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Taylor stopped making out with Derrick. “Woah.”
“W-what?” Derrick stammered.
Taylor pushed his hands down Derrick’s jeans and squeezed with both hands. “You’re not underwear.”
“Um. No. I’m not.” Derrick smiled.
“You haven’t been wearing underwear the whole time? Like during our whole date?”
“Nope. Left the house without em on.”
“Why?”
Derrick looked amused. “A reward for you to find if things went well on our date.”
Taylor worked his mouth once or twice. “Wow. That is so hot. And I – I am so hard right now, it’s incredible.”
Derrick grinned. “Where’s your bed?”
Taylor made a gesture to his left. “Can’t we just – right here?”
“Your knees are going to give out with what I’m going to do to you, so I want you on the bed.”
Taylor whimpered and he flushed. “I – um. I think I came a little.”
Derrick cupped Taylor between the legs. “You’re still hard. Fuck, that is so hot. Come on, show me where the bedroom is.”
“Yeah uh, right, right this way,” Taylor stammered.

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vallentiro14:

“Hey, HEY. Petri, don’t touch him. No. No he’s mine. Just because he used to be a whore doesn’t mean he still is. He belongs to me now, he isn’t group property. If you want someone, go mess with one of Anton’s boys.”
“Everyone is going to think he’s one of Anton’s boys.”
“Give it a week. Everyone knows if they touch him without my consent he’s going to tell me, and I’ll cut their dicks off. The boy is my pet, leave him be.”
Petri rolled his eyes. “If you parade such a pretty thing around here, people are going to assume he’s a whore. It’s dangerous.”
“He’s not a whore. He’s my pet. I’ll put a cute collar on him or something.”
Petri scoffed. “Like that will help. Where did you find him anyway?”
“A brothel.”
“Not a whore, huh?”
“Nope. A houseboy in a whore house, so to speak.”
“You found a houseboy in a whore house?” Petri shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Did it occur to you it may be because he’s not a very good house boy?”
“It’s because he got tricked into co-signing a loan someone else defaulted on. He’s actually a good houseboy. I mean, besides how good he is in bed. You know that pedo we killed last week? He got the blood out of my sweater.”
Petri looks at the young man. “Did he? You were rather upset about that sweater.”
“I was. Looks new. I have no idea how he did it. So I’m keeping him.”
Petri considers the boy. “Can he wash stuff for me?”
Vlad looks over his shoulder at the boy who nods. “Yeah. But he’s going to charge you.”
“Deal.”
Vlad chuckled. “Throw me a beer would you?”
“Have your houseboy do it!” Petri laughed.
Vlad snorted and flipped him off.

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gulistan-post:

㋡🥀

Herkese bir Pencere lazım, önünde oturup her şeyi Unutabileceği.

Zekai Özger…

Cinder took a seat near the window to darn socks in bright light. He worked often from sun up to sun down for his step family no matter the time of the year or weather; even at rest, he worked. Cinder had little money to go anywhere else. What money he did have, he often spent on books. Cinder gazed at the vibrant lake below and followed the shoreline around to the eastern side. He was looking for a man in a red coat amongst little blobs of white. Cinder spotted him on the hill side and smiled. Cinder did not wave, as the man could not see him this far away. Cinder had a feeling though he was looking his way anyway. He smiled as he began to work on the wool sock in his hand.

The window to his room would not be locked tonight. The door to his room would be.

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daddysboy223:

As we went back to the locker room during halftime, he pulled me into the storage closet and pinned me against the wall, grabbing me, and said, “Your sweet ass keeps distracting me on the field… so how about you give it up to me right now so I can get it out of my system. That way we’ll do so much better in the second half.”

Well, that needs no improvement.

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daddysboy223:

The level of control and dominance my stepbrother has over me is increasing day by day.

You came home from college for New Years and Christmas, and you were not pleased you finally had meet your new step-siblings. Why did your mom have to get remarried to a man who had kids? Her new husband had a son like a year older than you, and it annoyed you to suddenly have a step brother. A step brother who was more handsome, a better athlete, and a better student. And of course, he had a perfect girlfriend. Ugh. Brian annoyed you immediately.

