by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Valentino lifts his head up at the sound of the back doors opening. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Oh guess you’re finally awake huh?”
“Yeah, late today. That piece of ass wore me the fuck out last night. I think he may have been a succubus or something.”
“I don’t know how you can be with guys like that… doesn’t it feel so artificial to you, that he’s probably pretending to enjoy it?”
Val glares at his brother. “First of all, no. Second of all, no. ‘Guys like that’ are professionals. They don’t take clients they don’t want to and can’t please. To them, sex is an art and they enjoy using what they’ve learned to give their clients pleasure – pleasure they also enjoy. They know we can pay half of that to just come in some plump ass and walk away, but we’re not paying them to be sex dolls.”
Angelo holds up his hands. “Jeez, I hit a sensitive subject. Sorry.”
“It’s not sensitive, you’re just wrong.”
Angelo dives into the pool. He swims over to the shallow end and stands up not far from Val. “Still, the transaction…there’s no connection to it. Don’t you want to be with someone who naturally goes after you?”
Val sighs. “I should repeat what I said earlier about how boys like the one in my bed upstairs don’t service clients they don’t want, but somehow I don’t think you’d listen the second time.”
“I still don’t believe it,” Angelo corrects.
Val waves his hand. “You have it all wrong. Maybe it isn’t this way for you, but my time is valuable. I get up at 6:30, work all damn day, exercise, make dinner, and then I finally get my leisure time. I don’t want to waste it trawling every loud, overpriced club searching for some guy to be interested in me, is interested in sex, and wants to go home with me. And who knows if we’re even compatible? That’s exhausting, time consuming, and pointless. When I hire a professional, it fits in my schedule perfectly and I always know the sex will be awesome. I’m worth it.”
Angelo narrows his eyes because he knows he’s been insulted. “Whatever. You gays are so shallow. Women aren’t like that.”
“Poor Angelo, you probably don’t even know you’ve been a pityfuck for some woman before. Maybe you should hire a professional sometime. Or maybe you should let that boy in my bed upstairs blow you. I think you’d be questioning some things after. He is good.” Val grins.
Angelo makes a face. “Watching a guy suck a cock seems wrong. Cocks are ugly.”
“Maybe yours is.”
“Fuck you, Val.”
Val laughs. “I like my cock. It brings me a lot of fun, and I spoil it.”
Angelo makes a face. “Gross.” He makes a dismissive hand gesture and goes to swim laps.

Val doesn’t know that the ‘hot piece of ass last night’ he hired to rock his world last night has been eavesdropping through the window as he ate his breakfast in the kitchen. Dorian sets his empty bowl aside to furiously text his best friend with what he was hearing. “Uh how do you thank your client for flattering the shit out of you when you can’t get a hard on and your hole is sore???”
“Hahaha! Just give him a massage. That always works for me. Just pressing your body against theirs gets them excited.”
“Oh girl you’re so smart. But first I have to stop blushing first before I can go out there! I look like a schoolgirl.” He runs for the freezer, and Val walks into the kitchen to get a drink only to see Dorian pressing frozen peas to his face.

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by ccallenreese

adangelo80:

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Sexy

“How’s this Daddy?”
“My, what a beautiful cupid you are. You are so tan! I see you are enjoying the pool.”
“It’s so nice to lay out when I get back from my grad classes. I can’t tell you how much I love staying with you Daddy.”
“Pft, that’s my line. I love having you in my house. I like the idea of a cute boy walking around my property in a tiny Speedo when I’m not home.”
“Well that definitely happens. But not today. I’ve been naked today.”
“Ooo. You should just stay naked…at least until I get home.”
“I can do that. I was gonna do some yoga. Should I film it?”
“Yes. Yes please. I want to see your muscles in action.”
“But how are you going to focus at work, Daddy?”
“Who says I’m focusing? I’m thinking of what I want to do to you when I get home.”
“Well in that case. Maybe my videos will give you some ideas. I’m going to go get started <3 I need to get started on dinner by 4.”
“Ok, ok fine. I love how you seem to be settling in though. Makes me happy to see you relax.”
“When you fucked me the first time, I remember just splaying out in your bed thinking that I’d forgotten what it was like to relax… you have a gift, Daddy. I’m happy to have met you.”
“Excuse me, gonna go do a manly cry in the bathroom.”
“Oh no Daddy! I’m sorry.”
“No don’t apologize. Never apologize. Go do your yoga. I’m gonna go have feelings.”
“That made me giggle. Love ya Daddy. Send ya videos soon!”

