After hours of wrestling with the wireless here, I was finally able to post. So sorry, and thank you. I got three more hours in my shift to go. From dawn to dusk. If any of my readers are at EDC – stay hydrated.
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So sorry, I can’t update today. I’m working the EDC festival and it’s not going well for me. I’m not feeling well either. I’ll post more tomorrow if I can. Ugh.
On a packed flight to Vegas. There’s wi-fi! Perfect time to write captions!
*couple sits down next to me*
Ok, so not a good time to write captions…but wait, what are they gonna do, kick me off the plane?
Donovan came out of the club because one of his friends had told him he’d left his lights on. When he saw the faggot on his car hood, he sighed. The lights probably attracted him. Damn. Wait that meant that there were shoe prints on the hood of his Rover! Donovan felt the vein in his forehead twitch. Faggots were so troublesome, their desperation for a hot fuck and the attention of men made them oblivious to how some of their behavior affected others. Some bros were standing in a cluster on the sidewalk, watching the faggot twerk his ample bottom on the hood of his Rover. Sigh. This one was an attention whore too. Well, he had a nice body at least.
“HEY faggot,” Donovan shouted, rolling up his sleeves.
The young man froze and looked over his shoulder. The wide-eyed look was a force. They wanted to be caught and punished. They all did.
“What the fuck you think you’re doing on my car? Did you pay for that car? No! Get off of that car!”
The faggot quickly slid off the hood, holding his pants up with one hand.
Donovan swooped in and pinned the faggot to the hood of the car, much like a cop who was arresting someone.
“Who said you could put your shoe prints on my car?”
“I – I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t think about that Sir I just – I just-”
“Yeah I know, you’re horny right?”
He whimpers. “So horny Sir. I saw that your lights were on and thought you’d be out soon so I tried to look sexy-”
“Shut up,” I barked, annoyed. “Take your shirt off.”
“Yes sir,” he quickly replied. We pulled it off of him together, then I made him stand there next to the car while I used it to wipe the dusty sole marks off my car. After, I tossed it over my shoulder. “Now your pants.”
“Si-Sir, here?”
“Is this what you wanted or not? Get your shorts down now.”
He quickly pushed them down, exposing his bottom.
“Mmm…” I ran my palm over the curve of his ass, appreciating how he arched into me. “Horny little bitch faggot…”
The faggot whimpered. I bent him back over the hood of my car.
My hand roamed forward, seeking, grasping.
I chuckled. “Oh ho. What we have here? Who locked your tiny dicklet up boy?”
“My – my brother.”
I laughed. “God, you really do have to be kept on a short leash huh? It’s a goddamn family affair. I bet he’d love to hear what you’d been up to tonight.”
The faggot sniffled. “Please Sir, my brother’s straight. I’m so ..so…so horny I need your dick, your big wet, horny…delicious…” he moaned. I heard pre-cum drip on the ground.
I shook my head. “You’re a mess, boy.” I unzipped my pants.”But you’re making me horny, so I will fuck you.”
He lifted his head. “Oh really? Oh god thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”
I pushed his head back down. “Yeah just stay like that, bent over the hood of my car. It’s a nice view.” I found some condoms and some lube in my glovebox, and gave the faggot a real hard pounding, right there in the parking lot. His wild yowling attracted a whole gang of feral animals though… and we went through the whole bottle of lube sating that desperate faggot’s ass. He was so grateful for every dick we gave him, we put his mouth to good use too..
The mess wasn’t anything we had to worry about either. We still had his clothes for that. I didn’t clean his hand prints off my Rover for a few days though…I liked when others saw them there, and knew my conquest.
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Text is fictional.
“Barnaby what are you doing?”
”…Reading the paper. What does it look like I’m doing?”
No no, baby, it’s 6 in the morning. It’s time to sleep.“
“But…”
“Did you get out of bed for this?”
“Yeah but-”
“No no this won’t do.” I take the paper out of his hands and toss it down.
“Greg!” he insists.
“Barnaby, it’s sleep time. Tiiime for sleep. The sun is barely up. Come on. Come on now. Down to the pillow. Come on. Nice huh? It’s cuddle time.”
“Greg,” Barnaby protests.
“You know what comes after cuddle time?”
“Sleep time?” He asks.
“Sex time,” I explain, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” Barnaby says. “I guess it is cuddle time then.”
“Mmhm. God you’re so warm Barnaby, come ‘ere.“
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Text is fictional.
“…JJ, are you ok?”
“Uh huh.”
“You don’t look ok.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“What have you been doing today?”
