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Jorge set is sparkling water on the end table and dropped onto the sofa with his Switch. He’d done all his tasks today – he’d worked out, prepped meals for the next two days, cleaned the kitchen, and had a consultation with a new client over his fitness goals.
Sweet, guilt-less leisure time until his boyfriend came home.

About twenty minutes later, Jorge heard the door open. He perked up. “Donovan?”
“I’m home~”
“Welcome home, kitten. How was your day?”
“Tiring,” Donovan whined.
Jorge paused his game and looked up as Donovan came into the room.

“I heard you get up early this morning. Did it catch up to you?”
“Yeah it did. I couldn’t sleep after that weird dream I had, so I thought I’d go for a jog and start my day early. Caught up to me after lunch. I nearly fell asleep at my desk, so I’m going to work from home the rest of the day.”
“You want something to eat? Dinner’s in the crockpot for later, be ready about 7.”
Donovan yawned. “No… just a nap.” He eyed Jorge on the sofa. “Fuck you’re a sight for sore eyes. Hm. I know what I’m going to do.”
“What?”
Donovan held up a finger. “One moment.” He went to the bedroom. Jorge could hear him opening drawers. A few minutes later Donovan came back in his pajama pants and a soft tee shirt. He was also holding the seat from the reading chair by their big sun window.
“What are you doing with that kitten?”
Donovan smiled. “Cat nap.” He put the cushion on the floor between Jorge’s legs and sat down on it. He leaned his head against Jorge’s thigh and nuzzled the tight cotton briefs straining to contain Jorge’s package.
“Oh hello there. Is that where your nap spot is gonna be?”
“Mmmhm. I’m very comfortable. Also you smell good.”
Jorge tousled Donovan’s auburn curls. “I showered after my work out.”
“Ish nice.” Jorge then added, “This is so much better than my desk.”
Donovan smiled. “Get some rest kitten. I’m going to wear your ass out after dinner.”
Jorge pulled his sagging head up. “Buh? What did you say?”
“Nothing, nothing. Kitten. Get some rest.”
“I hope I heard that right…”
Donovan chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. “Rest.”
“Oh that feels sooo good,” Donovan purred.

Jorge messed around on his phone with one hand until he was sure Donovan was out, and then withdrew his hand from his boyfriend’s hair so he could use his Switch with both hands. Hard to focus though with such adorableness at his feet. Jorge glanced at the can on the end table. Good thing he thought to bring that. He was going to be stuck on the sofa for a while. Not like he had any complaints about it though…

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Caspian folded his arms and considered the flowers. Master had brought them home on Tuesday evening when his office closed for the Thanksgiving holiday. They survived the holiday, but now the roses were fading. The immature daisies were now in full bloom though. Caspian took the vase into the kitchen and sorted the blooms out. Some of the baby’s breath was salvageable as well. He plucked a milk bottle from the laundry room, cleaned it, and put the freshly cut stems in. Satisfied, Caspian returned it to the living room table. The sun made the arrangement glow.
“Lovely,” he said. Caspian smiled and went to make two cups of tea. As he waiting for the tea to steep, Caspian heard footsteps behind him. Caspian glanced into the dining room. Master paused to consider the flowers. He bent over and smelled them. To Caspian’s astonishment, Master picked up the flowers and took it with him.

The timer chimed and Caspian turned his attention to the tea. He put the second mug and two lace cookies on a small tray and took them to the sun room.
“Master?” he called.
“Yes boy?”
“I brought you tea. Permission to enter.”
“Ah. Delightful. Enter.”
Caspian balanced the tray on one hand so he could open the door. Master cleared a space on his desk so Caspian could place the tea. When he approached the desk, Caspian spotted the flowers in the milk bottle on the right side of Master’s laptop. Ahhh, things made sense now. The view outside the sun room was a forest bare from fall and dusted with the first winter’s snow. Caspian suppressed a smile. He placed the tea and cookies and knelt.
“May I do anything for you Sir?”
“If I told you, I’d be insulting you. You know what you need to do without me at this point, you are so ingrained with this household.”
“Oh Sir, that’s not true. I still need your guidance.”
“Subtle influences, maybe,” Master said with a smile. “How is your plug fitting?”
Caspian blinked. “Until now I forgot I was wearing it…”
“Aahh. That means it’s time to get you a bigger one.”
“Bi-bigger?” Caspian blushed.

