“Are you taking photo of my pussy?” “Hell yes I am. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life.” “Aaahhh Papi, you’re so sweet. Making me even more horned up talking like that.” “You have such a gift, Carlos. Much like a gorgeous cake, it almost seems sacrilegious to wreck it.” “But Papi, if you don’t, then all the hard put into making it gorgeous goes to waste doesn’t it? It’d be such a shame if no one got to take a bite and taste it.” John put his phone down and made circles on Carlos’s butt with his palms. “It would be a shame,” he sighed. “If I showed my friends this photo of your ass and told them I hadn’t fucked it, they would commit me to a mental asylum.” “I promise you my ass will be so good, and your cock will love it so much, you’ll end up there anyway. Driven insane but how tight and perfect my ass is.” “Is that why you were available? Cause you had to commit another client?” Carlos laughed. “No, most of my clients are out of town. A lot of them are married you know, have to go home to families for Christmas.” “Well I’m IN town because of Hannukah. So that worked out.” “Married?” “No. I thought about it, but no. Someone has to breed and seed men who need cock like plants need water, and I’m not wasting any time deny myself that fun.” Carlos exhaled a shaky breath and broke out into goosebumps. “Madre de dios, I love a confident alpha man. Fuck, I’m even hornier now. Breed and seed me, Papi. Take me really hard.” “You think your bed can hold us?” “The bedframe is steel,” Carlos bragged. “Damn straight it is.” John pulled back the thong string and let it snap back. Carlos yipped. "Alright, let’s cut the cake. What flavor is it?” “Horchata,” Carlos purred. John cupped his bulge and stroked it, making Carlos shiver. “That sounds about right – I do like the size of this cinnamon stick.” “Oh papi~ please fuck me I’m begging you!” John hadn’t let go of Carlos as he leaned over to run his tongue along side the thong string. “Alright alright, but first, a taste…”
Homemade giant cinammon roll with cream cheese frosting
RJ studied the beautiful cinnamon rolls his houseboy made, impressed with the golden brown and the perfect scent. It was impossible, however, to ignore the fact that the frosting looked a lot like something else. And there was more than normal. “Morris?” “Yes Sir?” “How horny are you right now?” Morris shot him a look. “Gosh golly, I don’t know, I haven’t had access to my cock for a week, what makes you think I’m horny?” “You told me you really weren’t that horny.” Morris scoffed. “Oh I get what’s happening.” RJ folded his arms and grinned. “You’ve been trying to hide it. You don’t want me to know how horny you are.” “That is totally not what is happening.” Morris made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “You made a whole deal that chastity was noooooooo big deal, that anyone could do it. You were making fun of Sam on the ride home, how utterly fucking horny and needy he was. You’re afraid you’re going to end up like that.” “Pppffttt, that. That is lies, that’s what that is.” Morris busied himself with the dishes. “Your dildo was moved recently. You’ve been using it on yourself when I’m not around aren’t you?” Morris blushed. “I moved it for cleaning.” “Cause you used it.” “No! I’m fine.” “You can’t expect me to believe that you’re not horny at all,” RJ replied. “I never said I wasn’t. It’s just like, garden variety. I’m not all desperate and slutty like Sam was,” Morris clarified. “So what if you were? I think it’d be pretty hot.” “Well you can go fuck Sam then.” RJ grinned. “My, you are bitchy. This chastity experiment is fun.” “Fun for you maybe.” Morris grumbled.
RJ reached over and turned off the water. “Hey! What are you doing?” “Fucking you.” RJ untied his houseboy’s sweatpants and let them drop. “Hey!” RJ prevented Morris from picking them up and put his hands on the counter. He pulled Morri’s hips backwards to make his ass stick out. With a quick motion, he undid his own pants and freed his cock. There was no time to hunt for lube, so kitchen oils had to do.
Ignoring Morris’s protests, RJ got himself into position and took his boy right against the counter. The noises were more beautiful than Christmas bells. Morris’s body was kinetic in his hands, pushing back against RJ, moving with RJ, all taut and electric. He begged for it harder, deeper. Morris’s head drooped and vowels poured from his throat with each deep thrust.
The sound of the lock bouncing off the sleeve of the chastity cage drove RJ nuts. The orgasm hit him so hard he saw black spots in his vision, and his fingers would leave red marks on RJ’s hips for two days after.
