by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Blake rests on the bed after his post-morning orgasm. From where he is on the bed, Blake can see into the bathroom. His houseboy Neil is putting a plug in. He usually showers after Blake leaves for work. Blake sighs. He counts the amount of times he had his houseboy service him in the last week. Then the last two weeks. Blake ran out of fingers on both hands. Blake stares at his hands. God, I’ve been so lazy. When did I go out last? When did I last have a hook up? I can’t remember the last time I even checked Grindr.

“Boy?”
“Yes sir?” Neil replies.
“You can have the evening off. I’m going out after work.”
“Oh? That’s not on the schedule, what inspired that decision?”
“I have become a bit of a homebody. I think I need a change of scenery,” Blake explains.
“Would you like me to find you mdma or anything for your Friday night out?”
“No thank you, boy. But prepare for a guest. I may bring someone home.”
Neil nods. “I’ll plan for three for breakfast.”

Blake was putting on his coat to leave for work when his houseboy came downstairs with a duffel bag. “Here you’re going to need this.”
“What’s in here?” Blake asks as he took it.
“You can’t go out this evening dressed in your work clothes, Sir.”
Blake puts the strap over his shoulder and unzips the duffel. Inside is a mesh top, leather pants, his Doc Martens, and his leather harness. “How could I ever think to go in my work clothes,” he mutters to himself, a tad embarrassed. In the side pocket is condoms, electrolyte powder, and poppers. “You are a wonderful houseboy, thank you.” Blake kisses him on the lips.
“Thank you Sir.” Neil beams.

Blake walks to the car feeling taller. He couldn’t wait to get off work tonight. It had been too long since had gone hunting in the dark basements of techno clubs. He swore he would not return home alone. If things went really well, maybe three-for-breakfast could have a second meaning.

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Steven was woken up at 2 in the morning with a gentle nudge and the sensation of someone climbing into his bed. “Roll over, I need your ass.”
Steven did as he was told. At first he wasn’t sure if this was Jason or Jack, they sounded as much as they looked alike, but as he felt the breech inside of him Steven could tell it was Jason just by the length.
“Damn girl wouldn’t put out tonight,” Jason grumbled. He grabbed a hold of Steven’s thighs and pounded him, grunting as he poured out his frustration into the tight heat of Steven’s ass. Steven was still half asleep but was kept awake by the heady sensation of arousal building with every thrust of Jason’s cock. He moaned softly. He loved feeling a man inside of him. If this was a dream, he waned it to stay this way.

Jason jackhammered his ass with hard smacks until he finished with a loud grunt and a hard upward thrust. “Fuck, fuck!” he hissed through clench teeth as he unloaded his blue balls up Steven. “Oh sweet lord in heaven, fuck. Yeah that’s it.” He pulled out until the head caught and then pushed in to the hilt. More cum shot out. Steven shuddered and broke out in goosebumps.
“Yeah that’s it. Fuck.” Jason exhaled. He sat back and pulled his cock out. Steven whined at the loss of it. Jason’s seed dripped down his ass. Jason gave one cheek a smack. “Thanks boy. You’re the best thing about this frat, seriously.”
“Uh – thank you,” Steven managed.
“Damn straight. Man, I feel better. Damn girl blue balled me. I don’t need her, fuck that.” Jason got off the bed and pulled on his pajama pants. “Thanks, see ya in the morning.” He left and closed the door behind him.
Steven laid down on the bed and groaned; it had been too short. He reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer and masturbated furiously until he came all over his his hand.
Steven woke up in the morning bleary and sticky. He didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, and he was grossed out when he realized it. What if one of the other guys in the frat came in to see him this morning and found him like this? Steven chided himself and hurried to strip the bed and get into the shower. Oh man, what if Jack made a rare visit this morning? There’s no way he’d fuck Steven if his brother’s load was still in him. Steven would have kicked himself if that was the case. What a pity it would be to lose a chance at Jack’s cock. Thing was tapered and felt like taking a traffic cone.
Steven put the sheets in the basket. Hm, Jack woke up at 8 right? If he hurried, he could be there to see if that magnificent cock needed some attention. Steven turned on the shower and wondered what the twins’ dad was like. He must be hung like a bull to produce studs like Jack and Jason! Steven was so lucky they were both in his frat. “I need to thank that man one day,” he said to himself as he got into the shower.