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vallentiro14:

“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“This sucks.”
“It does suck. I wanted to roast marshmallows on a fire.” Ollie pouts.
“Yeah I did too. No way the rain’s gonna let up though.”
Ollie sighs. We were supposed to be camping right now, but the “drizzle” we anticipated had become a downpour so we were stuck in a seedy motel for the evening.
“Well, at least we can have sex in a real bed,” I say.
Ollie looks at me. “Ok, normally I would totally be about that, but I am also disappointed I didn’t get to have sex in a tent.”
“Well I don’t think there’s room to set up a tent in here, but we can build a blanket fort, put the sleeping bag pads down and have sex on those if you want?”
He smiles. “You want to build a blanket fort? Really?”
“We can call it motel camping,” I suggest. “And there’s an over-hang outside our motel door. We can totally get the propane stove going to make dinner, or at least, make cocoa you can drink out your of favorite camping mug. We can play Uno in our tent, knock the whole thing over having sex, make dinner, and then we can watch a movie and cuddle in all the blankets.”
Ollie points a finger at me. “Sold.”

We salvage a ruin trip in a spree of juvenile joy. By the time the sun goes down, we were splayed in our half-collapsed blanket fort basking in the afterglow of good sex while we listen to the rain hit the windows. We take advantage of having an actual shower to clean up, and then we make dinner on our “porch”. Turns out we aren’t the only ones who got rained out from the campground, and two other groups join us in making the most random mishmash of dinner out of food that would have otherwise spoiled. We pass plates and ketchup and bottles of alcohol and cups of soda up and down the narrow cement strip in front of our motel units, laughing and joking over how silly this all is.

Eventually someone from the motel comes over to see what the smell is, and we give him a burger and he let us be.

When it gets late, the rain comes down even harder. We clean up, put everything away, and settle into bed in a nest of blankets to watch a movie on TV. Ollie finishes his cocoa but is half asleep by this point, cuddling me as he starts to doze off against my shoulder.
“Today was pretty fun after all,” he murmurs.
“It was. But anytime I’m with you is a good day.”
Ollie smiles. “I love you,” he whispers.

I blush and feel hot at the impact of his words. It’s the first time he’s said it to me. “I love you too,” I reply. Any hint of sleepiness I had is now gone. I sit there for almost another hour while Ollie sleeps in my arms, wondering how I got so lucky that it rained today.

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vallentiro14:

“Who was that?” Jin asks as I walk back up to the pool deck.
I chuckle and toss the disposable phone onto my chair. “You know who it was.”
“Are you serious? We told them we’re done.”
“Apparently their new guy couldn’t get the goods through customs. Got seized at the airport.” I can’t help but chuckle.
Jim smirks. “Now they realize how good they had it.”
“Apparently not.” I walk down the pool steps. “I kept refusing, he kept trying to offer more and more money. That’s annoying as fuck, because if they could pay us more why didn’t they in the first place. But really it just drives home that they never respected us at all. That annoys me more.”
“Men like that don’t get that they need professionals to do this job well, and they never ever think of us more than just mules. They don’t get that there’s talent into it.”
“That is rude.” Jin agrees. He hooks his fingers in my Speedo. “They never appreciated us. Or bothered to look beyond skin deep.” He peers into my swim trunks. “To see all your beautiful assets and talents.”
I smile and kiss him. “I still don’t think they quite understand we’re a couple either. They called you my ‘buddy’.”
That makes Jin laugh and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.  “Dense fuckers!”
“Man, I still love the way you laugh. Your Japanese-ness really comes out. It’s adorable.”
“Oh come on, no it’s not.”
“It is too.” I kiss him again, and Jin’s lips linger on mine.
“It’s really hard to argue with you when you’re kissing me.”
I smile. “Talents.” I lean back into the water and push off my feet so I’m floating into the deeper end. A thought hits me and I bring myself upright. “Hey Jin?”
“Hm?”
“I didn’t give them that cell number they called us on.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah.” I stand up. “If we’re gonna start a family, we need to make sure they can’t find us. Kids are leverage. We need to really disconnect.”
Jin gets quiet. “It was probably Raul. We’re going to need to get a new phone guy.”
“Raul probably knows him. No, we need to totally disconnect.”
“You think we need new IDs?”
I groan. “I don’t want to do that again.”
“We can’t be changing them once we start the adoption process.”
“Yeah I know.” I walk to the steps and out of the pool until I find where I left the phone. I toss it into the pool. Jin and I watch it sink.
“That was a good idea,” he says.
I sigh and get back into the pool. “Can we talk about IDs later? It’s so warm out here. Can we swim and make out and sunbathe naked, and THEN talk about IDs over a nice refreshing dinner of fruit and fresh fish as the sun sets?”
“You always have the best idea. Especially that bit about making out. I hate when guys think any sign of affection meant fucking. There’s just something so pure and nice about kissing boys.”
“Ah, yes, I love kissing boys too. Especially Japanese ones who have the most adorable laugh.”
Jin blushes a little. “If you want to be kissed, you need to get over here before I change my mind.”
I take off my Speedo and slingshot it over to him. “Sending these ahead!”
Jin catches them. “Hey! Ah, fuck, I wish I had my goggles so I could spy on you underwater.”
“I’ll keep my butt above the water for you.”
Jin clutches the Speedo to his chest. “You really get me.”

