Brad: Man, Trevor looks so deep in thought. So contemplative. I bet he’s finally relaxing and realizing what a good idea it was to take a vacation. We both needed some sun and time off. Now we can really work on ourselves as a couple, get some real bonding time. I’ll go make him a drink, see if he wants to take a walk. Have a nice chill evening.
Trevor: Fuck. Marry. Marry. Spank. Reject. Marry. Fuck. Reject. Reject. Definitely fucking him. Marry him…and him. Woah that ass, I’d spank him. Fuck him. Reject. Reject. Ugh reject. Marry. Fuck. Marry. Spank. Fuck. Man, these Miami boys are hot. This vacation was such a good idea. I need to thank Brad for the idea. I was worried it’d be some boring beach trip where we just spend the whole time walking up and down the sand. I bet I’ll see half these boys at the club later. I wonder if I can take one of them home and convince Brad to have a threesome. He seriously has forgotten the kinky shit we used to do in college, I think he needs a reminder.
Coby paused a moment before interrupting John’s rest, although he knew John had already heard his footsteps coming up. No matter how many times he saw John shirtless, it was still amazing. There were some lambs born that did not have as much hair as John had on a normal basis. He cleared his throat. “Brought you a cold beer, John.” John lifted his ball cap. “We have beer? I thought we were out.” He took the can. “No, the fridge was full last time, so I put the overflow in the fridge in the garage.” “Huh.” John cracked the can, holding it over the dirt so it didn’t drip on him. “What a miracle.” He took a swig and exhaled. “Man that hits a spot after working cows all day. Thanks.” Colby smiled demurely and clasped his hands behind his back. John sat back in the chair with half the can left in his hand. He glanced at Colby and licked his lower lip to get the suds off. “Alright, you can get on.”
Colby made a little noise of victory under his breath. John pushed his fly open and brought his cock out. It was already half hard and it didn’t take much stroking to get it up to full mast. The head pushed out of the crown of skin. “Man, this thing is sweaty. You sure you want it?” “Don’t bother me, it’ll just make it easier to ride. I’m already lubed, though.” Colby threw a leg over John’s lap. John took a swig and set the can on the ground. “Man, slow down there Cowboy.” “I’ve been waiting all day for you to come in from the fields. I’m done being patient.” “Well be patient on my dick, or you’re going to bend something.” Colby met his gaze while his other hand guided John’s cock to his whole. “I always go nice and slow with you don’t I? You’re too big for me to take right away…need to get used to you anyway.” “Fucking hell.” John groaned as tight heat enveloped his cock. “You are never leaving his farm ya hear me? You’re just everything I ever need.” Colby didn’t answer right away. His eyes were half closed and he was working on getting the rest of John into him by making slow motions up and down. “Well if you really mean that, do me a favor – get a better chair. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother in the ER that I need a tetanus shot after having sex.”
John barked out a laugh. “Christ Colby, don’t bring up my mom during sex! I’ll get you a better chair, I promise. Now keep your mouth shut and focus on what you’re doing. No bending stuff.” Colby smirked and sat down on John’s lap. “Copy, cowboy.” John groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Sweet lord in heaven!”
“Take your time, catch your breath.” “I hate this stupid chastity cage. I don’t want to wait another week. I’m ready to do this now.” “You were probably ready to go last week. I mean, you’re at the top of your game. You’re one of the top in the sport-” “I am the top. In this region, anyway. Will be East Coast champ soon enough.” I smile. “Yes. I am confident of that you will be. Your training and patience will pay off. And you know you need the hormones. The release once you win will be extasy. It’s worth the wait.”
Tom punches the bag hard. The muscles in his arm bulge. “Just a week seems like an eternity.”
I step behind him and massage his shoulders, although they’re slick with sweat, trying to get him to release some of the tension. “You’ll feel better after we have sex tonight. You always leak a lot overnight, and if you don’t, we can try some tactics to help you drain a little more if you need it.” He exhales. “Yeah, that would probably help. Feeling a little sore from how full my balls are.” “Oh the problems of a virile young man and his big swingin’ nuts.” He chuffs out his noise. “I am a brute aren’t I?’ “You’re an athlete,” I correct. “A refined and talented athlete. Wrestling is a classic human sport isn’t it? Perhaps the purest there is. No other sport so elegantly shows off the full capacity of the body.” “There is something about wrestling naked,” Tom says almost to himself. “Something primitivize and amazing.” “I wish you could see yourself wrestle. You look beautiful. You know, people come up to me the entire night and tell me what a specimen you are. Sometimes I think if I told them to buy you, they actually would.” That makes him laugh. “Sold like a show pony?” “Well, sports players are traded aren’t they?” I lean into his ear. “Imagine if all the wrestlers in this league were owned by their trainers….traded like a commodity, housed like dogs, inspected like horses. You’d just be muscular sex machines for us to use for sport and fuck for our entertainment.” “Oh shit,” he replies in a husky voice. “Your cock enslaved to me as much as your body.” Tom pushes his ass back against me; I can feel him trembling. “Oh, you’re – you’re getting hard.” “You make me hard,” I murmur.” I pull his body against mine. “Can we just – like, right here?” Tom pleads. “Take your gloves off, I can fuck you over the wrestling bench.” “Fuck, that’s a good idea.” Tom sheds his gloves and his shorts. He’s been leaking and his thighs are glistening. Nearly causes me to blow my load. “That’s it stud, right there. Oh hell yeah.” I pick up the oil I use to make his skin shiny. “Gonna give you the relief we both need right now.” “Just – gah.” Tom curses. “Don’t make me cum. Just leak. Need the hormones to fight better.” He bends over the bench and puts his hands on it, ass out. “That, Tom. That is the attitude of a winner. And winners get cock.” I toss my shorts aside and stride over to take his hole and fill it with my seed.
