“I’m just gonna grab something one se- …McConnell what the heck are you doing in here?” McConnell looks sheepish. “Well you see,” he points to the cot he’s blocking. “It’s Donahue’s birthday, and he’s sick in bed. We have a shortage of gay porn here, so I’m giving him a dance to entertain him.” McConnell makes a face. “I thought the Marines were supposed to be gayer than us.” He grabbed what he needed from his cot and left. Donahue coughed. “Damn straight they’re gayer than us, and that’s coming from a gay man. Army pride.” McConnell looks at him. “What? Gonna set things…straight around here, I guess. Are you going to finish McConnell?” “You actually want me to keep going?” “Oh fuck yeah I do. You have a nice ass. Keep it up.” “Uh why thank you Donahue. Alright, cue the music!”
Julian awoke in the pre-dawn hours to the sound of tears. It took him a moment to remember there was someone in his bed. Matt had slept over the night before. He didn’t want to be alone. Somehow they both fit on his full-size mattress. “Matty?” he whispered. “Are you ok? Are you in pain?” “I’m too scared!” Matt sobbed. “I don’t want to go to surgery today! Please Julian I don’t want to go!” Julian parted his lips but no words came out. He swallowed. “Come here,” was all he could say. “Lie on me.” He encouraged Jasper to roll onto his side and onto Julian’s chest. Julian put an arm over him. “It’s ok to be scared. Surgery is scary. Being cut open is scary. But you need to get better. I know you feel fine right now, but soon the pain meds won’t do it anymore. If that small tumor is cancer, then we can’t let it spread. It has to be biopsied. It has to go.” “But it’s in my head,” Matt sniffled. “I don’t want them to go in there. You’re not supposed to. What if they change me?” “I can’t guarantee nothing bad will happen if you go into surgery, Matty. But if you don’t, I know something bad will happen. It will grow. Spread. Hurt you.” Matt whimpered. “But if you’re a brave boy and get surgery today, that bad thing won’t happen. You’ll take a nap and it’ll magically be over. You will be good as new.” “…But what if something goes wrong and I wake up a vegetable.” Julian looked down on him. “I will take care of you for the rest of your life, and love you just the same.” Matty began to cry again. “I love you Julian. I know you just think of me as your pesky best friend but…I really love you. You’re like a blood brother to me.” Julian felt a lump form in his throat. “I love you too, my little dove. I want you to be healthy. Will get the surgery for me?” There was a hiccup. “Yes. I’ll do it for you. All that tumor does is threaten to take me away from you. I want to be with you without it there. I hate knowing it’s in my head right now.” “That’s it, doveling. That’s the right attitude. What’s the Prodigy song you like so much?” That got a small smile out of Matt. “Invaders must die.” “Exactly. We don’t have to be at the hospital until 7. Let’s got a few more minutes of sleep ok?” “Ok, Julian.” Matt says, snuggling Julian’s pectoral. “This is so nice. I feel so safe.” “When you wake up in the hospital after surgery, I’ll be resting next to you so you can cuddle me ok?” “I – I would love that.” “Then it’s settled. Now sleep a minute.” Matt just sighed.
And soon the room was quiet except Matt’s little hiccups. Julian stroked his hair until it was time to get up. Julian couldn’t fall back asleep. He could sleep while Matt was in surgery. Right now, Matt needed a protector. Julian wished there was something he could do to protect Matty from this tumor. He hoped keeping him positive and strong would help them conquer the fight. “I’ll do all I can for you.” Julian whispered in the quiet room, and crossed himself to seal the promise.
“Where’s my shirt?” “Here, babe.” You hand him his shirt. “Damn, that was good. I’m gonna go grab something to drink, you want a La Croix?” “Sounds great,” He says with a smile. You nod and smack his ass and slide out of bed. You go to the kitchen, get a drink, and kick the door to the fridge shut with your foot. When you come back in the bedroom, you pause in the doorframe to appreciate the view. He’s standing there, pantsless, in front of the window. The outline of your hand is clear as day on his peach ass. You grin. After a moment, he senses your presence and looks over at you with that adorable brown doe eyed gaze. “What?” “Nothing,” You say. “I just love looking at you a lot.” “Awww,” he coos. “Thanks babe.” “I mean seriously.” You hand him the La Croix. “I think you just should stop wearing pants in the house. I’ve never seen your legs and ass look great in any clothing as they do completely bare.” You’re delighted to see him blush so hard that he forgets how to speak. He just looks at the floor and smiles. You put an arm around his shoulders and kiss his temple. Bare, fucked, marked, and yours. How it should be.
