with every lick, bolts of lightning zap down to your aching, throbbing crotch. You stroke the back of his neck. His arm is firm and you enjoy squeezing the muscle there. His arm is wrapped around your waist, anchoring you. You feel safe, secure. This is a good catch, and you are pleased with yourself. He’s not just going to nut and leave – he wants to take his time with you. Which is good, more time with a male body against yours is what you crave. But you’re also impatient.
You grind against his lap as a hint. His slides his hand down your ass and runs his fingers down the crease of your ass. You shudder and whine. All you’ve succeeded in doing is making yourself hornier and more impatient. “I need you to fuck me,” you beg. You grind against him again. “It feels huge, I want it in me, like right fucking now.” He chuffs air out of his nose and looks up at you momentarily. “You’ll wait. What choice do you have?”
You gasp softly. Fuck, why did being spoken to like that make you even hornier? How embarrassing. When he begins to suck on your other pec, you keen when his tongue flicks over your nipple and your jeans feel soaked. Relieving the pressure does nothing for your arousal. The brunet pulls his lips off of you and blows on your wet skin. You shudder – full body. “Oh my god,” you croak. Every nerve feels like it’s been turned up to 11. He moves his other hand to cup you between the legs, as if testing something. He unzips your jeans, sticks his hand in, and fishes your cock and balls out there. It’s a struggle to them out of the zipper; the rough cold metal of the zipper rubs against your balls and you can’t tell if you like or hate it. Everything is damp and sticky. “Oh, it’s just pre. looks like you didn’t actually cum. Your balls are still pretty heavy.” “I haven’t cum in a week!” He doesn’t seem to have heard you. To your shock, he tucks everything back in and zips you back up. “We’ll get to this later after you suck me off.” “Later? Don’t you know how bad I need to cum?” You protest. It’s only after the words leave your mouth do you realize what’s slipped out. He raises an eyebrow at you as if to say – what a silly boy. You’re going to die of embarrassment. Lock up makes you dumb. “I thought you wanted to be fucked. You know those aren’t exclusive right?” the brunet says. “I want to be fucked,” you agree quickly. Cause you could possibly cum if he fucks you – it’s possible. Deep down you know that only a week into chastity, the likelihood of having an anal orgasm is almost 0. But not quite zero. And you cling to that. “I want to suck you off, I just- I just need your cock,” you plead. “In any way.”
“When I’m done with your torso, you’ll suck me off.” And that’s the end of the conversation. He returns to your nipples and teasing your hole, and you return to whimpering in his lap, helpless.
“Get that thing away from me!” Brazos yelled. I crossed my arms. “I thought you liked cock,” I said. Brazos sent me a death look. “I like cock, but that ain’t no rooster, that’s a fucking killer dinosaur. When he pecked my ankles he was going for blood! He’s a killer, I mean, look at the spurs on that thing!” “Yeah his job is to guard the flock. Look at him puffed up right now, he’s doing such a good job.” “Aw Christ, I’m sorry, just call Bucky off!”
“First, you’re gonna listen to me,” I said sternly. “You listen to me, and you listen to me good. If I catch you with Derrick again, or find out you snuck off with him, I’m going to geld you first and then have that rooster chase you off my property. He just turned 16. You want him, you wait. You understand me?” “16?” Brazos gulped. “Aw hell, he said he was almost 18-” “That doesn’t make it better! He’d still be 17. That’s still underage! Are you tryin to lose your balls?” Brazos winced. “He came on to me first!” “Brazos, you fucking moron. He’s 16. Looking at a tile floor makes him horny. There ain’t a lot of boys out here his own age for him to mess with -and I’m working on that- but that doesn’t mean you take advantage of him. Laws still apply out here.”
Brazos whined. He watched the rooster patrolling around the AC unit. “Fuck I’m sorry. Don’t send me to jail. I’ll behave, I swear, I know that was wrong- god my leg’s are cramping. Come on, call off that rooster Danny, please. My ass is burnin’ out here in the sun.” “You’re going to go into town and work out your urges you hear? You come back on Monday and act right, or I’ll fire you. I don’t want to, cause you’re damn good at your job. But my family comes first.” Brazos hung his head. He looked ashamed. “Yeah, I understand. I’m sorry, Danny.” “Good.” I walked over and picked up the rooster, tucking him under my arm like a football. “How on God’s earth did you do that?” Brazos gawked. “That’s a bird of satan.” “Aw Bucky? No he’s such a sweet baby.” I stroked his neck feathers. “Oh you’re all worked up. You protected our family, you big strong boy. Let’s go get you a treat.” Bucky clucked.
