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torontopup:

sir2u-boy:

I know you’re a fag, I know I shouldn’t like it so much, but damn, you give the best head I’ve ever had, and this tight little hole back here is making me think that if you fuck half as good as you suck, I’m gonna be moving you in. 

www.recon.com/torontoslave

Finally! I thought you couldn’t be any thicker! I mean, you think I give good head just because I’m a mindless faggot that goes totally blank at the sight of an unsucked cock – and yeah, that part’s true – but I don’t suck dick like this for anyone. I really like your cock, but there’s no way for me to tell you this without you thinking it’s a blanket statement. Your cock gets harder than any other penis I’ve played with, and it’s so easy for me to deepthroat it and really put my tongue to work. Plus, you grow so much it’s easy to keep my hand and my lips busy. It makes me feel so slutty, so powerful, to go all out for you. You have a dick that’s so easy to worship, that I will never get tired of it. And don’t even get me started on your balls.

On top of that, you’re considerate. Some alphas are pretty rude, but us fags are used to that. They don’t want to get too close to ‘gayness’. You though, you drive me crazy gently petting my hole like that. I always have to suck you shirtless or else I’d just sweat right through it. Every touch makes me tremble, and it makes my cock throb so hard. My pants are always soaked when I’m done servicing you.

Once you fuck me, I know you’re going to have difficulty wanting me to even leave even to do errands. It just won’t seem right that I’ll be sleeping elsewhere from then on. Once you fuck me, you’ll know that no one can care for your dick or your sexual needs like I can. Every other boy will be a replacement for me. Every faggot is up for adoption – don’t forget that. I want to come home to you too.

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Text is fictional. Good boy.

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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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Bo saw the pool empty on a nice Monday afternoon and saw an opportunity. His older brother Greg had his boyfriend over, and Bo was sure they’d be in it. He wondered where they were. Bo guessed they went out. He even decided to take a dip naked to avoid the wet laundry. When he took a step into the water, Bo heard a noise, and when he looked up he realized why Greg and his boyfriend weren’t using the pool – cause they were fucking in the cabana. Bo’s jaw dropped. Wow, it was really hot! They were really into it! Greg’s boyfriend, whatever his name was, was standing and getting pounded from behind. Hell, the wooden structure was creaking from their fucking.

It was sexier than anything else he’d seen on porn sites! Bo’s eyes went huge when he saw Greg pull out his long, thin dick and thrust it back in. His boyfriend moaned and threw his head back. Flecks of pre-cum went everywhere. 

Bo swallowed. “Shit.”
Suddenly, Greg’s boyfriend saw him. Bo could only stand there as watch as Boyfriend looked over his shoulder and said something to Greg. Greg looked up at little brother and grinned.
“Like what you see huh?”
Bo glanced down and his erection, then covered it in a hurry while blushing furiously.
Greg snickered. “I never pegged you for a boy-lover, Bo. Two in one family? Won’t dad be surprised.“
“I – I’m sorry, I don’t know you two were out here I -”
Boyfriend reached back and touched Greg on the thigh. They were having a hushed conversation that Bo couldn’t hear from where he was standing.
“You wanna come join us?” Greg asked. “Dennis always likes another cock to play with.”
Bo’s eyes went huge. “Wh-what? Are you serious?”
“Sure,” Greg said with a wave. “Come on. Teach you how to have some fun, little bro. You’re gonna be an adult soon. About time you learned.”

Bo’s heart was jack-hammering so hard he could barely form the words “yeah yeah sure” so he just nodded. Bo couldn’t take his eyes off of watching Dennis stroke his cock. It was short, but really thick. Bo wanted to go over there, so he took a step forward, not remembering he was on the pool steps. He fell face-first into the water..

When he emerged, gasping and flailing, Greg and Dennis were bent over laughing their butts off. Bo was sure he was blushing head to toe. Dennis came over with a towel and offered to dry him off, erection still bouncing. Bo was flattered – and turned on – to have the attention of older men. It would be a trend that would stick with him for the rest of his life.

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Text is fictional.

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“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse….or your cock for example, because I locked it up. In its plastic cage you can see how cute and small it is compared to mine, which is allowed to go free and get hard when it wants. Your little inferior one is where it’s belongs because it’s too distracting for you. Just a little bit of flesh there, but you could not stop playing messing with it…

Aw, you better not pout. You better not cry. You’ve been such a good boy this year, and I’ll tell you why. You’ve pleased me so much this year, satisfied me so many times when I needed a boy the most… I’m sure Santa is going to be bring you lots of presents this year. I know your wish list is long. He might even bring you an orgasm. You don’t want Santa to peer through your window and see you jacking off do you? He’s going to think if you just want those boring kinds of orgasms and cannot control yourself, then he won’t need to bring you all those fun toys in his bag…

I know, it’s difficult. Why not come play with my cock and whittle away the time? Christmas morning is still a day away.

