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Another self portrait I took earlier on this year. All my friends told me i looked like a gay porn star when i posted it on fb, but i figured you guys on tumblr might appreciate it more.
Hell yeah we appreciate it more. Your shoulder to waist ratio really shows off your pecs.
Boris pops the SD card into his laptop, hopeful the footage confirms the noises he heard in the middle of the night. The file transfers and he opens it – and there’s the evidence, obvious as he can be. He sighs a little sigh of relief and punches the air with his fist. His youngest son, Michael, had been so far behind his other siblings when it came to sexual exploration. The others had gone through a natural progression, curious about dating and sex. Michael’s older brother was a horn dog and Boris had to put him in chastity a while so he would focus on his grades, and Michael’s sister had gotten caught more than once not wearing underwear to school.
Michael though… he’d been so shy, so withdrawn, that Boris had begun to worry his youngest son would never bloom. At first he thought it was because he was gay and nervous about it, but it was just Michael’s personality to be passive and introverted. Boris knew Michael needed a more confident, alpha man to guide him along the path to maturity.
Boris was beginning to wonder if Michael was going to transfer to community college to University without losing his virginity, when he got a phone call. A cousin wanted to check out Universities in the area for a Master’s program and would it alright if he stayed with you for a week? Boris was more than ok with it. Michael and David had been close growing up together, and Boris knew David was bisexual. It anyone could get through to Michael, it’d be him. To make sure, Boris sat down with him the first day he was here. It had been an awkward, but necessary conversation:
“So, as I said, you’re family and welcome in my home anytime. Just get settled and I can help you look at schools tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Mr. Cranbell, I really appreciate it. Montgomery Tech has a great Masters program in robotics, I’m really interested in it.”
“Maybe we can see if you can have lunch with the department or something. I know someone on staff there, I play pool with him.”
“That’d be fantastic! Personal connections are always better for building careers.”
“Indeed David,” Boris agreed. He paused for a moment. “David…on a new topic, I have a bit off an unkosher favor to ask you.”
“What is it, Mr. Cranbell?”
“It’s about Michael.”
David furrowed his brow. “What about Michael?”
“He’s… he’s well, behind. He’s not exploring properly for a boy his age, you know…” Boris struggled how to phrase this.
“Oh is it because he’s gay?”
“…You knew?”
“I can tell,” David said with a knowing smile, “I’ve suspected for a while. You think cause I’m sometimes into dudes that you want me to help bring him out of the closet a little?”
Boris sighed in relief. “I’m not asking you to make him out and proud, I just…he shouldn’t not have any experience fooling around at this age. I don’t want him to fall behind his other peers, socially.”
David nodded. “I see what you mean. I’ll see if I can talk to him a bit.”
To Boris’s relief, the simple chat had paid off. Michael trusted David, and loved him like a brother, and Michael was so relieved David offered to answer any questions about boys and body care he might have…and it quickly escalated from there. Michael was indeed too shy to approach a stranger, but with David there, be poured out all his questions. It wasn’t long before they were touching, groping, taking long showers. Then Boris found a condom wrapper in the trash.
Boris kept hidden cameras around the house to prevent burglaries, and the one in the basement kitchen near the laundry had given him proof that David had finally made a man out of Michael. Boris was elated. Once Michael went off to college, no doubt he would branch out and perhaps start bringing guys home for dinner.
What he didn’t expect was that he kept bringing home David. After David entered into the Masters program, he moved into an apartment nearby. Michael stuck to him like glue. Boris had to sit down with David again and ask him what was going on, because people were wondering why a pair of cousins were acting like boyfriends in public.
To his relief, David had a suitable answer ready: “Your Michael just isn’t a shy bottom, he’s a very submissive bottom. He’s nearly helpless without another man to guide him, direct him. He needs to be in a proper adult discipline relationship, but I haven’t found anyone yet suitable that I trust with Michael. Michael still has needs, in the meanwhile, so I’m taking care of him until the right guy comes along.”
