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“Hold on! Pose, I’m gonna get a picture!” I raise my DLSR and shoot off a couple frames.
“You got it babe? The sun’s in my eyes.”
“Perfect,” I say, looking at the screen.
“Shit this ice cream is totally melting in this heat.”
“Mmn. Let me get that for you.” I grab hold of his wrist, and lick the back of his hand and his fingers.
He groans. “Fuck that turns me on so bad.”
I grin, and lick up, stealing a bit of his ice cream and a bit of cone.”
“Hey,” he laughs. “You know what dairy does to your stomach.”
“I’ll suffer,” I reply. I release his wrist and cup his chin, blessing him with a sticky, sweet ice-cream kiss. He groans again and pushes back against me. Our tongues meet and dance. It suddenly feels 10 degrees hotter outside. I break apart to keep from burning up. “Fuck…”
He blinks at me, dazed. “Damn, man. You are one smoking hot kisser.”
I smile. “I save that gift for cute guys I like on dates that I have fun on.”
“Oh? Ohh….” he says, figuring it out. “You think I’m cute?”
“Amongst other adjectives. Your ice cream is melting though,” I say, pointing.
“Shit,” he mutters, catching the drips with his tongue. I watch, and adjust myself. I smile. I can’t remember having this much fun on the beach.

“Hey uh, after you finish with that…”
“Hm?” he asks, busy eating his treat.
“Do you want to find a vacant space on the beach and have a little public fuck under the towel?”
His eyes go wide. “In public?” your boyfriend gasps.
“Oh yeah,” I purr, adjusting myself again. “You under me, trapped between a blanket, the heat of our other blanket on top of us. Me rutting into your tight ass, you leaking pre-cum from your trapped cock.”
He swallows, hard, and chews on the ice cream cone while never taking his eyes off of you. “Fuck that is so naughty…”
“You’re getting hard,” I murmur, feeling him through his shorts.
“Fuck how could I not? You have such a sexy mouth.”
I smirk. “I bet you’ll smell real good, under me, so tight and hot for me…”
He groans again. “Stop, stop. Let me finish the cone first.”
I chuckle and smack him on the ass. “Alright. While you finish that, let’s go find ourselves a private spot.”
“Fuck yeah. Let’s go get naughty.”

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Jasper took his boyfriend Ryan to see the movie he’d been begging to go see. He’d been a good and obedient boy and Jasper thought it was a right reward. They went to a matinee and the theater was half empty; they took a seat in the back. The movie had a good advertising team but began to lose its appeal halfway through. Without anything to distract him from being horny, Ryan began to squirm.

Jasper pulled him into his lap and with great care, unbuttoned his pants and worked the zipper down without a sound. He slid a hand the heat of Ryan’s pants and cupped the locked cock he found within. Ryan arched into his hand instinctively, one of his own hands on Jasper’s wrists – if they got caught…! Jasper didn’t seem to feel threatened. He settled in, seeming quite comfortable. Then, Ryan felt it. Jasper was touching him, but just the tip of his finger and just the slit of skin attainable through the piss window of the chastity cage. He was caressing it gently, over and over and over and over, worrying at it distractedly as he watched the movie.

Ryan bit off a moan. It was just a tiny percentage of skin but his body felt on fire and responded immediately, mistakenly believing all him was being stroked. His cock swelled to a near painful level, pushing hard against the plastic. He whispered a plea for Jasper to stop but he brushed Ryan off and continued to tease him; soon Jasper’s fingers were wet from pre-cum. Soon the excess ran over his digits and dampened Ryan’s underwear.

The skin became quite sensitive and Ryan began to twitch and jolt because the orgasm kept building and building without release. It was becoming harder to mask his breathing, his involuntary squeaks. Jasper let him carry on until he was at risk of embarrassing himself, then he stopped. He cupped Ryan’s balls in his hand and let his hand rest, enjoying the feeling of the full things throbbing in his hand. Ryan was sure he’d make it through the rest of the movie like this until Jasper began to rub his thumb against his sac. The pre-cum began to drip again and he was mere seconds away from begging for a fuck, for some relief, an end to this delicious misery…. but Jasper had more wicked ideas.

