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Bill glanced at himself in the mirror as he left the bathroom. The scratch marks he spotted before his shower were still noticeable. What a randy little thing he’d picked up last night! Bill paused in the doorway to consider the twink in his bed. Jax was naked except for his socks, twisted in Bill’s stained sheets. He was exceptionally pretty in the daylight. Slim and lightly muscled, faintly furred, proper pouty lips, manicured nails. Bill glanced at his name-brand clothes draped over a chair.
In another era, Jax would have absolutely been a dandy in high society. A daring rapscallion perhaps, a lusty bachelor who never marries. There’s rumors of the social clubs he goes to, and despite have many lady friends he has tea with, none of the rumors are about them…

Bill chuffs breath out of his nose at the image in his head. That should be Jax’s Halloween costume. He’d never fucked a boy in a waistcoat before.

And actually, he’d never fucked such a hot twink before either. Damn Bill, he asked himself, What did you drink last night? Liquid courage? There was also the fact that the twink was locked in a chastity cage. He’d never in his life picked up a boy with one on before, and it’d been a thrilling discovery to find out about it. It was like getting a rare Pokemon card or something – you need knew until you unwrapped it. Bill wondered who locked him, mostly to thank him for Jax writhing under him last night.

Bill walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet aside. To his surprise, there was a dark stain under Jax’s chastity cage. He’d been leaking all night! Despite what shot out last night, it seems there was still more to go. Jax’s cock twitched in its restraint. Bill licked his lips. He was now seeing the untapped potential of a locked boy.

Well, it was bad manners to leave your one-night-stands unsatisfied. Bill dropped the towel and crawled into bed to rouse Jax and greet him good morning.

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“You’re really tense. You’re nervous, maybe a bit scared.”
“Y-yeah.”
Let me tell something – you’re thinking too hard. You’re thinking about the what-ifs, the whys, the maybes. Just think about the now.”
“But-but-”
I slide my hand down over his pectorals, brushing his nipple with my hand. He abruptly stops talking. “I can’t stand it anymore. You’ve been looking at me with this hunger in your eyes for years. You were too young before, barely 16, and I thought it would pass. Lusting after your friend’s older brother must have confused the heck out of you.”
“David-” Adin stammered.
“And I thought those feelings would pass. But look at you, on summer leave from college, and the hunger is still there. I don’t think you really love me. I think there’s just this one unturned stone you need to turn before you go back to college. So let’s turn it.”
He’s quiet again. “Does Brian know?”
“No, he doesn’t. If you want to tell my little brother that you’re gay, or bi, you can do it on your own. This isn’t about him. This is about you.”
“Me,” Adin repeats, sounding a bit distant.
I kiss his shoulder. “Yes. Would you at least, let me wash you?”

Another moment of silence, then he passes the soap over his shoulder. I smile. “Thank you.” I begin washing his back, his shoulders, his arms. I don’t linger too long on his ass, although I want to, and instead scrub every curve of his legs and feet. When I tell him to turn, he does. I start from the top again, moving the soap over his chest. I’m fascinated by how much he’s developed in two years of being at university. He’s turning into a man. There’s even a trace of abs… I watch the soapy water run into the light dusting of hair above his crotch. I move my hand down his stomach, and pause right before.
“Is it ok if I don’t stop?” I whisper.
After a moment, Adin rewards me with the briefest of nods. I smile. “Thank you.” I dip my fingers down, lathering up his fuzz. He makes a sharp inhale, and is watching me intentively. Without making a fuss, I gently hold and wash his cock and his balls, being tender and not squeezing too hard. I’m a bit surprised when Adin’s cock starts hardening before my eyes.
I watch it, fascinated. Then, I hear Adin say in a quaky voice. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.”

Poor boy. He wants it so bad but is just too scared to scream out what he wants. I bet he would love it if I push himed against the wall and fucked his brains out. I bet he always wanted me to be his first. But…baby steps. I tell him thank you again, and wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s cut, and tight and hard. I give him a few practice strokes, and Adin begins to moan right away. I pressed up against him, rubbing my cock against his ass, while I stroke him. Adin’s body feels hot against me. I stroke him more eagerly and he pushes into my hand. I’m glad he can’t see me smiling.

