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by ccallenreese

silverskinsrepository:

Nick Bosa

“Can I help you, boy?” Toby asked. The young man had been standing in front of him, nervous and fidgeting.
“Um. Sorry, sir, just wondering like, if I could…like, you know.”
“No I don’t know, tell me what you want, boy.”
Nick wrung his hands together. “Just wondering if I could um.” He dropped the tone of his voice to barely audible. “Suck your um. You know, Sir.”
Toby smirked. “Is what you want?”
Nick nodded. His face was tomato red.
“Well lookie what we have here,” Toby said to the locker room. “We gotta cocksucker in our midst, don’t we guys?”
Nick’s eyes went wide. He looked panicked. The other guys in the locker room snickered.
Another man interjected, “Oh come on, boy, don’t waist your spit on him, I got like three extra inches than he does!”
Toby shot him a look. “He couldn’t deep throat a pickle, never mind your cock, give it a rest. Save your load for that twink that always comes in at 8.”
“I – I should- I should go-” Nick stammered and glanced at the door.
“No.”
Nick froze. “You want to suck my cock, you ask for it properly. Acknowledging male superiority and wanting to submit to it is nothing to feel ashamed about. That’s the first step on the road to getting the real good kind of sex.”
“Better than fucking pocket pussy, I know you got one of those!” Another man said, making some of the other guys laugh. Even Toby snickered.
Nick was mortified. “Oh my god,” he groaned.
Toby made a repeated downward motion with his head. “Alright, let’s go easy on him guys, he’s gonna pass out. What’s your name, boy?”
“Nick,” he whispered.
“Focus on me.” Toby pointed to himself.
Nick nodded.
“Ask me politely what you want.”
“May I um, suck you off Sir?” he whispered.
“Louder.” Toby rubbed the inside of his crotch. “Be confident you want this.”
Nick swallowed. “May I suck you off Sir.”
“Say cock. I haven’t heard you say it yet.”
Nick wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “May I… May I please suck your cock off?” He paused. “Sir.”
Toby smiled. “Better. Much better. Yes, yes you may. You are going to start with my balls first, and I don’t want you to try to put all my shaft all down your throat. I do not like teeth. You understand?”
Nick nodded. “Yeah, I understand.”
“Yes Sir. Not Yeah.”
“Yes Sir,” Nick repeated in a hurry.
“Good. Alright, come here,” Toby pointed to the spot on the floor between his knees. He pushed his waistband down and out with his hand so he could put his other hand in and pull his cock out. You could see his hair sticking out.
“Oh my god,” Nick breathed. He felt to his knees easily, and it sort of felt like he half fainted. He put his hand on Toby’s massive thigh and his own cock throbbed with terrible need.
Right in front of Nick’s eyes Toby extracted himself, shaft, balls, all of it. On view. For him. Suddenly they were the only two in the locker room…just Nick, Toby, and Toby’s incredible cock. He was not going to squander this. It took Nick a minute to remember what he was supposed to be doing, he was distracted by the sound of his heart pounding. Oh yeah, balls. Balls first. God, they were huge! Seemed his tongue was also going to get a work out at this gym.

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by ccallenreese

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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Gallery
by ccallenreese

