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fuckyeahdudeskissing:

Fuck Yeah Dudes Kissing. A place to see men kiss on Tumblr. Submit a kiss.

“We’re going to have a problem,” Evan murmured.
“I’m not seeing a problem. Clarify for me?” Joseph replied, his focus distant.
“Well, I’m not sure… mmn. How were gonna be able to make it through the wedding ceremony if I can’t stop kissing you.”
“You can’t?” Joseph asked, smiling.
“Nah. I mean, look at us. We can barely make it through the photographs.”
Joseph chuckles with Evan. “Well.” Mmnn. “What’s the problem again? I like kissing you.”
Evan nuzzled his lover. “Shit, I can’t remember…” he smiled. “Can I kiss you again?”
“Sure,” Joseph smiled. “It’ll make for cute pictures.”

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I had a crush on Cody forever. He was so adorable, yet so shy – the founder of the programming club at our small community college and also a member of our archery team. It took me forever to befriend him and coax him over for ‘movie night’. It was blistering hot and our AC crapped out, so my apartment was sweltering. It was Cody who surprised me and asked if we could just hang out in our underwear. Uh, no, I did not mind.

Around 3 am, Cody askd if we could just share my oversized queen bed instead of him crashing on the sofa cause he was sticking to the leather. Again, uh, no, I do not mind. My heart was racing and I was terrified of getting an inappropriate boner. Luckily it waited to spring up until after the lights off. Cody was very brave and gave me a good night kiss, and it took me forever to fall asleep because I could not stop thinking about how much I loved feeling his soft firm lips against my own. I was excited for what the morning would bring. I ran through lots of fantasies about morning wood, showers, kitchen foolery…

It was past 4:30 when I reached my cock. I had to clear my head so I could sleep a little – but then everything began to shake. The bed, the walls, the ceiling, it all creaked and rolled. I kept still, waiting to see if it was going to be The Big One or not. Cody woke up with a shot. He cried out into the darkness, fumbling in the sheets, panicking.

The earthquake subsided, just a small 4.8 passing through. I’d forgotten Cody had only lived here for a year, fresh from Iowa, not used to California peculiarities I quickly turned on the lamp and began to work on reassuring him, grabbing his wrists and talking to him in a soft soothing voice. He was not immediately convinced that there wasn’t a bigger quake coming and we were all going to die. I was concerned that Cody was sweating, his eyes dilated and chest fluttering.

Eventually, I pulled out my phone and found a thread on Reddit to show him that others in our area were underwhelmed by it it too. The epicenter wasn’t anywhere close. I prevented Cody from having an anxiety attack but he was nervous. I swallowed hard, gathered my courage, and pulled him into my arms.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll protect you.”

How exactly I planned to do that against a quake, I don’t know, but it sated Cody. He pushes himself against me, seeking safety and reassurance in my arms.
“You’re a good friend,” Cody admitted softly to me before falling back asleep, pressed against my chest. I was only awake a bit longer, just long enough to ponder how warm and sweet-smelling he was before drifted off. 

Lo and behold we woke up like that, tangled, morning woods trapped in our underwear.  I was awake for a long while before Cody, just appreciating him and enjoying his presence while I dozed in and out. Eventually Cody woke up.

Initially he was embarrassed about his cock being hard, but when I whispered, “mine is too,” Cody seemed to loose some of his shyness from the night before. We rocked together for a bit, Cody pressing into my thigh; then he rolled over on top of me and we began to kiss. My world began to spin far harder than it had shaken last night. I snaked a hand around to cup his ass then all bets were off. We spent all morning making out, humping, eventually tossing away our sticky underwear so we could play skin to skin.

I never thought I would be thanking Mother Nature for getting me to first and second base. God bless that 4.8.

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Text is fictional. I feel like I posted this already… anyone know who these cuddlebugs are?

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At Gayday at the local ski resort, a rather opportunistic boy roams the dining hall hoping to find a sugar daddy to pay for his lift pass for the winter.

He’s heard of cash fags before and decided to make things benefit him the other way around.

It normally works. Rich, lonely men can’t resist having a hot body to warm their beds after a long day on the slopes. All the boy has to do is walk in wearing nearly nothing and carrying cocoa and suddenly they don’t mind paying for that lift pass. It’s really not a bad way to spend the winter, being a snow bunny. Now all he has to do is find someone to bless his season to enjoy his presence. Shame his last meal ticket moved to Milan.

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Bobby put the pasta sauce in the cart, finding room for it with the condoms and shampoo and groceries and seltzer water and other things. It had been a long shopping list, and it had been hard to resist temptation. He was not allowed to deviate from the list at all. Bobby texted his Master and let him know he had been a good boy, gotten everything, and was headed to the cash register now.
Bobby made it two aisles before his phone binged. Had his Master forgotten something?
“Hey boy. Forgot to put something on the list.”
“Yes Sir, what is it?” Bobby texted back.
“Halloween candy.”
Bobby gasped.  “Oh Sir you mean it?” He had never been allowed to buy it for the holiday before. Only after, when it was on sale, and two bags only. 
“Yes boy. It is our first year in our new house. You have kept it so spotless and organized. I can’t wait to show it off when we open our door to trick or treaters. So stock up! I want to be The Good House. So have fun shopping.”
Bobby made a happy noise and smiled. “I will Sir! Thank you Sir!” He put his phone back into his bag and turned the cart toward the orange section in the back of the store, trying not to rush. Sometimes a houseboy could be a really fun job. Oh my god there was just so much candy! Bobby took all the time he wanted making the perfect selection. 

