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The boy knew his role was to serve his man and be available for him whenever and where-ever he wanted it. He knows better than to inconvenience his Sir by saying ‘no’, and he would be a fool to spurn a man who has selected his ass to claim as there are so few masters as so many horny bottoms. No matter how humiliating, he must show respect and hold his cheeks apart to provide easy access. His Sir also loves watch his throbbing cock slide in and out of his boy’s body. It pleases him tremendously to see it and to have a boy so consistently obedient.

Those hands were supposed to stay that way until his Sir came and he was never allowed to touch himself without permission… Sir said it was conditioning for when the chastity device arrived. At first the boy was anxious of what that meant and resented the idea, but he began to look forward to having something between his sensitive, frustrated cock and the teasing, tickling fibers of the rug.

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Geraldo has gotten an alpha male’s attention by strutting around in tight fitting white underwear and teasing himself in it to half mast. He’s about to discover though, that there is a different between advertising to and taunting an alpha male. “I was a good boy this weekend and didn’t masturbate, but my balls are so full! I need someone to milk me between my legs,” said in a low, husky voice, is a good way to end up naked in five minutes.  “Sure you’re fucked a lot of boys, but once you’ve had mine, you’ll spend the rest of your life comparing everyone else to me,” is acceptable, if not a little dangerous. “I bet you’re all talk and no action, just because you know how to stick your cock in a boy doesn’t mean you’re any good at it, so prove it,” is a terrible idea. “I’m sure that’s just a sock in there, you gonna pleasure me with a sock?” is red flag territory.

Geraldo is about to learn that lesson now, as he’s about to receive the hardest fuck of his life, and feel that alpha cock probe parts of his pussy he didn’t even know could be reached. One arm will be around his neck, holding him in place as he takes the biggest dick of his life. He’ll love it, but once he realizes the full power an alpha has over his little twink body he’ll not only respect them more, but gain a healthy little bit of fear as well. Geraldo will think twice about poking them with a stick in the future.

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I heard the creak of the door and looked up; my face then froze in horror and shock. There was Tyco’s father, filling the doorway with his enormous bulk, arms crossed over his barrel chest. He looked like he could shoot lasers out of his eyes. My instinct was to grab his clothes and run but I was petrified. That man could destroy me.
“W…what, why’d you stop? Don’t stop!” Tyco sweetly pleaded under me.
“T..tyco your dad is um…”

“HEY!” his father barked out, making them both jump. “Are you fucking my son in here?”
“… N-n-n-o sir, just..just leaving, actually,” I stammered.
“NO! If you’re going to fuck my son, you are going to finish. I don’t approve of you having sex in my favorite chair, but if you are going to penetrate my boy you are going to finish and make sure he enjoys it, or I will rip off your dick. Do you understand me?”

My eyes went huge. I wasn’t even sure if I could get a hard on anymore but I didn’t dare say so. “Y-y-y-y-yes sir.”
“Are you wearing protection?”
“Yes sir.” I squeak.
“Good lad then! Nothing but the best for my boy. Finish up, then we’ll meet in the kitchen for a drink.”

After his bear of a father had left, I looked down at Tyco, baffled. “What the hell just happened?"Tyco looked a big sheepish, "Daddy is very protective of my sex drive. His side of the family is full of teen pregnancies, STDs, testicular cancer, and impotence so he monitors my cock and sex drive. He checks me for ball and prostate cancer once a month, and I have to wear a chastity device on vacation and also I had to wear it through-out most of middle school. ”

“…Dude that’s… I mean… kind of …”
“I don’t really mind,” Tyco admits, “Cause Daddy wants the best for me. He found a cyst on my balls when it was still pretty small and we were able to get it removed before it was a problem. His checks do pay off. But… now that I’m allowed to pick my own partners, I’ve been crazy about getting laid, and I’ve been wanting for you weeks. Daddy’s cock is too big so he won’t fuck me, which drives me nuts since he’s denied me so many orgasms in my life. I’m making up for lost time now.”