“I went to Pride with Stevie.”
“Oh so you did go?”
“Yeah Thom…I heard there was gonna be a lot of dicks, so I went.”
“Did you see dicks?” I ask.
“Uh huh. I saw a lot of dicks. All these hot guys were all giving me these fruity drinks. I partied waaaayyy too hard. You should have gone.”
“JJ,” I tsk. “You know I’m a private homosexual. I don’t flaunt. I prefer a nice port and a book of Basho’s poems.”
“You are so stuffy.”
“You are such a twink” I shoot back
“You’re still my best friend.”
“I know, I know.” I fold my arms. “If it helps, your butt looks fantastic. All those squats are paying off.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You wanna fuck me, Thom?”
I laugh. “JJ how can you think of sex? I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am. But I’m horny….thinking of all those hot guys today,” he groans.
“You didn’t get laid?”
“No, I was too busy keeping an eye on Stevie because you know the trouble he gets into when he’s horny.”
“Uh huh.”
“You sure you don’t wanna fuck me?”
“Mm. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“Fuck mee…” he begs, his voice muffled into the mattress.
I smile. There’s a reason we’ve been best friends since I moved in with him.
“Alright. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Yay.” He says.
I try not to giggle at the flat tone of his voice. JJ still hasn’t moved an inch.
I remove my clothing and fetch the right things – the lube, a wet cloth, a dry cloth, and condoms. JJ doesn’t say anything as I settle on the bed and sit next to his thighs.
“You awake?”
“Uh huh. Very much. Just not moving.”
“Good, good.” I clean him with a wet wipe, and then begin to massage his ass, kneading the big buns with my hands. I move up JJ’s back until he’s groaning. I work my way back down and then part his legs.
“You have such big balls, JJ, how on Earth do you carry those every day?”
JJ snorts. “Well, I wear three pairs of underwear to hold em up,” he jokes.
I chuckle and pinch his butt. “Goofball.”
I drizzle lube over his butt like syrup on pancakes.
“What are you doing with all that lube?” JJ mutters. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll heat you up soon enough.”
“Mmm.” JJ says, satisfied.
I slip on finger rubbers and begin the slow process of stretching and scissoring. Soon JJ can’t help not acting like potato and soon he begins to vocalize. The deeper I push my digits, the louder he groans and starts to wiggle his hips. “God that feels sooo good.”
When I push on his prostate, he groans and arches his back a little. “More~” he pleads.
I push my digits in and out of JJ’s hole which is loosening around me. I slide a third finger in and JJ hasn’t been quiet in several minutes. I realize the reason why he’s wiggling is that he’s trying to rub his cock against the bed. I place my other hand on the base of his spine. “Hold still, JJ,” I coo.
“But feelsgood…” he mutters.
I stroke the back of his balls with my clean hand. He moans loud and I smother a laugh. “You’re ready for me?”
“Hell yeah…fuck me. I’m ready. I’m so relaxed. You’re the best roommie ever.”
“We do get along pretty well,” I agree.
I discard the finger rubbers and slide a real one over my red, straining cock. It wants JJ’s ass. I straddle his shiny backside and position my cock right at his hole. I sigh in delight when his body does not resist at all. He opens up and pulls me in to his tight body.
“Very nice,” I say. “How do you feel?”
JJ cries out in need under me. “Don’t stay still – move. Fuck me, fuck meee~”
“Ok ok,” I reply.
I shift my weight and thrust into him hard. JJ gasps. “Yes!”
I pull his hips up and set a familiar, traditional rhythm – in and down, out slow, in and down, out slow. JJ and I are soon crying out together. I push into his prostate and move his cock against the texture of the sheets, and he is loving being full of me. I’m sweating and grunting from the effort, because I want more of him with every motion.
“I’m coming!” JJ shouts, startling me, because his tone is loud and clear. His body goes very tight around me and he pushes his butt up to swallow all of me he can. I dig my fingers into his hips and bury myself balls deep into that hungry ass. JJ really did need a fucking. I can smell his cum as it pools under him. I feel a bit of pride in knowing I made him come hands-free.
“My turn,” I announce. He’s so tight! So hot! And suddenly my cum is pouring out of me, filling the condom. My head spins as the orgasms overwhelms. My breath hitches and I keen loud. “JJ! Oh lord JJ! …oh JJ you feel so good.”
“I can feel you fill the condom,” he replies. “So hot.”
“Did that hit the spot?”
“Mmhmm…” JJ hums. “I’m …I need a nap now,” he replies, matter of factly.