Boris was shocked and touched that David was so invested in his youngest son. He would never admit it, but Michael was always his favorite. It was nice not to worry for once in his life. Michael was in good hands. His role as a father was ending, and it was time to let David take control. Boris put a hand on David’s shoulder. “I trust you with him, just all I ask, is please don’t hurt him.” David nodded. “I won’t.”
A couple years later, Michael did bring a man home for dinner. Boris tried not to cry. It’s never easy to see your kids grow up.
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Text is fictional. Amateur porn.
Every Saturday morning, RJ rolls over out of bed, and pulls on his pants on his boxers just so he feels decent as he walks out to the balcony of his apartment. His Hot Neighbor always cuts the grass and cleans his pool early on Saturday,before it gets hot, but because he’s behind a fence he thinks no one can see him do it in a jock strap. RJ likes to sit there and touch himself and cup his balls until his cock is rigid and hard, then he takes out of his pants and strokes it until he can’t take it anymore. Hot Neighbor puts on a good show, whether it’s bending over while weeding, and push the mower around with the strong muscles in his back and shoulders, or using those thick python arms to fish leaves out of the pool with a net.
Hot Neighbor is a big guy, and it makes RJ to drip to think of being pounded by him. He begins to pump his cock harder at the idea of Hot Neighbor manhandling his skinny body and having his way with him. RJ groans as the climax builds. One morning a couple weeks ago, Hot Neighbor laid out on a lounge chair, pulled his long cock out of his jock strap, and masturbated. RJ had such an orgasm from watching him that he nearly blacked out, and every since then he’s been hoping for a repeat. It seems today will just be yard work though, which RJ is fine with… Hot Neighbor is all sweaty now and covered in grass clippings.
Today, RJ gets a sight of something almost as good. Hot Neighbor strips out of his jockstrap completely. RJ takes his fingers off his nipples for a moment so he can moan into a closed fist, pumping furiously now, his balls bouncing at the sight of Hot Neighbor in all his nude glory. A long, thick cock swings between his legs and RJ wants it – RJ wants it bad, he wants to run over there and beg for a fucking. He knows he can’t, and it keeps him hungry. Still, he wonders if Hot Neighbor likes cut dick.
After a stretch, Hot Neighbor dives into the pool and swims a couple laps. RJ isn’t watching that though – his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s muttering “fuck – fuck!” as cum shoots out of his cock and splashes over his chest. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groans, as the climax ebbs away. “Fuck yeah, god he’s so fucking hot…”
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Text is fictional. Source hard to find.
Since I moved in with Adam, I’ve never been late for anything. Won’t my friends be surprised to learn that I’ve stopped using my alarm clock. No blaring noises, no snooze button. Adam’s sex drive wakes him up right after dawn like clockwork, so all I have to do is sleep naked and I’ll be gently roused by cuddles and sweet kisses to my ear and neck. Of course, if I don’t get up, his hands start to slide down under the sheets to find my half hard cock and stroke until I’m moaning too hard to go back to bed. When his fingers rub the tip of my penis, I become wide awake and desperate as hell for my morning fucking. I’ve been addicted to it, like Pavlov’s dog, needing it the way people need their morning coffee.
It’s a wonderful way to awaken – Adam’s pheromones filling my nose and his panting in my ear and his rigid cock rubbing between the clefts of my ass. Once he reaches peak frustration, I make him wait -and wait a little more – before telling him “yes” and he buries his slick cock in me to the hilt and cries out in pleasure as my velvet passage squeezes his swollen member. We toss the sheets off because it’s suddenly way too hot and the rush of sex has gripped us hard.
He puts his weight on my back, puts his hands over mine, and claims my body. It’s a daily devotional for him, almost in a religious way. Well, I think so, considering how many “oh gods” I hear. We probably spend more time doing foreplay than actual sex, because he’s horny goddammit and not built to last. Soon I’m arching up against his thrusts and he’s pounding me and replenishing the bruises on my hips. I’m thirsty and hungry but don’t dare move as he pumps the last drops of cum into my tense ass.
