Damien kisses his boyfriend on the cheek. “Tanner, I choose you.” “Aw. That was so cheesy. Wait, is that why you insisted on these outfits, for that pun?” “Yes. Also because you’re adorable. I caught you, but you caught my eye.” “No more Pokemon puns,” Tanner states. “I have a list.”
Damien giggled at his boyfriend’s exasperated eye roll.
“I’m going to shock you,” Tanner threatens. “oo baby, I didn’t know you were into that. Pika pika on the street, Team Rocket in the sheets?” Tanner rubs his hands on the wool sweater, and touches his finger to Damien’s cheek. To his astonishment, it actually shocks him. “Ah! You shocked me.” Damien gasps. “Oh my god, how did you do that?” Tanner pushes up his sleeves and grins. “Don’t mess with Pikachu, baby.”
“Why are you so happy?” I ask. I was not a morning person and thus there was no reason to be happy unless it was after noon. “It’s finally fall. Finally chilly enough to wear this sweater. I got some nice coffee, my wool socks on, and I’m so comfy. The apples are coming into season at the Farmer’s Market, the leaves are turning red…I just really like fall.” “If you’re so cozy where are your pants?” “It’s not cool enough for pants and a sweater yet,” he sighs. “Something had to give.” I chuckle and pull the eggs out of the fridge. “You poor baby. I’m gonna ignore fall is coming and pretend it’s summer for as long as I can. I hate being cold.” “Yeah but, think of how much better the sex will be. No over heating. Less sweat. We can get all snuggly under the sheets and enjoy the afterglow without dying of dehydration.” I set a pan on the stove. “I didn’t think about that.” “Yeah. Fall is the best. You’ll see.” He sipped his coffee. “So are you going to let me know when it’s cold enough to sex?” I’m cracking eggs into a bowl, but I can feel his eyes on me across the room. “You want to get a wall thermometer or something?” I add. “According to the calendar, fall is here.” He says. “We could have sex right now.” “Are you sure?” I ask. “I mean are you sure it’s cold enough? You said it’s not even cold enough for pants. I think we need to wait.” He sets his coffee on the counter and slides off. “If we take our clothes off we’ll be cold. That’s good enough.” “Nope, I think we gotta wait!” He groans. “Goddammit don’t make me beg!” That makes me laugh. I wash my hands. “Ok, fine. We got some time to kill this morning. But we can’t dally – days are shorter now. And we gotta go to the Farmer’s Market to buy apples and pumpkins apparently.” “Goddammit Tanner. Bedroom. Right now. Come on.” I can’t help but laugh at how annoyed he is. “Alright I’m coming. But if the lube smells like a cinnamon broom, I’m breaking up with you.”
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“This is so strange! The air is freezing but the water is warm. Look at me, I’m shirtless!” Alexei set his vodka tonic on the edge of the hot tub. “You are shirtless, and I am looking. You’ve never been in a hot tub before?” “Not when it’s this cold out. I would have never thought to do it in winter. And we don’t have like, real winter in Texas. Not like Colorado.“ Donovan turned around to gaze at the snow-covered manor. “This is so much better than Waco.” “I’m glad you took my offer to join me on my holiday. I didn’t think you would.” Donovan stood in front of Alexei and fiddled with the bracelet Alexei gifted him. “Well you’re not like one of my normal clients… “I’m not?” Alexei can’t hide his surprise. “No. You talk to me like a normal person, and you gave me such good advice about that guy I was dating. Like, I can tell you see me as a person and not just a piece of ass, I guess?” Alexei put his hands on Donovan’s hips and ran his thumbs along the lines of his iliac crests. “It gets boring if you just care about the ass or the cock or whatever. The human element is what makes relationships fun. And you’re very interesting to me.” “I am?” “Yes. All my friends are old Russian guys, European guys, American guys… all they care about is their stock portfolios, dividends investments, etc. So boring! They tell me they fucked some hot model in Milan and can’t even remember their name or their hair color, and then back to the investments. So boring. I like hearing about your life, university studies, boyfriends… your cooking attempts. Your misadventures as a cam boy.” Donovan chuckled. He guided Alexei’s hands to the back, giving him permission to cup his ass. “You’re the only one I can really talk to about those misadventures. No one else knows.” “Really? Donovan, sweetheart, you need to tell someone besides me. For safety.” Donovan scoffed. “Safety? Alexei, honey, I’m not worried. You know how loud I can scream.”