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ultrasublimedelusion:

(via randywolf, randywolf, iluvthemalebody)

👅🍒💦

Tanner looked down at his cock and sighed. Why did he shave his pubes for a guy? Why? It looked so silly. “Oh the stupid things we do for men,” he said to himself. He gently worked his fist up and down his shaft as it stiffened in his hand. Well it did make his cock look bigger, but more pitiful. It was extra-naked! Tanner gave it some sympathy strokes. “Don’t you worry, it’ll grow back. We’ll do some nice exfoliating and skin care, and then I’ll find you a nice man to play with you and who can milk you dry – make you shoot all the way across the room! I owe it to you, that last one was a real mistake. I blame the alcohol.”
Tanner could have sworn his erection seemed a bit prouder now. I think I have a nice cock though,” he said to himself. “Someone out there has to love my thick chubby cock in a small pair of panties though. Just have to find that person who won’t be able to keep their hands off me, maybe someone who will lean over and whisper in my ear at the line in Starbucks: Are you horny sweetheart? Is the silk rubbing on you the right way? Why don’t we go into the restroom before we leave and see how far your foreskin is pulled back and how wet you are.”
Tanner groaned and increased his speed. “Fuck, I should have stayed home and focused on myself this weekend instead of going out. Even my fantasies are making me hotter than that guy ever did!”

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by ccallenreese

projectdarkjupiter:

tbc

He’s having a chat with Sharon in the marketing department. I linger nearby with two drinks, pretending to consider some art on the wall with Sean in my peripheral vision. I note how much his leg is bouncing, how his hands are moving, how he’s participating into a conversation. Sharon gets a text from her babysitter and politely excuses herself to make a call.
I take that opportunity to walk up to Sean and hand him a glass. Sean relaxes and gives me a look of relief. “Thank you.” He takes the ginger ale and sips.
I put my palm on his shoulder and run my hand back over his spine until I can gently grip him at the base of his neck. I rub the pad of my thumb side against the thin metal circlet under his shirt. As I do this, Sean straightens his back and his chin lifts ever so slightly.
“You’re been a good boy, Sean,” I murmur softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
Sean flushes. “Th-thank you Sir. I mean. David.” He glances around to make sure no one heard that and clears his throat. He sips his drink again.
“I mean it. I know how much you hate formal parties, but you still came here as my spouse and are doing a beautiful job. You are going to be rewarded for your behavior when we get home, as you are impressing me quite a bit tonight.”
“T-thank you Sir.” Sean fusses with his tie.
“Also, I cannot take my eyes off you in that outfit. I’m likely going to make you wear it while I’m rewarding you.”
Sean swallow with a noticeable bob. He shifts in his chair, uncrosses, and recrosses his legs. “Sir,” he whispers.
He doesn’t correct himself either time, and I remind myself to not get Sean into an embarrassing situation for himself. I let my hand melt away as Sharon comes back into the room. “Sorry about that, my son broke a glass bottle and got a bit of a cut.”
“Oh that’s quite alright, is he ok?” Sean says.
“He’s fine, thank you. Nothing a band-aid can’t fix.”
 “That’s a relief,” I add.
Sharon glances at both of us. “You two look like you’re posing for a painting, with you standing behind Sean like that. You seem so compatible, how did you two meet, if I may ask?”
Sean is happy to answer. I sit on the sofa and pepper comments in, as I sip my drink and observe him being social and playing his role as my faithful spouse. I’m the only gay man in my company, and I know Sean is a source of curiosity and interest amongst my conservative peers. If only they knew we weren’t married, but he was my collared boy. What would they say, oh what would they say? 

