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by ccallenreese

Todd could barely look him in the eye. Joe was so intimidating. Todd had been attractive to him the day he starting hanging out at his friend’s frat house. All the guys there were jock-types, even the big bear-ish ones were strong and reeking of testosterone. There was something different about Joe. He carried himself with a quiet sense of superiority. He wasn’t brash and loud and a raging drunk. Despite being the same age as the other guys in his frat, Joe had an aura of wisdom and maturity the others lacked.

Todd just liked being near him. After a couple of times being around Joe, Todd began to think there was something else different about Joe from the others. And it wasn’t just his taste in movies.

After a party one night, Todd crashed on a sofa bed with his friend on the floor . Shortly after dawn he went downstairs for a snack, but ran into Joe going upstairs. And when he saw Joe, Todd nearly tripped. Joe was just wearing his underwear. All skin bare. The curve of his bulge filling his boxer briefs. It was too much. Todd froze and gawked.
“You finding something worth looking at?” Joe asked.
Todd should have apologized and scurried up the stairs. What came out of his mouth was, “Can I suck your cock?”

Joe looked real surprised. Then he looked amused. “I had an inkling,” he said. “Alright. You want it? Kneel and suck it right here.”
“Right here? On the stairs? Anyone could see us…”
“You best be quiet then.”
That turned Todd on something horrible, and he knew right then he was going to do it. He sank to the steps of the stairs and gazed up at this god of a man. After a few seconds ticked by, Joe’s face began to firm into a look of displeasure. Does he think I’m hesitating? Todd thought. Is he thinking that I’m changing my mind? I wish I could tell him what I was actually thinking. I wish I had the courage to tell him that I was real, real glad I didn’t kill myself as a teenager over being gay.
Todd ran his palms over Joe’s thighs and groaned. His fingers sought Joe’s waistband to pull down. Todd wished he could have shown Joe to his past teen self. His eyes would have bugged out past his head  – even further than the immediate erection! Todd wondered if he was hard right now, but he didn’t care to check. The important thing right now was getting Joe’s beautiful penis to full mast and those full balls drained before anyone else saw them. With men like Joe, you service them well the first time, and or you won’t be doing it again.

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Gallery
by ccallenreese

“I think I’m a little drunk,” Angelo said with a giggle. 
“I think I may be too. Cause I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself.” Cyrus pulled himself up by his arms until he was hovering over Angelo’s chest. “I want to kiss you now.”
“We both know what a bad idea that is…if anyone saw us…”
“Normally, I care. But somehow, I don’t give a shit right now.” Cyrus murmured. He dipped his head in to press a delicate touch to Angelo’s lips. They were soft, welcoming, and he returned for a deeper kiss. Their beards made a faint scratchy noise as they brushed together. 
When they parted, Angelo searched Cyrus’s face for any sign of regret. His cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and bright, mouth turned up at the corners.

Angelo groaned. “God, Cyrus, we’re in trouble now.” 
“Why?” he whispered.
“Cause I want more.”
Cyrus smiled. “Just you and I on this boat. No one is stopping us.”
“Then I think I’m going to start by kissing you this time,” Angelo said. He reached up and palmed the back of Cyrus’s head to bring them together. 

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Gallery
by ccallenreese

When he tells you kneel in front of him, naked, and baring your chastity cage, he savors a moment in gazing down at you until you’re thoroughly in the headspace of submission. When he undoes his belt and unzips his pants, without breaking eye contact with you, an electric current of fear, intimidation, and excitement courses through you. Your cock throbs between your legs. You don’t know what’s about to happen, but you have a feeling you’re going to be desperate to serve and please him to earn his cock. You hope he’s a bit rough in the process. 

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by ccallenreese

comeandtouch:

“You look down at your cock a lot only to say negative things about it. It is beautiful, as are you. The physical appearance of your cock matters little to me anyway. Its function is what I yearn for the most. And it performs so very well. So responsive to my hands. It is almost like it is trained to respond to my touch. Or is it my voice? I can feel its heat right now. But why do you disparage it so much?
Perhaps I need to put your in a collar that prevents you from looking down until your opinion changes. Or maybe force you to stand in front of a mirror? or lock it away from your sight? Maybe not…preventing you from looking at it won’t stop you from hating it. But something must be done. I must somehow teach you to see how lovely you are, boy.”

