by ccallenreese

sdkomet:

I look up from the register as the young man walks into our shop wearing only sneakers. “Uh hi, can I help you?”
“What aisle is underwear in?” he asks.
“Four. But just to let you know, even though we’re a kink shop, clothing is normally mandatory…”
“Oh, I won’t cause any trouble. I’ll leave my pants here as a guarantee. See, I had a crazy night last night and ripped my underwear and jeans. I had to leave where I crashed at in a hurry cause my hook-up’s parents came over. I’m just tryin’ to be decent.”
“Aaaah. Someone knows how to have a good time! Yeah, go ahead. Oh, and one block down there’s a tailor who can fix your pants for you.”
“Wow, thanks.”
“No problem.” I return back to organizing my receipts…but not before I let my eyes linger on that cute butt. Someone was lucky to have a piece of that and probably regretted losing it this morning!

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br0b8:

themaleasshall:

Hulk Jr

My sister had to work that day so it was just me and her hot husband alone in the house together. I’d been getting a vibe from him all week, and it wasn’t lost on me that he’d waited until that moment to walk around in his underwear.

“Sleep alright?” he said. “Want some breakfast?”

“Sure,” I said, boldly staring at his nearly-nude body, the tight ass and huge bulge in his red underwear.

“Sorry, guess I’m pretty casual when your sister isn’t around,” he said, glancing down at himself then back up at me with a shy smile.

“What else do you do when she’s not around?” I said. He looked at me, and I watched in amazement as his cock began to rise in his underwear. “Is that what’s for breakfast?” I said. I walked up to him and cupped his growing boner in my hand. He let out his breath.

“You can’t say anything to her,” he whispered.

“I won’t,” I said, and stuck my hand down the front of his briefs, feeling his thick, shaved boner. “As long as you fuck me with this thing.”

“Hell yeah,” he said, his lips close to mine. “I want you to fuck me too, though.”

“Absolutely,” I said, and we kissed – lips opening, tongues mingling. “She’s lucky to get you in her bed every night.”

“Yeah but she can’t give me everything I need,” he said.

“Amen,” I said, and followed him to their bedroom.

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by ccallenreese

dutchgayboy2000:

“I’m such a horny boy…” Dylan climbed onto the seat. “I need a really really experienced man to handle me.” Dylan pushed his ass out. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with a man, and not a boy.”
Roger twisted his wrist as he slid his grip up and down his cock. “God you are a slutty boy. You know what you want, know what you need, and you don’t have time to waste on someone just looking to get off.”
“No, I’m tired of boys and inexperienced beta men who don’t satisfy me.” Dylan arched his back. “Someone told me my ass is too small. Is it?”
“No you have a beautiful ass, boy. So round and peachy. I love a white boy’s ass. When you smack it, the red hand prints last for hours…”
Dylan parted his knees and brought himself up against the wall, with the intention of looking sultry and to get him into position for a butt shake. “Your cock looks so tempting… you think you can– Ew! There’s a bug back there.”
“Yeah I can – wait, what?” Roger blinked. “A bug?”
“Yeah it’s HUGE. And very dead. Ewwww!”
Roger grunted. “That’s not very sexy. Fucking cockblocked by a bug…”  He stood up, dick in hand, and sauntered over the little table. He peered behind it. “Oh yeah. Ew. It is huge. Looks like a palmetto bug. Or a cockroach.”
“Ew ew ew!” Dylan whined in a queeny tone, flailing his hands.

“I’ll get it,” Roger said. He pulled table out, pushed the bug into a paper cup with a tissue, shoved the tissue into the cup, and threw it out. He then bagged the trash up and set it outside the room, careful to not show his nudity.
“There! Vanquished.”
“My hero~” Dylan sighed. He was sitting on the seat like a mermaid. He clasped his hands together and pressed them against his own cheek. “You’re so brave.”
Roger chuffed and went to wash his hands. “Not that brave.”
“But brave enough that you’ve won my affection. I’ve decided, you may have my ass. Any man who can handle a palmetto bug can handle my ass.”
“Oh fuck yes. And I didn’t even have to slay a dragon! Saves on dry cleaning.”
Dylan giggled.
Roger made a muscular pose. “The brave knight has saved the kingdom and now – I can have my prize.” While Dylan ogled, Roger strode over, dick bobbing, to where Dylan was still perched on the seat and picked him up.
“Ayeeee!” He giggled.
Roger then chucked him on the bed. “You wanna be handled huh?” He flipped Dylan over, lifted his hips up. “Get your knees under you. Wide. Wider. That’s a good boy…” Roger smacked that butt hard. “I’m not gonna stop until we get a noise complaint from the front desk!”
Dylan moaned. “Oh fuck yeah, finally! Someone who gets it!”
Roger smiled. The thought of that bug was already out of Dylan’s head, just as intended. Now he only had one thing on his mind – dick. Roger had eight thick inches that would satisfy that.

