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by ccallenreese

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(This is a little different than most of my writing, and full of feels.)

November second is the only day of the year I know he’ll be awake before me. I stretch, wash up, and head into kitchen to look for Russel. There’s a tea bag resting in a metal ramekin. I turn toward the living room and find him leaning against the open porch door. He’s got a in both hands. It’s a bit chilly. The dawn sun is streaming, brilliant and beautiful. I wrap my robed arms around myself and walk up toward him.
“Hey,” I say, so I don’t startle him. “Good morning.”
Russel turns to look at me and smiles that sad smile. “Hey there.” We exchange a kiss.
I place a hand on his shoulder and let him contemplate the woods beyond our house.
“Do you want to leave at nine still?” I ask.
Russel nods, distant.
I pat him on the shoulder again and head back into kitchen.

When Russel was 7, he fell through ice over a pond by his house. His older brother jumped in to push him out, but he did not survive himself because he couldn’t get out.
When I started dating Russel, it was in October, so he had to explain to me why it was he turned down a date on November second.

I was the one who proposed the ritual: We get up. We eat nice breakfast. Then, I pack his brother’s favorite meal –  hotdogs and macaroni and cheese with broccoli, and Pepsi – then we drive four hours to the cemetery. Sometimes Russel’s family meets us there. Sometimes they go later. It’s hard for them too.
I lay out the blanket. Then, I sit there and hold Russel’s hand and listen to him tell Brandon everything he accomplished that year and what his brother’s missing out on. At first, it was kind of boring and awkward; but watching the passion and love pour out of Russel has taught me the importance of embracing life and enjoying time with the ones you love. Now, I talk to Brandon too.
Russel and I finish the trip by eating lunch, and then driving back home. Sometimes we’ll stop in town to see a movie, and eat out for dinner. Do something fun and cheerful.

By the time we get home, we’re exhausted and ready for bed. When November third comes? Russel is back to normal and sleeping in like hibernating bear. I have to bribe him with coffee and/or humping him to wake him up. He’s such an interesting man. There’s lots to love about him. I’m glad I married him fifteen years ago. 

I’ve often thought about what our future holds. I wonder which one of us will die first. I’ve decided, that I hope he goes before me. I don’t want him to have to sit in front of two headstones without anyone to hold his hand.

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“God we are so clever. How did you come up with this idea anyway sweetheart?” Martin asked.

“Well, just thought it’d be fun to do a couples things that was a little bad ass and a little naughty.”

“Well you realllly nailed that one. You look so hot in that vest.”

Jason smirked. “Well, thank you. Buuut there is one reason why I picked these two in particular.”

“What, honey?”

“Do you remember what happens at the end of LIttle Red Riding Hood?” Martin inquired.

Jason titled his head. “Let’s see… goes to the house…grandma is the wolf… the wolf eats Little Red.”

“That’s it.”

“The wolf eats … oh! OH!” Jason bounced on the soles of his heels. “I’m gonna get eaten out?”

“If you’re not too tired baby.”

Jason squealed. “I’m going to get SEX done to me after this party oh yesss.”

Martin laughed. “You are too adorable. And yes, it will be happening.” He patted Jason on the ass. “Be a good Riding Hood and get your basket filled with treats at the party tonight.” Martin then fisted Jason’s shirt. “Please the wolf maaaaybe he’ll let you live.”

Jason groaned, fisted that fur shawl thing back, and they were soon making out like teenagers off to the side in front of the party.

“Fuuuck,” Martin groaned. “I should have put you in a speedo instead of red boxers…”

Jason panted from being ravished. “Honey, no, we would have been arrested by now for having sex in indecent places.”

“Now look, just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t.”

Jason gave Martin a doe-eyed look. He was sure he was going to marry that man one day.

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lost-son-of-rome:

Pool boi🏝

Brazos leaned back in his chair and peered through the blinds. From his office, he had a nice view of the pool in general. It also meant that right now he could see his heart-breakingly beautiful houseboy skimming the pool. Brazos could see from here that Jack’s face was furrowed and his lips pouting. Jack skimmed and sighed and paced around the pool. A flood of guilt coursed through Brazos.