He unzipped his coat pocket and took something out in a plastic bag. It was hard to see what it was in the dark theater, but when Jasper pressed it into Ryan’s hand – he knew what it was: the longest, thickest plug he owned. Jasper’s husky whisper filled his ear. “Go to the bathroom and put it inside of you. There’s a packet of travel lube in there. Work it until you began to drip again, then remove your underwear, put them in the back, and come back to me.”

Ryan had no option but to obey, as his other choice was to sit there frustrated out of his mind. At least being full would help take the edge off and push some of the cum out of his heavy balls. He felt bad though, for the guy who heard him groan when the plug popped in – he left the bathroom so fast he practically ran.

Ten minutes later, Ryan returned to his boyfriend with mincing steps. Every move he made pushed the plug against his prostate, clouding his mind with lust and desire. His cock ached and his pre-cum now ran down his thigh. Jasper tucked the bag with his underwear in it back inside his jacket as if it were a cellphone or a wallet.

“Good boy,” he murmured. Ryan was sure this was nearly over; the movie was coming to a close. He would survive sitting plugged for another fifteen minutes…as long as he didn’t move. Then, then Jasper reached over, slid his hand into Ryan’s pants, and began to tease his dick through the slit again. There was nothing he could do except bite back the moans.

It was the longest movie ending in Ryan’s life, but it was marginally improved by how horny he felt. He was entirely sure he’d be fucked by Jasper in the car, or taken home and fucked, or fucked ere in the bathroom… but Jasper was evil and with a casual air, mildly informed Ryan they were going out to dinner afterwards. Ryan groaned. His balls felt like they were going to explode, but it wasn’t Jasper’s concern when Ryan got to come or not. Milking could always be done later, after a nice slow dinner and drinks. Or perhaps not at all. He would hate to spoil the pent up seed and take away Ryan’s reason to beg him for a morning fuck. …and Jasper did like to hear Ryan beg.

When they were in the parking, Jasper noticed his boyfriend was lingering so he  gave Ryan a swat on the ass, pushing the plug right into his gland. Ryan cried out in ecstasy and fresh hot seed ran down his leg.
“Come on love, hurry up now, or we’ll miss our reservation.”

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Text is fictional. I think this is kinkilike.

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Heinrich’s family were professional nature photographers; over the summer, when he was out of boarding school, he’d go with them on all sort of exotic adventures. For a story on sea turtles, they settled on a beach-side town in Ecuador. Heinrich, bilingual in three languages, quickly made friends with the locals. He learned of a secluded gay spot on the beach and wasted no time introducing himself to the boys. They were all  beautiful and dark and shameless, and Heinrich thought he was in paradise. They were all so nice and friendly. Used to the pale genitalia of other Europeans, Heinrich was fascinated by their tanned flaccid cocks and the dark mahogany color of their balls.

The boy were so nice and let Heinrich touch and explore all he wanted. From watching the other boys, Heinrich learned that cupping another boy between the legs means you’re interested in him. Heinrich got up his courage and pursued a young man he’d fancied, sneaking a hand in to cup Domingo’s plump balls right as a wave knocked him into Heinrich’s arms. He accepted Heinrich’s offer by pushing him back into the sand with a heavy kiss.

They barely made it back to the towel before they collapsed on top of it, grabbing the body oil and rutting like animals on the hot sand. Dominigo pinned the German boy down and took him hard, marveling at how his cock looked being swallowed up Heinrich’s alabaster ass. They ignored the cat calls from other gay beach-goers, lost in carnal lust of one-time sex.

Heinrich became very fond of Ecuador and later moved there to attend college. The beach boys gave him a nickname – Blanco – as a sign that he had been accepted as one of them.

