All Because of the Boys

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    I watch Esteban sigh, toss, then turn. My eye rests on his rump before considering the bigger picture. “What’s wrong? Did I not satisfy you?” I ask my oldest and dearest friend.“No no, not at all. Your blowjobs are fantastic, each one better than the last. I’m just…restless, I think. Normally, your wonderful mouth makes…

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    “August,” Quincy says with a sigh, “You’re smoking again. You’re a vocalist. You can’t smoke.”“Oh shut it, Quince, it makes me feel better.”“Christ,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hip. “You’re pathetic. And when you houseboy tells you you’re pathetic, you have a problem that tequila can’t fix.” August opens an eye and watches his…

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    “Look what I made,” Avery said again, bursting with pride. “I made these.”“They’re beautiful. Made with love,” Graham confirmed, wrapping his arms around his partner. “They are.” Avery took deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh-baked pies. “You think they’re beautiful? They’re kinda messy. The filling spilled out everywhere.”Graham nuzzled their noses together and placed…

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    obedienceisgolden: I try to be Daddy’s sexy little wife as much as I can. Making him happy and horny is what I live for. I hear his soft footfalls as he enters the kitchen. “Hello Jackson,” I say, busy prepping supper.“God, I could listen to you say my name forever,” he admits. “I love your…

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    Damien watches from next to the table as yet again his houseboy charms the pants off everyone at the party – and he is the only one not wearing pants! He wonders how on earth Milo got old Dunham Senior to smile. The leading partner in their law firm, Dunham Senior was known for being…

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    There are a lot of rooms in this old, fine house, but I have a favorite. You’d probably assume it would be my Master’s bedroom because of all it implies. His bed is where he sleeps, and when on rare occasions, I am allowed to join him – a highly desired reward. His bed is…

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    “I’m going to the gym, boy. I want dinner cooking when I get back.”“Yes sir.”“Use lots of butter on the potatoes, and make sure not to put in any cilantro onto the roast because Tom hates that stuff.”“Yes sir.”“And don’t you dare burn the meat, it was an expensive cut.”“Yes sir.”“Glad you don’t have a…

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    My phone rings just around noon. I push around the papers I was organizing until I find my phone. I glance at the number before answering it. “Hello Sir, what’s going on?” I ask. Atlas doesn’t call me in the middle of the day often. Once was for because he left his lunch here, the…

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    “Oh the phone…Hey Jim. Yeah what’s up? I’m a little busy why? I think I can meet ya there, just need like an extra hour. What am I doing? Oh teasing my houseboy’s cock. He got a break from his chastity device, and I caught the little bastard jerking off on my bed. Well now…

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    damienxazure: The spikes on the collar are sort of flashy, though. “Well, aren’t you a pretty thing,” I say to the nude creature, loosening my tie. I turn to my friend Renard who has just come out of the bathroom. “I didn’t know you got a boy. When were you going to tell me?”Renard lifts…