“It really delights me how shy you are until I get you down into our play room, and you become a totally different boy. I believe, was it two nights ago? you were making the most filthy demands out of me.”
“I have no memory of that at all,” Caspian said in a dry tone.
His Master chuckled. “I like releasing that side of you. Houseboy by day, sub by night… hm. That could make a fairly good novel. The BDSM defender by night…”
“You have quite an imagination Sir. I wish I had time to fight crime. I do look good in tight clothing though.”
“Mn that you do. If you get cold later, maybe you should put on that vinyl outfit you wore at Pride instead of your long johns. Make dinner in that.”
Caspian thought about that. It didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. Dinner was mostly Thanksgiving left overs anyway, and he wouldn’t have much to burn when things inevitably got a bit heated. They were both quiet in their own thoughts. A notification sounded on Sir’s laptop. He glanced at it.
“Alright, tea’s getting cold. You’re dismissed love.”
Caspian shook his head and cleared his through. “Yes sir.” He bowed his head and stood up. “Thank you Sir.”

He left the room and went to find his kink wear. Maybe he should wear the long sleeve piece with the vinyl short pants he barely fit into anymore. Maybe Sir would let him feed him dinner wearing his gloves…
Caspian tutted himself. No point getting himself horny now just to be frustrated all day. Wait….nope too late. Time to go for a walk in the snow.

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by ccallenreese

Hope all you guys are doing well. Trying to pick up writing more regularly as I will now be moving at the end of the year. In one week at the end of October, I got into a car accident (I’m fine!), and then my roommate bailed on me without paying rent so it was a little bit of a chaotic time. I was also working six days a week.

Soooo hopefully things will stay pretty chill until I move.

Still looking for Tumblr recommendations if you guys have them.

I appreciate you all. 🍓♥️❤️🎈

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Gavin stopped on the stoop of his house. “Oh my god.”
“There you are. Good mornin!”
“What the…Khan, it’s 7:30 in the morning. Have you been up all night?”
“Yeah baby. The parties in Miami don’t stop!”
Gavin walked down the pathway to the sidewalk, his ankle boots making tapping noises on the cement as he walked. His face was a mask of astonishment. “Oh my god, Khan. Where are your pants? Children live in this neighborhood…”
“I was at a pool party last, no pants needed. This jacket makes all the statement I need.”
Gavin put his fingers over his mouth and took in the scene, cause it was a scene. “Khan. You need to go home and sleep this off. You’re trashed.”
“Nah, baby, I have to tell you something. That I love you so fuckin’ much. All these hot guys, these club guys – they ain’t got nothing on you. I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night, seeing your face on everyone in the room. Imagine you cuddling up to me, nuzzling my shoulder of his fuzzy coat… I want to be with you. I want you to be there when I’m home.”
Gavin sighed softly. “Khan. We hooked up a couple times. We had a spark. But I don’t date people who sell drugs.”
“Baby~ I told you it’s day trading.”
“Funny. The markets open at 9:30 am, and you are always asleep at that time.”
Khan made a tsk noise and looked away.
“Look, you’re hot, you’re hung. The sex was amazing. But you’re reckless. And you ain’t straight with me.” Gavin pointed at himself. “I’m not some stupid, hot piece of ass, gold diggin’ ho, whose dick overrides their brain. I’m embarrassed I gave you I gave you that impression enough that you’d think this little stunt would work, cause it clearly has on others before.”
Khan opened his mouth and held up his hands, but Gavin held up a manicured finger. “It’s 7:30 in the morning. You need to go to bed. I need to go work. You want to date me, you better work on yourself first.”