I don’t say a word, as not to disturb his very sensitive moment of need. I just stroke and pet and cup and make it as pleasurable for him as possible. Adin ejaculates without a warning, and it seems to surprise even him. I wring him out, emptying all his backed up cum down the shower drain.

We don’t say much after. We finish washing, and drying up. Adin asks to dry me, and moisturize me, I love every second of it. I tell him not to worry about my erection. That shower was about him. He gives me an adorable smile, and goes to make us lunch.

That evening, Adin texted me. “…Can I come over? I can’t sleep.”
You bet I said yes. I got to wring him out again that night. And this time, he returned the favor.

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Another photo from my day at the pool in Vegas 

Gideon pulled himself out of the pool and leaned on the deck. “Hey, Paul, can you please bring my phone?”
“Sure,” Paul said. Here’s your phone – and a towel. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. By right back.”
“Cool, thanks.” I dried my hands then checked the screen. No new messages. Fantastic. Being on vacation on Palm Springs was amazing as always. As were the men, Jesus. On a whim, I opened Grindr and checked to see just how many ‘available men’ were near me. Well, no shortage of hot dicks around…1000 feet. 500 feet. 100 feet. I slid through pictures and randomly stopped on one. Jesus, this guy was cute, and smoking hot. There was a photo of him in a gym that indicated some sort of acrobatic background. I wondered how far away this guy was. I did a double-take when I saw the locator: “Less than 50 feet.”

Suddenly, a shadow slid over me. I craned my chin up.
“Well hello,” said Mr. Gym, holding his phone in one hand. “Technology is amazing isn’t?”
“Uh…” I had a great view right up the leg of his swim shorts. I couldn’t resist a sloppy grin. “Yeah it’s pretty fuckin’ amazing.”
“Wanna hit the showers?”
“You bet.”

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Text is 100% fictional. Alex has his own hot boyfriend, thank you very much.

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“What are you thinking, Jessup? You’re always so quiet.”
“Cause I’m listening.”
“What are you listening to? The shower?”
“You. Your breathing. The way the water splashes off your skin, the sound of the loofah as you wash me..”
“Are you enjoying it?” I ask.
“Mmm very much. It’s so hard to find a lover, with me as I am, and I’m sort of wondering if I”m dreaming sometimes, having such a great guy like you in my life. In my shower.”
I chuff through my nose. “You shouldn’t put yourself down in that way. I look for a few things in my partner, and the biggest one is personality.”
Jessup grins. “Are you sure the biggest isn’t the cock?”
“I thought that was why you liked me?” I pretend to be offended.
Jessup laughs.

“Hey…Jason.”
“Hm?” I inquire.
“…Would you do something for me?” Jessup asks, putting the loofah back on the hook.
“Anything.”
“Take control.”
“…Are you sure? But you hate being caught off guard.”
“Jason please,” he begs. “Everyone is so delicate with me because I’m nearly blind. I’ve retorted by being as picky as possible. I’ve never given control to anyone. I want to know what it’s like. Be rough with me. Ravish me.”
“Christ, it’s turning me on hearing you beg.”
“Do it,” he growls.
I take a step back and examine my Jessup. He loves to work out, and it’s carved these delicious lines and rolling waves of muscle into the canvas that is his body. A strong illiac crest slides downward to the impressive, veiny cock jutting out. It’s a shame he can’t see his package because the set is damn gorgeous. And it is mine for the taking.
“….Jason?” he says quietly.
I push him back against the wall. Jessup gasps in surprise as he is jostled, then again as his back hits the cold wet tile. Before he can get out the second half of “more”, I’ve pounced on him, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Our lips meet and duel, and then I slip my tongue. Jessup’s hands seek my body and I press my palms into his torso, helping myself to a handful of his pecs. How can they so firm, yet so soft? I suddenly get why straight guys like tits.
I pin his arm against the wall, and when I move his limbs as I like, Jessup giggles; he’s giddy. His hand finds my waist and he pulls me against him. Our half-hard cocks meet and Jessup arches up. I can feel a moan thrumming in his throat as I kiss him, relentlessly.
“Fuck yeah, more, Jessup more!” he asks, breathy and hopeful.
Our lips meet again and again. I pin him in place with my hips and my grip. We rock together until our cocks are stiff as wood and sharing heat by sliding against each-other. The warm water slides down my back and gurgles down the drain.