As the rush left him, RJ began to feel a bit of sympathy for his pent up houseboy who was brimming with lust. He stroked Morris’s balls and the base of his shaft until milk flowed and dripped on the floor. The moaning only excited RJ again, and he fucked his houseboy a second time. Afterwards? Morris was cooled down with frozen peas and the sweatpants went back on, only this time he was properly plugged so he could finish his cleaning without making another mess. He would learn that this is what sex meant for him now.
You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. Sun beams. “I was sad that you were sad that we did not have a Christmas tree, because you cannot buy real ones here of course. So I ordered lights, and I made one anyway.” You stare at the bright glow, mesmerized. Warm feelings of childhood holidays surge. “Oh Sun, it’s so festive. It’s beautiful. Thank you I love -” You suddenly have noticed what he’s wearing. “You bought a Santa hat too?” He grins. “Yes. I am an elf, here to help give you Christmas cheer.” “They have elves in Singapore?” “Yes, from the South Asian Division. Very elite placement. Not cold here.” You giggle. “Look at you. You’re so adorable. And also sexy. Red is such your color…” You walk up to him so you can ran your hands up his body. The man’s stomach is a wall of muscle. “Are you my Christmas present?” “I can be if you want.” You dip your head to kiss him. “Can I open it early?” Sun begins to unbutton your shirt. “Only if I can open something too.”
“I’m a dirty boy~ I’m a dirty boy~” he sings while dancing in the shower. You stare at his bouncing butt from where you’re seated on the toilet. “You are, and you better get clean if you ever want to be let out of this bathroom again.” “You hosed most of it off outside.” “Yeah but the mud’s in your hair and behind your ears – how did you do that?” “Wrestling.” You shake your head and rub the bridge of your nose. Your friend Zane had called this morning, saying his pup KJ was begging to go for a hike after the rain, and he asked if your Leo wanted to go as well. Zane knew not to ask you – you got lost in the woods as a child and never wanted to go back there. Leo was thrilled to go however. Water! Trees! Birds! Critters! Interesting rocks! Infinite sticks!
You got a foreboding text from Zane later that afternoon: “Hey we’re back in cell service and coming to drop Leo off. We’ll be coming up the porch out back.” Why would they be coming up the back porch and not the front door or the garage door? You were worried Leo got skunked or something. Luckily it turns out that wasn’t the case. However, the case was, that he and KJ had found every single mud puddle in the entire state park and spent more time in the creek than on the trail.
Zane had made the best of it by putting down towels in the back seats, but you owed the man a beer. He looked exhausted and was grumbling about poison oak. But the boys were all smiles and completely worn out, which made it worth while. An exhausted pup is a happy pup.
As you sit there, watching Leo wash his beautiful self, you notice a red spot on the back of his thigh. It’s an ingrown hair. You insist on popping it, which you do while he whines. You insist it must be done. You make a show out of checking his back, the rest of his legs, and then his pubic hair for ingrowns – and you find a tick. You groan. “Leo you weren’t supposed to bring the woods back with you!”
The house is quiet, and you’re worried you’re not going to be able to stay awake much longer. It’s way past your bed time in your time zone. You snap to full attention at a small sound. You hadn’t heard a door open or close, but the hinges in the house didn’t squeak. That said, Earl had a good record of escaping undetected. You strain to hear. The sound of socked feet growing closer is unmistakable. Your door opens. Your heart rate quickens. You glance over and Earl’s body fills the door frame.
“Hi,” you whisper. “Wonderin’ where you were.” “Sshh,” Earl replies. He drops his boxers on the floor. You throw back the sheets. He chuffs air through his nose, and you imply that he’s a bit surprised to see you’re already naked. You figured it wasn’t worth putting on pajamas this time when you had to waste time takin’ em off anyway.
You fetch the lube under your pillow and pass it into his hands. The sounds of him preparing himself excites you a lot. He tells you to turn over on your stomach, and tuck your legs under, with his voice barely above a whisper. Earl doesn’t give you any prep and you hiss as he fills you with one motion. You pull away at the sting of being stretched, but Earl has his hand where your pelvis meets your thigh to keep you against him and you don’t get far. Earl understands though, and gives you a moment to adjust.
The second your muscles relax he begins to move with purpose. You bite your lip to keep from crying out in pleasure – the discomfort mixed with the force he’s handling you with has made you almost uncomfortably erect. You sense Earl’s frustration by his suppressed grunts and staccato thrusts. He is trying to pour a year’s worth of lost time into your ass.
Earl’s hips collide against your backside with bruising force as he puts his load up you. A strained noise escapes his throat. You can hear him panting through nostrils that must be flared. Heat and wetness flood you like a fire hose. You can’t help but moan. Earl clasps at hand over your mouth, and gives you a few more thrusts while he deposits the rest of his seed. You moan in full against his palm, knowing it’ll be silenced.