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Arnold was checking his tan lines when a shadow fell over him. He puts his arm down.
“Can I help you?”
The boy bit his lip. “I noticed you have an erection.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.”
“Well, I do. I was wondering if I could suck you and relieve it for you.”
Arnold leans back and considers the young man’s offer. “Are you expecting money for this?”
The young man scoffs. “Is my technique worth money? Yes. It’s worth of lot of money, but my priority here isn’t income. It’s cock. And my desperation to run my tongue up your balls.” 
“You are forward aren’t you.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.” The boy says and grins.
That wins Arnold over and the corner of his mouth lifts. “You can start on my balls first, and if you do well, I’ll feed you my cock and my load.”
The boy breaks into a smile and does a little clap. “Yyyeesss. Thank you Sir.”
“Sir, huh. And you’re polite too. What’s your name, boy?”
“Sebastian.”
“Sebastian, nice to meet you. I’m Arnold.”
“Oh, Arnold, the pleasure is going to be all mine.”

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by ccallenreese

rumpusboom:

#Daniel Montoya

Cam exhaled. “Wait wait, do it again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, pull it down and up again.”
Jake pulled the thong down and brought it up. “Like that?”
“Yeaaah… do it again.”
Jake grinned at Cam over his shoulder. He made a show about pulling the thong down while bending all the way over, making sure Cam could get a nice view of his hole and his balls. There was a groan behind him. Jake pulled the thong up slowly …slowly…until he was standing upright, and he made a dramatic show of lifting the thong back into place and letting the side straps sit on his hips. “How was that?”
“Well. I’m hard again.”
Jake barked out a laugh. “I’m flattered. How is that possible though you just fucked me five minutes ago. I’m pretty sure the condom in the trash is still warm.”
“I have no idea, but we still have one more condom right?”
Jake picked up the box. “Yeah we do. You serious, you want to go again?”
“Fuck yeah I do, get the lube and bend over the arm of the sofa.” Cam stood up and walked over while untying his sweatpants.
“I thought you wanted me to make dinner,” Jake teased as he rested his forearms on the arm of the sofa.
Cam grabbed a big handful of Jake’s ass. “This rump is my dinner.” He smacked it.
“God, I love it when you smack my ass like that.”
“Like this?” Cam did it again.
“Y-yeah. Fuck, now I’m hard. Bent over the arm of the sofa like this feels so slutty.”
“Wait until you’re being fucked over it.”
Jake put his head down and groaned. “Fuuuuck yeah, we’re doing it, fuck me again, Cam, fuck me!”
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Patrick fussed with the edge of his underwear for like the tenth millionth time that day. There was a bruise under the skin and the fabric kept rubbing on it. When he got home, he immediately took his pants off and had a look in front of the floor length mirror in the closet. To his surprise, Patrick couldn’t see a visible bruise. Maybe there was a faint purple shadow but in the dim light, it was hard to tell. He rubbed the spot and went to find a pair of sweatpants to put on.
He thought perhaps because the butt was mostly fat, that maybe a bruise on the muscle wouldn’t show up on skin the way it would on an arm or leg. Still that meant Brian had really been squeezing his ass quite hard to leave a bruise that deep.
Brian did have large, strong hands; when Brian had pinned Patrick’s wrists to the bed, he was utterly immobilized. It was rare anyone had the strength to do that to him. Being controlled, dominated like that, was almost terrifying, but the sex had been on another level. One hand on Patrick’s ass, one hand on his hip…driving his cock in like a piston over and over…
Patrick coughed and cleared his throat. He felt warm all over. Goddamn, he thought, he’s still getting under my skin. Wait. Brian had a hand on his hip right? Patrick wandered back into the closet and pulled the edge of his underwear and sweatpants down on his left side. There was a faint purple mark there, unmistakable as a fingerprint sized bruise. “Jesus Christ, he tenderized me like a piece of meat!” Patrick said to his reflection.
He pulled up his pants and rubbed his butt absentmindedly as he walked out of his bedroom. “Fuck, I really want to call Brian now….”

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