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“Daddy I’m having a crisis,” Dillon emoted to his phone.
”What’s a matter sweetheart?”
”I cannot figure out what to wear to the Pride parade. It’s going to be warm, so I’m just not sure what’s going to be a good fit and be comfortable to sweat in. Cause you know we’re dancing afterwards.”
“Hell yeah we are. Is there one piece at all you’re thinking about?”
“Um I got the underwear that’s it?”
“Show me?”
Dillon walked over to the mirror and held up the phone so he was Facetiming his reflection to Trevor.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed. “You’re wearing the pink ones I got you.”
Dillon smiled demurely. “Thought you’d like that. Felt festive.”
Trevor studied the screen. “Fuck it. That’s all you’re wearing.”
“Yeah, that’s all I picked out,” Dillon said.
“No, I mean, that’s all I’m allowing you to wear. You’re going just like that. You looking perfect.”
There was a pause as that sank in. “In my UNDERWEAR?”
“Yep. No different than being at the beach or the pool and that’s in public right?” Trevor said.
Dillon tried to stammer out a reply.
“We’ll keep some clothes in the car if you want to cover up. I’ll slather you in sunscreen, you’ll get a nice tan. We can put some glitter on your pecs.”
Dillon could see Trevor was enjoying this. “I mean, if you think so…”
Trevor suddenly laughed. “Oh my god.”
“What?”
“My niece went as a fairy for Halloween last year. I’m going to ask my sister if she still has the wings. So you-” he was having trouble talking he was laughing so hard. “So you can be Twinkerbell.”
Dillon cackled. “Twinkerbell? Oh my god.
Trevor wiped tears out of his eyes. “Yes. With pretty pink wings and a glitter and a wand.”
“Fucking hell. That’s both evil and brilliant. I’m kind of hating how much I’m loving this idea though…Twinkerbell. How do you come up with these things?”
“I have no idea. But we are covering you in glitter.”
“I love glitter.”
“I know that, because I find it everywhere.”

Dillon sat on the bed. “It’s like little bits of my love stick to you all over.”
“Awww. God I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
“Not more than me. I’m gonna go call my sister, but I’m serious. You are not putting on any more clothes. Except shoes and socks. Do you have pink socks?”
Dillon scoffed. “Of course I do.”
“Good. Wear those.”
“Yes Daddy.”

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nips-and-butts:

Jeff wiped his hands on a rag. “Well, I can get it running, but if you want to give it to your dad for his 50th birthday, you’re gonna need to replace a few of the lines for longevity, plus mitigate the rust on the undercarriage, and do the interior work on it as well. Won’t be cheap. You have a budget for this?”
“I have money saved up, and my uncle’s family is going to chip in since it was their dad’s car. Plus you know.” Brazos pushed down his pants. “This as much as you wanted.”
“What are you – woah! Dammit boy, careful with that, you could get in some trouble out here.”
Brazos sighed. “I know, but it’s frustrating.”
“How did you know I’m into that anyway?” Jeff whispered.
“Rumors,” he said with a smile.
“Have you been talking to Ted again?”
“We didn’t talk much, our mouths were busy.”
“Good god.” Jeff sighed. “It’s the gay cabal of Nebraska. Show me your underwear again.”
Brazos pushed his pants down again.
“You get some silk thongs and I’ll do it. I can’t handle you wearing underwear belonging to a teenage girl.”
Brazos buttoned his pants. “They’re um. My sister’s.”
Jeff sighed. “Good lord. Looks like I have two projects this summer.”
“Two?”
“Yeah. Fix your dad’s truck, and turn you into a proper twink before you go back to college.”
“I’m not a twink,” Brazos insisted. “I’m a good ol’ country boy.”
Jeff laughed. “Bless your heart. I think I’m going to like these projects.”

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indirectly:

Angel lifted his butt and watched it drop back into his place. It was not firm and muscular, but squishy and round. His abs were hidden under a soft paunch, and his legs would not be defined as toned. His cock was perhaps, something the ancient Greeks would find attractive, but also hidden in foreskin and a bit too much hair.

Angel remembered standing in the front of the mirror as a teenager, cringing, pointing out everything that was wrong. He made, and remade lists, of everything that needed to be fixed or improved. Starving himself hadn’t shortened the list. Exercising until he passed out hadn’t either. And putting out for any man who even looked his way hadn’t made him stop standing in front of the mirror and frowning. So he just covered up and rarely ventured out and kept to himself.

An yet.

This morning, the words of the man at the bar last night rung in his head clear as if they were recorded. The man had gently touched Angel’s arm as Angel passed him perched on a bar stool. “Sweetheart,” he said, in that classic gay lisp of an old New Yorker, “I have to say, I’ve seen you around here all night, and if I wasn’t very taken, I would put you in chastity and keep you as my pet.”

