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There’s some important quiz thing you’re supposed to be taking, but you hate chemistry and you’re much more interested in physical reactions than chemical ones. Mainly, physical reactions named after elements like Peter, the strong jawed rugby captain of your high school team. Hot studs like Peter were always straight and resigned to fantasies of bulges in jock straps and fooling around in the shower.

You always showered in gym after most guys in your gym class left because you couldn’t bear the sight of all that hot, young cock strolling around the locker room. Teenagers are often far too casual with their nudity – boys especially – and you couldn’t take it.
But day after school you were showering, late as always, and Peter had stayed behind to run some laps after classes. Of course, he walked in on you jerking off in the shower, holding a jockstrap some kid forgot about. Humiliating.

Except – Peter then asked, in a nervous voice, if he could join you. You didn’t know what he meant by that, but it soon came about that he wanted to help you. you nearly fainted from nervous apprehension, but if Peter was curious about other guy’s penises then you were of course going to let him explore yours. Of course. Duh.

Peter though, was a wild boy. You fell totally under his spell. You both gave eachother an outlet for sexual energy, and Peter was spilling over with it. So when he texted you to duck out of class in the middle of a test so you could make out in the boy’s bathroom? Of course. Duh. It’s only a quiz. You could make that quiz up later when your thoughts weren’t full of Peter’s hardness in his slacks searing hot and throbbing against your hand.

You had a bit of an issue explaining to your parents why your chemistry grade dropped from an A to a B though.

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Jasmine tea : )

Liu Xuan glanced at the teacup sitting precariously at the edge of the sofa. He floated over, whisked it up, and set it back on its saucer on the table. The ceramic, however, was cool. That was odd. Jasmine was his favorite.
“Master Barrington? You haven’t touched your tea…” he looked up and the words evaporated. His Master was sitting in front of the TV, only illuminated by the dim spotlight above – aka, the movie lighting – and the glow of the large screen. He was chewing his thumbnail, a signal of ultimate stress. Master Barrington’s face was a stone mask, brow furrowed and jaw set. Liu Xuan looked at the television. His Master was watching some foreign news report about what appeared to be a flood in America.
“Sir?” Liu Xuan said gently.
At first, he didn’t think his Master heard him. Then, he said, “I grew up near there. Just down the road. Both my parents went to middle school and high school in Elkview. Well, my mom went to high school. I just… this isn’t the Kanawha County I recognize.”
Liu Xuan gathered his robe around him and sat down on the sofa next to his Master; he put a delicate hand on his knees. “Has your family been affected?”
“I can’t get a hold of them. My uncle posted that they were going to evacuate but….nothing since.” Master Barrington continued to chew on his nail.

“You should go.”
Barrington jerked his head toward his houseboy, who was more like a beloved pet than a servant. “Me? Go to West Virginia? In my super fancy suits? And say what – ‘I just got off a plane from Hong Kong for the tragedy porn’?”
Liu Xuan lifted an eyebrow. He knew his Master harbored a bit of a guilty complex over how he had managed to raise himself from a sickly child in a coal mining family to a chairman at a Chinese branch of an international bank. The job meant leaving his entire world behind. He’d wanted to leave, but sometimes felt too far away in more ways than one.
“You should go,” Liu Xuan repeated. “When there are disasters, they need money right? You can help. Plus you can be with your family. Put them in a good hotel. Help.”
Barrington’s face softened. “That would make me feel so much better. My dad wouldn’t normally take that kind of charity, but I think in this situation he would. I can help them get back on their feet.”
Liu Xuan smiled. “I’ll go book you a flight and pack your bag.”
“Thank you, honey.”
Liu Xuan bowed his head and got up, but Barrington grabbed his hand and made him pause. “Sir?”
Barrington kissed the back of it. “You are my reason and sanity sometimes. I don’t know how to live without you.”
Liu Xuan blushed and pulled his hand to his neck, demurely. “It has been nothing but a pleasure to serve you Sir.”

“The pleasure is mine. And I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Master Barrington warned. “You should go visit your parents in Naning too.”
Liu Xuan perked up. “I’d love that Sir.”
“Good.” Master Barrington smiled. “Then it’s settled. And when I get back, I’m going to make love to you for a week.”
Liu Xuan blushed again. “I’d love that too Sir.”
”Good. That’s also settled.” Barrington glanced at the television. “God, I can’t watch this anymore.” He changed the channel and picked up his tea cup. “Oh bleh, it’s cold!”