“Oh look, you can see that hotel where we fucked on the roof last week.” “Huh, you can. So glad we were able to sneak out of that wedding. So boring.” “Yeah the sex was much more interesting. Man, you think we can fuck in all of those buildings some day?” “You got big dreams, little man. I’ll date you as long as there’s buildings to sneak in and fuck in.” “Aww you’re so sweet. You know that gets me going. Forbidden sex is so much fun.” “It will be. But you know what also would be fun?” “What?” “Having sex in the park to our right…just beyond the trees…” “Sex in NATURE? Like on the ground? I dunno…never done that before…” “Promise you. It’s just as hot, there’s no sneaking in, and we can get back on the walking trail with our own smug satisfaction of having a good orgasm just a moment ago.” “Mmmnnn. Oh alright, but you owe me another roof after this.” “Deal, babe.”
Look mom! We got portraits done for our holiday cards. Aren’t you proud of me? I still can’t believe it. i’m not hooked up with some gang-banger, but dating a sweater-wearing dentist!! I’m so happy. You did the right thing by sending me off to live with Uncle Ted in Vermont when I was in high school. Lord knows how my life would have turned out. I’d be in jail or dead if I stayed in Baltimore, the road I was going down. Scares me sometimes to think about it. Love this picture. Isn’t Caesar cute?? I want to snuggle him to bits. Oh btw – did you notice what was on my finger? 🙂 Guess we better start planning come january….
For all my east coasters, stay warm and stay safe.
“…Sir?” “Yes boy.” “Look out the window.” Sir sat up. “Motherfucker. It’s started.” “Goddamn it’s really coming down.” Sir cleared his throat. “You know I don’t like when my boys use rough language, but in this case I’m going to make an expectation.” Hamlet raised his eyebrow. “My appreciation of your understanding Sir.” They watched the snow pile up. “Guess we’re not doing anything today.” “Oh we’re going to do a lot today,” Sir disagreed. He stretched. “What Sir?” “Make breakfast, make cookies, do a puzzle, play in the snow, eat lunch, and then we’re gonna play with the Christmas present I was going to give you but came in late and I have been figuring out when to give it to you.” Hamlet tore his gaze away from the snowy landscape toward his keeper. “Another present Sir? But you got me so many nice things already!” “Too late. Already did it.” Sir pushed the comforter back and strode naked to the closet. “Brrr.” Hamlet enjoyed the view. Sir’s ass was a coveted thing. Sir returned with a box he had been hiding under a blanket. “Here.” He handed it to Hamlet and dove back under the comforter. “Oh it’s kind of heavy!” “Open it,” Sir said. “Thank you Sir.” Hamlet pushed his curls out of his face, but they fell back in again when he bent over to tear the paper. When he could read the package description he began to laugh. “Entry level dildo kit to open your ass for a big man – good god, who wrote the ad copy on this?” “Do you like it…?” Sir asked. “Oh it’s all different sizes…to put in a boy…” Hamlet looked over it. His cheeks were pink. “This is to help prepare me for anal yes?” “Yes. You have been dropping hints you are ready to try experimenting this way. I thought it would be a nice way for us to bond, and for you to get used to the feeling. You know my cock isn’t small or thin. I don’t want to hurt you, so we need to train you.” Hamlet smiled. “You are very sweet and considerate. I thought I was lucky enough finding a man who was patient over my fear of anal.” “Hey,” Sir said, taking his hand in his own. “A real Sir sees a boy’s value beyond his ass. We’ve come very far as a couple. You needed to build trust. So I’m asking you to trust me a little further, that’s all.” Hamlet bit his lip. “Alright. I’ll trust you.” Sir sat up so he could hug Hamlet and kiss him firm. “That’s a great gift in return.” “I’m glad you like it. You are right though, we are going to be busy today… is there lube in this?” “We got pleeennntty of that.” “Good.” They nuzzled noses and then watched the snow fall, until stomachs grumbled and they extracted themselves from the cocoon of warmth for a hot shower. Sir made sure to clean Hamlet well.