Adam was putting the roast into smaller containers to freeze it when Jeremy came back in the house.
“How’s it going out there?”
Jeremy stomped his boots on the mat on the inside of the glass sliding door. “Fabulous. The 15 year old has taken control of the lighter fluid and I think all of them are sticky.”
Adam laughed. The kids had cabin fever, so he brushed the snow off the firepit and told them to cook their own hotdogs and s’mores for dinner. “The porch isn’t on fire isn’t it?”
“Not yet, but give it an hour.”
“Such faith in our children. Are you escaping the insanity for a second?”
“I have to pee,” Jeremy replied. He put his beanie and scarf over the kitchen chair, struggled out of his boots, and walked to the bathroom.
“Have fun,” Adam called out after him. He was putting things in the freezer when Jeremy called out to him from the bathroom.
“Hey gorgeous.”
Adam turned his head. He made a noise and covered his mouth. Jeremy had propped himself up against the wall next to the bathroom with his hand; he was wearing only his long-johns from the waist down and had a rather smoldering look on his face.
“Oh my god Jeremy,” Adam squeaked. “That’s…that’s a hell of a silhouette.”
Jeremy’s cocky smile split into a grin. “The kids are occupied outside. Wanna sneak off for a quickie?”
Adam flushed a pretty shade of pink. He could not tear his gaze away from that large shadow in Jeremy’s pants, and god it had been a while. Too long of a while. Adam cleared his throat and forced himself to look up. Jeremy had that same mischievous sparkle to his eyes he had as a college student, and Adam’s heart began to race. He walked briskly up to Jeremy, grabbed a fist of his sweater, and dragged him down the hall. “We gotta be quick before one of the five notices we’re gone.”
“Or they burn down the porch.”
“The porch can burn, I’m not getting interrupted from this.”
Jeremy gasped softly under his breath. “Woah, that was spicy. I didn’t know you had spicy in you.”
Adam smirked at him and shut the bedroom door behind him.

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by ccallenreese

hotdogsfordinner:

Every day is laundry day

“Goddammit, why is it beeping at me? How on Earth does my houseboy know how to use this machine? He went home to visit his family two days ago, how am I gonna survive three weeks without him?” Lin poked the dryer for a bit longer, than gave up and went to text his houseboy. The houseboy demanded a photo of Lin’s abs for payment for working off the clock.
“Why not a photo of my cock?” Lin asked.
“Cause that’s something I enjoy most when I simply feel it more than look at it.” His houseboy responded.
Lin gave an aggravated sigh. Why was he gone a month?? He was actually going to have find other people to fuck. On his own. The audacity. Ugh, maybe he could con someone into doing his laundry for sex… Lin blinked. “Oh my god I’m so spoiled and pitiful.”

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Gallery
by ccallenreese

Victor rubbed his arms and shivered under his wool coat. It had been so warm in the house that he couldn’t bear the thought of putting on his wool undershirt under his knit sweater, and he was regretting it now. He pulled out his pocket watch with numb fingers and checked it. Four past the hour. He didn’t know what to make of the situation? Was he late? Was he early? He could only wait.

The snow was fine as powdered sugar, and it felt as if God had removed the sound. A flash of movement on Victor’s right side made him turn his head, and he was rewarded as an owl swooped over the pathway and into the trees on the other side. His gasp was the loudest sound. Victor put a hand over his heart. He looked for the owl, but it had disappeared like a ghost. Victor was pondering how soft and warm an owl must be to survive an English winter, when he heard the footsteps.

Victor turned around and sighted the figure. The red color of the cape identified the man and Victor exhaled in relief. He waited for Paul to approach.