He shouldn’t have yelled at Jack. He was ashamed because it was one of the worst things the Master of the house can do – lose control. Jack looked up to him. Loved him. Pretty much worshipped him. Brazos had no business yelling at Jack. Not only was it a highly inappropriate thing for a Master to do, but it just showed you couldn’t interact with your houseboy like a rational person and had to use anger to convey your thoughts. Brazos winced at the hurt and shock on Jack’s face when he’d snapped at him. Poor Jack hadn’t even done anything wrong.

Brazos had been working at the bar in the kitchen, desperately trying to solve the problem of a chapter in his novel that was falling apart. The characters had no depth or any real personality, the plot was getting drawn out without anything really interesting happening. Brazos had sold his publisher a great idea that ended up not holding water during the outline stage, and now he was behind schedule. Brazos been wrestling with the problematic chapter when the noise from Jack emptying the dishwasher made him bark out, “Can you just be quiet please? I’m trying to work here!”

Jack threw down his towel and stormed outside. Brazos retreated to his office and watched him skim sullenly. He loved Jack with intensity – his bubbly personality, his dedication to keeping house, his natural ability to sense what a man needed to be please, his absolutely unflagging sex drive… all perfection. No, this couldn’t last.

Brazos went to the kitchen. He found some frozen peaches in the freezer – from the Farmer’s Market, of course, that Jack had frozen himself. Brazos made a peach bellini and took it outside with a beer for himself.

Jack looked up then harumphed.
“Jack, love,” Brazos said softly.
“I’ll try not to make noise,” Jack shot back.
Brazos sighed. “Honey please. I was a brute. I was mean and short tempered and I took my anger from my novel out on you. I am so sorry. It’s killing me to know I hurt your feelings.”
Jack studied him warily. “You’ve never snapped at me before.”
Brazos cast his gaze to the ground. “I feel horrible about it. The pressure with every release is getting to me. I know I’m “hot” right now or whatever, but I need a break. I rushed into this novel because my publisher wanted to keep the hype going and it’s a mess.“
Jack raised an eyebrow. “I’m …rather impressed to hear you admit you messed up and take ownership of your actions.”
“You are?”
“Yes. You didn’t make excuses. And you looked like a kicked puppy.”
Brazos scuffed his foot. “I am so sorry. I made you a peach bellini. I was hoping we could sit and talk for a bit?”
Jack smiled. “You know I love those.”
“I do. Not as much as I love you though.”
Brazos could see him blushing even at night. God he was so pretty. Brazos sighed. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Now now, don’t go from apologizing to wallowing in self pity. Doesn’t fit you.”
“What does fit me?” Brazos asked.
“That sexy confidence you wear like a badge of honor.”

The author scoffed. “Haven’t seen it lately.”
Jack considered his partner. He put the pool skimmer away on the hook and came over to take the bellini. He tried it. “Oh mmm this came out really well.”
“I’m pleased.” Brazos sat down in a lawn chair under the glow of the patio light with his beer. Jack sat across in another chair. Jack didn’t like to wear clothes in the summer, and Brazos felt so lucky to have the view he did.
“I need to take a break from writing for us.”
Jack sipped his drink. “I …I would like that. I want to take a vacation.”
“Oh that sounds nice,” Brazos said. “No rushing. Just us.”
“Yes. And somewhere we can have loud sex without anyone caring…”
“My beloved Jack, you really get me.”
Jack giggled.

We sipped our drinks.
“Jack?”
“Hm?”
“How would you fix my novel?”
Jack blinked. Brazos hadn’t ever asked him his opinion before, even though he read all of the rough drafts. “Well…” Jack began.
“Be honest.”
Jack cleared his throat. “Honestly, your main character kind of sucks.”
Eyebrows went up.
“He’s a stereotypical military GI Joe type only with zero personality besides being married to the army. He’s always escaping, always solving impossible problems, always saving the day. Women love him for no reason. It’s annoying.”
“Damn. Harsh,” Brazos joked. He took a deep swig of beer
Jack looked down.
“No no, I mean, that’s good. That’s what I need to hear. I need to hear what you really think, cause the readers will say the same things.”
“…Is it ok to go on?”
“Yes,” Brazos insisted. “Absolutely.”