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speedobuttandtaint:

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He’s drinking out of the carton again! Must. Punish. Bad boy! But he’s not wearing pants. Butt…ass…cock…gorgeous legs… Must. Reward. Oh noes. The system is at an impasse. What the hell do you do in these situations? Oh wait. Spanking. Yeah. That’ll balance it out! A spanking that teases but is also firm. Yeah, perfect. Thank god I thought of that, I don’t want to seem weak to a boy wearing literally only a sweater and a milk mustache.

“BOY I told you not to do that, now get it over here and over my lap!”
He startles. “Sir! How long have you been standing there!”
”Now, boy!”
“Eeep!”

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maxtem19:

I was reading this morning. The room smelled of chocolate and coffee from the grounds steeping in the french press on the side table. My boy has just set it down and was returning again with some morning pastries.

He presented himself by the sofa in position 1 and looked up at me. “Happy Father’s Day,” he said, “you’re so much more than a father to me and I really appreciate that.”

And then his shy smile. Heartbreaking.

“C’mere pup.”

I pulled him over to me by his collar. I kissed him gently with his lock, my lock, in my palm. I reached into my pocket and produced a set of keys on a ring.

“All these keys fit that padlock.” I said, picking out one and pushing it into the keyway. “Some require a bit more effort to get in. They don’t quite fit, but the lock will accept it. They scrape and stick, but it will get in there. Some don’t fit at all, but we can still test it against the slot.”

I turned the key, but the cylinder did not move. I chose another from the ring.

“Inside this lock are pins. Nubs. Buttons. They must line up correctly with the edge of the cylinder to work. It’s not just about whether a key will conform to the slot, but whether it will also align with the spring mechanics within.”

Another turn, but the cylinder remained resistant. I chose another key.

“This lock is you. You wear it to show your ownership, but it is also a metaphor for your own body. There are other keys. They may fit. They may not. But only one key is going to penetrate you and push all of your buttons. Only one key is going to unlock your brain, or your body, or your spirit.”

The key turned. The cylinder turned with it. Inside, a mechanism sprung open. The shank split from the body. I clicked the shackle shut and kissed my boy.

“I’m happy to be that key for you. It is as rewarding to be a key as it is to be a lock. We are both required for the other.”

Hey Maxtem wrote something~

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“Father, I don’t want to leave for London early. I want to stay here.”
“You just want to stay here because of that Harding boy.”
“He’s a friend,” Hendrick insisted.
“He’s a troublemaker. A gold digger. What would the society pages say if they caught you together? I don’t know if you’ve forgotten this, but our name still means something. At least we have to keep up our good name until you get married.”
Hendrick sighed. “Father. Marriage? That’s so …far off. I still have to complete my studies first. Find a job. Settle.”
“Well I married your mother not long after I graduated.”
“I know father. You’ve told me a thousand times.”
“Don’t get fresh with me, Hendrick.”
Hendrick sighed. “I’m sorry Father.”
“Why don’t you go up to your aunt’s near Albany? There’s plenty of outdoor adventures in upstate New York. You can leave to Europe from there.”
“Father…that’s a hassle. I want to stay here before I leave for Europe. I won’t cause you any trouble, I’ll stay away from ‘the Harding boy’. His name is Joseph by the way.”

His father waved his hand. “Whatever. I don’t want him to come up, and I don’t want to see him again. Keep your head down until you go to Europe for summer studies.”
“Yes sir.”