Alexei laughed. He took a sip of his drink and returned to massaging Donovan’s ass. “You must be cold. Here, sit on my lap.” Donovan happily did. “ooo much better. Are my lips cold? Alexei smirked. He began to kiss Donovan, enjoying the chill of his skin and the warmth underneath. “Mn, a little bit, but still nice…” Donovan groaned softly. He pressed his palms to Alexei’s pectorals and fanned his hands out. “God it’s nice to be kissed for once…”
Alexei had a hard time pulling his lips away from Donovan’s jaw. “What? Your boyfriends don’t kiss you?” “Well when I have them. And sometimes the timing is all wrong. Like sometimes I get myself so horny on camera, I just suddenly want a guy to fuck me, but like a dildo isn’t the same thing as a real cock.
The downside of camming is that sometimes when you want that intimate touch you go with out.” Donovan pouted. “It’s really the only downside.” Alexei ran his thumb over his lower lip. “Do you not have Grindr?” “I do but…Baylor is a Christian university. In Texas. Not a lot of uh, options, and sometimes it can be a lot of work just to find someone compatible to fuck you.” “Hmmm. It is like that in Russia. It can be a bit dangerous.” Donovan drew a circle on Alexei’s chest. “It was nice last night, to have fun like that. I guess it’s time to confess I jerked off once to imagining you inside me. You have such a great cock Alexei. I was really happy when you invited me here. I hoped we had the same ideas…” Alexei groaned. He muttered some curse words in Russian. “Donovan, you are going to give this boring old man a heart attack from all my blood rushing south.” “You’re not old,” Donovan giggled. “I’m almost twice your age.” “You fuck like someone my age though.” Donovan grinned. “Russian stamina,” Alexei bragged. “We can’t uh, do stuff in a hot tub can we?” Donovan tugged at the waistband of Alexei’s speedo. Alexei sighed. “No, heat and cum is a bad mix.” “Oh right…” “Why don’t we head inside? You’re not supposed to stay too long in a hot tub anyway. I need another drink and you need a good fucking.” “I do don’t I?” “You do. I’m going to send you back to Waco with a lot of new material to jerk off too.” “God don’t mention Waco right now,” Donovan groaned. “It’s going to be so hard to be back there after this.”
Alexei helped Donovan out of the hot tub and into a towel. “I’ll guess we’ll have to make this a regular thing.” Donovan was so stunned it took him a moment to process that he was standing in snow and his feet were freezing.
“Estreellllooo are you awake from your nap yet?” Brian’s pup made a whine of annoyance that echoed down the hall. “It’s 3:15, you told me to wake you at 3. Oh well, I had a treat for you, but I’ll eat it.” Estrello perked up. “Aroo?” “If you want it, you gotta come here boy,” Brian called. That warranted getting out of bed. Estrello stretched and scratched the back of his neck. Why were beds so comfortable? He slid off with some regret and trotted down the hall to the kitchen.
Brian glanced over his shoulder at him as he came in. “Aw, there’s my pup. Good nap?” Estrello nodded and yawned. “Sleepy.” “Come sit.” Estrello knelt at Brian’s feet. His body sort of did it on his own now. Estrello gazed up at Brian with an adorable sleepy smile. “Hi Sir. Whatcha cooking?” “Hi. You are so cute when you’re a sleepy pup. And I’m not cooking, I’m baking.” Brian handled Estrello a beater with cookie batter on it. He made a little squeal. “You’re making cookies!” “Yes.” Estrello sniffed it. “Oh my god it’s peanut butter flavored.” “I figured you’d wanna get out of bed for that?” Estrello nodded. “Yes. Yes I would. Thank you Sir.” Brian gave him some scratches at the base of his hair line. He expected his pup to take his prize over to his ‘spot’ in the living room and splay out by the TV. Instead, Estello simply leaned against Brian’s leg and enjoyed his prize while Brian spooned the cookies on two trays. He liked feeling Estrello against his leg. The young man was like a warm, comforting ball of energy that just followed him around. Estrello appreciating the little indulges that made life special. He cherished every moment – like licking beaters. Or playing with a balloon. Or having a good cuddle. Having Estrello for a boyfriend was like having a dog, but a dog that took care of himself. Brian was enjoying relearning to see the world through the eyes of his pup boyfriend. Brian glanced down at him with the spoon he used sticking out of his mouth. “God you are way too cute. Here, you wanna lick the bowl too?” Estrello begged for it. If he had a tail, Brian’s ankle would have been bruised.