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by ccallenreese

lifeoforion:

Mitch was in his zone. He was connected to the music, and his body was warm and elastic. The energy in the room was electric. He went through his routine, improvising here and there, moving up and down the pole, back and forth across the stage. He was trying to keep his mind off the fact that his boyfriend had come to see him at work for the first time.

Mitch had been evasive had been what he did for a living when he met Zach – “oh I work in a bar” – but Zach had some questions. Mostly, why did one man own so many shiny pieces of clothing? And heels. And cosmetics. The truth came out eventually. Mitch was sure Zach would just ghost him, but to his total surprise Zach was fascinated. He wanted to come see Mitch at work, but Mitch put his foot down at that. I mean, perhaps the only thing worse than a boyfriend who is disgusted that you’re a stripper is a boyfriend who thinks you’re his stripper.

It took a couple months for Mitch to make sure the relationship didn’t get weird, and it didn’t…it got, somehow, better. It was nice to talk about his day at work, vulgar as it could be sometimes, and it was nice to have a partner who understood his odd hours. A partner who wasn’t jealous of the attention he got at the club, and was still totally down for romantic snuggles on the couch.
When they hit their six month anniversary, Mitch got his courage up to ask Zach if he still wanted to see him dance. Zach said “of course”.

So like that made him nervous, and Mitch was totally sure he was going to fuck up tremendously up on stage. Like, slip, or fall off the pole or something. He tried to make himself focus. He knew he performed best when he felt sexy, so Mitch tried something new. He thought of the way Zach made him feel in bed, the way Zach lavished him with attention and ran his hands all over his body, murmuring compliments in his ear.

Worked so well Mitch sort of forgot Zach was even there. And the moment that fact came crashing back, Mitch paused in pose to glance in Zach’s direction sort of as instinct to see if he was still there. Mitch was not prepared for the way Zach was looking at him. Lips parted, face frozen in awe. Mitch wanted to rub his eyes – did Zach look impressed? Zach smiled at him and mouthed, “wow”. Mitch quickly turned his back to the audience. He could do this strip tease part without everybody seeing him blush.

Mitch had his ass out when he realized he couldn’t remember the last time someone made him blush.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Adrian enjoys the paper as he waits the last few minutes for the washer to finish. Sir paid to get his favorite newspaper delivered all the way from France and Adrian reads every copy. It was a kind gesture. Adrian was hesitant to go with Sir abroad, away from everything and everyone familiar, but the idea of being apart from Sir was too painful to process. Although he was homesick at first, Adrian is glad he went. Keeping a house in a foreign country was a refreshing challenge. Any new way to impress Sir is an opportunity he will take.