I laugh and nearly swallow water as I dive underwater. Every day I feel more and more assured that we made the right choice to put the smuggling behind us so we could finally focus on being together without any fear something may go wrong. We had money in the bank and all the time in the world.
I surface in front of Jin. He wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to mine. Our lives haven’t even started. I can’t wait for the kids.

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vallentiro14:

I don’t fucking believe it. No way. He actually caught a fish with his bare hands. Is the pup instinct so strong in boys in that headspace that they can do stuff like that?? How is that even possible? Looks like he’s going to come over here now. Oh lord, he put it in his mouth. Kissing him later is going to be weird. But he seriously just caught dinner out of this lake. I’m so proud and impressed right now, but in a really weird way. It’s like one of those odd boners you get in totally unexpected situation.
“Did you really catch that boy? Bring it over here, don’t let it get away! Come! Good boy!”

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“Ah shit – hey honey?” Roland calls from the bathroom.
“Yay babe?” Gabriel responds from the bedroom.
 I forgot to grab a towel from the laundry basket. Can you grab one for me please? I’m dripping everywhere.”
“Sure thing, but you have to pay a kiss tax.”
“What the heck is that?” Roland asks.
Gabriel grabs a towel from the fresh laundry and brings into the bathroom. “A kiss tax is payment for my services. ”
“I think that’s a fair assessment. You got to see me naked too.” Roland wraps the towel around himself. Gabriel leans in for a kiss.
“Seeing you naked is always a highlight. Mmn. Good kiss. You are so warm. And you smell good.”
“It’s that soap you got from me Christmas. I love it.”
Gabriel smiles. “I’m glad. Get dressed quickly and come snuggle me. I want your warmth.”
“You want to stay and put the coconut oil on me?” Roland offers.
“That is something I didn’t know I wanted until now. Ya know, maybe we need to leave the towels out of the bathroom permanently. I’m liking where this all is leading.”
“If this is what happens every time I get out of the shower, I’d be late for work every day.” Roland points out.
“Eh, worth it.”
“I’ll just tell my boss I had to pay the kiss tax.”
“Surely he’ll understand.”
“Somehow, I think not.”
That makes Gabriel giggle. He picks up the coconut oil and squirted some in his palm. “Alright, warm boy, let’s get you all shiny. I cannot wait to snuggle you, you are gonna smell soooo good.”

“I really like how like…you’re so into me.”
“Well, I did marry you.” Gabriel points out.
“Yeah but like… mn, that feels good. You just like to be with me, and touch me. It’s nice,” Roland says softly.
“You’re sweet. But like, you wouldn’t believe how much I hold back. You’re my squish.”
“You’re what?” Roland chuckles.
“We used to have a golden retriever named Sunny when I was growing up, and she’d get attached to one plush toy and carry it everywhere. We’d call it her Squishy. I guess I learned it from her.”
“Man, you are such a golden retriever. I never realized that before, but man that is accurate. Hey there, I feel you squeezing my butt back there.”
“Butt tax.”
“I see. I’m gonna need a receipt for all these taxes I’m paying.”
“You’ll have to dog the accountant at the pawffice for that, but if you’re pugnacious they’ll fetch it for you.”
Roland could only laugh. “God, Gabriel that was so bad!”

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AXEL KANE | Men.com

Basically, that’s the look when your latest boy learns he’s getting an extra week in chastity and a spanking, but it’s also the look of him realizing that his actions have consequences.
“I’m not just locking you up and giving you release ‘when I feel like it’, I have a very specific schedule I’m following and I’m monitoring what your body is doing. When you secretly use a vibrator to ejaculate and empty your balls, I can absolutely tell. I don’t like you going behind my back. This also tells me you’re not quite understanding what the goals are with your lock up. So after we’re done with your punishment, we’re going to sit down and talk about it. Well. Maybe we should do that now. You’re not going be comfortable sitting for a little while after your punishment.”

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vallentiro14:

Ah shit, there’s another bruise on my thigh. Goddamn it, I’m so hung over. I can barely remember anything. Just how many guys did I let fuck me last night? I know there was that one guy in the red shirt… ugh my head. This light is too bright. I need an aspirin. And breakfast. And a shower. And probably an STD test though.”

Kyle reaches for his phone and glances at it. He hits the ‘Home’ button. Someone had set Kyle’s wallpaper to him sucking someone’s cock. Kyle stares at it. Guy had a green shirt. And a big bush.

Well, there’s two guys accounted for at least. Kyle stood up and winced in the light. Man, that was one fucking party. Christ I need an aspirin. And breakfast. And a shower. And maybe two STD tests. And adult supervision in the future.