“Hey Tanner?” “Yeah, sweetness?” “Come here I got a present for you,” Corwin called out. “ooo I like presents. Not even my birthday.” Tanner closed his laptop and got up from the table. He wandered into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. He made an exaggerated gasp and put a hand over his chest. “You bought a jockstrap.” “What do you think?” Corwin turned side to side. “I LOVE this present. My goodness. God I love seeing your hairy legs. Rawr.” “I thought you’d like that.” Tanner ran his hands up Corwin’s thighs. “Mnn it’s wrapped so well. What could be in this present?” “Oh? That I can’t tell you – you have to open it.” Tanner giggled and bites his lip. “I think I know what it is.” Tanner hooked his pointer finger in and pulled back the band. “ooooooo. It’s a penis! And a lovely, thick one at that.” Tanner looked up at his partner. “But Corwin.” “Yes?” “I already have one of these.” Corwin burst out laughing. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Do you not want it?” “Hmmm.” Tanner peered down again. “Well. It’s different than mine. You’re uncut..” He dipped his hands inside, curving his palm around the shaft. “Oh I do like this. Foreskin is fun to play with. I’m not sure what I like more – the present or the packaging.” “You can like both.” “Well, I do. Thank you love.” They exchanged a kiss. Tanner had not taken his hand off of Corwin. “Can I shamelessly play with your dick for a while?” “I should have known this was going to happen. I know how much you love jockstraps.” Tanner chuckled and slid his hand free. “I’m transparent aren’t I?” “You’re not afraid of what makes you horny, and I love that. Come to the sofa, you can play all you want.” “Hell yeah, otter snuggles!” Corwin smiled. “God you are so precious. I need to give you more presents.”
Can you guys recommend some new blogs please? I’m struggling to find good source material of hot guys doing stuff. I’m finding a lot of photos that are basically, “hot guy stands there in underwear / Speedos”, which doesn’t usually inspire a story.
“Look at your bulge. Such a nice bulge…damn, your cock is so perfect for your body size.” “Thank you, Ryan, I appreciate that.” “Mmn. Can I touch it?” Ryan pulled at the waistband of his shorts. “Yeah you can.” Ryan slid his hands down Mark’s underwear. He moaned as skin and skin made contact. “This always gives me goosebumps. Your cock is so huge and long, and somehow it’s loose in here, untamed. Unrestrained. I don’t know how to manage it. Fuck, feeling it is making me so horny.” “If you want to give lip service, get on your knees and do it properly, Ryan. Do it well, and I’ll help you squirt a little to relieve the pressure. But you won’t cum, remember.” “No Sir. Not without permission,” Ryan said in a hurry. “I need you nice and horny in lock up for when I need your ass.” “Yes sir, of course. I love soothing your needs.” “You’re such a good boy Ryan, you please me so much. Come kneel here, take your time with it.” “Yes Mark! Thank you!” Ryan rushed to kneel before his boyfriend. He returned to rubbing the curved shape in Mark’s shorts. “Oh your bulge is getting hard now.” He nuzzled it with his cheek. “I love it so much,” he murmured. “It’s so erotic.” Mark chuckled. “It loves you too. Come on, service it properly please.” “Ah, sorry, yes Mark. I will. It’s just sooo distracting.” “I think you’re going to need some time with a dildo after this.” “A dildo would definitely make me squirt!” “You think you can make yourself squirt, using a dildo on yourself?” Ryan thought. “I don’t know, but I can squirt with your cock in me. So I should be able to.” Ryan bit his lower lip and pulled down Mark’s shorts. “Fuck, goddamn. So much to reveal. Can I use a dildo and service you at the same time?” “You’re not quite ready to multi-task yet, you keep neglecting one task or another. One thing at a time, boy.” “Yes Mark. Thank you, you always know best when my head is foggy!” “That’s why I’m here, to look out for you, love.” Ryan gazed up at Mark with adoration before returning to his task of serving Mark’s increasingly erect cock. Mark lovingly stroked his hair as he worked. Ryan was such a good pet.
Tomás stirred his earl grey that Carl had made for him. He watched Carl in the garden, plucking the newest ripe strawberries and putting them into a cereal bowl. After diligently turning over every leaf and checking every flowering stem, Carl covered the plants with mesh domes to protect the soft budding fruit from heavy droplets bound to fall from a greying sky at any moment. The young man’s brow was furrowed, lips set in concentration. Carl sat back on his legs to consider the plants; he made an adjustment and smiled slightly. He’d doubled the plot of strawberries this year and the pride over the thriving, lush plants was visible on his face.