The washer dings. Chores don’t change though no matter where you live though! Adrian isn’t a huge fan of chores, and yet, he is part of the reason the sheets kept getting dirty. It’s a vicious cycle.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Toby wiggled the cabinet door. “Yeah, this is off balanced for sure. The hardware wasn’t mounted properly.”
“Mounted? That’s the right word?” I ask as my eyes trace every curve of his back and shoulders.
“Yep. It wasn’t mounted properly.” Toby grins at me over his shoulder. “Pretty easy fix. This whole cabinet is wonky though. Who put the spice rack way up there?”
“I dunno, but that’s where it goes apparently.”
“Can you even reach those spices?”
“Not well,” I admit as I ogle the beginning of his crack peeking out from his jeans.
Toby studies it. “Probably installed that way due to the tile backsplash. Who-ever installed the cabinets over the backsplash was a silly person. Who designed this kitchen?”
“No clue, I just moved in here.”
“It’s very silly. Nice range though. Gas?” Toby pulls up his jeans.
“Yep.”
“Well that’s good at least. Not a fan of electric.”
“Toby?” I ask.
“Yes?”
“Are you wearing underwear?”
He flashes that grin at me. “Nah.”
“That’s not uncomfortable?”
“Nah. If I’m not working, I’m fuckin, and vice versa. When I got a man in my sight, underwear just gets in the way.”
“Man.” I repeat.
“Yep. Not real interested in women. I’mma go get my drill and fix your cabinets ok?”
“Y-yeah, sure. One more thing Toby?”
“Yes?”
“Do you take tips?”
Toby cracks his gum. “I sure do. Doesn’t always have to be monetary though…”
“That’s what I was hoping for.”
That perfect grin again. “Fucking excellent. I like you. Welcome to the building.”
“Thank you. Remember my unit number, I have a feeling you’ll be here a lot.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Huh. I think these are Mark’s, and this pair is Donovan’s that he borrowed me from and never returned last year. So Mark wears the same brand of underwear as I do? What are the odds. I tossed them to the side and leaned back in the chair. Man that was one wild party last night. I think I slept with that guy sleeping on the pool raft. I still wonder what his name is? Actually I should go wake him up. The way the sun is moving he’s gonna get super burned. I stood up with a groan. Going back to bed was starting to sound like a good idea. “Hey…hey hot stuff.”
He didn’t move.
“Hey dude, you’re gonna get sunburned.”
He groaned and shifted on the raft.
I sighed. He was gonna fall in. I shucked off my underwear and walked into the pool. Bit chilly, but felt nice. I swam over to him on the raft. “Hey buddy, good morning.”
“MMhhnnnnnff,” he said.
“You fell asleep on the pool raft try not to fall off.”
He blinked at me blearily. “I did?”
“Yeah.”
He looked around. “Oh.”
“You’re gonna get sunburned, come back in the house.”
He considered me. “Hey are you the guy who fucked me last night?”
“Yep.”
He grinned. “Can I sleep in your bed instead?”
I resisted the urge to push him off the raft at his cheesiness, but he’d probably be mad at me and then I wouldn’t get laid again. “Sure thing. Let me show you where it is.”
The stranger slided off the raft into the pool. “Ee that’s chilly!”
“Aw, don’t tell me your dick has shrunk into uselessness,” I teased.
“Hey we don’t need my dick for sex. I should be asking about yours.”
“When we get upstairs you can tell me if it needs to be warmed up enough.” I smacked his butt as he got out of the pool.
“Ooo aren’t you frisky. Sounds good to me!” He yawned. I yawned too.

We dried off with a random towel and made it upstairs to my room, side-stepping men passed out on various pieces of furniture. I’d locked my bedroom door so the bed was empty. We didn’t have the energy for frantic sex. I just rolled on top of him, mounted that bouncy butt, and gave him a few good thrusts until we both came. Neither of us got up; we both fell asleep again, not waking up until the sun was properly in our eyes. And to my astonishment, his hand was already feeling up my cock. I began to wonder who I picked up last night and if he was related to the Energizer bunny.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Man, I think my hair is already thinning. Ugh. I feel so gross. I’ve been eating like crap lately. I look half dead. I don’t think this guy is gonna want to put up with me tonight. Probably should just save myself spending all this money, and eat Mac n Cheese instead of expensive bar food and beer. Michael sighed. He walked past the slacks and cardigan he’d tossed on the bed, toward the nightstand, and unplugged his phone from the charging cable. There was a text message waiting for him:
“Hi Michael. I know it’s silly but like I’m so excited for our date tonight. Looking forward to meeting you in person 🙂 I’m heading out soon!”
Michael did not know what to make of that. It was so foreign to him. Aiden’s looking forward to meeting me? He’s excited? Like…why on Earth. Michael’s fingers floated over the keyboard on his screen, trying to figure out what to type. Eating Mac n Cheese in his underwear was going to be a much more dour affair if it was overshadowed by the fact that he’d broken a boy’s heart tonight by cancelling the date. Aiden was cute…and talking to him had been like the only nice thing about his day lately.
“You’re actually excited to meet me?” Michael typed.
“??? Yeah? I mean, I’ve been enjoying talking to you a lot. Like, I don’t want to emotionally dump on you right now, but I’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately and sometimes our conversations just light up my day.”
Michael bit his lip. His finger hovered again. “I kind of feel the same way. Everything sucks lately but talking to you.” He exhaled. Somehow it was just easier to write the truth instead of making up bullshit. “Listen, Aiden. I have to be honest. I’m just not really feeling like I want to be in a crowded, loud bar n grille right now. Do you want to just come over, we can make Mac n Cheese, and hang out? I have Mario Kart…Uno…we could watch a movie maybe?”