Hendrick watched his father leave. He waited until the boots faded from the hallway. “God, he’s gone, thank god.”
Joseph came out of the bathroom. “I kind of like being called ‘the Harding boy’. Sounds kind of fancy.”
“I’m not calling you that in bed.”
Joseph scoffed. “Too many syllables eh?”
“Few too many. Joe, listen, I’m sorry about what my father said. Calling you a gold digger and what not.” Hendrick rubbed the back of his neck.
Joseph shrugged. “He can think what he wants. I know we’re just having a fling, and it’s fun, and I’m going to enjoy it before you go off to Europe and get dazzled by boys with British accents.”
“You’re so level headed, Joe. I really like that about you.”
Joseph smiled. “I try to be. You gotta enjoy things for what they are.”
Hendrick took off his sweater. “Like enjoying sex as sex?”
“Exaaaaaaaactly. Say, where were we before your father interrupted us?”
“Umm. Undressing.”
“We didn’t get too far did we?” Joseph said.
“Nope. But we can fix that. I want you as much as I want to piss off my father.”
Joseph smirked. “The sex should be great then. Where’s the lube? The Harding boy needs a good lay.”
Hendrick laughed. “Don’t talk in third person!”

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thingsdaddynynjlikes:

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I don’t wanna get up…..

Dude, you’re working from home, the only thing I need for you to get up is between your legs while you do that conference call……

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I don’t wanna get up…..”
“Dude, you’re working from home, the only thing I need for you to get up is between your legs while you do that conference call……”
Levi opens an eye. “Someone is horny this morning.”
“Sleeping next to a hot naked guy does that.”
“Pfft.” Levi waves his hand and let’s it drop to the comforter. “I have to go pee.”
He throws his legs off the bed and strides into the bathroom. I hear the sounds of water running, teeth being brushed. He yawns as he crawls back into bed. “I gotta dial in…”
“Can I suck your cock during the conference call?” I rub his thigh.
“Well. If I put it on mute. They won’t need me much.”
“Excellent.” I start stroking him with my hand to wake up his cock.
“Mmn that’s nice.” Levi punches in the call.
“Hello?”
“Oh good morning Levi.”
“Good morning.” He yawns.

There’s some usual office banter and some usual boring office conversation. Levi props himself against the headboard and puts the phone on speakerphone and sets it on his chest. The conversation gets going and I can’t follow the trail of acronyms and jargon. What’s much more interesting is that Levi’s cock has decided it likes my attention, and I move on to laving it with my tongue and cupping his balls between my fingers. Levi seems to be out of the conversation. He mutes the call and lets out a soft groan as I play with him. “Fuck you are good at that…”
I move his foreskin with my lips and clean the tip of his hole with my tongue. He twists his fingers in my hair as I swallow him to the hilt and suck. He whimpers and his legs began to tremble. “I really should be focusing on the conference call…”
They’re talking about client proposals. I ignore Levi and roll his testicles in my fingers. He’s squirming and panting. His hips leap up and the orgasms crests like a wave over a smooth rock. Barely escaping gagging on his member, I catch his spunk in my mouth and swallow all of it, one hand holding him at the base, the other stroking his lower stomach. He doesn’t like his balls being touched during climax.
“Fuck! Oh good lord.” Levi goes limp onto the bed. He closes his eyes as his breathing regulates. “Fuck you’re so good at that.” The people on the phone are still chatting.
I smile around his shaft. I clean as I withdraw it, until the softening thing shrinks back into its hood.
“So Levi, what do you think of picking Polyworld over Pullman Technical Group? … Levi? You there?”
I look up. Oh fuck. Levi’s asleep. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Levi you there?”
I push the mute button. “Hi this is Levi’s roommate. He went downstairs to make some coffee and spilled it -”
”Oh goodness.”
There’s some giggling from a female voice.
I wipe the cum off my lips on the back of my hand. “But he uh… uh…” I glance around and spy the weed magazine I left on the nightstand last night. “He wanted me to tell you that he prefers Pullman. They’re almost certainly going to be acquiring Rosid this fall, and having access to the cannabis industry will be helpful if you – we?- want to diversify uh, your portfolio.”
There’s silence. Shit shit shit–
“Cannabis? Now that’s an interesting idea we haven’t considered.”
”That’s some out-of-the-box thinking Levi.”
“Didn’t we discuss diversifying wasn’t going to happen until next year?”
“Yeah but I’m not sure if cannabis is an industry that fits into our business plan…”
“It’s so profitable though.”

I hit the mute button and exhale. Good grief. I watch Levi sleep. His cock even looks tucked in. You’re welcome, Levi. When the conference call ends, I wake him up to say good bye and he passes out again. I pull the sheet over him and go to brush my teeth. He’s gonna owe me his ass for this! But where to fuck him… hmmmm…

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