Tag: cuddles
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Julian awoke in the pre-dawn hours to the sound of tears. It took him a moment to remember there was someone in his bed. Matt had slept over the night before. He didn’t want to be alone. Somehow they both fit on his full-size mattress. “Matty?” he whispered. “Are you ok? Are you in pain?”“I’m…
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temptingdominance: hornyjustfordaddy: flashdoggy: Throw a few big dogs on that bed and you have my typical Sunday afternoons. @temptingdominance Yes! August shuffled to the front door, feeling thick headed and blurry eyed. Was it his neighbor giving him mixed up mail again? He opened the door, blinking and stunned, but deeply pleased. “Oscar! What are…
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dailypleaselikeme: Nailed it. “…Does that mean I still have to get out of bed? Things are pretty ace right now.”“Mn. Eventually. But it doesn’t matter where we are, I will still love you. Close by, or from a distance, across the table, or cuddled up to you in bed – I will still be loving…
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gaylovegalore: Love love cuddling. I know he’ll be embarrassed in the morning when my aunt comes downstairs and sees us like this – shirtless, spooning, my bulky arm possessively around his thin waist. I know Brazos doesn’t want to be a stereotype, and that he’s conscious of the gay image he projects. I also know…
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“Of all the things we could have done today…” he says with a contented sigh. After a moment, I reply. “We could have gone for a walk.”“Or gone to the movies,” “Gone hiking.”“Day tripped to the beach.”“Went to a museum.”“Returned those books to the library.”“Did laps at the pool.”“Go for a run.”“Volunteered at the cat shelter.”“Got…
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I lean against him, one hand around his waist. He’s mostly quiet now, except for his sniffles punctuating the silence of our living room. The warm Florida sunlight streaming in through the windows is making me sleepy. I close my eyes, doing my best to emanate calmness and serenity. It took me nearly twenty minutes…
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jeanbaptistehuong: © JBH/BVD-2014 – Madrid (Spain) Fabrice & Sylvain When we’re out in public, or on the streets, they see a man that just doesn’t stop. He’s gregarious, extraverted, out-going. Always there with a grin and a wave and a boisterous. “Hey how have you been? How’s your mom/dog/sister/job/chastity going?” He remembers everyone. Memory like…
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When Billy came into the door, I saw in his face that something had upset him. His shoulders and posture were sagging and his eyes were red.“Honey what’s wrong?” I put down my newspaper.“James, some mean boys bullied me on the way to the train station.”“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I stood up and pulled him…
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Greg had been listening to his boyfriend’s heartbeat for the last forty minutes. It was so soothing to be so comfortable, so warm and snug on a chilly spring night. Yet, he couldn’t fall asleep. Normally he was out like a light – wasn’t there something he’d forgotten to do? It nagged at him. Jesse…