Roger burst out laughing when he saw how much Bobby bought. It was clearly too much but Bobby’s excitement was adorable, and Roger thought it would be too mean of him to spank his houseboy for overspending. At the very least, there would be candy in his lunch box until Christmas. 

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pupkato:

Cute pup with cute ink

I woke up cause someone stepped on me. I jerk and flail. “Jesus, Johnny! I’m up! I’m uup! …Ok tone down the cute, I haven’t had coffee yet.”
I run my fingers through my hair and wipe crud out of my eyes. Jonathan drops the toy on me and barks, bouncing on the bed, butt wiggling. 
“Pup mode huh. Jesus, Whyyy are you such a morning pup?”
Juju pushes the bear toward me with his nose. I pick it up and furrow my brow. I don’t recognize this. 

Juju gives me a goofy look and barks at me. I glance at my phone. “Hey, today’s my birthday isn’t it?”
That sets him off and he bounces on my bed on all fours. “Woah there, woah there! Dooown boy. Down. Down. Good boy.” I look at the bear. “Is this for me?”
“Bark bark bark!”
I smile. It’s really cute. I press my own nose to it and lord it smells just like my pup. He must have slept with it. It makes my heart flutter and my cock a little hard. 
“Thank you boy.”
I get kisses for that, and I pull him into my arms so I can scratch his back vigorously. Juju groans into my neck and drools in me as my nails work him over from shoulders to hips. At his butt, I give that X on his hip a few good swats. It’s my favorite of his tattoos. We wrestle for a moment, but Juju is interested in something else.

Juju definitely doesn’t seem interested in sex right now though. Instead, he tugs on the comforter with his teeth and nuzzles me, trying to get me out of bed. I dutifully get up. Juju then herds me to the bathroom and sits at the doorframe while I relieve myself and get ready. He can barely sit still. 

I pull on a pair of shorts and begin the walk to the kitchen, making sure to take my new bear with me. Juju bounds ahead of me, excited. When I walk into the dining room, I see why. The kitchen table has been set like something out of a movie. Flowers bloom in the middle. Water and tea are all offered next to mysterious plates wrapped in tin foil. I peel them off with a smile and reveal one hell of a breakfast – waffles, eggs, bacon, and of course, strawberries with whipped cream. There’s a candle in the whipped cream. A smile splits my face in half. I set the bear next to it.

“Juju did you get up early and do this for me?”
Juju nuzzles me and licks my leg. I kneel down next to him and cup his cheeks in my hand. “I love it, and I love you. I’m going to take my bear to work as a reminder of what a loving boyfriend I have at home.” We kiss and nuzzle and I give him a hug. “Thank you for cooking for me.” 
“Bark bark bark!” 
I ruffle his hair. “I hope it’s still warm!”
Juju makes a coughing motion and looks at his bowl.
“You made this you goofball, you couldn’t fill your own bowl?”
Juju giggles, breaking character. 
“Ok fine.” I walk to the counter and prepare a plate for my pup and set it down next to my chair. My boy devours it much like a lion would a zebra, but I take my time with mine. I cherish my food, admiring every crumb and grain of salt and every flavor, the color of the strawberries and the strength of the tea. Jonathan knows exactly how I like my food. Apparently he did such a great job with it he got so excited he pupped out. Pleasing me means that much to him. I l bend down and give him a sticky scratch behind the ears. “Good boy, Juju. Good boy. I love you.”

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Text is fictional. This boy is porn star and general hottie Mickey Taylor. His Tumblr is a wet dream and you should check it out. Also he’s engaged to another porn star and has tattoos on his dick. Not even kidding.

It’s live!

It’s live!

by ccallenreese

allbecauseoftheboys:

All Because of the Boys is now on its own domain. We are still using Tumblr as the back end, but we are now officially allbecauseoftheboys.com. Going to the old address (allbecauseoftheboys.tumblr.com) will redirect. 🙂

Please let me know if anyone has a problem.

Reposting for the day crew. We are moving toward being a more official platform. Also – a new Egg story is coming by the end of the week!

It’s live!

It’s live!

by ccallenreese

All Because of the Boys is now on its own domain. We are still using Tumblr as the back end, but we are now officially allbecauseoftheboys.com. Going to the old address (allbecauseoftheboys.tumblr.com) will redirect. 🙂

Please let me know if anyone has a problem.

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boss-of-fags:

depravpig:

FEED THE PIG

EAT UP FAGGOT, YOU HAVE HAD YOUR 3 HOURS SLEEP. TIME TO GO BACK TO WORK, THOSE FIELDS AREN’T GOING TO PLOW THEMSELVES, OH YEA IT’S FRIDAY, HERE IS FOOD

An older faggot once told Sam the smartest thing he could ever do was keep his mouth shut and look busy. Serving men was more important than being right, being correct, or asking for clarification. You were just supposed to know what the men want through good intuition, and Sam was getting there. So when his Master shoved food at Sam on a Friday morning, he was surprised that it was hot and fresh. Beans, wilted spinach, hotdogs, and bread. The bread was still soft too. Sam did not understand how his Master could be such a gruff asshole and then offer him such a gift – with a spoon too! Yet, Sam remembered what the old faggot had told him.

Do not ask questions. Be thankful, eat up, bow your head, get back to work. 
“Yes sir, thank you Sir.”