I was aware at that point I might have been sticking my dick in crazy, but hell I was wearing protection and his ass was pretty incredible and tight anyway. So you know what? I finished. I fucked Tyco so hard we almost knocked the chair over. I made sure the whole house heard his orgasm. Wanted to make his father proud.

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“Travis? …Traavis, are you awake?”
He doesn’t stop although he seems to be aware he has an audience, “…No.”
“You passed out during the party. Your blood sugar dropped. Are you feeling ok since we got some sugar in you?”
“Mmhhh your bed is comfy…” he murmured, continuing to hump my bed.
I crawl up behind him and sit next to his ass. “Can …Can I jerk you?”
“Mmmmmhmm…” he answers, lost in a sleepy daze of arousal.
“Lift your hips,” I purr back. I’ve been wanting him for a long, long time for access to his body. Consent is consent. 

He rolls his hips to the side. I straddle him, hovering over his ass and thighs, and slide my hand under him and find his cock. It’s hard, swollen stiff, the tip already wet. From being smothered under him, it’s burning hot and the vein under the shaft is pulsating. I sigh softly as my fingers caress the silky skin. Travis moans and bucks his hips into my hand. I ghost my finger tips from balls to shaft and he shudders, dripping pre-cum onto my comforter. I don’t even mind…it’s Travis. I’ve been wanting him for the last four years. I wrap my fingers around his cock to stroke him, but he’s out of his mind with carnal needs and humping my hand faster than I can keep up. I make a tight wet fist lubricated with his own seed and he loves it, bucking and driving his erection against my palm. I position the tip of my thumb so it brushes against the tip and he make noises that I’m sure anyone can hear.

“I’m coming!” he gasps, “Oh god oh god!” I work his shaft as he thrusts into my hand, his balls pushing against my fist. At first the cum just dribbles out, but then just when I think he’s finished with the orgasm, a big dose of it gushes out of the tip and all over his chest and the sheets. He cries out with a little sob, overwhelmed by how good it felt to be jacked off by another man. I sit back on his calves ignoring my own cock, and continue to fondle his cock through his legs. He’s got his ass up in the air now, head down, knees slightly apart.

As the skin grows more and more sensitive, he hisses and tries to jerk away from me but I keep an iron grip on him. I pull on his shaft with deliberately slow speeds until I run out of flesh, and he makes the most erotic little gasps when my skin touches the head of his cock. The more I do this the more he begs for me to stop, but I won’t. He thrashes and mewls as I unrelentingly pet and stroke him, giving special attention to his balls and that sensitive little spot at the top. “S…stop!” he pleads. But I don’t, until he’s making frustrated noises into the mattress and trying to push my hand away. “B..Brodie, stop!”

“Gotta get the rest of your seed out, baby, I know you have more in there.” I coax him to half hardness again, then milk the remaining seed out of his cock like the way someone would flatten a toothpaste bottle. A little push under his balls is the magic trick though. To my delight, I see him curl his toes as it dribbles onto the bed. When I release him, he’s completely soft. He collapses into the mess. “Christ man… what sort of kama sutra torture was that? I’ve never had a sexual experience like that ever.”
“Oh that? Simple edging techniques. You came so little and your balls still looked so full, I figured your recent inebriation and blood sugar spike might be preventing a good load.” It was bullshit, but he was dumb and gorgeous and would probably believe it.
“Shit.” He simply said, his breath slowly returning to normal, “I can’t believe you just jerked me off.”
“You feel good?”
“Yeah… how did I end up in your room? Where are my pants?”
I sit back on my bed and lazily play with my own straining member. “Well, you and the guys were drunk and comparing your cocks to beer bottles and cans. So you took off your pants for that, which is what happens when you drink –  you always end up naked. Then, you apparently forgot to eat today and you crashed. We put some sugar under your tongue and took you in here. I came to check on you.”