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He was a stranger. A message went out on my local Discord gay chat for my city – “Emergency: Friend of mine is being abused by his boyfriend, needs placement”. I clicked. A group of friends were going to move Evan out while his boyfriend was at work. But Evan didn’t have a place to go. His family lived on the other side of the country and didn’t have a room for him. So I offered my spare room, if he was ok with a dog. Evan liked dogs.
So less than 24 hours later, Evan was moved in with all his boxes, suitcases, and trashbags. He never left. I told him he could leave at will. We looked at his budget and new places. But it just didn’t end up working out that way – I was enjoying his company at the dinner table, he liked having a hiking buddy and a dog watching the place at night. His therapist said a safe stable place was good for his healing. Eventually I started charging Evan rent. He paid. Even after he stopped dating around, and went from sleeping in his own room to sleeping in mine.
Two years later, I got a promotion which would send me to a new city. Evan made the decision to come with me in about thirty seconds. Now we don’t have to live with the fear of seeing his ex around the city and can begin to really live – as a couple. I will keep him safe for the rest of his life and cherish him with all the love I can.
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When you come home to quiet, your first thought is alarm. You expect chaos. Expected it. Embraced it. Adjusted to it. The new norm. You had gone on an errand to get groceries and diapers and like, a nice latte to go, because you had to get out of the house. You felt a bit guilty cause you know your husband felt the same way. But man you were about to go insane. There was fresh snow outside, so it was too cold to open a window. You needed the fresh air.
Thankfully the fridge was basically empty. You two had been surviving off the congratulatory casseroles from the adoption party. Spencer was smart. He suggested freezing a lot it so you could eat it when we needed it, prevent spoilage. Just one of the thousand reasons why you married him, and started a family with him.
Caroline wasn’t a newborn really, but she was still a baby. You were both pretty stunned you got a baby. The black gay couple new to parenting doesn’t get offered emergency placement babies first. Not in this town, no Sir. But you and Spencer got lucky. She had rare corneal issues and couldn’t see very well.
Future surgery was certain.
Years of medical bills and therapy lay ahead. So she got passed over. Spencer likes to say she was waiting for us. When we walked in the room at Child Services, she held her hands out immediately at the sound of his voice.
Of course her first two weeks home were rough for her. New people. New sounds. New place. New noises. She didn’t sleep regularly. So neither you nor Spencer slept regularly. She was always crying. You still loved her to pieces.
You set the (reusable) grocery bags on the mudroom floor and tilted your head. Not a sound. You kicked off your snowy boots, hung up your coat, and pushed your feet into your slippers. Not a sound at all.
“Spencer?” Silence. You walk into the living room and stop. You see legs – adult legs – sticking out of the playpen at a weird angle. You stare. You walk over. You burst out laughing and slam your hand over your mouth to not disturb them.
Spencer got Caroline to sleep. She liked being in the play pen, but could never fall asleep in there , but it seemed Spencer found a way to keep her satisfied and get her a nice nap. Good lord, is that precious. Of course you took a few photos. Good lord, what a good Daddy he is. His hands cradled her body. She’s out like a light. You watch them for a good ten minutes before you remember the milk and eggs are still sitting out.
You put away the groceries as quietly as you can. You tidy up. Get a load of laundry together. Reset. This is a marathon. Not a sprint. You’re a team. When Spencer gets up, you’ll take a nap. He’ll make dinner. The counters are clean and it’s ready to go.