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Captions are fictional. Hope none of my American readers have been affected the floods in West Virginia or the fires in California, for that matter.

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“Oh hey look at this.”
“What?” Luke grunts, walking over to where his friend Sam is disrobing their latest catch. He stands over the two, chewing his sandwich.
“He’s wearing these grocery store sweatpants, yet he’s wearing this Ambercrombie boxer briefs with these stars on them.”
Luke snorts. “Not one for fashion. They’re kind of cute though.”
“Yeah, they kind of are. Not smuggling a lot in there though,” Sam says with a snicker.
“Good. Hate when my property has bigger dicks than me.”
“You hate when anyone has a bigger dick than you,” Sam reminded.
Luke made a face as he chewed his food of begrudging acceptance.

“Well, guess I should cut them off now.”
“It’s kind of be a shame to ruin good underwear like that though,” Luke noted.
“Yeaah…”
“He’s still out though right?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Gave him a good dose. That last one woke up too early and I cut him doing this, so don’t want that to happen again.”
“Well, I’ll help with his feet and we’ll take em off ok?”
Sam agreed.

Luke shoved the rest of his baloney sandwich in his face and helped Sam with the boy’s feet. They stripped his underwear off, then pulled it off his ankles. “There,” Sam said, holding the fabric in his hand. “…God he’s got like two inches soft there. Hope he’s a grower.”
“Not too much of a grower,” Luke noted. “Can I see those a minute?”
“Sure,” Sam said, tossing them to Luke.

Luke caught them. “Thanks for the new underwear,” he grinned, getting up and walking away with them.
“Hey,” Sam laughed. “Your cock won’t fit in there!”
“If it doesn’t you can have them back,” Luke retorted.

Sam shook his head at Luke’s antics. Well, the boy was stripped now and the fun could begin. At least, while it lasted. You could only make a career out of kidnapping boys of the internet to fulfill their fantasies for so long. Sam got up with a groan as his knees cracked, then went over to a small table where he picked up a stopwatch and started it. Hopefully he’d get two days in before the police got up his ass. That Detective Halpern in particular needed a really good lay. 

“Hey Luke, what kind of underwear do you think Halpern wears?”
“Oh, tighty whities for sure,” Luke said with a laugh. “Fruit of the Loom.”
Sam laughed back. “God I can totally picture that.”

A moan came from the floor. “Oh hey,” Sam said cheerfully. “Star Boy is waking up.”

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Prequel to this.

Jaime sat up on the hospital bed, groggy. He looked around, confused. No chaos. No mess. No trays and carts. Where was Laura? Where was CJ? And how did he end up in bed? Jaime swung his legs over the edge just as CJ appeared in the doorway, holding a small bundle in his arms.
“Hey,” CJ said, his face lighting up. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah. What happened?”
“You fainted.”
“Oh,” Jaime said, his ears turning red.
“The doctors said that wasn’t that uncommon. I almost did too.”
Jaime didn’t answer immediately and scratched the back of his neck. “Was…everything ok? With Laura and the baby?”
CJ grinned. “Laura’s sleeping. She’s fine.” He walked over and sat next to Jaime. “Meet Silas James. 8 pounds, 1 ounce.” Jaime heard CJ’s voice crack. He passed the bundle to Jaime, trembling slightly with nervousness. “Here. Happy Father’s Day, Jaime.”
“Oh my god,” Jaime breathed, taking their little one in their hands for the first time. “He’s so little. So tiny. So adorable. He’s totally passed out. Aw, lookit these little fingernails!” Jaime sniffled and looked up at CJ. “He’s ours?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just…that’s just…amazing.” They exchanged a kiss.
“Hey uh CJ, wasn’t Father’s Day like four days ago?”
CJ laughed. “Maybe. So Silas took his time getting here. All that’s matters is that he’s here. And we can still celebrate.”
“Yes,” Jaime agreed. “That’s all that matters. I just…I can’t believe it you know? Finally getting to hold him. Nearly three years of paperwork and home visits and interviews, and then Laura shows up like a guardian angel and makes the most selfless decision on the planet. I don’t know how I’ll ever be ever to thank her. If Silas was mine, I wouldn’t be able to hand him over.”
CJ put an arm around his partner. “That’s because you want a baby. Laura is 19, and would have to give up a full ride to college to raise him.”
“We got lucky.”
“We did.” Jaime sniffled again. “Shit, I’m crying.”
CJ chuckled and pulled Jaime close, kissing him on the temple. “We got eighteen years ahead of us. Think we can do it?”
Jaime nodded quickly. “I want more than that.”
“Well, if we play things right, he’ll stick around and take care of us when we’re old.”
Jaime raised an eyebrow. “You are too hot to get old.”
“Oh come on. I’m a Dad now. Dad’s aren’t hot. They’re cool. I’m a cool Dad.”
“Oh pfft. Good luck with that.”
“I can play video games. I got this.”
Jaime shook his head, smiling. “Sure you do. Hey if you’re ‘Dad’, am I also ‘Dad’?”
CJ thought. “Not sure. You want to be Dad 2?”
“Would Papa work?”
“Yeah,” CJ said, kissing Jaime on the temple again. “It would. Aww look, Silas yawned. Are you awake? Can you open your eyes and see Papa for the first time? Or you can sleep. You can sleep all you want. We’ll be right here.”