Jack tapped his nails on the glass. “Well, honestly, I think it would surprise the readers if something happened to Haygen. A severe injury. A coma. He gets cocky and gets killed. Something. And Martha, who has been trying so hard to get noticed, steps up to the plate and seizes the mission. She takes over, kicks ass, etc. She’s the type of woman to get herself kidnapped to speak to the bad guy’s leader. I want to see her seduce him, fall in love by accident, broker peace, and strengthen unity.”
“…You’ve been thinking about that a while haven’t you?”
Jack nodded sheepishly. “Your main characters are never female. And they’re always needing rescue.”
Brazos chuckled at the expression he made.
“Jack… you are a wonder. It would absolutely work. It gives a reason for Martha’s frustration and makes her useful. It gives Haygen a reality check. It humanizes the other side… shit. Jack you’re brilliant.”
Jack smiled.

Brazos’s brain was already racing. “I need to go write this.”
Jack tipped the bellini toward his partner. “Go write. I’m gonna sit out here and enjoy this for a bit.”
Brazos raised his beer in salute. “To you.” He jogged back inside and began. He saved a copy of the old rough draft for prosperity, then attacked the open version. Entire chapters, gone. Characters rewritten. New scenes! New personalities! Brazos hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep at his computer until he woke up on the sofa with a blanket over him. He sat up, bleary eyed, nose tempted with the scent of waffles.

“Morning,” Brazos slurred, yawning and cracking his jaw.
“Good afternoon,” Jack corrected. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah…surprisingly. What time is it?”
“Almost one.”
“You’re making waffles that late?” Brazos asked.
“Brunch,” Jack insisted. “You hungry?”

Brazos couldn’t say no to blueberry waffles. He jogged upstairs to wash his face and scrub the stale beer taste from his mouth. When he walked into the kitchen, he was greeted with a fresh cup of coffee and the sight of Jake turning waffles wearing only an apron. Brazos’s mouth watered for special reasons. “Fuck just… come here…” He walked up behind his houseboy and pulled their bodies flush together. Brazos’s clothed cock nestled at home between the clefts of Jack’s bare ass. Jack sucked air in sharply and dripped waffle batter he was putting on the maker, but he still instinctively pushed back against Brazos. “Oh you woke up hungry and horny hm?”
Brazos stuck his hand under his apron and caressed his abs. “Where’s the lube?”
“No time,” Jack insisted. “Use the coconut oil I’m using for cooking!”

“Fine by me.” Brazos slicked up and pinned Jake against that counter with a firm push. He mewled, entire body shivering from pleasure. Brazos pulled boy’s hips back and took him in an unrelenting pace.
“Oh sweet Jesus, sweet mother of mercy,” Brazos groaned. Jack’s body was a balm to all his stress and worry. Just this perfect velvet heat…
Brazos reached for Jack’s stiff cock and pumped it as they fucked. They lasted long enough to cook the waffle on the maker. Brazos spurted first, then brought Jack to climax while still inside him. They fell across the counter, chests heaving, cum dripping on the floor.
“Oh honey, that was so hot! You haven’t come after me like that in a while.”
“I just…had to have you. Had to thank you too really. I wrote a ton of pages last night. I’m going to knock it out today.”.
“That’s my talented novelist whom I love so much.”
Brazos let his hands roam over Jack’s body again although he had already slid out of his ass. “I’m only talented because of you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. My precious houseboy.”
Jack’s throat caught and he hiccuped. “Brazos you are so wonderful to me.”
“Well it’s only fair – …what’s burning?”
“Oh shit not the waffle!”