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vallentiro14:

“All of it?”
“Yep. All of it. I’m washing all your clothes because ALL of them smell like mildew. Your washer had a drainage issue I fixed, and you had too much lint in the dryer. You haven’t had clean clothes for a while now. So everything you’re wearing comes off.”
“Wait. You came over here to help organize my house. What do you mean you ‘fixed the washing machine?’“
“Listen, a houseboy does not do job half assed. I can’t organize your closet if your clothing smells like mildew, and I can’t donate stuff that isn’t clean either. I start from the 2nd floor down. I already organized your linen closet and bathroom, and now that you’re home we can finish the master bedroom.”

Jeremy stared at Anthony. He worked for Jeremy’s friend Steve…he’d heard what a bossy little thing he could be, but Jeremy was seeing why Steve adored him so much. Anthony was good at his job.
“You know what, I ain’t gonna argue.” Jeremy walked to the laundry room and took off clothes.
“I appreciate that.” Anthony leaned against the door and watched. “Damn those legs…”
Jeremy looked at him. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“I always wanted to see you naked.”
“What? Me?”
“Yeah. Started at Steve’s pool party. You’re real hot. Hot in a different way Steve is.”
Jeremy blushed. “Thank you.”
“Mmhmm. You wanna fuck me later, let me know.”
“Damn, aren’t you brazen!”
“I know what I want,” Anthony said with a grin.
Jeremy stood before him bare ass naked while Anthony ogled him. “Well this is gonna go both ways. You need to be naked too.”
Anthony thought. “I suppose that is fair. I’ve never organized a house naked before. This should be fun.” Anthony stripped out of his clothing too.

Anthony put the washer on and they both went upstairs to see what Anthony had been busy doing up there. They got a little distracted in the bedroom when Jeremy took Anthony up on his offer early.

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Classic gardens

Alastair pulled his robe around him. The chill languished, trapped in the low morning fog that yet to burn off. Hidden birds sang their dawn song all around them, making the plants and trees seems as if they were tweeting themselves. Cordain untied his elk-horse from the copse of trees along the creek where it had spent the night.
“It gets light our earlier and earlier now. I’m afraid our riskiness is turning to foolishness.” Cordain remarked.
Alastair yawned. “Love makes one foolish regardless. I almost wish to be caught just to stop living in fear of being caught.”
“You don’t mean that. If we were caught, the punishment…”
Alastair grabbed his sleeve. “I would never let them kill you.”
“Shhh.” Cordain cupped his jaw. “I know. But don’t let your passion put your life in jeopardy, my butterfly.”
Alastair took that moment to steal a kiss. “I won’t. But it’s getting so hard now to keep hiding. Especially now that father and mother have selected a bride for me.” Alastair made a face.
“I’m sure she’s lovely.”
“She’s a fourth daughter. They’re desperate to marry me.”
Cordain kissed the back of Alastair’s hand and reluctantly broke touch. He mounted his elk-horse. “A fourth daughter is better than a half elven bastard son from a disgraced Lord.”
“Maybe.” Alastair shrugged. “But I still want you.”
Cordain smiled. “I love you, my Prince. Enough that my heart bursts at the sight of you and pains at the thought of leaving you. Every second I get to be with you is the happiest moment of my life.”
“Oh Cordain!” Alastair brushed a tear away from his face. “Stop it, this is hard.”
“Oh love, I’m sorry to make you weep. You haven’t slept much or eaten. Please go inside before someone sees you out here.”
Alastair nodded reluctantly. “I am tired, but I don’t regret it. I never feel satisfied until you’ve bedded me.”
“Ok, how am I suppose to depart and leave the flattery behind?”
Alastair chuckled softly. “You’ll have to come back to hear more.”
“I will be back. Sunday night. Right here.”
“Yes. I’ll await you.”

Cordain grabbed the pommel and leaned over for another kiss. “Rest well my Prince.”
“Good day, Cordain. Don’t forget to the follow the creek, the tree line will hide your view. Don’t rush.”
“I won’t my Prince. Farewell.” Cordain dug his heels in and the elk-horse took off.

Alastair sighed as their presence vanished into the rough edges of the garden into the woods beyond. The castle seemed so far away now, the walk back longer every time. He couldn’t bear it. If only they could be together forever. Then perhaps, Alastair would be waking up just now instead of heading to bed, and he’d be reaching for Cordain and his proud erection instead of being exhausted from it. “Well, I got the gift early, but not without punishment.” The soreness and fatique was beginning to set in. Looked like he was going to be sleeping on his side again.

Then again, Alastair realized, if they could reside together, they’d spoon in bed and Alastair would be on his side anyway. Prince Alastair filled his head with a dreamy scene of a morning spent together with Cordain, and he practically floated back to his room.

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