Michael watched the “…” appear on his screen to indicate Aiden was typing. Michael was not expecting to feel butterflies in his stomach. The text message came through.
”Omg are you psychic? I have been totally craving mac n cheese lately. I feel you about the crowded bar thing. I’m so worn out from work, hanging out in a quiet apartment sounds so much better. Btw have you ever made Mac n Cheese from scratch? I have the ingredients, it’s totally bomb.”
Michael didn’t realize he was smiling. “You can make it from scratch?? That’s possible?“
“Yeah! It’s not that hard. And super good. My apartment’s next to a deli, I’ll pick up some ham on the way so we can make a meal out of it.” A second message followed. “Also you better be careful about offering to play Mario Kart because I will destroy you.”

Michael sat on the bed and shot back a response. Before he realized it, ten minutes had passed of back-and-forth texting.
Another message from Aiden popped up. “Ok, I think I have everything. I’m gonna head out. I’ll text you when I get there. Looking forward to seeing you!”
“Looking forward to seeing you too.” Michael sent it and lowered his phone. Huh. He looked over at the clothes he laid out. He swapped his khakis for comfortable jeans, and his sweater for a band tee and a favorite zip-up hoodie. Seemed like a much better outfit for cooking mac n cheese from scratch.
Oh shit. Michael suddenly thought of all the dishes in the sink and bolted to the kitchen to get them done. It had to look somewhat decent in here. A cute boy was coming over, after all. 

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by ccallenreese

nhozyboy:

“Beautiful presentation. Ah, your jingle bell is hanging out…” I tuck it into his panties and then cup him in my hand. “Don’t want people to hear that in the subway, or in the office do we?”
Finn shakes his head.
I thumb the piercing in his cock where the jingle bell is attached. He struggles to stay still. I hear a little whimper. “My pretty boy. I can’t wait to hear you jingly around my house when you get home. My cute little kitten. Are my good little kitten?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
With my hand still cupping his heat, I pinch his chin in my fingers and kiss him deep. The hems of his jacket slip out of Finn’s hands.
“Ah Daddy don’t stop please – more kissing please.”
I press a teasing kiss to lips. “You want to go to work hard? You’re already starting to stiffen.”
“I don’t care, I just want you….”
I re-adjust my hands to cup Finn’s ass. I push the round globes together so the plug moves inside him, intimately. He gasps and rises up on his toes. “Daddy oh Can – can we have sex before work? I want you. We got time before work, right? Please?”
I nibble on his ear. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you? If you cum in your panties I won’t let you change…”
Finn swallows hard and his Adam’s apple bobs. It’s a decision he must think about. He is not allowed to stroke himself nor cum without permission, and I space them out with consideration. “Daddy please, I need you, it’s been hard to go to work with balls this full. Just everything’s so sensitive and rubbing against the lace…”
“Is that why you keep coming home with a wet tip?”
Finn shudders against me. “Y-yes daddy. I’m a very horny kitten lately.”
“You’re gonna be late for work. You’ll have to call a taxi.”
“I don’t care, Daddy please, fuck me, I want the release. I want you inside me!”

To not fuck him would be cruel – he’s straining in his panties. I can feel the heat against me, like I’m leaning against the oven. I kiss him. “Turn around baby.”
“Oh Daddy yes!” he gasps.
“Put your hands on the table.”
Finn does and his ass pops out immediately. His cheeks bulge and I bite my knuckle at the view. “Madre de dios!” Oh I wish there was time to spank him! But alas.

