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First was that theater kid, Kip, behind the vending machine in high school….and most recently, that hot Puerto Rican guy behind the bar. There’s been a lot in-between. Anthony, my best friend’s roommate in college, after he lost that bet. He liked it too. Man, I wonder what happened to Silvio. Hottest foreign exchange student ever, with the body of a god. Then there was that bear I sucked off at the gym. That wasn’t really my thing, but god what a cock on that man. Still picking hair out of my teeth though. God who else? Ryosuke, the skinny Japanese guy. He was one loud motherfucker. Dion. John. Chris. So many guys off Grindr. I don’t think I remember half their names – the dude with the eagle tattoo, the redhead, the Russian accent guy. I wonder if James counts, cause I stopped sucking his dick once I realized he didn’t clean his foreskin right. Gross. Who else? Oh, Marcus. Never seen a guy so proud of such a small dick. Fit so nicely in my mouth. Man, I’ve sucked a lot of cock. I wonder what that says of me? It says I like to suck cock, that’s what. Most guys are grateful, at least I like to hope. Everyone likes getting their dick sucked. Oh, forgot about Aaron…

Oh crap, this is my stop! “Wait, hold the doors!”

I rush off the bus, giving a wave to the bus driver in thanks. I get out of traffic and find a spot on the sidewalk to stand so I can check my phone. I fire out a text message: “Hey David, just got off the bus. On my way to your place. Looking forward to meeting you. Hope you’re naked.”

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blissfuldominance:

This is what happens when you act like a snot. As soon as we get home, we go to the bedroom and eliminate that type of behavior. 

“If you want me to take you to Joel’s All Male Christmas Party at the end of the year, you better adjust your attitude boy. I know you’re looking forward to it. This spanking is a warning to change your snotty attitude, or you’re going to stay home and clean while I’m out having fun and drinking and partying.”
“Ow! I’ll be good, I’ll be good!”
The spanking stops.
“Oh thank god.”
Then it started up again.
“Ack! What the heck?!”
“I gotta do the other cheek now.”

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…Plants? Wait, am I misinterpreting this? If there is a section of Tumblr where boys enjoy being potted and put in a corner, someone please show it to me. I would be delighted if the porn videos consisted of two hot guys talking about how their ficus trees are doing so well this season.

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“Hey there. Are you Donovan?”
“Yeah are you Ken?”
“Yep. I’m your Ubyr driver. Get in.”
Donovan flashed a brilliant smile and got in. “God love your car.”
Ken glanced at him. He could hear a distinct lisp. “Thanks man, refurbished it myself.”
“I’m not really into cars. I should be. I’m kind of a shame to men everywhere, I’m really such a queen.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” Ken insisted. “I pick up a lot of gay guys from this part of town – but usually at night. Not during the day.”
Donovan shifted in his seat, unable to pry his eyes off the hottest Ubyr driver he’d ever seen. He was scruffy on the chin but well groomed above. Every hair on his eyebrows and head looked effortlessly in place. His chin was a perfect piece of stone, much like the slate slabs of his chest. Donovan thought the company who made that shirt should pay him to model it. He realized Ken was eyeing him too.

“Oh um,” Donovan said, flushing a little. “Sorry. Yeah I usually am here at night too. I had to pick-up a paycheck. If I pick-it up at night, it tends to get lost. I’m a dancer, so uh, no pockets you know.”
Ken was interested. “Dancer? Like…on the box dancer?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I know, I’m such a slut. But what can I say? I love the tiny underwear, the attention, the music. And the men. Oh god the men!”
Ken grinned. “The men and the money are good?”
"Exceptionally.”
“You get to see the other dancers naked?”
“All the time!” Donovan replied with a laugh. “It’s a sausage factory. So many beautiful men. Shame though, the club doesn’t allow us to have relationships with other dancers. God sometimes by the end of my shift I’m so goddamn horny -” he suddenly quit talking and the red hue on his cheeks deepened. “Sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“No no,” Ken insisted, taking a turn. “I like hearing about it. I’m into guys too you know.”
“Oh really?” Donovan nearly dropped the bottle of water he was taking out of his satchel.
"Mm. Hence why I’m in this area all the time. Lotta hot boys.”

A lady cut in front of them, and the topic changed to the sheer amount of bad drivers in Los Angeles. As Ken steered the car toward Donovan’s gym, a silence settled in. Donovan sniffed the air. It was a faint smell, but it was hard to deny. It smelled familiar, a bit sour, a bit like sweat. “Do you smell that?” he asked.
To his surprise, Ken blushed. “Ah…shit.”
“What.”
“It’s me,” he admitted , running his fingers through his hair. “You’re smelling me. Don’t laugh, but I got this massive hard on right now. Been having one all day cause I didn’t wank off this morning. It’s just sitting there in my shorts, and now it’s leaking everywhere from just what you told me. I’m sorry, this must be such an awkward Ubyr ride for you.”