Gavin turned down the sidewalk and up his driveway. He heard applause and was startled to see his neighbor standing on the porch holding a chancla. “You tell him, Gavey! You want me to throw this at him?”
Gavin turned red. “No, Mama Maria, but thank you. He’s going now.”
“Oh come on Gavin,” Khan pleaded. “Think about it at least! Let’s just go out, I’ll work on myself, we can talk it through!”
Gavin stopped with his hand on his car. “I’ll think about you when I need a one night stand. But that’s all.” And then he got into his car and backed out.

At a red light, Gavin exhaled and tilted his head back. Hard to leave such a beautiful man and such a nice cock behind. Good sex wasn’t worth that drama though. “Guess this club boy has finally grown up.” Gavin felt a bit sad about that and changed the music to Daft Punk. “This club boy still has good taste in music at least.”

One week later, Gavin met the man he would eventually marry. He was, actually, a day trader, and owned a lovely pink cardigan.

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John was doing his leg exercises and advertising at the same time, but he was still surprised when someone walking past actually snapped his jock strap string! His head jerked back, but the stud was already walking past him with a wink and a wave. John blushed. He had a feeling he’d run into that guy in the locker room later… he increased the weight on the machine and repeated his exercises.

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Still dealing with things. I have to move by the end of the month, so once that’s settled posts will pick up.

Appreciate your guys’ patience.

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Best way to wake up

Your parents were gonna go stay at their friends house on the lake for the weekend, and you had the place to yourself. Your mom even winked at you on the way out when she said: if you want to have some of your college buddies over, just clean up after yourselves.

Ugh, was she suggesting a literal pity party cause you didn’t have a huge group of friends? Your goal at college wasn’t to party, it was to study and graduate early. Yet your mom seemed to be under the impression you struggled at your social life, probably because all your friends just so happened to be guys. Oh, you realize, she probably thinks you’ll throw a party to hook up with some chick. Ugh. That was worse. Supervising a party of fratbros and sorority sisters and trying to prevent them from destroying your parents’ house was not your idea of a fun weekend.

But you did have an inkling of what could be a fun weekend. You just had to call Joseph. “Hey, my parents are out of town for the weekend. Wanna come fuck over here for once? We can be as loud as we want… and there’s a pool.”
Joseph didn’t need to think twice. “I’ll pack an overnight bag. I was hoping you’d call man. Been needing a fuck, man.”
“Glad to hear that. Missin’ your tight body something fierce. We’ve been studying so hard, this weekend we reward ourselves.”

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Rafael set his cup on his thigh and exhaled as the warm tea went into his stomach. “Man, this is so nice,” he said.
Jude smiled at him. He was sitting with his back against the pillows, cup held with both hands. He was also wearing underwear, but also a tee shirt. “It is nice. I can’t remember the last time I got to actual enjoy my darjeeling while it was hot.”
Rafael chuckled. “That’s the truth.” He sipped. “Man, it’s so weird to hear the house so quiet.”
“Yeah I noticed that too. Some part of me instinctively feels that something is wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because you know, when the kids are quiet, something is being destroyed.”
Rafael laughs again. “That’s a true statement if I ever heard one. But we can’t be on edge if we’re going to enjoy our long weekend together. Or get anything done.”
Jude sipped. “I suppose. We’re not getting much done though. We’re just lounging in bed this morning.”
“Disagree. That was the whole point of sending the kids to your parents for our anniversary weekend, was so we could enjoy some time off together – not just so we could tidy up the house. We’re accomplishing that. Hell, I’d say we even got a head start last night catching up on that sex we missed.”
“Well when you put it that way, I’m going to merge with the pillows and not reappear until my teacup is empty. And damn, you were so hot last night. I can’t believe how tight I am now. I’m gonna have to work on that.”
Rafael smirked at Jude. “You gonna wear a plug around the house for me this weekend like we did when we were dating?”
Jude blushed. “Maybe.”
“I think it’s fucking hot. You smell really nice when you’re aroused.”
“I do?”
“Absolutely.”
Jude sniffed his wrist. “I don’t smell any different.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Are you aroused right now?”
“… A little. I may have been covertly staring at your bulge.”
“You are welcome to it. But we need to be ready and downstairs by noon.”