Angel turned around and beamed at his reflection in the mirror. For the first time, the list was blank.

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vallentiro14:

Mickey pulls his sunglasses down to get an unfiltered view. The wind’s blown a magazine off the table and John’s trying to squat down to pick it up, but he’s struggling to reach the magazine because his beefy thighs and thick calves are expanding and bulging the lower he goes. What a beautiful spectacle of male beauty. John’s Speedo is struggling to contain the density of his cakes and the sag of his balls. 
“Good lord,” Mickey mutters under his breath. He has no doubt that John’s solid belly is also getting in the way in the front. John grunts in frustration. Using a chair for assistance, he stands back up and considers the magazine. It’s pages are being mussed by the wind. 
John bends over his time instead of squatting, and Mickey has not closed his mouth in minutes. John still can’t reach the patio – so he spreads his feet so his legs are making an A shape, and with considerable groaning, John pinches some pages moving in the breeze and pulls up the magazine. He shuffles back upright and tosses the magazine on the table, and sets his phone down on it with an indignant thud. 

Mickey applauds. John turns around. “You enjoy watching that?”
“Very much. You should have charged for tickets.”
John flips him off. Mickey laughs. “Hey Daddy can you grab me a sparkling vodka thing please?”
“Sure thing, babe. I want a Diet Coke anyway.” He disappears back into the house.

Mickey splashes some water on himself from the pool and fans himself with his hand. He now has a full understanding for why it feels like he’s being fucked by a train when they’re in bed together. Getting John’s number instead of writing him off as a one-night stand was a “no duh” moment. Mickey hoped John gave him one of those power fucks before he left today. God, did he love feeling tender and drained from it afterward.  

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adangelo80:

himbobunz:

Sexy

“How’s this Daddy?”
“My, what a beautiful cupid you are. You are so tan! I see you are enjoying the pool.”
“It’s so nice to lay out when I get back from my grad classes. I can’t tell you how much I love staying with you Daddy.”
“Pft, that’s my line. I love having you in my house. I like the idea of a cute boy walking around my property in a tiny Speedo when I’m not home.”
“Well that definitely happens. But not today. I’ve been naked today.”
“Ooo. You should just stay naked…at least until I get home.”
“I can do that. I was gonna do some yoga. Should I film it?”
“Yes. Yes please. I want to see your muscles in action.”
“But how are you going to focus at work, Daddy?”
“Who says I’m focusing? I’m thinking of what I want to do to you when I get home.”
“Well in that case. Maybe my videos will give you some ideas. I’m going to go get started <3 I need to get started on dinner by 4.”
“Ok, ok fine. I love how you seem to be settling in though. Makes me happy to see you relax.”
“When you fucked me the first time, I remember just splaying out in your bed thinking that I’d forgotten what it was like to relax… you have a gift, Daddy. I’m happy to have met you.”
“Excuse me, gonna go do a manly cry in the bathroom.”
“Oh no Daddy! I’m sorry.”
“No don’t apologize. Never apologize. Go do your yoga. I’m gonna go have feelings.”
“That made me giggle. Love ya Daddy. Send ya videos soon!”

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Bill glanced at himself in the mirror as he left the bathroom. The scratch marks he spotted before his shower were still noticeable. What a randy little thing he’d picked up last night! Bill paused in the doorway to consider the twink in his bed. Jax was naked except for his socks, twisted in Bill’s stained sheets. He was exceptionally pretty in the daylight. Slim and lightly muscled, faintly furred, proper pouty lips, manicured nails. Bill glanced at his name-brand clothes draped over a chair.
In another era, Jax would have absolutely been a dandy in high society. A daring rapscallion perhaps, a lusty bachelor who never marries. There’s rumors of the social clubs he goes to, and despite have many lady friends he has tea with, none of the rumors are about them…

Bill chuffs breath out of his nose at the image in his head. That should be Jax’s Halloween costume. He’d never fucked a boy in a waistcoat before.

And actually, he’d never fucked such a hot twink before either. Damn Bill, he asked himself, What did you drink last night? Liquid courage? There was also the fact that the twink was locked in a chastity cage. He’d never in his life picked up a boy with one on before, and it’d been a thrilling discovery to find out about it. It was like getting a rare Pokemon card or something – you need knew until you unwrapped it. Bill wondered who locked him, mostly to thank him for Jax writhing under him last night.

Bill walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet aside. To his surprise, there was a dark stain under Jax’s chastity cage. He’d been leaking all night! Despite what shot out last night, it seems there was still more to go. Jax’s cock twitched in its restraint. Bill licked his lips. He was now seeing the untapped potential of a locked boy.