The hand melts away. His cock slips out, leaving a ghost behind. Earl reaches for a tissue off the night stand; he wipes himself and tosses it on the bed next to you. Without a word, he gets up, puts on his boxers, and exits like a ninja into the dark.
You can hear his more audible steps now going down to the kitchen. That’s always been his cover story – that’s he’s up getting a drink of water. It’s worked so far. Your sister bought it the last time, when she woke up to find him gone.
You prop yourself up on one hand and finish yourself off because it feels like you’re going to combust. The sex is still just as good as when you were seniors in high school. You can’t wait for tomorrow night. Really puts the “cum” in “coming home for Christmas”.
Donde Hubo Fuego (High Heat) 1×23 “Si no son míos, no serán de nadie”
Nico strolls into the shower room of the gym. There are eyes on him, and his eyes are on others. This is his hunting ground. There are men who look by accident, men who look on purpose, and men who don’t look at all, and Nico has to filter them out with only a glance. He’s looking for the right man with the right roaming gaze, the right way of presentation. The right man wants Nico to come over into his stall. The sex will be loud and public to anyone who comes in, but it is the natural way of things. It’s in defined territories such as these where men rank and sort themselves. Nico also catches the attention of other men who are also hunting an outlet for lust. He is in direct competition with them, although they may not be after the same thing exactly.
Nico doesn’t view these men as a threat however, he views them as game. No sweeter victory than turning your supposed equal into a breeding conquest.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Freddy says against Dante’s neck. Dante embraces his boy and gives him a squeeze of reassurance around the waist. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Freddy. It’ll take time.” “I don’t even feel sick anymore. Why am I still so exhausted?” “Because you still feel sick. Your body fought that virus hard, it’s tired. It needs to regain it’s strength. Don’t push yourself, the house work and cooking can wait.” “But I want to cook. The meat’s going to go back in the freezer.” “I can make meatloaf, don’t worry, I’m not helpless without you boy.” “Why not?” Freddy pouts. Dante chuckles. “You are so pitiful.” “I’m tired,” he whines. “I think I’m going to tuck you into a blanket on the couch and put on a movie for you while I make dinner.” “But that means I have to get up. I like the way you’re massaging my butt. And you’re so warm. ”We can cuddle after dinner.” Freddy sighs in resignation but didn’t move. “Thanks for keeping me locked during this time.” “Of course, but where did that come from?” “Cause I hate it when something ruins the build up and I just get milked in the most boring frustrating way, and we have to start over. I was worried you’d do that cause I’m sick. I’m so exhausted, there’s no way I’d make it through a session right now, but I think I’m going to feel better right as that time comes around…looking forward to it.” “Me too. Don’t forget that keeping you locked is long term, boy. Rain or shine. Your needs are mine to look after as long as you’re with me.” Freddy nuzzles Dante and leans against him more. “Are you sure we can’t cuddle on the couch? I want to play with your cock.” “I suppose dinner can be a little late tonight. Cuddling sounds nice. I missed having you in my bed when you were sick. I hated hearing you cough in the guest room, all alone.” “Aww really?” “Yeah I felt really helpless, in my room all alone, powerless to make you feel better. I didn’t realize what a big part of my life you’ve become. God dammit, how do you suddenly make me all sentimental?” Freddy giggles. “My bottom powers are returning.” Dante pats his butt. “Your powers are returning. Come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch. You can play with my cock all you want.” “Yiiiiiss. Can I play with your balls too please?” “You can play with my balls too.” “Yyyyyiiiiiiisss.”
“Two fingers! Much looser. Wearing that plug is working out well for you. Hand me the lube so I can put this back in, boy. After dinner we’ll test out how many inches of mine you can take now. You’re making great progress, I have a feeling I’ll be impressed with you later.” He lubricated the plug and slipped it back in. His boy squeaked. John pulled his boy’s sweatpants back up and swatted him on the butt with his clean hand. “There we go.” “Fuck I’m already so horny…” “The chastity cage is working as intended then. Don’t get distracted now, you need to make dinner still.” “Yes sir. I won’t get distracted and burn it Sir.” “That’s a good boy now. I’d hate to punish you when you’ve been making so much progress.” “I like being told I’m making progress, Sir. Not good at very much…” “Tsk. That cannot be true. You just haven’t found things you excel at. But it looks like that changing isn’t it?” The boy smiles. “Yes, it does. I’m going to go make dinner.” “Thatta boy. You excel at that too.”