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Text is fictional. Source is…porn, I guess. Sources are hard to find lately.

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Gregor and his friends wanted to make sure they passed their high school finals so they could all go off to college together. Their grades were decent enough, but corruption run rampant in their school system and a teacher could flunk a test because he or she simply felt like it. The boys knew they had been rambunctious this school year, that they could have done more homework, and had gotten in trouble for sucking cock in the bathroom and being late to class.
Lucky for them, the boys knew of a certain school administrator with a thing for young men. It wasn’t a secret that he would leer at their butts and crotches and it was rumored he stole underwear from the locker rooms. So, Gregor and his friends decided to use their toned bodies as a bribe to get what they wanted.

Their parents were so proud when the test results came in the mail.

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“No no don’t pull out! I’m so full of you and your cum… awww nooo.”
“Too sensitive to keep it in there boy, you milked me too good. Plus I wanted to see my load dripping out of your ass. Hm, your hole is still twitching for me too. I bet you spend a lot of time in this park spreading your legs to anyone with meat between their legs.”
“Please put it back in, please fuck me again,” he whimpers, “I felt so full…your cock is so long, please~”
I look around, “Hey! You over there! Come fuck this slut, he needs another cock in his ass and I’m all outta cum." 

I was happy to sit by and fondle myself as I watched the boy get a fresh, hard fucking from a horny man until my refractory period was over and I could get back in his wet, tight ass. He wrung me totally dry. God, I love this park.

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Twenty minutes now. He was late. The waiter stopped by my table, his brow furrowing in concern, “Your date still isn’t here yet?”
“No,” I sigh, “He’s not picking up either.”
The waiter clucks at me, “You poor thing, I hope you don’t get stood up. Here, I brought you a coffee, on the house. No fun sitting there drinking cold water.”
When he set it down, he let his hand brush against mine. Our eyes met and he glanced away before a blush rose to his cheeks.
“Thank you,” I smiled, “I love coffee. Do you have cream by any chance?”
He was trying not to smile and bit on his lip, “I do.”
I watched him sashay off, bending over the bar to ask the bartender for a little thing of cream although he was supposed to get it from the kitchen. Oh he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Richard!”
I glanced up. “You’re Kenneth?” I stood up and shook his hand.
“Hi yes, I’m Kenneth nice to meet you. So sorry I’m late. My ex, ugh.” He sat down and buried his face in a menu, “God I hope this place isn’t too expensive…”
“You picked it,” I reminded him, trying to recover from his whirlwind arrival.
“I didn’t have time to check the menu before hand, sorry.”
“…Ooook.”

When the waiter brought the cream over, he looked startled to see the other half of the table occupied. He looked crestfallen and set the creamer down without a word. He went back over to the hostess stand to gossip with the girl there; they both looked at me. She shook her head.

The date was not going well. Kenneth was distracted, kept checking his phone too much. He was rude to the waiter, then got petulant when I defended him.
“What’s wrong with being a bit swishy?” I demanded.
“I just…I mean if you’re gay, why advertise?”
I scoffed. “It’s not advertisement, it’s confidence!”
Kenneth rolled his eyes. “Why are you defending him, he’s just the waiter!”
I was on the edge of a good rant and hyped up on caffeinated coffee, “He might be just a waiter but he’s been more polite than you have been, by far.”
Kenneth glared at me and snapped his menu shut. He was busy checking his phone again and didn’t see the waiter come up behind when he said, “Uh whatever, I bet the waiter isn’t even homo. That nose of his, he’s kind of ugly, I dunno who’d want to sleep with him.”

The color left my face. The waiter’s face collapsed in hurt and wounded pride. “Wait!” I called as he ran to the bathroom. “Shit!”
Kenneth looked over his shoulder, “What? Oh was that him?”
“Fuck this shit. Get out of here Kenneth the date is over. You were late, you’re rude, and you’re more interested in your phone than manners.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Oh I can.” I threw down my menu and left the blond open-mouthed at the table. Other waitresses and guests were staring. I made a dash to the bathroom where I found the waiter sulking in a stall; his eyes were red.