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by ccallenreese

Guess who got a new laptop =D well, it’s a new older laptop. It’s a Thinkpad and it’s a beast. I can type like a maniac on it. You guys will definitely be getting more posts now.

<3 you all

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“Hey,” a deep voice said.
I jerked my head up. “Oh um. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be in here,” I mumbled.
“Well,” the stud said with an amused grin. “My assumption was that once you come to Throb to dance, you are already out of the closet.”
I scoffed and wiped my eyes on my sleeve. “I guess. I just needed a moment.”
The burly leather stud crouched next to me. I blushed. He was buff as hell and smelled like leather furniture and whiskey.
“What’s wrong?” He asked softly.
I pulled my knees closer. “I know I’m not super attractive or super ripped, but someone said something mean to me – ‘oh, see John, this club is going downhill. They are letting ugly people in.” I sighed.

The leather daddy crinkled his brow. “That was very rude. If you see those guys again, tell me. My brother runs security. He’ll take care of them.”
I looked at the floor. “Wow, thanks.” I sighed again and hiccuped. “I think I should just go home. Clearly this isn’t the place for me.”
The leather daddy scoffed. “Nonsense. Those guys were probably just super insecure. And let me tell you something – we all want to feel like we’re beautiful, but if everyone was ‘beautiful’, as we define it, then no one would be. Everyone would be average.”
I blinked at him. “Ah?”
“What I mean is-” the man paused, collecting his thoughts. When he shifted, his leather pants creaked. “Is that you see a lot of the same model face around here. And it’s boring. I actually had been looking at you all night because you have such an interesting face. It’s so elven.”
I blushed super hard. “Oh my god,” I said. “…Really?”
The man nodded. “My name’s John, but everyone calls me Strap.” He offered a meaty hand. I shook it. “And you are…:”
“Hayden,” I replied softly.
“What kind of scene are you into Hayden?”
Strap asked.
“Well um…your kind, hopefully,” I admitted.
Strap grinned. “Come on, let’s go dance. Make those boys jealous right?”
I managed a smile. “I’d like that.” Strap pulled me up and put an arm around my waist. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”

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by ccallenreese

I couldn’t post yesterday cause of work (I was on tour for five days and was wrapping up), so I tried to get a post out at like 2 in the morning…but then the Orlando news started to trickle in.

It’s heavy. It was easier for me to keep working at my job and not think about it.
The news is everywhere now though, on Reddit and Facebook and Tumblr, and it’s not something that should be ignored anyway. The death toll has gone up. I keep picturing that scene in Queer as Folk US (spoiler alert!) when the bomb goes off in Babylon, and they show scenes of it with dead bodies and debris and blood. And it’s hard to write with that in your head. I could write something like I did for the Bataclon shooting in France, with characters talking about it in front of the TV, but I can’t think of a single thing I could do in this situation.
The Orlando shooting is now the largest mass shooting in US history, with 50 people dead, and trying to internalize that isn’t easy when it’s simultaneously so …so unnecessary.