Brazos ate the burnt one anyway, carbonized parts and all. He loved Jack that much. Nothing Jack put effort into would ever go to waste.

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alexbischoffphotography:

Took this photo yesterday in spirit of Halloween! Modelling credit goes to my handsome boyfriend <3

I was still buttoning my shirt as Julian thew his jacket on in a hurry. “Ok, now I can finally show you this.”“What is it?” I insisted. I was both annoyed at being teased at this mysterious ‘it’ for the last two hours and from not having a moment to enjoy the afterglow from having sex in the woods. In fact, my afterglow had been interrupted by Julian bringing ‘it’ up again. Even though we had sex in the park, I still wanted to take my time and enjoy the sin we just performed.

“Watch,” Julian said, grinning.
I crossed my arms and watched as he cupped his hands. He was concentrating hard. After a moment, there was a glow, and before I could analyze what was happening, I gasped as it puffed into a floating flame.
“Woah! Julian!” I cried.
He was absolutely beaming. “Look at this!”
“Wha – what?” I stared at the flame, then him, then back at the flame. “How are you able to do that at your age?”
“I know, I know, my dad couldn’t do it until he was in his fifties.”
“You are not fifty,” I reminded Julian. I walked opposite of him and admired the glow. It was warm. When I put my fingers near it, I felt the threat of a burn. “Woah Julian it’s …real.”
“Yeah,” he said, sort of in awe with himself. “It is.”
“But…how?”
“Well, this actually happened once before, after we had sex. And I was like, in total shock. So I went to go talk to the Elder Mage, and he told me something really interesting.”
“What?” I asked.
“well, the theory is that this doesn’t start until older age because it’s tied to changes in hormones right? Like, they think it’s tied to testosterone?”
“Yeah?” I replied. I sort of knew, but I never took fire theory as an elective in school.
Julian made the flame flicker and wobble in his hands. “They think that theory is outdated now. Every seven years the body replenishes cells right?”
“Yeah?”
“So they think at some point, the aura of the body’s energy will be different at some point from aging and pheromones… and the fire energy will sense the new energy and become active.”
I tilted my head. “I’m not really following you.”
Julian coughs. “God, the Elder Mage could explain this so much better but… what I mean is, that by introducing strong new male energy into mine, I can make fire way early than I should.”
“New male energy…”
Julian looked at me.
“Are you talking about me?”
“Yep.”
“…Are you saying that when we have sex, my extra male energy triggers this in you?”
“Apparently.”
“…So after we fuck, you can make fire way before you’re supposed to?”
“Yep.”

I stare at him. “Well. I guess I am good in bed…”
Julian laughs so hard the flame flickers and nearly goes out.
“So we should continue having sex then?”
“Often,” Julian insists. “For furthering the study of elemental magic, it would be your scientific duty. The Elder Mage wants to see us both.”
“Oh god, my dick is being conscripted.”
Julian grins. “I think it’s hot. I mean it speaks to your virility. Your masculinity.” He smirks. “Your sexiness. I mean, having sex outdoors on the fall leaves is immensely hot. Ya know, like we just did.”
I scuff my foot. My cheeks alone felt like they were on fire. “You uh wanna do it again?”
Julian licks his lips. “You can get up?”
I shoot him a look. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna cum fire.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “That’s hot.”
“I mean, it’s for science right?”
Julian let the fire go out and began taking off his coat. “Oh yes. Absolutely.”
“No, leave your coat on.”
“…On?” Julian asks.
“Yes. I want you against that tree right there.” I pointed. “I’m gonna fuck you on it.”
Julian gulped. “Fuck.”
“You’re gonna leave burned handprints in it when I’m done.”
“Fuck,” he repeated. “You’re making *me* hot now.”
“Get in position,” I instructed, unzipping my pants. He loved to fuck in the woods and put his ass out for me without any hassle.
“Fuck Julian, you’re so beautiful.” I run my hands up his torso. No matter what the Elder Mage tells us though, you’re always going to be special to me ok?”
Julian looks over his shoulder at me. “Aww, baby. That’s – you’re so goddamn sweet. I was right to say yes when you asked me out.”
“You were thinking of saying no?” I inquired.
Julian paused. “Well, I was debating if I wanted to date you or just be a one night stand…”
I grinned and squeezed his ass. “Good choice.”
Julian moaned. “Where’s that second fucking you promised me?”
I unzipped my pants. “Right here baby, right here.”