Donovan was stunned. He could smell the scent more distinctly now. Rich, peaty. Moist. It made his own cock stir. He found it distracting to be sitting next to a man so obviously aroused. “No no, not too awkward. I mean – it’s just cock. We both have one…I mean…” they stopped at a red light. “Would you like me to relieve it?’
Ken shot him a look. “What? Really?”
“Sure,” Donovan said a little coyly. “I like cock. You are a hot looking guy who needs his cock serviced. I don’t suppose you take those kinds of tips?”
Ken had trouble keeping the car straight as he drove. “I- I would be down for that.”

Donovan didn’t need a second to reconsider. He nodded eagerly. Ken unsecured his pants with one hand and gave Donovan access. Donovan snaked his hand down there and gasped when his fingers touched the thick snake coiled between Ken’s thighs. It was searing hot and very wet. His underwear was soaked, the exposed tip covered in a web of sticky pre-cum which was also smeared over the long set of balls laying underneath.
“Goddamn,” he gasped.
“Ohhh shit,” Ken replied hoarsely. When Donovan wrapped his palm over him, he ejaculated by default. Donovan squeaked. “Oh wow, you just shot out a waterfall.”
“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cum, I just – I told you I was horny,” he stammered. “Felt so good just for you to touch it, I just lost it.”

“Pull over,” Donovan begged. He wanted to get in there with his tongue.
Ken turned down a side street and found a piece of curb. Ken threw back his seat and Donovan pushed his pants open, and his underwear aside. The scent rose to meet him, making his own cock harden in his pants. This man needed care. It was a pretty cock, thick and hearty too and Donovan wanted it. He dipped his head and licked at the base of it, cleaning the mess off the root and public hair.
“Holy fucking crap,” Ken exclaimed.
Donovan tried not to snicker. He loved getting this reaction from his partners. He knew the meter was running, but he still took his time cleaning Ken’s cock with kitten licks. It was half soft and in no time at all, Donovan had coaxed it up to full hardness. It was only then did he fix his lips around the head and slide them down to the base. Ken twisted his finger’s in Donovan’s hair, groaning in disbelief.

He watched in a daze as Donovan bobbed his tawny head, sucking enthusiastically. He couldn’t resist thrusting up into him as the orgasm encroached.
“Yeah yeah, lick it – aaahhh good, fuck your mouth is so hot.” Ken twisted his fingers in the hem of Donovan’s shirt.
Donovan hummed his approval and that sent Ken over the edge. He cried out and thrusted up hard, pushing his cock down Donovan’s throat. He emptied his balls straight into his stomach.
“Fuck!”
Donovan did not seem to be disturbed about his second orgasm – he didn’t flinch or gasp or choke, he just diligently nursed the swollen flesh and cleaned up its mess. He had a death grip on Ken’s thigh though. Donovan’s pulled his mouth off of Ken’s twitching cock, and his velvety tongue drifted away from the shaft, down to the balls. He drew each into his mouth, bathing it in attention, before sucking on the sac.
Ken listened to his own breath hitch as he watched Donovan give him such wonderful pleasure. Normally blowjobs were done hastily, often in shady areas like the back of bars or in the lobby of apartment buildings. Donovan was a talented one, with a real love of dick. A rare gem.

“Holy fuck,” Ken said again. “You are fucking amazing at that.”
Donovan chuckled. “Natural born talent. Also, your cum is delicious. What did you do to it?”
“I – I don’t eat processed foods?”
“Mmn.” Donovan wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “I’m gonna want that again.”
“You want my phone number?” Ken quickly offered.
“Hell yeah I do!”
Ken gave his number and Donovan put it in his phone. They reclined back in the seats and relaxed for a minute.

“Shit,” Ken said, “The Ubyr meter is still running isn’t it?”
Donovan shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m still going to the gym after this.”
“You must have my energy cause you drained me of mine. Hey…” Ken eyed the bulge in Donovan’s shorts. “Want me to take care of you now?”
“Mmm I’d like that. I’d like that a lot. You are a very good Ubyr driver. Five stars for sure.”

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Text is fictional. Source NA. I felt weird writing Uber or Lyft porn, so I invented a fictional ride-sharing company for the sake of it.