“Poor baby, you’re exhausted,” I tease.
“My life is hard,” he agrees with a yawn.
I pull out and JJ whines. “No, put it back~”
“Can’t. You made me all soft.” I pat his butt and tie off the condom. “Maybe later.”
“Ok…later…” and then JJ’s gone. He begins to snore.
I snort. It’s uncharacteristic. JJ cracks me up, I’m just not very emotive. I clean JJ up with a warm cloth and then place a blanket over him so he can sleep.
I go to shower and have some more port. One day, JJ will grow up and get ready to settle, and I will be waiting. For now, I am happy to stand back and let him live his twenties to the fullest. I do enjoy listening to all of his adventures with Stevie, but mostly because he won’t end up with Stevie. I’m sure of it.
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Text is fictional. It’s gay pride weekend here in Los Angeles!
I love your puppy stories so much!!!! I just smile like a dork every time I read them!!! Thank you for all the cuteness!!! *sends you a big hug and lots of cuddles and kisses*
Thank you <33. I wrote another short pup caption today. Hoped you liked it. By the way – are you aware I published a short story involving pups? It’s kind of short because it was part of an anthology, but it did alright with the reviews on Goodreads.
New favourite couple
“Oh my god, you’re actually going to kiss me.”
“Why are you grinning so hard yet cowering at the same time?” I tease.
“I – I don’t know! Because this is hilarious. And weird. And…I dunno.”
“Do you not want me to kiss you?”
“I don’t know! I mean, I’m straight but I…dunno,” Arturo giggles.
“God straight boys are so silly,” I chuckle. I lean forward, trapping him with two hands against the wall.
“Wait wait!”
“What?” I ask, finding it impossible not to smile although I’m a little exasperated.
“…No no, just do it,” Arturo replies. His cheeks must hurt by now. He hasn’t closed his mouth in like ten minutes.
“Ok fine,” I say with a shrug. His body language is confusing. His legs are forward but he’s leaning back, hands crossed over his chest like a mummy. Arturo’s tense. Nervous. He’s also really cute and looks great in blue. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
He giggles nervously. I feel like I”m at summer camp. I put my hands on either side of him and lean in, trapping him. He doesn’t turn his hed away. Our eyes meet momentarily. I close mine, and kiss him. His lips are firm and I can smell his cologne. I get a buzz immediately. To my surprise, he doesn’t blanch or pull away.
“Mnn…nnnf,” Arturo says.
I cup his chin and kiss him again. His arms relax.
“Mnnn…” he sighs.
Finally, I relent and break away. “…And that’s it,” I say cheerfully.
He blinks slowly and rubs his lips. “That uh…that was…different. I could feel your stubble a little.”
“Was it bad?” I asked, tilting my head.
“…I don’t know. It was different. Oh my god I can’t believe I just got kissed by a guy.”
“You said you were curious!”
“I did! And now I don’t know what to do with that information.”
I backed off and gave him some space. “Well, you’re a man now. You lost your bet and paid the price.“
Arturo looks pleased with this information. “And I’m still straight.”
“Well, good for you,” I reply, feeling a little disappointed.
“…Hey Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a question. I mean, not related to anything.”
”Go on,” I urge, folding my arms.
“Is it still gay if you just like to kiss guys? I mean, not have sex with them?”
I tilt my head. “Yeah, it’s call being a homo-romantic, heterosexual.”
Arturo’s face goes blank. “…A homo what now?”
“Oh straight boys. Come here Arty, sit down on the edge of the tub. We’re gonna have a little chat. And trust me, there is nothing wrong with kissing boys. Especially the way you kiss.” I watched him turn red, but I didn’t feel bad for enjoying it as much as I did.
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Text is fictional. From sense8, the tv show, apparently.
Making sure your slave waits for you like a good boy. He hasn’t earned the privilege of being unsecured your home yet, so he’s kept in the bathroom like a good pet until you return. Lucky for him the bathmat is soft and he can get in a good nap, which will help pass the time and leave him well rested for his Master’s affection when he returns.
One might pity the boy, left there, probably bored, but the slave is grateful. After years of rough living in the projects, in foster care, on the streets, with gangs…this quiet type of peace is what he craves most of all. And knowing someone is eager to come home to see him? It’s the cherry on the cake of the life he’s always wanted and needs.
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Text is fictional.
Oops :(
So sorry for not posting today. I overslept and then had to rush to a ten hour shift, and there’s no internet reception where I work. So, I couldn’t publish a draft even. So sorry.