Brazos sheepishly climbed down from the AC unit. The other ranch hands who heard the commotion had come over and were snickering at him. His face was bright red. We watched him shuffle into the barn, hand over his crotch. A moment later we heard a yell. “Where are my pants?” “Ask Rambo.” Jose said while laughing. Brazos came out of the barn with his shirt in his hand. He squinted into the sun at the paddock across the dirt lot, where a large bull was staring at him, wearing Brazos’s jeans over his horns. “Oh are you fucking serious!” We burst out laughing. As Brazos went over to him, the bull trotted away, sending everyone in peals of laughter. Brazos was great with the horses, but that bull was temperamental and only liked Jose, who had raised him since a calf.
While Brazos was trying to negotiate with Jose to get his pants back, I took Bucky to get a treat and put him back with his ladies.
Now, I had to go talk to my son. He was too old for a bare bottom spanking over my lap, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need one. I was going to have to do something about him. There’s a lot in the Farmer’s Almanac about raising corn, but not a lot about bringing up a twink. Good lord, was there a summer camp I could send him to? That boy needed to be away from sweaty shirtless men for a while. I think that was just the heart of the problem. He needed to be around sweaty shirtless teenagers his age.
I went inside the house. As I was washing my hands, I heard the stairs creak. “Dad? Did you kill Brazos?” “Wanted to geld him, but no. And he won’t be bothering you no more, and you won’t be bothering him.” “Oh,” was all Derrick would say. He sighed in relief. “I’m glad you didn’t kill him. I’m so sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to get him in trouble. He was just shirtless-” I dried my hands. “Shirtless. Christ, shirts, the cause of our all problems. Derrick, go back upstairs and lie down on the bed in your shorts.” He knew exactly what that meant. “Oh no,” Derrick groaned.
Running a ranch was complicated and messy; often it was just not fun. The days I was in college and spanking people for fun seemed like a long time ago.
Logan had to remind himself he was supposed to be watching and learning from his mentor, but it was challenging to focus. The way that boy Liam was keening and moaning was erotic as hell. Every time Ryan thrusted in and hit his spot, Liam’s toes curled too. His arms were also over his head, fingers twisted in the pillow. Logan yearned to have a taste of that sweet ass – he loved an eager bottom that could take some force. Logan wanted to make that boy cry out like that. He massaged his crotch to soothe his aching erection.
He had to wait. The older, experienced dominant top in the room got to go first. You’re supposed to be learning from this, Logan reminded himself. He tried to watch how Ryan was handling Liam, what he was doing with his hands and how he moved his hips. But what he was learning is that he didn’t like watch other people play with boys he wanted.
Logan blinked. Ryan had said to him earlier – you’ll come into your own eventually. Is that what he’d meant? That he’d be jealous when he got horny? Logan didn’t like the thought that he would could potentially turn into a possessive asshole. He would have to ask Ryan about that later about why seeing horny bottoms made him feel animalistic things. Maybe that was just what being a top was. God help him.
Ryan grunted and arched forward. Logan watched him ejaculate into that boy’s tight and quivering body. Sweat was dripping from temple. He wasn’t letting Liam cum yet though.
Ryan gave a few lazy thrusts. He pulled out with a moan and rubbed the boy’s flank. “Good boy. Fuck there’s cum everywhere,” he muttered. He reached for tissues. Logan desperately wanted him to move out of the way so he could get in there. Liam was pleading for him to keep pounding him. Then finally: “Ok Logan. Your turn. Finish both of you off. I’m going to watch your technique.”
“Fuck yeah,” Logan muttered. He felt Ryan’s gaze on him. “And um, thank you. I’m going to make him scream when he cums.” “You better,” Ryan warned him. “He deserves it.” “I will.” Logan hurried to get out of his thong. He practically tripped over it as he couldn’t take his eyes off Liam, so beautiful and open and wet with lube and cum…Jesus Christ, the yearning to have him made the world fall away around them.
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“Rest up, love.” Raul drapes a blanket over his boy’s body and leaves him to rest in the late afternoon sun.
Back in the living room, Raul picked up his phone en route to the bathroom to take a shower. He places a call.
“Hey Sonny, I got your texts.” “Heeeyy there you are. I was beginning to get a bit worried since you hadn’t replied all day.” Raul winced. “So sorry to make you worry. It’s Christmas, my boy got unlocked and got to cum today. We’ve been um, busy.” “OH. How did I not think about that? Oohhhhh, yeah that explains it. How many orgasms did you get out of him?” “Three,” Raul says with pride in his voice. Sonny chuckled. “No wonder you haven’t been answering the phone.” “Hopefully you’re having a jolly time?” “I’m baby-sitting Matt’s pup boy for a while as Matt hangs out with family. Jasper’s hilarious. When Matt comes over, we’ll probably hook up.” “Good. You need to have a white and sticky Christmas too. Did Jasper make a giant mess with the paper?” “Ohhhh you bet. I’m going to be finding scraps for weeks.” Raul laughed.
They had a chat and eventually Raul hung-up so he could go shower. He was looking forward to having a nice evening ahead of eating a tasty dinner, watching movies, and cuddling with his boy. He’d be exhausted and need a whole evening of aftercare. Raul couldn’t wait – he just wanted to spoil the hell out of his love.