I’ll try and post something sugary and sweet later.

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rockytpup:

My squeak toy!

Squeak.
Jonathan lifted his hand above his eyes to give his puppy a glare. He had felt the boy’s weight on the bed.
Squeak.
“K9. No. Not now.” Jonathan covered his face again.
Squeak.
“Puppy now is not a good time. I’m grieving.“
K9 knew that though. He saw his Master dress in black ink and straight lines, double breasted and single pleated. K9 watched, helpless and conflicted, as his pup brain wanted nothing more than to hump and drool over his Master in such formal wear; but his human brain stood back, terribly frustrated that he could not think of how to comfort his Master like this. Jonathan was not a stone that water eroded; he was a stone that water went around; but he was not the same pillar of strength and fortitude today. So, K9 hung back in pup space where it was safe and innocent.

K9 followed Jonathan around the house like a shadow, observing him lying down with cucumbers over his eyes for twenty minutes before leaving with a box of tissues. Instead of leaving K9 a good-bye cookie to help with anxiety, Master Jonathan left the whole ceramic jar on the floor. K9 happily ate four before remorse kicked in. He licked up the crumbs and went to wait in his dog bed for his Master.

K9 watched the doves outside and took a nap, but he sprung up when he heard the garage door open. He trotted out to greet his Master, but his Master ghosted past him with barely a pat on the head. K9 gave a concerned whimper, then trailed Jonathan upstairs.
K9 found him supine on the bed, hand over his eyes, still dressed in his sleek clothes. Unsure what to do, K9 brought his Master his favorite squeak toy.

Squeak.
“Puppy, now is not the time for play,” Jonathan said, his voice raw.
K9 whimpered. Squeak. He dropped the squeak toy on Jonathan’s chest and nudged it toward him.
“K9,” Jonathan said. “I’ve had a long day.” Tears slid down his cheeks. K9’s eyes widened in concern. Seeing his Master cry was like weird, like seeing your teacher in the supermarket weird. K9 licked his tears quickly, then brought the tissue box over from the nightstand. Jonathan muttered a thanks and blew his nose. K9 licked all the tears he could, then snuggled up against his Master and threw an arm and a leg over his chest. His human side was cautious about wrinkling the fabric, but his pup side liked being close.

Jonathan’s chest jumped. “I just can’t get used to the idea that he’s never going to call me again, and I’ll never see him, or hear my father’s voice.”
K9 felt his heart break for his Master’s pain. The need to do something for him was causing him great distress. Suddenly, it clicked, and K9 broke character. “But…Sir, don’t you have voicemails from your Dad? You’re always saying your inbox is full.”
Jonathan sat up, mouth agape. “Oh my god, I think you’re right. Where’s my phone?” He began to look for it frantically.
“Arf!” K9 pressed Jonathan to the bed with both paws, making sure he stayed put and rested while he hunted for it. K9 traced his Master’s path and found the phone in the mount in the car. The GPS app was still open. K9 brought it upstairs with his head high and tail wagging, and dropped it on his Master’s chest.
“Good boy,” Jonathan murmured, patting K9’s cheek. Jonathan tapped the screen for his visual voicemail and scrolled though. “Oh my god, there are a couple. All those times I was busy and let it go to voicemail…” his voice caught again.
K9 nudged the tissue box forward with his mask nose. Jonathan used it. They listened to messages from a man no longer walking the Earth. Jonathan curled up around phone and wept. K9 kept him company, until his Master wore himself out and began to fall asleep.
“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you,” Jonathan murmured.
“You are a very very good puppy.” He pulled K9 into a tight embrace, and K9 made a noise of pleasure. “I love you. Thank you so much for helping me through the loss of my dad.”
K9 barked. “That means ‘I love you’ too in pup, Sir.”
Jonathan managed a smile. “Can I take off your mask so we can cuddle skin to skin?”
K9 nodded eagerly. Jonathan removed the mask, and his own clothes down to his underwear. and they nuzzled until they both found a comfortable position braided in the other, and slipped off into a nap together. K9 decided when they got up, he’d make his Master grilled cheese and tomato soup. Master needed comfort, so he would provide it and make comfort food. It was all so clear now. He’d have to leave the safety of pup mode to help the most. The squeak toy would have to wait to be squeaked until later.

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