I hadn’t even noticed, but it seems we’ve broken 10,000 followers. I’m pretty sure most are inactive or bots, but still, it’s nice. Thank you.
KC cracked his gum and grinned. “Like what you see huh?”
The guy sitting across from him turned red and squirmed. “Like you don’t want people to look. On a public train of all things.”
“I got a big dick, it’s not like I can hide it. But come on, kinda hypocritical aren’t we? Your bulge tells it’s own story. Looks like a metal sleeve to me.” KC’s grin shifted to a smirk.
“Fuck, you can tell?” he whined. He folded his hands over his lap.
KC snorted. “I mean, yeah, but only cause I know what I’m lookin for. And you’re wearing some tight ass jeans. Balls must be feelin kinda tight in there huh? When’s the last time someone let you cum?”
“That’s none of your business.” The guy snapped. He glanced around the train nervously, but this early in the morning there wasn’t many people on – and not at this end of the car.
“Actually, it is my business.” KC cracked his gum again. “Cause I wanna know if you woke up desperately horny this morning and climbed onto someone’s lap. Wanna know if someone put a load up you this morning, and if there’s room for mine. You wet back there?
The guy’s face darkened a shade and swallowed. Under his palm, he felt the jeans turn damp. “Fuck,” he muttered.
KC chuckled. “Guess not. You’d love a fuck wouldn’t you? I bet you’re still super horny from when you woke up huh?”
“Y-yeah…” he admitted. “But I’m always horny. I assume you assumed that.”
“I did. Pretty hot. Are you wearing a plug this morning? Wait no. Don’t tell me. I wanna find out. Let’s get off on Ellen Street. There’s a bathroom at that station, and this early, it’ll be clean. Would love to put my morning load up you.”
“Fuck, I hate how slutty it makes me sound to agree to that, but I’m so horny I feel like sitting on a washing machine would set me off. Can’t take my eyes off that cock of yours…would feel so good up my hole…”
“Have you ever cum from being fucked?”
The young man shook his head. “One of these days. I get so close and then it just slips away. It’s so maddening.”
“Hot.” KC groaned. “I don’t have the time to handle a locked boy, but I’m jealous of who ever handles you. Surprised he doesn’t want your ass first thing in the morning.”
“We don’t-”
We are approaching St. Rufford Square. Next stop, St. Rufford Square. Exit will be on the left.
The young man started again. “We don’t live together, yet. His lease isn’t up.”
“Guess you just have to wait for him to have time to over and milk you.” KC licked his lower lip. “Also hot. Well, I’m here and I got a load-”
The train stopped at St. Rufford Square. People came on. The conversation halted. But KC was still smirking at the guy across the aisle. At Ellen Street, they silently got off the train together.
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ALBERT for Men Magazine, November 1998
“Well, I guess. I could use a $100 after all. Never done this with a guy before…but it’s just touching, so I guess it’s fine. I normally don’t go without underwear, you know. Just forgot to pack a change. Wore my swim trunks to the pool instead. Sort of embarrassed someone noticed.”
“Why be embarrassed if you’re getting a $100 out of it?”
“I uhh – well– when you put it that way-”
I push my hand down his jeans to sample the goods. I like what I feel. Fills my palm nicely. “Let’s go somewhere more private. I have feeling you’re gonna vocal.”
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I stand back, observing him observing the painting. He’s standing at-rest in first position, and I hadn’t even told him to stand like that. I desperately want to point it out because it gives me a thrill, but I bite my tongue. I don’t want to stop see him wearing my training instead of his clothes. My eyes roam down his shapely legs, up to the curve of his ass and the slope of his back. It feels nice to see his familiar form in my vision again.
Even three days away on a business trip to Atlanta is too long to be away from my other half.
“It’s really quite fascinating how I feel I can walk into the painting. Like it’s drawing me in, and down the hallway. But I can’t actually tell if it’s a hallway or a mirror. This is really a fascinating painting. And it’s going to look perfect in that empty spot on the wall that’s driving me nuts.” Matt turns towards me and smiles. “Thank you so much, I love it.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m delighted, and relieved, that the effort was worth it.”
“How did you ever get it on the plane?”
“With great difficulty,” I chuckle. “I had to ship it as cargo. They had a parcel service you can use if your package is under 100 pounds. Very relieved the glass didn’t break.”
“As am I. You went through all that hassle to get that home. I really appreciate that. You always bring me the best gifts from your travels, but this – this I wasn’t expecting.”
“I wasn’t expecting it either,” I admit. “I walked by this gallery with some of the guys from the office when we were on our way to a lunch reservation, and it caught my eye. Came back the next day after my meeting. Second I saw it, I knew you’d like it. It has a similar style to the print in the foyer.”