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damienxazure:

The spikes on the collar are sort of flashy, though.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing,” I say to the nude creature, loosening my tie. I turn to my friend Renard who has just come out of the bathroom. “I didn’t know you got a boy. When were you going to tell me?”
Renard lifts the corner of his lip, suppressing a chuckle as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. “He isn’t mine, he comes with the hotel.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”
“Quite so.” Renard walks over to his side of the table and the servant boy pulls out his chair. Renard sits. I stare at the beauty of his young body, of his bare cock and his chiseled abs. His collar is a bit flashy, but it fits the ornate style of the hotel. I’m so entranced by him that I almost don’t hear what Renard is saying. “…is a prestigious hotel. They offer services to guests that, ah, are off menu.”
“How have I not heard about this?” I gawk.
“It’s a secret,” he says smugly, sipping his water. “When you travel a lot for business, like I do, you hear things. Amazing things. I stay at this hotel frequently, and I don’t even have to ask now. He comes with the room.” Renard reaches up and tweaks the boy’s jaw. “Honestly I find myself coming here more and more, just for a taste of this. Come sit, Sebastian, before your eyes fall out of your head.”
I cough and remove my jacket. The boy glides over and takes it from me.
“Thank you,” I note. He folds it over his arm, before pulling out my chair. As I sit, he vanishes to go hang it up.
“God, he is stunning,” I say, watching his ass as he goes.
Renard smiles. “When I first saw him, I was unbelievably jetlagged after coming off a flight from Sydney. I wanted nothing more than to shower and sleep. I ended up fucking him for three hours. I didn’t get out of bed for two days.”
“You have all my envy, Renard.”
He gestures at me with his fork. “You are not much younger than me, Seb. Soon you too will enjoy these same pleasures. Shall we eat before it gets cold?”
“I concur,” I say, tearing my gaze away from the servant boy. “You know, it’s probably better I do not have a houseboy thus far, as I would do nothing else with my time and lose all my business.”
“Our sex drives are our greatest enemies, yes.”
We share a chuckle and start on our food. Of course, it is superb. As I sup, I notice the servant boy is standing too close to the table, watching us. After a couple bites of myfish, I lower my fork. I glance at the servant accusingly. “What are you doing standing there?”
The boy opens his mouth but Renard holds up his hand and cuts him off. “Ah, I forgot to mention the other thing. He’s waiting for you to give command.”
“Command for what?”
A sly grin appears on Renard’s foxy face. “To blow you under the table, of course.”
I pause, my bite of food halfway to my mouth. “You aren’t kidding are you?”
“I told you, dear Seb, the hospitality here is excellent.”
I chew my food carefully, trying to focus on something than all the blood rushing between my legs. “Well, boy,” I say, addressing him. “Get to it.”
“Yes sir, right away Sir.” He refills my water glass, then drops to his knees and shuffles under the table.

In a moment, there’s a hot velvety tongue laving my cock. I melt into the plush cushion of the chair, and feel as if I never want to move again. I chew a bit of Patagonian toothfish slowly, savoring the meaty flavor, while trying not to groan and thus choke. I swallow, then wash my palette with mineral water from Spain. I find myself leaning back and a sigh of contentment escapes my lips as I watch the servant boy work. I stroke his tawny hair lovingly and he rewards me with tight suction. I sigh again. There is no life I could love more than this.

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by ccallenreese

Somehow we’ve passed 4400 followers. I don’t even think my brain knows how to do with that information. Thank you all.

I’m having some issues settling into my new job, so as soon as that’s situated I’ll be able to focus on publishing more writing. Thanks again for stickin’ around.

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He came over for a little math tutoring, but I knew he was a lost cause the second he walked in the door.
“Hey bro, I was thinkin, it might help me think smarter if I put these on.” He held up a jockstrap with numbers embroidered on the wastband. Where did he get such a thing?
“Do you now?” I ask, arms folded.
“Yeah, anything to help ya know. My mind works best when I’m thinking about sex.”
“Does it now?”
“Uh huh. I figured we’d get along fine if were on the same page, so I got you one too.”
“Did you now?”
“Yeah I did,” he says, lifting the other one and grinning.
“Well,” I say, taking it from him. “That was thoughtful of you. I definitely think this will help teach you math. For our first lesson, I’m going to teach you how 1/1 cancels itself out when divided.”
“Golly, that sounds difficult.”
“It isn’t really…all you gotta do is lie there, and listen, while I teach.”
“I can handle that!”
“I know you can. Now put that jock-strap on so we can get started. I’m billing by the hour here.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been saving up. My education is very important to me.”

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Text is fictional. Source, I think. Lotta butts there.