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Text is fictional. Borrowed some lines from "Twas the Night Before Christmas” and “Santa Claus is coming to town”.

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Huh, never touched just this part before, wonder what happens if I do. Well, someone’s sensitive! Wonder what happens if I do it again. Same thing. Oh he’s getting more vocal now; it was a good move to put that gag in. His cockhead is so pink and fleshy…I just want to keep touching it. Over. and over. I really like watching him squirm so helplessly…he’s such an interesting toy. So full of surprises.

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brosgivemeboners:

he gets so horny knowing his big bro is sleeping above him

Zeke sighed and turned over his pillow, trying to get comfortable. It’s difficult to fall asleep with your foster brother masturbating underneath you. Only two more weeks until you move out for college, he reminded himself. Poor Norman. His foster brother had such a crush on him. Norman was so shy around Zeke, always plucking at his pants and then awkwardly making excuses to leave.

Late at night when he thought Zeke was asleep, Norman would lie awake and masturbate furiously – the only time he could get some alone time in their packed foster family’s house. He imagined that Zeke wasn’t sleeping above him, but on him, stroking his aching cock and telling him how huge it was, how sexy he looked. He imagined Zeke’s hips meeting his, about how their slick organs would rub together until they both spurted hard. After he came into a tissue, Norman would pet himself and ponder if he preferred to be a top or a bottom, what it would feel like to take a cock, or put one in another guy. Mostly, he thought about these scenarios with Zeke in them.

Norman didn’t know this, but Zeke had an inkling of what went on in that boy’s fertile imagination. He sighed again. The boy had an incredible refractory period and wasn’t stopping. He was going to be late for work tomorrow from oversleeping at this rate. Zeke thought, and decided to give Norman a little going away present.

Norman froze mid-stroke as he saw Zeke’s arm drop over the side of the bed. He barely dared to breathe, thinking he’d been caught. Being caught was a nightmare scenario. He squinted in the dark and realized that Zeke was holding something in his hands. It couldn’t be…?

Norman reached out and took it. Once his fingers touched the warm cotton, he knew exactly what it was. Emotions swirled – apparently he hadn’t been so secretive as he thought but this… Norman’s balls began to swell full of fresh seed.

Zeke muttered from above him: “I know. Say anything about this, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Just hurry up and finish, I got work in the morning.”

Norman blushed crimson. Shit. Well, it was a gift from god and he wasn’t going to question it horned out of his mind. He pushed the warm crotch to his face and sniffed. His cock nearly burst, full of fresh blood. He began a third round of masturbation, suppressing his gasps and moans into the fabric. The bed was shaking, jerking, and Zeke was honestly trying not to laugh. It was kind of hilarious.

He heard Norman grunting and gasping along with the sounds of flesh smacking and his body disturbing the sheets – and Zeke coulda sworn he heard the splash of cum on his torso. Then, it stopped. Norman exhaled a loud sigh of contentment, plus a single “goddamn”, and after the rustling of tissues fell away, it was quiet. Pure quiet.

Zeke smirked in the dark, pleased with himself, then rolled over to fall asleep. The next two weeks were going to be awkward but it was going to be worth it just for a good night’s rest.

He never did get his underwear back.

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Text is fictional. I think the source is here.

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A typical Friday night of foosball and football on the TV becomes that special night when you finally get that boy. When a playful kiss ends up more than just an impulse, and suddenly you’re allowed to undress him and his penis is jutting out in front of his body expecting your attention. Something about seeing his cock and balls hanging and protruding on display turns any doubts about this off, and your brain puts all other functions on ‘hibernate’ so it can devote all its energy to sex.

You get your arms around him, cradling his torso, one hand sliding down to his thigh. You want his cock, and he wants you to have it. He’s acting like a woman, parting his legs, trying to encourage you to give attention to his pussy. It turns you on in dizzying, incredible ways to know that a man is expecting you to take him, that he’s silently accepted you as the dominant one.

The high lasts for nearly an hour, a two man orgy of touching, caressing, kissing, and sucking. Not an inch left unexplored, no erogenous zone neglected. The sex lasts maybe ten minutes but you know the penetration is just the finale. By the time you reach the breeding, the pulling his hips flush with yours so you can get deeper in him part, you are just an animal recreating what your ancestors have been doing for millennia.

He’s very hot, and very malleable in your hands. His penis feels like a silk flower in your fingers, his balls soft permissions heavy on the branch. Wetness is everywhere.

The next morning you both convince yourselves it was a dream and never reconnect on Fridays again. You don’t see each other for nearly 15 years, until one day he finds you online, and messages you out of the blue: “Do you still wonder if it was real or not?”
Your heart leaps at his message and you reply: “Every day.”
“Do you ever wish it were real?”
“Every day.”
“555-921-8266.”

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Text is fictional. Need the source please.