Things took a really unexpected turn the day before Christmas. He sat down next to you on the sofa once and saw the Grindr app on your phone. You pulled your phone away, but Brian mouthed “Grindr huh?” at you, and you knew you were busted. Your mom you were gay, but why did your step family have to know? You busied yourself with getting a drink to hide how hard you were blushing. But who could blame you? You hadn’t gotten fucked in days, and being stuck in here with Brian was really really annoying. Mostly because he was annoying, but also because he was looking hotter every time you saw him in sunlight.

That evening, after everyone had gone to bed, there was a knock on your door. It was Brian. You told him to go away. He said you two needed to talk. Letting Brian in may have been a mistake – because he was in his underwear.  You asked him what that was about. Brian said he knew why you two were clashing so much, and he knew how you two could get along. And he pulled off his underwear. Christ, and he was also beautifully hung, cause of course he was.
“Wait what?” You sputtered. “You said you had a girlfriend!”
“Yeah,” Brian said. “I do. But fucking boys is a lot more fun.” And then he got on the bed. And on top of you.

So…it had gone on for the entirety of your trip home, him sneaking into your room after everyone had gone to bed. Brian was getting increasingly bold. Your need to be fucked and given release by a man was being held hostage by Brian, who saw he could claim you without competition pretty much whenever he wanted. He made a move for you in the mall bathroom. In a parking lot. In the car, while running an errand for his dad.  

You were beginning to think you’d never make it back to college without being caught! Every time you got away with having sex or fooling around, it felt like that would the last. Brian had big balls in more ways than one.

By the time you go back to Stanford, your roommates all had the same mentality, “Man, I can’t wait to get laid again. Being with my family over break gave me serious blue balls.”
You just groaned. “Different story with me, man. My new step brother sniffed me right out. He barely let me sleep!”
There wasn’t a ton of pity. Everyone agreed that any gay man worth his salt could sniff out the fact you were a rather needy bottom. Most of your mates just wanted to hear the details.

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piratetea:

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“Remy?” William called as he searched the ship. “Remy are you here?” William’s boots thudded audibly across the deck. “It’s so bizarre being on here with everyone off the ship… you think it’d be easier to find one person, but no. Reeeeeeeeeeeemy where are youuuu? Nope not near the cannons…thought he’d be here, he likes the view.” William made his way back to the upper deck, then across the boat to the Captain’s quarters. “Remy?”

“William?” a voice called back.
”Where are you?”
Remy opened the door to the Captain’s quarters. “In here.”
“There you are. What are you still doing on the boat? Everyone’s off already, I thought you fell into the sea walking down the ramp or something. Are you fetching something the Captain left?”
“No, I’m waiting for you to come find me.”
William raised an eyebrow. “Pardon? Don’t you want to be off the bloody ship? We got so much money to spend.”
Remy shrugged. “Most of it’s going in the bank anyway. But the one thing I want isn’t in town.” Remy tossed his hat on the table.
William raised an eyebrow. “I must reminder you to be frank with me. I didn’t become a pirate because I was a scholar at Oxford.”
Remy chuckled. “Well, Mr. William. Who is on this boat right now?”
“You and I.”
“Right. And who is going to hear us if we fuck?”
“Well there isn’t anyone… oh. Ohhh. William understands now.”
Remy laughed. “Do you?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
“And guess what? We can pick absolutely anywhere in the whole ship.”
William’s eyes went wide. “Even the Captain’s bed?” He pointed.
“Yes. Although…” Remy tapped his fingers together. “I’m not really sure how clean that is, maybe, we stick to the sofa.”
William winced. “Mmn it is a comfortable piece of furniture.”
“It really is.”
“And also, maybe…?” He gestured to the large map table.
Remy made a dramatic little gasp. “William you rapscallion.”
William grinned. “Have we got enough grease?”
“Just enough. Bottom of the container.” Remy patted his pocket.
William began to unbutton Remy’s shirt as he undid his own belt. “Did we go through that whole thing already? We just bought it in Barbados…”
“I’m afraid we have. We’ll have to buy it in bulk here. Although, actually, we should see if there’s a shop here that sells other stuff-”
William interrupted him with a kiss. “What other stuff?”
Remy undid his William’s pants. “Other things that can be fun in the bedroom. I’ve heard some rumors of things from those women we rescued last week.”
“I haven’t a clue of what you’re talking about.” William ran his palms over Remy’s chest. “And I’m more interested about this stuff right now. You, me, and …um. The furniture.”
Remy kissed him back. “Well let’s get to it. Lest someone comes looking for us. I will be most cross if we’re interrupted. I want you to take your time.”
William grabbed his ass with both hands. “We have time.”