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flashdoggy:

Maybe I can entice Him to stay home today

“You can’t stay home? Well, can you be late for work? Maybe a mere hour late? I did just make fresh coffee downstairs, and I’m still warm from sleep…”
“Boy…” Sir says with the ‘warning tone’..
“Do you really want to be sitting your car in rush hour thinking of what you said no to?”
Sir raises an eyebrow. “You might want to watch your mouth boy.”
“If it were busy sucking you off, I wouldn’t be running it.”
Sir stares at his husband. He sets his briefcase on the floor and leans it against the wall. “Goddamn flawless bottom logic. Ok. An hour. Traffic will be better then anyway…”
A smile appears on his husband’s face. He pats his ass, and then the bed.

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“So…this is our new house.”
“Yep.”
“And our new bed.”
“Yep.”
“In a new city.”
“Yep.”
“In a new state.”
“Yep.”
“A new chapter in our married life together.”
“Yep.”
“How did we both forgot to buy the sheets for our new queen bed?”
“I think cause we only thought of it during sex, and when we had sex, we were thinking of other important things.”
“Oh. Probably. ….We need a new reminder though for when I go shopping later.”
“Oh. Good idea. I remember where I packed the lube if that helps?”
“It does, actually. Do you know where we put a notepad?”
“Nope.”
“Hm. Sex it is then.”
“Afraid we must.”
“Indeed.”

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seoul-boy:

Cute pup 😍

Dear William,

Hope you’re well. Your secretary said you’re on a business trip, so I hope that’s going well. Listen, something came up on my radar you must absolutely see. I’m not much in this business anymore, but you do know I keep an eye on the tradeboards. I know you always wanted a Korean speaking boy for your home and bed, but struggle with finding one in the United States. An affordable choice has come up in Korea, and with your air miles, you should have no problem bringing him home.

According to his dossier, which I got from a connection, he comes from a large rural family with too many kids and too much debt. Their middle son was sent to the city to alleviate things, but it seems bad judgement runs in the family and he’s gotten his own debts to pay off now. He’s quite beautiful, slim and fit, and of course, virginal. I’m sure he’d be happy to be spoiled and get some attention. There aren’t any notes in here about attitude problems. Should be easy to train. Anyway – look at the pictures and files. Let me know what you think.

Sincerely,

Harold

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Dear Harold,

You are such a dear friend! I would have completely missed this opportunity if this wasn’t for you. I may be buying myself an early Christmas gift this year. Trying not to get myself too excited… a low price like that will attract bidders from flippers as well. Sale ends next week. I am going to try and fly to Korea for it, if time allows. Will let you know.

Yours Truly,

William

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Dear William,

Best of luck! You have worked very hard these last few years. You’ve earned this.

Sincerely,

Harold

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Dear Harold,

Hello from Busan. Sorry for the lack of e-mails, it’s been very chaotic lately. Not much sleep. I am delighted to tell you that I won the sale, and I am Jin Woo’s new owner. I am in heaven, and I feel that I’m still asleep. I took your advice to treat myself. I cashed out one of my stocks to outbid someone else, and the sales rep selected my application because I speak Korean and the other man did not. He is so sweet, this boy, but so very timid, although his posture is stiff and fierce. Jin Woo eats very quietly and hardly makes much noise. It will take a while to earn his trust, and so I extended my stay in Korea so we can spend some time together before I bring him home. You must meet him immediately when I’m back in California. I’ll arrange a dinner, and you’ll have to bring your boy as well. Also, you will see there has been a deposit made in your Chase account – a referral fee for my happiness.

Much love,

William