You can do this, you tell yourself. You put your hands on your hips. Ok, but you are seriously cracking a window because god it is stuffy in here.
The window makes a creak. “Daniel?” comes a dry voice. “Yes Spencer?” “Oh you’re back. Just wanna make sure no one’s breaking into the house.” “Nah just getting some fresh air in here.” “Good idea. Stuffy. I need ten more minutes ok?” “Ok babe,” you say. “Love you both.” “Love you too.”
You sit on the sofa and read that National Geographic you’ve been meaning to read, but doze off halfway through. Sometime later, you wake up to plantains frying on the stove. Spencer singing to Caroline in the kitchen. You drift in and out, listening to him sing along to the portable speaker, until he calls you for dinner.
Dinner was great, but the intimacy you and Spencer shared that night was even better. Amazing what happens when you have some energy.
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“Hi Davey.” “Hi Detrix.” “It’s Monday.” “Yes, Davey.” “And I don’t have to go to work today because Christmas is on Thursday.” “Yes.” “And we had some fun this morning didn’t we?” Detrix grinned. “Yes we did.” “And now we’re lounging around in our pajamas. And you’re wearing my old pants which is so adorable.” “Is it?” “It is. And you’re making me coffee.” “Yes, I am, Davey.” Detrix couldn’t stop smiling. Davey kissed him on the cheek. “And best of all, you’re my boyfriend.” Detrix turned pink. “You like me still? After three years?” “Yep. I don’t see that changing any time soon.” Detrix stammered a few words then stopped trying to conjur words. “Here’s your coffee, boyfriend.” Davey giggled. “Thank you, boyfriend. Should I fry up some bacon for breakfast?” “Shirtless?” Davey looked down at himself. “I should put an apron on.” “Apron on, pants off?” Detrix said hopefully. “Well. You did make me coffee. I am obliged.” “Yesssss,” Detrix said. “Well it’s confirmed. How I feel about you is not changing any time soon.” Davey just smiled and went to get the apron. He looked pretty pleased.
Soft music played from the speakers. The
warm water soothed our yoga-sore muscles. The vitamin E oil in the water
mixed with the rose oils and petals made it feel like we were soaking
in liquid silk. Benedict was reclining against my chest, eyes closed. I
could see the tiny movements of his eyes under his pale lids. I kissed
his temple. He smiled and reached for his wine glass.
These were
the moments I never thought I’d have with Benedict. With a more casual
lover, I would have just broke up with him, but there was no easy with
out of this one. I was smitten, in love. I wanted a life with Benedict,
but one thing had almost been a dealbreaker: his sex drive.
Benedict’s
sex drive simply did not have an off button. He craved sex frequently
and fervently. He seized upon any instance to touch, stroke, suck, or
put my dick inside of him. After being with him for a while, I began to
see two distinct patterns. One was just random horniness that needed to
be soothed, usually in the morning. The other was a side-effect of
exposure. He couldn’t see me change, or catch a glimpse of me in the
shower without getting hard and wanting to turn it into sex. If Benedict
saw my bulge while I watched TV in my boxer briefs, he had to try and
turn it into sex. Don’t get me started on swim trunks. We had a talk
about it more than once.
I hated letting him down, and leaving
him frustrated, especially because surprisingly Benedict wasn’t a big
fan of masturbation. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He felt
stupid, and kind of gross, especially after, so he tended to ignore his
urges until they were pent up. As long as he had a boyfriend, Benedict
did not see the point of self-pleasure. However, he was wearing me out.
Also sex wasn’t really appropriate or possible in some instances, which
lead to stress in our relationship. What drove me crazy thought was
that I could see the potentional of our relationship underneath the
river of hormones, I just couldn’t dive down deep enough without being
swept away. Benedict wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be romantic. He
wanted to go on dates, and have fun, without bringing sex into
everything. Benedict told me once he wished he could see nude bodies in
museums the way artists did, instead of how perverts did.