Coming down from actually coming is my favorite part. We’re braided together, slick as fish, and we both need a shower, but it’s in these moments I feel so bonded with him. It sets the precedent for my day, knowing I got a man at home who cares about me and marks me first thing in the morning. Someone cares about me, adores me. He always tells me just in case I’ve forgotten: “I love you to pieces, tiny, tiny little pieces.”
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Text is fictional. Source unknown.
You can’t say “no”, and there won’t be any “no"s, not when he’s looking at you like that. There won’t be a yes either, you’ll just sigh in acceptance and unzip your pants because you never had a choice anyway. You look around though, before the clothes come all the way off.
The bedroom isn’t clean. The laundry is still on the line. He hasn’t done his chores, or made dinner, or made the bed. You don’t even think he stripped the bed before he did laundry. He’s slacking off for sure, and you swore you’d spank him more to keep him in line; but you’re standing there, looking at him, and realizing that somehow he’s hoarded all of the control. As long as he presents that round butterball ass to you, ripe and clean for a fresh fucking, it doesn’t matter that he’s breaking rules because you can’t say no. Even if you do, your sex drive sure won’t. It’s hard to be a firm disciplinarian when your cock and your heavy balls are betraying you every step of the way.
You swear, as you grab the lube, that tomorrow won’t be like this. Tomorrow you’re gonna start getting serious with him. Really. Just, not now. Tomorrow.
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Text is fictional. Source unknown.
He crawls up out of the tub, catlike (if there were some cat that loved water), slinky and sudsy and seductive. The mirror’s right there, and I know he’s admiring himself, but—well, let’s just say that I have the better view.
I clear my throat, going along with the fiction that he doesn’t yet know I’m there as he preens. “I’d be careful, climbing around all wet like that. You might slip, or fall, and break something.”
“Or I might slip, or fall, and impale my tight ass on your bare dick over and over and over again, until you groan that you can’t resist it anymore and unload your nut in me.”
“Well,” I say, untying my robe, “93% of accidents do happen in the home.”
Heinrich’s family were professional nature photographers; over the summer, when he was out of boarding school, he’d go with them on all sort of exotic adventures. For a story on sea turtles, they settled on a beach-side town in Ecuador. Heinrich, bilingual in three languages, quickly made friends with the locals. He learned of a secluded gay spot on the beach and wasted no time introducing himself to the boys. They were all beautiful and dark and shameless, and Heinrich thought he was in paradise. They were all so nice and friendly. Used to the pale genitalia of other Europeans, Heinrich was fascinated by their tanned flaccid cocks and the dark mahogany color of their balls.
The boy were so nice and let Heinrich touch and explore all he wanted. From watching the other boys, Heinrich learned that cupping another boy between the legs means you’re interested in him. Heinrich got up his courage and pursued a young man he’d fancied, sneaking a hand in to cup Domingo’s plump balls right as a wave knocked him into Heinrich’s arms. He accepted Heinrich’s offer by pushing him back into the sand with a heavy kiss.
They barely made it back to the towel before they collapsed on top of it, grabbing the body oil and rutting like animals on the hot sand. Dominigo pinned the German boy down and took him hard, marveling at how his cock looked being swallowed up Heinrich’s alabaster ass. They ignored the cat calls from other gay beach-goers, lost in carnal lust of one-time sex.
Heinrich became very fond of Ecuador and later moved there to attend college. The beach boys gave him a nickname – Blanco – as a sign that he had been accepted as one of them.
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Text is fictional. Source is…porn, I guess. Sources are hard to find lately.
My first post. Been locked for a week by a new keyholder intent on edging me and keeping me constantly dripping. Stay tuned…
As it should be. Every boy should experience this at the hands of an experienced man at least once in their lives.