Well, it was bad manners to leave your one-night-stands unsatisfied. Bill dropped the towel and crawled into bed to rouse Jax and greet him good morning.

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carnaltraits:

Vihaan didn’t quite realize just how much he was staring at the blond guy who was drying off from the pool. He was just hypnotized by the way the water sluiced off his body. He was an enticing mix of cute and sexy. Kind of twinky. What made a twink a twink instead of just a regular guy? It may be the pink bathing suit. Vihaan didn’t realize just how much he was staring until the twink turned, and began to rustle with this belongs and pack up to leave.
Vihaan felt a pang of regret. He could stalk him into the shower room, but it felt so creepy to do so. He sighed and wondered what to do. The boy was perfect. He had such a perky butt…

It was dawning upon Vihaan that the blond was walking toward him. He was LOOKIng at him. Vihaan stumbled backwards and slipped on the pool step and nearly fell back in the water. He grabbed the handle and tried to totally pass it off as something he meant to do.

The blond looked amused. He knelt down and placed a folded piece of paper – a receipt actually – on a dry spot on the pool edge. “If you are going to stare, you could at least take me out for coffee and get to know me.”
“Aah-…” Vihaan was so startled he couldn’t figure out what to say. The
blond

smirked, turned, and walked away. Vihaan gawked at his butt. When the young man disappeared into the changing room, Vihaan went for his towel to dry his hands and pick up the receipt. It was a phone number. And it was underlined. In pink pen. “Ohh wow… he really is a twink.” Vihaan tucked the paper into his shoe. He needed to get back into the cooler water so his erection would go away. How soon could he call this boy? An hour? Two hours? Definitely today….

As Vihaan climbed into the pool, an older woman gave him two thumbs up and winked. He groaned.

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I walk into the living room with my coffee. “Oh! There you are. Your
bedroom was empty. Is that the stray lad you brought in last night?”
James nods. I can tell he’s smiling behind his hands.
“You’ve taken quite a fancy to him have you?”
James nods.
“Did you have a bit of a frolic this morning?”
James nods again.
“Well
done. You got in quite late last night too.” You eyes rove over the two
of them. Where are their clothes? And is that a sheet? “James,
honey…are you both twisted up in the sheet?”
He nods.
“Are you stuck because he’s asleep?”
He begins to giggle.
“Oh James, you poor dear. Stuck on top of a naked hunk.”
“I have to pee,” he whispers.
My turn to laugh. “Alright, let’s get you off of him without waking him.” I could tell by the pleased look on his face that he didn’t really want to get up.

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“Soo uh you’re the new team assistant huh? Goodness, you are a cute little thing. Didn’t think there were many twinks in the NFL.”
“Um…thank you, Mr. Thompson?”
“Call me Bill.”
“Ok, Bill,” he squeaks. “Yes, I’m the new team assistant, Gideon. Anything I could, erm, assistant you with?”
“Matter of fact, there is, Gideon,” Bill drawls. “This is a bit embarrassing but my parents weren’t around much when I was a kid. I never learned to tie laces proper. Think you could help secure me before practice?”
Gideon swallowed. “Uhhh yeah. I uh, think i could do that, Mr. Um. Bill Sir. You have the wrong size shoulder pads on too. But I could um, tie your pants there if you want.”
“Sure, boy. Go ahead.”

The assistant glanced at Bill nervously. He took a step forward, hands hesitant to reach out for those laces. Bill had such a bronzed, toned sto-
“You can touch me, you know, if you want.”
Gideon jumped. “I’m not sure that’s ok…”
“No one’s in here. It’s fine. Lotta women like my abs.”
“I’m not a woman,” Gideon.
“But you gotta pussy nonetheless right? I don’t care. Cute is cute.”
Gideon blushed hard at Bill’s vulgar vocabulary. “Mr. Thompson!”
“Sorry, Gideon. I fear I spoke too strongly.”

“A little,” Gideon said shyly, picking up the laces.
Bill smiled at the skinny blond. “Well, to your comfort level then.”
Gideon nodded. He pulled on the laces with one hand, but got distracted with the abs. He ran his palm up Bill’s tight pack of muscle. “Wow,” he murmured.
“You like abs?” BIll asked.
“You have a great body, Sir,” Gideon agreed.
“I do work out a lot to stay at the top of the team. Nice to hear someone noticed.”
“Oh I notice.”
Bill gave a crooked smile. “Do you now? That’s good. I feel like we’ll get along super great this season then.”
Gideon turned pink again. He wasn’t expecting to get hit on by a player so fast! or at all, really. Matter of fact, he was expecting to be bullied. Gideon tucked his head and refocused on Bill’s pant laces when he noticed something…..