That’s
when I realized Benedict knew that he was out of control himself, but
was too embarrassed to confess. So, I decided to take the Big Step
Forward in our relationship and assert myself. I locked his cock up in a
pretty metal cage. No pesky erections. No distraction. No masturbation.
Turns out, that his rampant hunger to be fucked only reared itself when
he was fully hard and ready to go. So as long as it was locked down,
his sex drive only simmered. It was much more manageable. The orgasms I
gave him were more powerful and lasted longer. Plus, Benedict found it
fun to postpone his orgasms until I could give him a really big one. When he thought to beg for sex, he found himself pausing, remembering the
fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys and torment instead of
quickies.
Slowly, we began to enjoy the rebirth of our
relationship. Here we were in a scene I never thought possible: we were
having a bath. That’s it. Just a bath, both of us, completely nude (well, him locked),
completely wet, and Benedict’s hand was no where near my cock. He was
sipping his wine and just relaxing. It was wonderful to just be us. I mean, we went to yoga as a couple today, and Benedict was an angel. He got to stare at my ass and didn’t get an embarrassing public boner. Everyone wins.
I
put my arms around his waist. Now, I could see a future together. The
same key that locks the chastity cage can also be used to open the key
to a boy’s heart.
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“Mooooo~” the boy says to our cow. “Mrrrooooooo~” the cow replies. She likes to come over in the afternoon and say hi. The boy chuckles. “Moooooooooo.” “Mroooooooooo~” “Mooooooo” “Mooooooooo” “MOoooooOoooo.” “MooooooOOOOOOoooo…”
I can’t help it and start laughing. The boy looks over his shoulder. “How long have you been standing there Sir?” “Long enough. You know, I read your dossier pretty well. I didn’t know my houseboy had bovine interpretation skills.” My boy grins wide. “We’re talking about you you know.” I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms. “Are you now?” “Yeah, I mean – I can see how she made the mistake. We both see a big hunk of beef.”
I scoff with a groan and roll my eyes so hard they really roll out of my head. “Oh my god.” I turn and walk back into the house. I feel secretly pleased, but refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I can hear him laughing from where I am in the kitchen. It’s bold and full – a nice sound. He didn’t laugh a lot when he came here. Too scared, too nervous. But he’s clearly happy and settling in well. And well, he made a new friend didn’t he?
I peek out the window. He’s petting her and rubbing her ears. Good lord, that’s so adorable. I let the houseboy win one over me. Nothing in the Housemaster Handbook about putting the “pun” in “punishment” for terrible zingers. Unless I think of something sexy and creative…
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Justin didn’t really “get” pupping yet. He liked the idea of it. He liked playing and wrestling with other pups. He wanted to feel this thing called “pupping out” that everyone else spoke about on the messageboards. But Justin’s handler Hector pushed on, training and encouraging.
One afternoon, they got back from a meet-up. Justin had fun. He played with other pups, didn’t pee anywhere, and came obediently when Hector told him it was time to head home. Also, more importantly – didn’t puke in the car on the way home. Normally, Justin liked to undress after events, but this afternoon he didn’t take off the pup mask. He just wanted to curl up on the sunlit sofa and take a nap. He was settling in after circling the cushion three times, when Hector came in the room. “Hey there boy.” Justin lifted his head. “Arf?” “I have something for you.” “Arf??” Hector pointed to the floor. “Sit here boy.” Justin jumped off the sofa and sat, butt down. “Arf.” “Good boy.” Hector smiled and put something on his nose. “Arf?” Justin asked. He dipped his head and it felt. It was a toy. A child’s squeak toy. Justin pushed on it. It squeaked. He pushed on it again. Squeak squeak squeak. For some reason, this seemed so silly. Squeak squeak squeak. Justin picked it up in his mouth. HIS toy. A feeling of joy welled up inside of him. It was just a small thing Hector had given him, but it was so nice to be given a gift. How could male validation feel so wonderful? Justin jumped back on the sofa and curled up with it. His toy. His. Cause he’s a good boy.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak squeak squeak.
Back in the kitchen, Hector began to think he made a mistake with that one.