“Hey…” I knocked, “I’m so sorry he was such a dick.”
The waiter sniffled. His accent came out heavier when he was upset, “My mother said my nose gives me character..”
“I like your nose,” I added.
“Really?”
“Matter of fact,” I said, “If I’m receiving your broadcasts correctly, I’d rather sleep with you than Blondie McRudepants out there.”
“…You would?”
“How about right now?” I shut the stall door behind us and bolted it shut.

The waiter’s eyes went huge. I stepped toward him and he met me halfway, our mouths colliding in frantic kisses. I undid his belt and his nice slacks melted to the floor like ribbons. I began to pump his cock to get it nice and hard, my fingers wandering to the back for his pussy. He moaned and pushed his ass out. I gave it a good hard smack, made him suck on my fingers, then I pushed my wet digits into him. Kenneth was wrong, he’d definitely been fucked before. My eager bottom radar was rarely wrong. Oh he was so horny. It was delightful to feel his flesh expanding in my hand.

I tore at my pants until my own cock was free; too distracted for buttons, I just went with the zipper.  When he saw it jutting out, he whimpered. I slid another finger into him and his whole body shuttered.
“What’s your name?” I was speaking directly into his mouth.
“Otto,” he replied, the words muffled cause I was playing with his tongue.
I pushed him against the cool tile wall and spread his cheeks with my hands. I pulled a condom and a tube of lipbalm out of my pocket and coated my cock with it. Emergency methods.

I was in him in seconds, his body just swallowed me up into his guts. “Oh fuck Otto!” I grunted into his shoulder, working that ass as hard as I could in crepe soled shoes on a slick tile floor. The sounds of my torso and balls smacking against his ass resonated in the empty bathroom. “Touch yourself, do it!” I barked, busy with both hands around his waist. He obeyed instantly, happily jerking his pert cock.

“I wonder how many other customers you’ve fucked right here in this bathroom…you live to serve, and serve to live don’t you?” He whimpered an “oh god yes” and came the second I pinched his nipple through his white dress shirt. When his body seized around mine, I filled the condom with the load of cum I’d been saving for the blind date. Our breathing was entirely too loud in this silence.

Otto cursed in a language I didn’t know, then said, “Oh my god, …christ…”

“Lick my hand.” I put it in front of his face, “Lick your seed off my hand.”
He did so without question, his tongue getting every groove. I bit off a groan as it slid between my fingers.
“Now the wall.”
Otto hesitated, but he was a good boy and dropped to the floor to lick the wall clean. 

I tied off the condom and when he stood, I slid it into his vest pocket, “I want you to carry this all through out your shirt to remind yourself what a good bottom you are. And this is for your excellent service.” I slid a $50 in there as well my card with my number on it. I gave his ass a squeeze. “Call me.”

I left him fucked and dazed, pantsless in the restaurant bathroom. His hole was still twitching from the loss of my cock and the scent of sex lingered heavy.

When I came back out to the dining area, Kenneth was gone. I didn’t care. I had a great time. Two days later, Otto left me a voice mail: “Hellooo. I really enjoyed being your waiter that evening. I was wondering Would you like to make another reservation?”

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The art world is buzzing about the newest avant-garde art installation at the Homme Gallery. It’s called “The Male Orgasm” and it’s interactive. The exhibit is in its own room; only one patron may enter at a time. Undressing is optional, but critics say that being nude brings a deeper appreciation and understanding of the installation.

Kristoph never used to be one for the arts, but his boyfriend Saul wanted him to be more cultured, so they went along together. It was Saul that encouraged his hesitant lover to get in line and participate in this special installation. He did, and Kristoph left with a fantastic new outlook on the world of modern art.