Matt beams. “The fact you even pay attention to stuff like that that floors me. You’re so considerate Sir.” Matt steps over the bubblewrap and walks over to me for a hug. I embrace him, wanting his body heat against me. I kiss him.
“Are you going to hang it up now?” I ask.
“I’m going to hang up tomorrow.”
“Oh? Why tomorrow?”
Matt scoffs. “Why? You’ve been out of town for like three days, I’m horny as hell and I’m hoping you’ll fuck me so hard I won’t be able to get out of bed until it’s time to make dinner.”
“God,” I say through my teeth. “You are feisty and I missed it. By the way, do you remember that time we couldn’t wait and I fucked you over the hood of my car last month?”
“Yes, yes I do. Very much. The Lexus logo left an impression on my thigh.”
“I jerked off to that on my business trip.”
He giggles. “Really?”
“Really. To say you make me horny is an understatement. “
Matt press his hand between my legs. “It’s quite silly that only one of us is still wearing clothes. Come up stairs, so I can undress you. You need to be thanked for the painting.”
“How are you going to thank me with sex?”
Matt gives me a devilish look. “While you were gone, I learned some new tricks with my tongue.”
I swallow so hard it’s audible. “Uh. Yeah upstairs – upstairs and undressing is good.” I put my phone on mute and toss it on the couch.
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Tony D’Angelo
Fire Fuckers (2022)
“Sit.” Douglas gestured to the couch.
RJ sat. His body pretty much did it on its own at this point.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now?”
“Well.” RJ folded his hands in his lap. “Curiousity, mostly. You told me this wouldn’t be a normal session, and that someone is joining us. But we’re not at the club, we’re in your apartment. And we don’t normally have sessions on Wednesday afternoon. So I’m curious.”
Douglas smiled. “Well, Wednesday was the only afternoon he still had free this month.”
“He?” RJ repeated.
“Yep.” Douglas gestured to the closed guest bedroom door.
“He’s already here?”
“Yep.”
RJ furrowed his brow. “Who is?”
“Well. Before we get to that, ask me why he is here.”
If RJ wasn’t totally confused, he was now. “Ok…why is here, Sir?”
“Well, it didn’t escape me that you’re just about one year sober now.”
RJ blushed. “Yeah, it was Halloween last year when I crashed the car.”
Douglas nodded. “Yes. And I wanted to show how proud of you I was by getting you a gift. So I thought – what would RJ enjoy?” He gestured with an upturn hand. “And then I thought, I know what RJ would enjoy. So I made a few calls. Frank, can you come out here please?”
RJ’s attention snapped to the guest room door. It opened, and a man in a bulky uniform walked out into the living room. He posed.
“Hello, my name is Frank. I heard you set the fire alarm off lately. I’m here to teach you about fire safety.” And then he pulled open his jacket to reveal tattoos and jacked abs.
RJ squealed and covered his mouth with his hands. “Noooo. You didn’t. Douglas are you serious?? You got me a firefighter stripper as a gift?!”
Douglas laughed. “Yes. And he’s actually a real firefighter.”
“NO.”
“Yep,” Frank said. He slapped his jacket. “It’s my old bunker gear.”
RJ made another high pitched noise. “I can’t even fucking think right now. I know Halloween is coming up, but I think we’re calling Christmas off cause nothing is topping this.”
“Oh there’s going to be topping alright,” Frank interrupted.
“He goes all the way,” Douglas added.
RJ giggled behind his hands. “This is amazing. Are you joining us Sir?”
“I’ll be watching. You know, to ensure you are properly punished for setting the smoke detector off.”
“I am such a bad boy.”
“Constantly. But still, I’m proud of you. So enjoy your reward.”
RJ smiled. “Thank you Sir. And I will, I definitely will. And I guess if I’m being punished for fire safety, I should confess to the time I set the carpet on fire when I was 8. Knocked over a candle.”
“Yeah he definitely needs to be punished, I see why you called me,” Frank said to Douglas, and then he turned his attention to RJ. “Say, RJ, why don’t you help me get my bunker jacket off. I’m starting to feel a little warm…”
Douglas tried not to snort. It was so cheesy, but he had to admit Frank knew what he was doing. He used his phone to turn on the music Frank had requested and left to go prepare some drinks in the kitchen. He had a feeling they were both going to be sweating a lot.