As they got closer, Victor waved. Paul waved back. They stopped a few feet apart.
“You came,” Paul said with a tone of amazement. “I didn’t think you would on a night like this.”
“You slipped me a note at great risk to yourself. I found it very exciting, so of course I came.”
“No one questioned you leaving your house?”
“Only my father was still awake, and I said it was stuffy and I wanted to clear my head.”
Paul shook his head and snow fell off his hat. “You should be an actor.”
“I feel as if I’m acting every day.” Victor’s gaze lowered to the floor.
Paul lifted his chin with a gloved finger. “I dislike it too, but we must survive, Victor.”
Victor grasped his hand and pressed the palm to his cheek. He sighed as he nuzzled it.
“It makes me sad to hear you sigh at Christmas, but hopefully this will cheer you up,” Paul said. With his other hand, he produced a brown parcel from under his coat.
“A book?” Victor asked. He let Paul have his hand back.
“Yes. A special book.”
Victor took it with both hands.
“Where are your gloves?”
“Forgot to grab them,” Victor muttered.
“Silly boy.”
“Should I wait to Christmas morning or …?”
Paul shook his head. “No, open it now. It will need to stay a secret, like us.”
Victor gently undid the twine and peeled back the layers of brown paper. It showed a blank cover, so he turned the book over. He gasped for a second time on this adventure. “A Picture of Dorian Grey! Oh Paul, how did you get a copy of this!”
“The publisher knows our store well, but I knew my father would send them back if I ordered directly. So I wrote to them in private and had them shipped to the library instead. I’m going to be selling them quietly, but I saved the best one for you.”
Victor gazed fondly at the book. “An Oscar Wilde novel of my own. Oh Paul it’s wonderful. Thank you so much.”
Paul was smiling. “I’m so happy you like it. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Paul.” Victor rose up to tip toes and pressed a soft kiss to Paul’s lips.” Paul couldn’t hide his surprise. Victor was suddenly, painfully aware of what he had done and blushed furiously. “I’m so sorry, pardon-”
Paul returned his affection. Victor grabbed onto his arm to steady himself as everything was spinning.
When they broke the kiss, their breath fogged the area between them.
“Oh my,” Victor blushed.
“I have to say, I quite like being a book seller.”
Victor giggled. “I quite like you being the local book seller.”
Paul smiled. “You are a light in my life.”
“As you are mine.”
Paul stole another kiss. “Please head home and warm your hands now. I worry about you, my little actor.”
“I shall be fine. I feel quite warm, actually.” Victor tucked the book inside his sweater. “I assure you I will get home safe.”
“I will watch you go then. Good night, Victor.”
“Good night Paul.” It was hard to turn and leave, but it had to be done. Victor glanced over his shoulder once, twice, until the red cape was just a shape in the snow.

Victor began the trip home, trying to remember how to walk normally. He wanted to sprint home and dive under the covers. He couldn’t wait to start the book, despite the late hour. However, Victor was sure that first he was going to spend some time in bed, undressed, thinking about that warm kiss and imagining the hand stroking him was Paul’s. Sometimes, being an actor worked out in his favor.

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by ccallenreese

empusa6:

“Are you taking photo of my pussy?”
“Hell yes I am. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life.”
“Aaahhh Papi, you’re so sweet. Making me even more horned up talking like that.”
“You have such a gift, Carlos. Much like a gorgeous cake, it almost seems sacrilegious to wreck it.”
“But Papi, if you don’t, then all the hard put into making it gorgeous goes to waste doesn’t it? It’d be such a shame if no one got to take a bite and taste it.”
John put his phone down and made circles on Carlos’s butt with his palms. “It would be a shame,” he sighed. “If I showed my friends this photo of your ass and told them I hadn’t fucked it, they would commit me to a mental asylum.”
“I promise you my ass will be so good, and your cock will love it so much, you’ll end up there anyway. Driven insane but how tight and perfect my ass is.”
“Is that why you were available? Cause you had to commit another client?”
Carlos laughed. “No, most of my clients are out of town. A lot of them are married you know, have to go home to families for Christmas.”
“Well I’m IN town because of Hannukah. So that worked out.”
“Married?”
“No. I thought about it, but no. Someone has to breed and seed men who need cock like plants need water, and I’m not wasting any time deny myself that fun.”
Carlos exhaled a shaky breath and broke out into goosebumps. “Madre de dios, I love a confident alpha man. Fuck, I’m even hornier now. Breed and seed me, Papi. Take me really hard.”
“You think your bed can hold us?”
“The bedframe is steel,” Carlos bragged.
“Damn straight it is.” John pulled back the thong string and let it snap back. Carlos yipped. "Alright, let’s cut the cake. What flavor is it?”
“Horchata,” Carlos purred.
John cupped his bulge and stroked it, making Carlos shiver. “That sounds about right – I do like the size of this cinnamon stick.”
“Oh papi~ please fuck me I’m begging you!”
John hadn’t let go of Carlos as he leaned over to run his tongue along side the thong string. “Alright alright, but first, a taste…”

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