I reach back with my free hand that’s not pinning his arm back and seek his ass. I squeeze it hard enough to make him shout.
“This is turning you on,” I purr.
“More Jason!”
“I do think you have a date with my bag of ropes later…”
He shudders and pre-cum dribbles down his shaft. I swipe it with my finger and taste it, then reach behind Jessup again and stroke his hole which I just cleaned.
Jessup whimpers and clings to me. “Jesus, Jason, no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“I’m happy you thrust me.”
“…Did you just say ‘thrust’ instead of trust?”
Jessup quiets and stills, then his body vibrates with laughter. It’s contaigous and soon we’re bent over in hysterics.

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Sex TBC. Text is fictional. I actually wrote “thrust me” instead of trust me and just went with it. These hotties are from Sean Cody, naturally.

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“Come here. Come ‘ere. Sshh, you know, boy, even if you cry in the shower I can still see your tears. Listen to me. You’ve been staring at me for a while now. I can tell you want it, and I can tell it’s been tearing you up inside. Don’t be scared, and don’t listen to what anyone tells you in the world. It’s ok to want this. Hell, I even encourage you to embrace that part of you that just wants to kneel at my feet and suck my cock. You aren’t less of a man because you want to service them; matter of fact, I think it makes you more of a man to know what you want and you go after it honestly. You want my cock right?”
He nods, looking hesitant and slightly miserable that it’s right in front of him but he won’t allow himself to have it.
“Come on, here.” I put a folded towel down on the shower floor to make it easier on him. “Kneel.”

Like silk, he slides off the shower bench and onto the floor. He puts a hand on my calf.
“Touch it.”
He bites his lip, his soft dark eyes flickering up at me. He reaches out gingerly to caress my thick cock, testing the weight of my balls, and the way the extra skin moves.
“That’s a good boy now..” I exhale softly, “Go on.”
He continues to fondle me, completely oblivious to the other glances we’re getting. His eyes are glazing over and his breathing is slow and shallow. I put a reassuring hand on the back of his head and he commits, placing his lips on the exposed head of my cock.

I have to tell you – up until this point, I thought blowjobs were something twinks begrudgingly did to curry favors for sex. But this boy – he was made for blowjobs. No amateur had ever been so delicate with me before, but within minutes I was already straining hard and dripping pre-cum onto his tongue. I could only rest my back against the tile wall and groan hard as he nursed my cock. I managed a ragged “Don’t stop”, but I don’t know if he heard me. He was so far gone into head space.

It seemed hours later when the orgasm rolled through me like a deep tsunami. I was thrusting against his tongue, trapped both by the tight suction of his mouth and the grip he had on my balls. My load must have been huge because it felt like someone turned my sac inside out. To my amazement, he didn’t even choke. He swallowed  most of it. His cheeks were flushed from not breathing, and eventually he seemed to snap out of it. He broke the suction seal and pulled back, the tip of my cock leaving a trail of semen from it to his lips. I gawked. He was beautiful, sitting there with his own erection straining between his legs, untouched. A total submissive, not a drop of alpha in him. A rare breed.

He looked at me expecting a review. I took a big breath and exhaled. “That, was the best blowjob I’ve ever received.”
It was only then he truly blushed, then reached for his washcloth and began to clean my sensitive prick.

I knew at that moment I was going to have to keep him. He’d obviously bonded with my cock, and it’d be a shame to deprive him of it.

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Text is fictional.