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Their lips touch, dance, back and forth. Charlie pulls back a couple inches and opens his eyes. He startles when he sees RJ’s green eyes looking back at him.  Charlie’s face feels warm. “Um. I didn’t realize you were into me.”
“Do you understand now?”
“I’m starting to.” Charlie stammers.
“I thought you would have realized it when I found you skinning dipping and asked to join you.”
Charlie’s thoughts are interrupted by RJ’s leg brushing against him. For a second he mistakes it for the man’s cock and his thoughts swerve out of their lane. “Uh. Well.” He wipes some water off his face. “Just was kind of happy you wanted to be naked and swim with me. Even if it was just as friends. Didn’t want to get my hopes up…”
“What you were hoping for?” RJ whispers.
“This,” Charlie admits. It’s barely audible.
RJ brings his hand out of the water and lifts Charlie’s chin. He smiles and kisses him again. “Come here. Come closer.”
Charlie pulls himself forward using the wall until he definitely feels RJ’s cock brush against his hip. It’s warm. He moans and pushes against it; goosebumps break out across his skin. Charlie wants to hold back, but his resolve seems to be dissolving in the water.

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Jason pushes his shirt up.
“Above the nipples,” Paul states in that firm baritone.
Jason does but he’s averting Paul’s gaze.
“Beautiful.” Paul runs his palm down Jason’s flat stomach. He pushes his fingers into his hair and curls his fingers around Jason’s penis. It’s heavy, but not fully hard.
Heat rushes into Paul’s hand. This makes him smirk a little. Jason moves his knees together but Paul puts a hand on his thigh. “No, pet.” Jason vocalizes in protest. His cheeks are pink as hell. Paul looks him over and shakes his head slightly in amusement. He figured Jason would get less embarrassed over time, but he is still shy as ever. It’s utterly exploitable. Paul continues his motions, bringing Jason to full stiffness.

Once satisfied, Paul lets his hand fall away and examines his work. Jason’s cock bobs in mid-air, dark red. “Excellent.” He pushes Jason back so he falls back, head on the pillow. Jason exclaims in surprise and blinks up at Paul, startled.
“Just taking a shortcut, pet. For some reason, you’ve made me impatient today.” Paul reaches for the lube. Jason’s eyes follow him. He swallows hard. Paul lubricates his throbbing erection, staring directly at Jason, making sure he’s watching.
“After all this time, is it still hard for you to stare at another man’s cock?”
Jason swallows hard, again, but doesn’t answer.
“Do you not look at yourself in the mirror?”
“It’s different,” he stammers.
“Oh is it?”
“Y-yeah.”
Paul tilts his head a little. “I suppose it is all different for you. You know, being straight and all.” He tosses the lube aside and pushes up Jason’s legs, leaving slick fingerprints on his legs. Jason gives him a helpless look of mild fear and panic. Paul loves how hard this expression makes him feel. He is quite surprised every time Jason makes it this far. The first time was a drunken escapade that could have easily been discarded and forgotten, but when Jason came back to him? Paul does not understand it, but he has seized the opportunity regardless.

Jason is always tight because he refuses to practice. Paul would love to stretch him, but on the flip side, watching Jason’s face contort in discomfort and feel his muscular body wiggle under him nearly brings Paul to orgasm. He pins his shoulders to the bed and waits for Jason to adjust to Paul’s cock inside him. Paul feeds him one inch at a time, never compromising or hinting that anything less than all is acceptable. Because it won’t work if he doesn’t hit Jason’s prostate. The whole game will be spoiled.

Paul needs to see Jason’s lips part and listen to him gasp; he needs Jason to arch his back. He needs to see his eyes rolling back under half-closed lids. Paul needs to make sure Jason is thorough educated as to why he lets Paul fuck him. The lesson needs to stick. Paul knows how Jason thinks. Jason always tells himself this is the last time, until time passes, and he remembers…and needs it again… and he sneaks away from his girlfriend to spend time with Paul.

Paul thrusts into Jason and moans at the noises he makes. “Stroke yourself, pet. Do it. It’s not an option. Touch yourself. There you go, good pet. Stroke. I want both of my hands free to bring you to peak. Don’t stop stroking until you’ve cum. I want to see you splatter all over yourself. Show me how good my cock feels inside you. Show me.”

