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by ccallenreese

Willard squeezes my hand with such force, my knuckles crack. He was trembling in anticipation as we leaned in closer…and closer until our lips were just a centimeter apart. We hadn’t even declared we were boyfriends at this point, just two young men that had grown close over a summer holiday in the Hamptons. His mother came from old Chicago money, my father owned a hospital in Indianapolis. 3 hours apart at home, but 3 streets away here. There were so many single college kids at the Hamptons over break, but I was attracted to his boyish charm, down to earth nature, and his obsession with identifying every single bird at the feeder. As the days drifted on we slowly pulled away from loud, drunken parties and bored rich girls, spending more and more time with each-other. His parents didn’t approve of “his gay experiment”, so we spent most of the time at my house.

The movie we were watching had just ended and we were talking over cream sodas when he caught my gaze in a particular way, and I knew he wanted to know what it was like to kiss with a man for the first time. I sought out his hand and he clung to it like a life preserver as we moved towards each-other. The kiss was a shy, sweet affair, just a little pressure with no tongue. I titled my head a bit for a better angle and we held the intimacy for a long moment before withdrawing for air. I marveled at how hard he was blushing. We nuzzle a little, cheek to cheek, to seal in the memory.
“So…not bad?” I asked after a bit.
“…Nice,” he answers, “Your lips are really soft…”
I give him a little peck and he nips me back.
“I like kissing you more than the girl my parents want me to date back home." 
"Well, kissing boys isn’t all that different. It only really detours once you hit second base and third base.”
“Aaaand you know about these things?”
The corner of my mouth slides up into a crooked smile. “I do. Never been to homeplate though.”
He bites his own lip and looks at me, contemplating this perverted version of a baseball game. “Hey I just noticed something…”
“Hm?”
“You’re gay and your shirt…it says Ball on it.”
“What?” I burst into laughter at the complete 180° change in topic, “It’s a University! It’s where I go to school!”
He still hasn’t let go of my hand. “Yeah but… it’s funny! You know, because…because of balls!”
Hearing such a profane word come out of his virgin mouth causes me to lose it. He sputters, trying to save face as he watches me dissolve into hysterics. “It’s not that funny!”
I’m laughing too hard to reply in a proper fashion, “It IS funny! It’s not a school named after testicles, it’s named after the Ball Brothers-”
This sets him off and now both of us are acting like we’re on nitrous oxide. After a couple minutes of laughing like hyenas, we regain composure. Willard wipes the tears out of his eyes. I’m surprised when he’s brave and kisses me again, but I cannot help but spoil the moment. In my lowest, huskiest voice, I whisper, “Balls,” and it sends us writhing on the sofa, grasping our sides again.

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by ccallenreese

secretworkoutswithcoach:

At batting practice Coach often makes Rob go shirtless, which he says is to help him analyze Rob’s swing better.  Some of the other guys know it’s also because he likes checking out Rob’s pecs, but they also know better than to say anything about it, and besides, lots of them like checking out Rob’s pecs too.

Rob’s pecs need their own male cheerleaders that all look like Davey Wavey.

500 ..again

500 ..again

by ccallenreese

Huh…so I hit 500, lost two followers, then gained them back, so I guess whatiseeilike, time2bate, and jtanglewood are in their own little 500 club together.

Seriously, though, it hasn’t quite sunk in that 500 people out there in the world read what I write. Last year when I upgraded to a smart phone, I decided to manually enter my contact list to par down on the clutter. Including my family there were only 11 names in there. So 500…jeez. Thank you all. <3.

PS: New Lucien story coming on Monday!

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by ccallenreese

I exhale in mourning at the destroyed bed scene, still warm but no longer habitable. This is what happens when you adopt a Great Dane pup and don’t get up early enough. They get bored and bring you their favorite toy to play, but when you don’t wake up they snuggle up with you and of course doze off. In their desperate need to cuddle, you end up pushed out onto the floor. Awakening to the sensation of falling out of bed and hitting the floor with a smack was a rude experience, but I just cannot be furious at my big troublemaker. I know, I should drag him out and scold him with a swat but instead I want to rub his bel  – wait, where the hell did his collar go? Did I not put it back on after the bath last night? Christ, he was filthy after playing rugby at that meet-up.

A yawn escapes my mouth. I will not let my pup run the house. Take up the whole mattress, will you now? I crawl back into my bed and push him onto his back, then splay out on top of him, ignoring the jut of his sternum and pelvic bones. I use his shoulder as a pillow and pull the comforter up to my neck. He whines and squirms at my mass and we have a bit of a tussle. Eventually, we end up spooning side by side, my arms wrapped around his chest. He pushes his butt up against my crotch and then stills in rest again. I throw a leg over his thigh and grind back. Great, now I’m half horny and half asleep. His ass is going to take the full brunt of the punishment for this when I wake up later. I ghost my fingers over his abs as I too drift back into slumber.

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lockyourcock:

found that adding a soft strap around the balls really helps prevent chafing against the cage, especially when wearing it under briefs or a thong.

Smart boy. Surrendered up his cock and he takes good care of it. I do wish it was more socially acceptable for locked boys to walk around naked, although I think they’d probably get groped at least four times trying to buy groceries.

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by ccallenreese

When I sit here staring at my drafts and works-in-progress, I look exactly like the dude in the first panel. Candles and flouncy shirt and all, I swear. Please picture me as this from now on, it will do great justice to my image.

Page is from Oglaf is a comic you should be reading, NSFW all the way down. Here’s the sequel to that panel.

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Yeah, I get it’s not real. I get it’s just my memory, just in my head.

But it’s an actual thing. If he hadn’t told me what the word was, I don’t think I would’ve called it anything. Probably just’ve shrugged it off, one of those weird-ass things that happen, like when you see spots in your eyes or get this ringing in your ears after you go down hard or something. Kinda like a hallucination, but not. I mean, I’m not seeing things.

Synesthesia, he called it. When you feel something with the wrong sense. He told me there are people who can actually see the shapes of music when they hear it, people who taste something but then see colors. Mine’s the opposite of that last one, though, and it’s not with everything.

But it’s like I see him out there on the mat, doing his thing, and sure, I smile, I try to cheer him on while I wait for my matches without it lookin’ like I’m cheering him on. But even though I’m just looking at him, even though I’m just sitting there watching him grunt and heave and pin that dude from Michigan to the floor, I can still tell you just how he fuckin’ tastes.