Jude blinked. “What? What for? Do we have plans?”
Rafael tried to hide the smug look on his face. “Yep. Adrian’s coming by with the sledgehammers, and his dad’s coming with to help with the electrical.”
“Sledgehammers? For what?” Jude looked so utterly confused.
“We’re demolishing that island in the kitchen you hate. And we’re also getting a new dishwasher by the way. Happy Anniversary.”
Jude stared. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. We’re getting the island out of the way. You complain about it every day. So I couldn’t think of a better gift to you.”
Jude set his tea cup down. “Holy shit, Rafael, you’re amazing.” He cupped his husband’s scruffy face with both hands and kissed him over and over. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Rafael put his own cup on the nightstand, snaked an arm around Jude’s waist, and pulled him on top of his stretched out form. “I’m so happy you’re happy.”
“Ah, you’re so warm. And furry.” Jude nuzzled his partner’s chest. “I’m not happy, I’m absolutely ecstatic. No more hitting the island with the dishwasher door. No more walking all the way around the island to get to the other side of dishwasher. No more loud wash cycle…. I’m in heaven. Or getting old getting excited over appliances. One or the other.”
“We’re a long way since I gave you LSD for your birthday huh?“
Jude chuckled. “Wee bit. But I’d still do LSD with you.”
“I think I know what we’re doing over Christmas.”
Jude giggled. “Have a Christmas light rave.”
“That sounds excellent. Mnnf, you’re distracting me with the way you’re moving your hips…”
“Have your balls reloaded from last night?” Jude slipped his hands between them.
“Very much.”
“I think we need to continue from last night…” He caressed Rafael through the white cotton.
“Oh hell that feels good! Yea-yeah we can definitely continue. Just remember, we have to be presentable by noon.”
“It’s 9:30. Dick first.”
“Our tea is going to go cold.”
“We can reheat it.” He circled his thumb over the tip of Rafael’s cockhead trapped under the cotton.
He hissed. “Jesus christ, I need to get these off!”
“I was hoping you were going to say that, or I’m gonna have a real hard time sucking you off.”

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Bill glanced at himself in the mirror as he left the bathroom. The scratch marks he spotted before his shower were still noticeable. What a randy little thing he’d picked up last night! Bill paused in the doorway to consider the twink in his bed. Jax was naked except for his socks, twisted in Bill’s stained sheets. He was exceptionally pretty in the daylight. Slim and lightly muscled, faintly furred, proper pouty lips, manicured nails. Bill glanced at his name-brand clothes draped over a chair.
In another era, Jax would have absolutely been a dandy in high society. A daring rapscallion perhaps, a lusty bachelor who never marries. There’s rumors of the social clubs he goes to, and despite have many lady friends he has tea with, none of the rumors are about them…

Bill chuffs breath out of his nose at the image in his head. That should be Jax’s Halloween costume. He’d never fucked a boy in a waistcoat before.

And actually, he’d never fucked such a hot twink before either. Damn Bill, he asked himself, What did you drink last night? Liquid courage? There was also the fact that the twink was locked in a chastity cage. He’d never in his life picked up a boy with one on before, and it’d been a thrilling discovery to find out about it. It was like getting a rare Pokemon card or something – you need knew until you unwrapped it. Bill wondered who locked him, mostly to thank him for Jax writhing under him last night.

Bill walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet aside. To his surprise, there was a dark stain under Jax’s chastity cage. He’d been leaking all night! Despite what shot out last night, it seems there was still more to go. Jax’s cock twitched in its restraint. Bill licked his lips. He was now seeing the untapped potential of a locked boy.

Well, it was bad manners to leave your one-night-stands unsatisfied. Bill dropped the towel and crawled into bed to rouse Jax and greet him good morning.

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