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Jake was sulking in the empty condo when he got a call. He perked up. “Hey Kostas.” “Hey boi.” “So…what’s the determination?” “It’s a B type aortic dissection. I don’t have to go do surgery tonight.” Jake brightened. “Really? You got the evening off?” “Yes. I am coming right over to see you. I can barely wait.” Jake smiled. “It’s so rare that you have time off, and you want to spend it with me.” “Of course. Seeing you, touching you, being in bed with you… TIME with you. I can never just have enough time with you.” “Aww honey.” “I’m coming right over to fuck you. I owe you so much sex. I’m so sorry.” “No no no. You told me when we started dating the difficulties of your job. You’re a goddamn heart surgeon. My sex drive doesn’t matter when you’re saving lives.” There was a loud exhale. “God I don’t think I could be as understandable as you are to me. You are so lovely. I am going to fuck my thanks into you.” This made Jake burst out laughing. “Kostas. Seriously. Just seeing you is enough.” “I want to kiss you right now. I’m getting into a cab from the hospital right now. Warm the bed, baby.” “Yes Sir!” “Mwuah. See you soon boy.” “You too. Bye.” “Bye.”
Jake smiled at the phone. “He wants me. I waited for him and didn’t jerk off and NOW I’m gonna get the sex I deserve.” Jake got off the chair and headed to the bed. He paused. He took the flowers from the kitchen and put them in the bedroom on the nightstand. After Jake turned down the bed, he made sure they were stocked with lube and the batteries had toys. Jake thought. He decided to set up a cheese, fruit, and cracker plate and put it in the fridge. Kostas would be hungry, especially after sex.
Jake made a note to also do laundry. Poor Kostas. He worked so hard. Someone had to take care of him. Jake knew if he was a selfish and demanding boi, no one would see him as anything other than the spoiled pet of a rich surgeon. He’d likely lose Kostas after a few years. What had Kostas said? “You are so lovely.” It made Jake feel flush and happy. Kostas needed someone who understood him. Jake wanted to be that boy. He wanted to be in it for the long term.
He was washing the fruit knife when the Jake heard a key in the lock. “Kostas!”
Kostas walked in and dropped his briefcase. “Oh my fuck you’re already naked.” Jake giggled and shook his butt. It was so rewarding to please someone else!
Jeremy grabs the leash firm at the collar. “Boy. It’s not polite to hump.” “…But you look so pretty Sir.” Jeremy tries not to smile but it’s very hard. “That’s not the right answer boy.” “My apologies Sir. I’ll try to keep my arousal under control. I don’t want to embarrass you.” “You keep it under control, or I’ll do it with bars and chains and rope. Heel.” The boy sits up straight at Sir’s side. "Will do Sir.“ "Good boy. Remember, good behavior can move up your milking date.” “Very good reminder Sir,” the boy says. He feels suddenly very foolish for letting his training slip and embarrassing him. He wants to be a good boy.
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Thomas closed the door behind him and hung up his hat. “Mother, I’m home.” She bustled out into the parlor. “Hello darling. Wonderful timing. I was just about to put on tea. How was your lesson?” “Wonderful, mother. I seem to have gotten over the difficulty of fingering the flute…I have a new piece to practice too.” She clapped her hands. “Delightful! I want you to shine in that parade over Christmas.” “I will mother.” “Your tutor seems to be doing well with you.” Thomas took off his boots. “He is mother. This tutor is excellent. I know father spoke poorly of him because his skin is not like ours, but he is a fine musician… he is taught me a lot about how to train my mouth to play the flute using these certain exercises. I don’t tire so much anymore.” He was trying so hard not to smile. “You will be a professional by spring then?”
Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. “Well. Not by then. But I hope to keep seeing this tutor through next spring… I can’t become professional without maintaining long lessons.” “Well, we’ll make sure to budget for this tutor when your pay comes from the military.” “Yes mother.” Thomas licked his lips. They were still a bit swollen. He’d had a shot of brandy before he left to clear the taste from his tongue. Thomas wished he could still taste his tutor though. And smell him. He had such a fine cock, in such an unusual dusky hue, and such dark curls… “Thomas love, come help me with the tea tray.” Thomas shook his head. He couldn’t be suspicious. If caught, it would be terrible. And of course, their fun would end. Fun that was slowly going to new, daring places. "Coming mother!”