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by ccallenreese

alex51324:

grison-in-space:

pinene:

biglawbear:

Y’ALL THIS IS THE NEW WHITE HOUSE MONKEYPOX COORDINATOR HOLY SHIT

Biden really said “I think we need a raging queer leather daddy doctor to run the country’s monkeypox response” and he was RIGHT

yeah this is based

Oh fuck that is a good call: that’s a gentleman whose career started while AIDS was in full swing within his community, who has championed harm reduction approaches to infectious disease, and who is pointed in his insistence on destigmatizing high risk communities rather than setting himself apart from them. This is someone who understands harm reduction and meeting people where they are without judgement, which is precisely the attitude you want to have when you grapple with a stigmatized epidemic.

Here’s an article about his appointment to director of HIV/AIDS prevention from February 2021. Look at his career: he’s been working in HIV/AIDS nearly his entire adult life and career. He’s been working on increasing public health within stigmatized populations by focusing on harm reduction that entire time. Hell, this is someone with the institutional memory to remember Anthony Fauci’s piss poor treatment of HIV during the Reagan administration and carry a grudge because the man didn’t go far enough.

By the way, this is absolutely an example of harm reduction in terms of exercising your right to vote: there is zero chance that an advocate like Daskalakis would have been appointed under a Trump administration, but the incoming Biden administration installed him in the previous director position (which he still holds, as he adds monkeypox to his case load) as early as late 2020, before Biden was even properly inaugurated. That doesn’t mean this administration is perfect or that we can’t continue to agitate for better change, but it does mean that things are better and fewer people are going to die. That’s basic harm reduction in action: you focus on survival for the most people as your metric, you take the route that results in the best outcome for the situation you have, and you do not ever let the imaginary perfect become the enemy of the tangible better.

Fuck, this is delightful good news. Well done Dr. Daskalakis, and all the best of luck to you and yours!

Here is the White House’s statement on his appointment to the post.  An excerpt summarizing his qualifications:

Demetre Daskalakis, a leading public health expert, is currently Director of the CDC Division of HIV Prevention. Widely known as a national expert on health issues affecting the LGBGQIA+ communities, his clinical practice has focused on providing care for the underserved LGBTQIA+ communities. He previously oversaw management of infectious diseases for the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, one of the largest departments in the nation – including in serving as incident commander for the City’s COVID-19 response.

Here’s how he looks when he’s in Workplace Mode:

And here is an OUT magazine article praising the appointment, that includes more pictures, both professional-mode and I-am-looking-respectfully.  Example of one where he’s fully-clothed but looks cool:

Uh, damn, America.

by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Wallace slams the truck door. “BOY!” he hollers. “Did your clothes get baled too?”
“They’re in the back of the other truck.” He turns around and grins. “Too hot for clothes.” 
“Jesus you’re naked as the day you came out.”
Leroy glances down. “I’m wearing my boots still.”
“Uh huh.” 
“When I was sent out here for work release, I read those terms and conditions, and it didn’t say a thing about wearing clothes.” Leroy puts his hands on his hips.
Wallace wipes his forehead with his bandana. “It does say you need to wear appropriate clothes for the job.”
“Job’s done. Hay is all baled.”
“What? All of it?” Wallace glances at his watch. “How.”
“We lightened the clothes, and lightened the work load!” Lenny says. The other men behind the bales laugh with him.
“Man I pity the judge who had to handle you in court,” Wallace mutters.
That makes Leroy grin. 

“So what do you say Sir, have I earned some time in the swimming hole? I really want to go swimming, we all do. Please please please.”
Wallace’s eyes are stuck on Leroy’s toned, sun kissed body, marked with tan lines and bits of hay stuck to his work-honed muscles. “Jesus,” he mutters. He’s seen him shirtless, but full frontal is a lot to take in. Wallace shakes his head and turns his attention to the bales. He walks around in big circles and glances around the field. “Well fuck me, it has all been baled.” 
“Leroy came up with a more efficient way to do it. Got em on the truck in no time,” Jose explains as he comes around a large bale.
“Well isn’t that something. I’ll want the details later.” Wallace looks at Leroy – his face this time. “You couldn’t use those brain cells to avoid getting into trouble with the law in the first place?”
Leroy snickers. “Oh I knew I was going to get into trouble. Just didn’t care.”
That makes the work party laugh again.
“Man, Wallace, I hope you keep this one. He’s a riot!” Jose says.