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“Hey sweetheart, good morning. Brought you a latte. Gonna be a fun little day trip today huh? Man, I wish I could start this day trip off by fucking you in the back seat too, but there isn’t room in this rental. So, we’re gonna have to wait until we’re outside city limits and pull over. Aw, don’t pout, it hurts my heart. My balls aren’t too happy either. Ya know, I can tell you’re not wearing underwear for me though, and I love that. I can play with your dick the whole way out of town ok? Yeah, thought you’d like that. Go on and get in sweetheart. We got some kilometers to put ahead of us.”
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Zach finds it hard to keep his jaw closed. Bruce looked fine as hell walking around, but watching him bend over captured his full attention. “Damn, your boy looks hot in that. Is that his outfit for the Halloween party?”
John chuckles. “No, that’s his idea of casual wear.”
Zach raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow. “So what’s he going as for the party?”
John grins and calls out to his boy who was on the other side of the living room. “Hey Bruce, tell Zach what you’re going for as Halloween.”
Bruce sets the remote he’d picked up on the coffee table. “Ronald Reagan. Scariest boomer in a suit I could think of.”
“Ok, that’s a pretty scary idea for a room of gay dudes. But uh, I think Ronald Regan was the Greatest Generation, not a boomer,” Zach replies.
Bruce looks confused. “You think Reagan’s generation was the greatest? Seriously? Well I’m going to look at you completely differently now. And he is definitely a boomer.”
Zach chuffs air through his nose. “No, Bruce, sweetheart. The generation before the Baby Boomer Generation was called the Greatest Generation. Baby Boomers were born after World War II.”
Bruce has a blank look on his face. “It has never occurred to me there was another generation before Boomers. Makes sense now that I think about it…”
John chuckles. “Bless your heart.”
“Well I can’t be held at fault for something I didn’t know about! I’m sure most people from that generation are dead anyway.” Zach puts his hands on his hips.
“Well, not most. They’re on their way out though. Regardless, generations are an important context for talking about historical figures,” John replies.
Bruce is half listening. “Wait, if there’s something before Boomers, what came before that? And what comes after Gen Z? Where is my phone? I need to Google this immediately.” He walks out of the room and into the kitchen.
Both Zach and John stare at his ass as he goes.
“Thank god he’s pretty, at least,” John mutters.
“Yeah, seriously,” Zach replies.
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Tyler stares at the wall in horror. There’s still a faint smudge of his cum on the wall from where some big bull named Dan fucked him – three days ago. Good lord, how did he missed cleaning this? And didn’t this place have cleaning crews? Tyler had given the wall a cursory wipe down, but it wasn’t like Tyler had his wits about him much after the fuck – he was high in his headspace, riding the afterglow. How had he missed this though? Red with embarrassment, Tyler removes his Speedo and erases his sin hastily. No one had seen that right? It was barely noticeable. And now it’s gone.
Tyler chides himself. He’s been trying to not stare so much at the men at the gym. It’s been really difficult, being surrounded by so much muscle and testosterone. He just wants to just throw himself at these buff studs and worship all their cocks. Who could fault him for that? Tyler sighs. Cock. What a wonderful thing.
He finishes washing off and contemplates that he should probably jerk off before going to the gym to prevent these types of situations. Tyler reaches for his towel, dries off, and gets out with the towel around his waist. He reaches into his duffel for a comb and drops his goggles in. When Tyler lifts his head, he sees Dan walk into the locker room. Tyler freezes. Dan spots him immediately, smirks, and begins to walk in his direction.
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Jak smiles. “You’re still doing it.”
“Doing what?” Noel asks.
“Pulling back. When I kiss you in public back home, you often do that too.”
“I do?”
“You do. That’s why I don’t do it very often. I think you’re still very shy about being out in public.”
Noel digests this. “Where I grew up, it’s not very safe to be out. It’s a hard habit to shake.”
“We’re on vacation though. Is it unsafe here?”
Noel looks around. “I don’t think so.”
“Remember that lesbian couple we met at brunch? There’s probably more gay couples on this cruise than we realize. They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t safe. And we left from Miami. Not exactly straight paradise.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Noel runs his palm up Jak’s chest. Jak watches him think and circle his nipple with his finger. Without notice, Noel stands on his tiptoes and kisses Jak back. Jak makes a soft noise of surprise. He makes another noise as Noel pushes against him and pins him to the railing. Jak puts one hand on the back of Noel’s shoulder, the other on his head and deepens the kiss with his tongue. He can’t believe Noel’s been holding back so much! He also can’t believe how good his boyfriend tastes after a tequila sunrise.
Jak begins to wonders what else there is to unlock in Noel on his cruise….
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I’m sorry, the NSFW policy is changing? We can post porn again??? Can’t keep a dick down!