He thinks about this. “Thanks man… but hey uh…let’s not tell anyone about this ok?”
“Sure,” I say, “No problem. Just helping a guy out. Sucks when you’re hard and too disoriented to get off.”
Travis thinks. “That thing you did… do you do that to any other guys?”
I shrug. “Only boyfriends, and even so, not lately.”
“Don’t. I want a monopoly on that. Shit, my balls feel light as air. You gays have some crazy techniques.”
“Wait until I put my mouth on it.”
Travis groans. I can almost hear his Kinsey number change. “Right after you’ve cum… you’re nice and sensitive, and my velvety tongue just licking you like a little kitten, sucking on your balls like angel kisses…”

“Fuck man! Stop that. Are you tryin to make me hard again?”
“…Yes,” I grunt.
Travis looks over his other shoulder and just now notices me masturbating. “Oh shit, forgot about you. I thought you came already.”
“No,” I manage, getting close. The urge to hold him down and force my cock in his mouth is incredible. His lips would look so beautiful around my cock, wet with my seed… I suppress it though. He’s not ready. I end up mounting Travis and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks until I come all over Travis’ back. He doesn’t protest, just stays still. When I reach under him to give it one final squeeze, he’s half hard again.

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We were set to start painting the base layer on the walls in our new home when Reese joked that we should just do it naked to avoid getting paint on our jeans. I was more keen on that idea than I thought I’d be. After we’d thrown our clothes over a chair in the other room, we both returned to the living room and stood there, staring hungrily at eachother’s nudes bodies.
“So uh…” Reese grinned at me, “You know, since there’s a dropcloth on this floor already…wanna bareback?”

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When August answered the door, his brain momentarily short-circuited. That looked like Ephraim. It looked exactly like Ephraim…but Raimy was back in Indiana. There was no reason logical reason or explanation for him being in Bahrain, especially not in time for August’s 28th birthday. Last year, he had to spend his 27th at sea spent it sulking over his lack of celebratory sex and abundance of practice drills at 5 am.

August began to hyper-ventilate, muttering oh-my-gods over and over. He twisted to stare in slaw-jacked disbelief at his tight-knit bunch of seamen. They were all grinning like Cheshire cats. August was just grateful they had accepted him as an out gay man, but to think they went so far to organize this was just… everything went blurry. He threw himself into Ephraim’s arms and cried into his shoulder. A chorus of “awws” followed behind him.

Raimy rocked him, kissing his temple and sniffling himself, “I missed you so much…” he whispered, voice cracking.
James handed them both tissues which they used in an instant. August pulled back and grabbed Raimy’s head in his hands, “Holy shit it’s really you.”
“Yes, it’s me.” This was punctuated by a possessive kiss.
“Holy fuck…this is – this is …I can’t ..words!” he cried, flapping his hands. “YOU’re my birthday present? Is that what the guys were talking about?”

“Not exactly,” Ephraim smirked, He was wearing only a pair of tight jeans with nothing on underneath and looked damn dashing. After making sure none of their hotel neighbors were watching, he came into their room and closed the door behind him. Ephraim wasted zero time. From his back pocket he withdrew a small box and got on one knee.
“August Reynolds Tarbell. I cannot fucking stand the idea of you thinking I don’t love you enough to send you out into the world without some assurance you’ve been claimed. You are my world, my reason for living. You gave me a reason to kick my Oxy habit. You pulled me through my mother’s passing. You encouraged me to be a mechanic and open my own shop. You…have always been so goddamn patient with me.” He swallowed hard, voice warbling, “I love you so much, please let me love you forever. I will never take it for granted. Will you marry me?”

August’s hands flew to his mouth. His knees were wobbling, so James stood by in case he fainted. The sailor could only nod his head and squeak out a “yes”. The entire hotel room erupted in roars, cat calls, and whoops. Hidden bottles of alcohol emerged from dresser drawers and under the bed. 
Ephraim put the ring on his fiance’s finger, dried his tears with the tissue, then sealed their promise with the most passionate, sweetest kiss. August melted into the sensation of his lips and the texture of Raimy’s tongue… he’d missed those kisses so goddamn much that he wished he could tell his lover without the threat of bursting like a damn. Ephraim pulled him close with an arm around the back of his neck and continued making out hard, not minding their audience.

James let them have their intimacy for a bit then thrust glasses of champagne into their hands. “Alright, alright, you can neck and have sex later but right now, we drink! To the happy couple!”

They got four noise complaints that night. Only two of those were from the party.