Wallace wants a beer and badly. “God help all y’all. Alright, clean up the equipment, and you can get a swim in before the dinner bell.”
The men whoop and holler.
Leroy licks his lips. “You’re welcome to join us, Sir. We’ll uh, be skinny dipping.” He winks. 
“I don’t need to see everyone naked.”
“Shame. I’d like to see you naked though.” Leroy blows him a kiss and walks off to find his clothes.

Wallace’s eyebrows shoot up into his cowboy hat. A swim did sound ideal…seeing water sluice off that man’s body also sounds ideal. Wallace crosses himself. “Lord Jesus help me not give into temptation,” he mutters under his breath. The words didn’t feel like they were going to do much to protect him. His cock is straining against the denim of his jeans.

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Denver passed his boyfriend a cup of coconut chai and joined him up on the bar stool.
“Thanks babe.” Hector kissed him on the cheek.
“Of course.”

Denver kissed him back. He could smell his rosemary mint shampoo and his sandalwood body oil. He picked his own mug up off the counter. “So did you have fun with the guys?“
“Sooo much fun. I thought it’d be a little boring actually, because the wood for the fire ran out a little too fast. But we raided another camp site after they left for scraps, and with them, we got enough fire going to cook some s’mores after our hotdogs.”
“How many s’mores did you eat?”
Hector giggled. “Five.”
Denver chuffed air through his nose. “You’re adorable.”
“I couldn’t help it. They’re sooo good. Don’t worry, I burned off all the sugar. We went swimming and wrestled in the surf, and after when the tide went down, we walked down the beach a bit to some tide pools. I saw an urchin! And some anemones and some crabs. There were so many crabs.”
“Sounds like you had a great time.”
“I did.” Denver sighed. “I was tired of being inside all the time cause of the heatwave, so spending an evening on the beach was heaven. Thanks for letting me spend time with my college friends. It was so nice to catch up and just be dorks.”
Denver raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his tea; he set it on the counter. “Why are you thanking me? You don’t need permission from me to hang out with your friends.”
“Yeah but like, you’re cool about it. My last boyfriend used to get jealous. Especially cause I used to date Mark for a bit my sophomore year.”
Denver bumped Hector’s ankle with his foot. “Well unlike your last boyfriend, I’m secure enough that I don’t think your friends are a threat. Mark’s married, the rest of your friends are straight.”
“Well…well, yes. Those things are all true.”
“Also, it’s healthy to have friends you spend time with, without me.

And one little beach trip with the boys isn’t going to change the fact that I’m still the one who makes you scream in ecstasy at the end of the day.” Denver looked pleased with himself.
Hector’s eyes widened a little. “Damn, it’s hot when you talk like that. Wish I wasn’t exhausted and it wasn’t so late. You’ll have to wake me up with that big dick in the morning instead.”
Denver raised an eyebrow. “It still boggles my mind that you think I’m big. I’m barely four inches.”
“Honey it does not feel like four inches.”
Denver grinned. “I am definitely keeping you.”
Hector gave him a kiss with tea-warmed lips. “Good. By the way, tomorrow morning, can we do that roleplay thing where you’re the king and I’m your new, shy, bed slave and you wake me up for sex cause I’m there to serve you?”
Denver groaned. “Fuck, I love that roleplay. I need to buy a crown.”
“I don’t think they kings wear their crowns in bed. Especially if they’re naked. I think it’s ceremonial.”
“Maybe I’ll wear a cape.”
“Why not add some royal trumpeters?” Hector suggested.
Denver laughed and mimicked a trumpet sound. “Here ye, here ye! I hearby decree – the king is hard.”
It was Hector’s turn to chuckle. “Spread the word through out the kingdom!”
”Bring the royal lube!”

They joked and drank tea until Hector grew tired and began to lean upon Denver for support. When Hector’s eyelids drooped, Denver took the mug out of his hands and helped him off the stool and off to bed.
Once his boy was asleep, Denver walked over to the mud room to find Hector’s sandy, wet clothes and take them outside to clip them to the line. The sand could be shaken out better once they were dry. One they were up, he picked up the last thing from the duffel bag, Hector’s damp hoodie, and pressed it to his face.