Corbin dusted his hands off as he jogged up the stairs. He was already up and had gone through his morning routine. He fetched the paper, made sure Fabian’s shoes were polished, and laid out his clothes over a chair. It was 7:30, time to wake him up. He gently placed a hand on his Master’s shoulder. “Good Morning, Sir, it’s time to get up,” he said gently.
“Mmphhh,” Fabian protested, rolling onto his side. “Sleepy.”
“Sir, it’s 7:32. You need to get up,” Corbin said gently.
They worked together like a well oiled machine; Fabian would wash up and do a brief session of yoga while Corbin made breakfast. Sometimes he swapped the yoga for more intimate activities. While Fabian would eat breakfast, Corbin would pack his lunch. After a good-bye kiss, his Master would go off to work; Corbin would eat the leftovers then begin his daily chores and errands around college classes. However, this was all hinged around them both getting up at the right time.
Master Fabian groaned, “I’m so tired from last night. I’m going to skip yoga this morning.”
This was understandable. They’d been uplate trying out the new sling. Master Fabian had a lot of fun connecting Corbin’s nipples to the tip of his locked cock and listening to him moan with every thrust. Corbin had slept like a rock that night, totally depleted of energy. It seemed the session drained his Master too.
At the declaration that he was skipping yoga, Corbin waited for Fabian to throw back the blankets and expose his proud erection for care, but Fabian just snuggled deeper into the sheets. He rolled over onto his other side and held up the comforter on the empty side of the bed. “You, get in here. I want to hold you.”
“But – but Sir, breakfast and-”
“Now.” Even half asleep he could use that bossy tone that gave Corbin goosebumps.
Corbin glanced at the clock. Well they had about fifteen minutes. He walked around to the side of the bed and crawled in. The second he settled, strong arms wrapped around his upper body. A content sigh came from behind Corbin as he felt a scratchy jaw nuzzling his shoulder. “You’re so warm…”
“Do you want me to do anything to please you Sir?”
“Just stay still boy.”
Corbin did. He was pleased to be in his Master’s bed and folded in his strong arms. The mattress was comfy – softer than Corbin’s own futon in the walk in closet. The pillows carried Fabian’s scent, and the comforter trapped all the warmth until they were both snuggled up like in a cocoon. Although he’d felt awake enough a minute ago, Corbin’s eyelid began to droop and he yawned. He could hear his Master’s slow shallow breathing behind him. Corbin began to worry he was going to fall asleep. He considered that they should probably set an alarm or something but –
He was roused when a phone rang. He sat up, blinking blearily, listening to Fabian answer and talk on the phone. When Corbin glanced at the clock, his heart sank – it was 10:34. Judging by the conversation, it was Fabien’s work place, wondering why their boss hadn’t show up today. Corbin could hear the conversation. They’d both overslept, and terribly at that. Not only had none of the morning chores gotten done, his Master was late to work. Corbin’s mind went from deep pleasure to instant fear of punishment.
When Fabian hung up the phone, he looked at Corbin who was all wide eyed and terrified.
“Sir I’m sorry – I should have set the al-
"Boy.”
“Yes sir…?” he asked meekly.
Fabian stretched. “When I told you to get into bed, I was aware of the potential consequences. What I wanted was to snuggle with you for a bit, work be damned. I feel so incredibly well rested. I really needed those extra hours especially after last night.”
Corbin blushed a little. “You wanted to snuggle with me Sir?”
“Mnn. It was nice to have some time with my houseboy. You’re very thermal.”
“T..thank you Sir. I enjoyed it too. Shall I go prepare breakfast?”
Master Fabian smiled and tossed off the comforter exposing his throbbing erection. “Nope. I’m going to be even later today. Now get the lube.”
Corbin’s eyes lit up. Getting to sleep in his Master’s bed and getting to receive his Master’s cock? It wasn’t even his birthday today. “Yes sir!”
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Text is fictional.