Tomás felt a wave of fondness for Carl swell in his chest. He stopped stirring his tea. “Oh shit,” he muttered. “Oh no. I’m not falling in love with him. Nope. No. No. He’s a houseboy, Tomás. You’re not monogamous. You’re not even dating him. You fucked someone else last week! He’s a roommate who does the dishes and you fuck him sometimes. That’s all. So you stop that. You cannot fall in love with him.” Tomás made a ’that’s final’ sweeping hand motion parallel to his body.
He sipped his tea and enjoyed the rich bergamont flavor as it rolled over his tongue; somehow that extra drop or two of vanilla Carl put in there really made a difference. Outside, Carl picked up the bowl of strawberries and bowed his head to smell them and his smile widened. He got to his feet and with the bowl tucked under his arm, picked up the tools out in the yard. He brought them over to the covered porch, setting everything down on their cafe table. A dove landed under the bird feeder to check out the seed spilled by the chickadees earlier today. Carl waved at it.
Tomás groaned and put his hand to his face, letting it slide off his cheek. “Oh no. I think this is serious. Way to go. Tomás. Bravo. Good luck figuring this out.”
The first droplets fell, and within a few seconds the irregular pit-pat of wet polka dots became a curtain of rain with a soft thrumming sound. From their individual perspective, Tomás and Carl watched the fence and yard become dark with saturation. The leaves of the trees danced above them. The dove flew for cover. Carl glanced at his strawberry plants, and after a moment, came inside with the bowl on his hand. He saw Tomas’s face and his expression turned shy, as he realized he’d been watched. “What is it, Sir?” Carl asked, bemused. “Nothing,” Tomás said. “Been waiting for you so I can kiss you.” “Oh I wouldn’t mind that.” “You wouldn’t?” “Nuh uh.”
Tomás stepped toward him and cupped Carl’s angular jaw against his palm. He bent slightly to meet his lips. They were so soft, it was almost unfair that every other man in his bed had to be compared to that. As Tomás enjoyed the pressure and warmth of Carl’s lips, the scent of fresh, wild strawberries in the bowl wafted up to fill his nose. The swell of fondness returned in his chest and there was a hint of a lump in his throat this time. Oh hell,” Tomás thought. “I’min huge trouble.”
“So…are you in the mood?” “The mood?” Rocky repeated. He rubbed the back of his hair and climbed onto the bed. “I mean, we’re in a motel room…” “Yeah, but you seem nervous. You still want to go through with it?” “Well,” Rocky stammered. “Just like. Um. Well. Are you in the mood? Like do you still want to do it with me? Cause like if you don’t I-” “Get on the bed and lie on your back.” Rocky raised an eyebrow. “O…kay..” he kicked off his shoes and got on the bed, propping his head up so he could see
Matías standing at the foot of the bed. “Now what?” “Ask me that question again.” “Which one?”
Matías tried to suppress his smile. “If I still want to do it with you.” Rocky swallowed. He messed with the hem of the bedspread where it was folded over. “Do you still want to do it with me?”
Matías began to undo his shirt. “What are you doing?” Rocky asked. He didn’t mean to sound so panicked.
Matías didn’t say anything, he just smiled, and continued undressing. He paused with his hands on his waistband, making sure their eyes were locked. Rocky’s eyes were wide and he hadn’t blinked in nearly a minute. Just seeing his bare stomach gave him such an intense feeling of desire. He wanted to touch Matías, caress him, trace that faint trail of hair south… Rocky’s mouth felt dry.
Matías pushed his pants down and stepped out of his clothes. “Oh my god.” Rocky barely got the words out of his throat and nearly choked on them. He put his fist to his mouth and chewed on his thumbnail. “Jesus Christ. You’re – you’re naked.” He made a gesture with his other hand. “There is a naked man just -, well, you are very naked-” “Does this answer your question?” Rocky nodded rapidly. “Do you still want to do it with me?” “Yeah,” he squeaked. “Good. Cause I bought all this stuff to try on you…” he climbed onto the bed between Rocky’s legs.
Rocky’s gaze rose from
Matías’s cock to his gaze. “Stuff?” he said in one octave higher than before. “Yes. Cause I knew you needed special, delicate handling to make it feel good for you.”
Matías finally saw Rocky blink. “But first we need to get these pants off. Can I take your pants off?” “Yeah, that’s gine, I mean that’s good, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
Matías chuckled. “First task is getting you to relax.” “Then the second?”
Matías smirked and his eyes caught the light of the bedside lamp, giving the impression there was a spark in there. “Stimulation.” Rocky swallowed hard. “Jesus Christ.” He crossed himself.
Matías chuckled. “Are you inviting a third man to join us?” Rocky’s eyes went wide again. “Maybe – maybe um, I shouldn’t – be doing this.” “Who cares if you should or shouldn’t? Do you want to?”
Matías undid Rocky’s zipper and parted back the fabric to reveal a straining bulge underneath. Rocky didn’t answer, but his chest was moving faster now.
Matías smirked again. “Good.” And he lowered his mouth.
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