It smelled like fire and wood and smoke and toasted sugar and roasted meat and sea mist and salty waves and well…Hector. It sent an ember coursing through his body. Denver had not known it was possible to love a man like this.
Before summer was up he was going to need to have his own beach trip with Hector. Only this one would end with them making love under the stars, their bodies only lit with the light of a fading fire and a waxing moon.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Patrick walks up the sand dune, drawn in by some odd sounds from behind the bushes. He’s startled to see two dudes on a towel in the sand, one top of the other. The guy on top is thrusting in slow hard thrusts into his partner’s raised ass; both have their eyes closed and are moaning softly. Patrick finds the rhythmic movements mesmerizing, and he can barely tear his eyes away from watching these men in heat. They have no clue he’s there, and they don’t give a fuck about it either. Patrick finds this hot. He backs up to the other side of the path, sits down in the sand, and takes out his cock. Might as well enjoy the show. Couldn’t walk back down this beach with a boner anyway.

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theperfectgiantbutt:

Otis stares at the picture for far too long and texts back. “Putting off your chores are we?”
“No, I’m done! I cleaned the floor, and now I’m rolling on it in front of the mirror. I like how I look in this jock strap, I wanted to see how it looks from the bottom.”
“It looks quite squishy in the best way possible,” Otis responds back. “The black is perfect color against your skin.”
“Thank you, I like it too. I could wear this all day, it fits so well. Although rolling on the floor makes me feel like I’m Madonna…although this isn’t quite a wedding dress. Can I have a wedding dress?” 
“You’re a rather unusual boy aren’t you?”
“LOL. Mother used to say I’m ‘special’.” 
“Your mother was right.”
“Oh oh Otis! Can I have a wedding dress? I’ll go as Madonna for Halloween!!”
“Oh dear god in heaven, Michael. Don’t- I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you – there is a strong chance you won’t make it outside until Thanksgiving.”
Michael laughs at his phone. “Well you can defile me in it first so I look properly mussed. It’ll help with the ‘80s hair. OH OTIS. You know what this means. You have to go as Boy George.”
Otis groans out loud. “No, Michael, no. Why not Bon Jovi? or George Michael”
“Because your hair is too long, you’d have to cut it. And they’re not distinguishable enough. You’re perfect for Boy George. Boy George and Boy Madonna – it’s absolutely perfect. Please please please?”

Otis was rubbing his temples when his phone rang. “Oh hi Roy…. No, no bother. I am at work, but I’m taking a break in the garden. Just talking to Michael…. Oh Michael? He’s fine, but clearly losing his mind. He wants to go as Madonna for Halloween, and he wants me to go as Boy George, which will never work …why are you laughing? No, don’t agree with him! No, we will not encourage this. …I’m sorry, what do you mean that you can go as Axl Rose? Fuck, you would be perfect as him too…”

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vallentiro14:

“What are you looking at boy?”
“A big bird just went overheard Sir. I think it was a Cooper’s hawk.”
“Wow, you’re getting good at identifying them.”
“Thanks to you sir. I seem to have a lot more free time than normal to do stuff like look at birds, and I think it’s cause your efforts to refocus my energy are working.”
Sir smiles. “Not wasting hours jerking off or looking for porn to jerk off to?”
“Not as much as I used to. Or spending all that time looking through Grindr.”
Sir claps him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re learning that just because you’re a bit horny, doesn’t mean it needs to occupy your entire day.”
“It really doesn’t. Been challenging not jerking off, though, but I kind of like feeling a bit slutty all the time. And man, when we finally have sex? Damn it’s been on fire lately!”
“On fire? Well that’s damn good to hear. I have noticed that too, you’re definitely making me sweat more. You’re much more eager.
“I think it’s cause I actually need cock, not that I think I do.”
“I think you hit the nail on the head, boy. Say, what kind of bird is that?”
“Uhhhh. Red winged black bird.”
“Damn. You are good.” I smack him on the butt. “Ready to do some laps?”
“Yes Sir! Hey uh, can I wash you off in the shower later? I don’t care if anyone sees me to do it…”
“Only if you beat me.” Sir grins. But he knew he’d let his boy wash him anyway.

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collaredboy299:

sexymeninsuits:

Fck yea right in there

Just the morning break I needed boy. Thanks for coming upstairs. You can go back to the mail room now. 

“Always- happy- to- deliver- my package- to you. Wait, no. I mean – nnghgghh oh my god, feels so good. A package. To you. Not my. Or something. Oh, fuck it’s so deep, it feels like your dick is ten inches long! Keep it up I’m gonna cum!”

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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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