I dash to the bathroom to grab the lube. Finn is struggling not to touch himself.
“Don’t worry kitten, Daddy is back.”
“Fuck me please! Daddy please!”
I flip his jacket tails onto his back. I yank down his panties with two hands, and wiggle that plug out with a pop.
“Oh god,” Finn gasps. “Man handle me more Daddy! Fill me!” His hole is stretched and seeking to be filled. I struggle to unzip my jeans and hastily apply the lube. I grab him by the hips and fill him in one motion, making him squeal and shudder. “Whoa! Daddy!”
“Too fast?” I whisper.
“Ah, uh, no it’s ok. No, don’t stay still please, move please, fuck me hard!”
“Ah, I see, that’s the problem,” I chuff. I grab him by the waist and pound his ass. He sucks with keeping rhythm and I help us move together. He’s so lost in the fucking he needs, especially knowing I’m going to let him cum, that we’re still not syncing, just bouncing off eachother. So I change tactics. His cock is straining in its lace prison, and I wrap my hand around its prominence. By pushing against his pelvis, I can make us move together while also stimulating him by rubbing the fabric on his cock.
“Oh Daddy,” he moans. “Oh Daddy!” his voice goes up a pitch. I smile.
“You wanted to cum right?”
“Please Daddy yes please!” he sobs. His body is buzzing with hormones.
“Such a good kitten, Finn. My good kitten.” I rest my back against his and fuck him at a rough, unbroken pace until he’s gasping and keening and my palm is suddenly wet and warm.
“Oh god yes Sir fuck yes Sir, thank you, oh god thank you it feels so good,” he babbles.
I kiss the back of his neck. “You’re trembling all over, are you still cumming?”
A noise comes out of his throat. I stroke him with small movements of my fingers around his piercing until – “Sensitive!” he gasps. I stop, but still hold him. His shoulders heave as he takes in a whole breath. “Daddy I’m dizzy.”
“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep—breaths.” After a couple breaths, I can’t wait anymore. I give him one more thrust, pushing him up onto his tip toes, and finish inside. I grunt. “Oh yeah, that’s the heat I like!”
“Tha- that’s a big load!” Finn says almost to himself.
“Yes it is. That’s what you do to me.”
“I do that to you?”
“Yes kitten. Now hand me the plug.”
Finn fumbles for it on the table and hands it to me absentmindedly. My cock slides out and I push the plug right back in with a pop. Finn startles and yips again, back arching. “Ah! Ah that’s sensitive now back there!”
“Well you’ll need it or else my seed will run down your legs. Don’t want to stain your stockings do you?”
Finn moves around, adjusting to it. “No- no Daddy.”
“Or want it dripping out during your work day?”
“No Daddy!”
“You can take it out around lunch if it’s uncomfortable. But wear it as long as you can, Finn.”
He sighs. “Yes sir.”
“Turn around.”

Finn does on unsteady legs. He braces himself on the table. His eyes are still hazy, face pink. I ravish his lips again. “God I love you.”
Finn blinks at me slowly, lids fluttering. “Not as much as I love you Daddy. Fuck I love being late for work.”
I laugh. “Your boss probably doesn’t think like that.”
“He should get laid more.”
“Probably. Stay there.”

I stroll into the bathroom to put the lube back and get a damp towel. I clean myself up and tuck myself back in my pants as Finn watches. He reaches out to brush his fingers over my cock before it disappears back inside. I inspect the mess Finn has made next. His cock is softening and contained now, but there is still a lot of cum – on the table, on him. I clean the extra off his panties, and clean some streaks of lube from his ass and thighs. There’s still some cum in the fabric, which pleases me.
“Clean enough.”
“You’re serious about not letting me change!”
“I am. That was the deal. You’ll smell like me all day. A bit wet and a bit used. Which is how it should be, cause you are my kitten to use as I want.”
Finn bites his lip and gives me damp eyes as he nods vigorously. “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. I feel so amazing, thank you for fucking me before work and letting me cum.”
To my surprise he holds out his arms and I hug him in return. “It was my pleasure giving you pleasure.”
Finn embraces me and sighs. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go to work.”
“You have to. And you’re gonna be late. Get your slacks on, I’ll take you.”

“It’s the wrong way from where you have to go though.”
I shake my head. “It’s my fault you’re late. I’m not gonna get you in trouble at work. If I’m late to where I have to go, I’ll take the blame.”
“You’re so kind. Thank you Daddy,” Finn smiles. “I feel so spoiled. Ooo when I move I can feel the dampness in my panties. I’m glad I just came or I’d be hard again!”
“If you get hard today, text me. I wanna hear what caused it.”
Finn groans as he puts on his slacks.. “Are you ever turned like, off?”
“As long as my sexy little kitten exists? No.”
Finn tries to suppress a smile of satisfaction. I’m his as much as he is mine, and he knows it.

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