“Mr. Thompson!” Gideon cried out, dropping the laces..
“Yes?”
“You are not wearing underwear!”
“Oh shit. I never put on my jock after gym,” Bill replied, and he meant it. “I’m sorry Gideon, I didn’t mean to put my dick in your face the first day.”
Gideon eyed him. “You mean it?”
Bill shrugged. “Well I was hoping to wait until next week…”
Gideon couldn’t help but giggle. “Maybe I’ll want to see it next week. Don’t think I’m going to be team slut from Day 1, though. I don’t give my pussy to anyone so easily.”
“Oh is that so?” Bill asked, stepping forward. “Then I’ll just have something else to work on at practice…”
“Li-like what?” Gideon stammered, feeling hot and bothered.
“Like getting you into the shower naked and letting me fuck you.”
Gideon’s eyes went wide. “Here?”
“Here, my place, a hotel…I don’t care. Just you and somewhere dipping wet.”
“Wow,” Gideon said. “No one has wanted me like that before…”
Bill snorted. “Silly boy. Yes they have. You’re just too naive to know.”
Gideon tried to stammer out a response.

“You hold that thought,” Bill interrupted. “You stay there. I’m gonna go put on a jock. THEN you can tie my pants ok?”
Gideon nodded dumbly. “Yes. Mr. Thompson. I mean, Bill.”
“Atta boy.”
Gideon puffed up a little with pleasure. He was really, really liking his new job. And it would only get better once the other players got here and started changing in the locker room… Gideon wondered what it’d be like to be fucked by Bill in the locker room. His body reacted so fact, he went to splash water on his face to cool down before Bill got back.

If Bill noticed the half chub in his shorts, Bill graciously didn’t say anything.

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“Welcome home Da–mmmmhhh,” Lars melts into a kiss. “Hi Bretty. You taste like chocolate. I missed you so much today.”
“Me too. Been thinking of you all day Lars.”
“Have you?” he asks, batting his lashes. “You missed me too?”
Brett answered by pressing more fierce kisses to Lars’ mouth, plundering him, and leaving him breathless. Brett’s hands soon moved from Lars’ waist to his front and begin to unbutton his pants.
“Oh Daddy’s in a mood isn’t h-mmmphh – oh I love it when you use your tongue~ ah!”
Brett spun Lars around and bent him over the counter top. No time was wasted pulling down his pants until his cock spilled out and his pussy was bare. “Brett!” he cried. 
Brett fumbled in a drawer for lube, but couldn’t find a condom. Fuck it. No time. He slapped a little on, and grabbed tight onto Lars’ hips. “You’re going to let me in right?”
Lars didn’t even get the ‘s’ out in ‘yes’. Brett pushed into his lover in one swift move, making the boy cry out and clamp down tight around him. It gave Brett veritgo – god he loved it when Lars pulled him in! 

“Yeah that’s it, oh god yeah that’s it. Fuck I’ve been wanting your pussy all day, just wanted to see you take me, boy,” Bretty growled. “No – down. Stay down. No touching. Arms on the counter. That’s it.“
Lars obeyed. His body moved independently from his brain. When the angle changed, Brett slid in even deeper. Brett moaned as his pulasting cock was fully enveloped and Lars whimpered as Daddy relentlessly took his ass.. Strong hands cupped Lars’ pecs and squeezed. Lars began to moan as loud as Brett when the fabric of his shirt rubbed against his sensitive nipples. 

Then, when it couldn’t get any better, Brett’s paw-sized hands sought Lars’ cock and began to stroke. All of Lars’ bones just turned to wax. His head drooped. “Oh Daddy! Oh god..Daddy – just- ah fuck feels so good!”
“Not as good as you feel to me,” Brett cooed. “That’s it. Push back on me. Damn you are such a good slut for me. Daddy likes his good slut.”
:I’m your slut Daddy, forever Daddy – my pussy loves you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Brett snickered. He wrapped his arms around his boy’s thin waist. “It’s coming…it’s coming!-…aaaahh, there – there it is! Fuck!” Brett slammed into Lars like a freight train chugging with a hot engine. He bit his lip so hard it drew blood, and exploded into his boy’s body. Lars knew to let Daddy come first, and he was not far behind. When fingers teased his cockhead his knees trembled and cum gushed from his cock. 
“Daddy!” he squeaked. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Lars’ feet cramped from how tight he was curling his toes. “Ohhh Daddy~”

And then it was over. They stilled, panting, connected. The scent of pheromones and sex and cum floated around them. Brett took a moment to enjoy feeling human again and ran his hands over Lars’ body, appreciating him. 
“Now that’s how Daddy likes to be welcomed home.”
“Mmnn,” Lars responded, pressing his forehead to the countertop, feeling like he was only standing because Brett was holding him up. “The feeling is mutual.”

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