In a bar in town:
“Has anyone noticed Remy and Will are missing?” Jeremiah asked.
“Duh, we all know they’re missing.” Samuel said.
“Why are they missing?” Jeremiah asked. “Do we need to be concerned?”
Samuel looked at the other lads around the table and everyone started laughing. Samuel ruffled his hair. “Jeremiah, one day when you’re old enough, we’ll explain it to you.”
Jeremiah crossed his arms. “I am old enough. I’m almost 12.”
Dennis leaned in. “Trust me, lad. You don’t want to know. It’s gross.”
“Are they cleaning the toilet on the ship?”
That just made everyone laugh again which made Jeremiah look even more confused. Samuel shook his head and smiled. “Drink your beer, Jeremiah. They’re fine.” He paused. “I just hope they’re not on my bunk.”

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by ccallenreese

Well, guess who has covid. Please get vaccinated everyone. It’s the reason I’m recovering at home and not the hospital.

Hello! I wanted to ask if you also post your writing on other social platforms too, like Twitter or bdsmlr?

Hello! I wanted to ask if you also post your writing on other social platforms too, like Twitter or bdsmlr?

by ccallenreese

Hello,

Honestly, I can’t figure out if people actually use bsmdlr. I don’t post my writing in other places because having to go through and fix all the edits on multiple places would be very difficult. I would also have to download and upload all the photos and gifs which would would be difficult. I suppose I could just link back to Tumblr, but due to the adults restrictions a lot of my photos and posts are getting nuked and hidden so there would be broken links everywhere.

I’ve been trying for a couple years to upload my backups to a WordPress blog but there’s some issue with the domain name not syncing and we can’t seem to figure out why it’s not working right. And there’s no real guarantee that it won’t get nuked there too.

I have considered just offering up my backups as a download, but again you run into the issue of having to correct the edits. There is also a weird thing where the backup separates the photos and the caption as separate things in the same folder. So in order to read every caption you’d have to open the picture and then open the notepad file and it would be very tedious and not very efficient.

So if somebody has a magic solution to this please let me know. Thanks.

PS: Some of my more established readers will remember that I released a couple short stories a while ago, and I have completely lost track of where they exist on the internet.

Also due to the fact that a lot of people left Tumblr after the adult restrictions were in place, I don’t really think I have much of an audience to actually sell writing much to anymore. I don’t really know how accurate my follower count is, I think I only have about 10 active readers despite 9000 followers just based on my likes. So it’s really hard to tell how much effort I should put in into dispersing my writing. But I keep writing for those 10 or so. Even if they got nuked.

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“Uh, Brownie they’re doing it again. Why does your dad keep kissing my dad on the mouth? Does have a treat in there?”
“I dunno,” Brownie said. “When I take him on walks to meet other humans, he hugs some of them but never kisses them on the mouth or shares treats.”
Buddy titled his head. “I don’t get it.” 
“Me neither. You think it has to do with why you spend the night more and more?” Brownie asked.
“Maybe. Lately there’s been a lot of boxes at my house and dad’s been making a mess.” Buddy looked towards the corner. “They brought my bed over here this time too. I think I’m going to be spending the night more.”
Brownie harrumphed. “As long as you know it’s my territory.”
“I’m bigger!” Buddy persisted. 
“Doesn’t matter.”
Buddy sighed. He tilted his head to the other side. “Your dad is still kissing my dad. What is in his mouth?”
Brownie glanced around. “I dunno. But I think this the perfect time to try and shred that Christmas present under the tree that smells a lot like treats. They’re perfectly distracted. You go left, I go right. Then we meet in the backyard. Copy?”
“Copy!”

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