Fun fact – this photo is from 2010, but it is the same couple from the boyfriend/cat photo that a lot of you loved. They’re still together 🙂
Tag: adorable
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One of my favorite parts about Christmas is putting up the tree.
One of the most enjoyable tasks for a boy in service – putting up and decorating his Sir’s Christmas tree. His Sir put lots of careful consideration into selecting the best cage, collar, and muzzle for his boy to wear around the house, so it’s best to bring the same consideration into the only other thing his Master loves to look at as much as his boy. alphajock posted how he only gets to come once a week on a Saturday, but maaaybe if the tree look particularly breath-taking, he might just get a White Christmas after all…
Practicing my tail wagging, or grinding on the carpet?
It better be the first one. A good pup doesn’t hump the furnishings.
Just another way to prevent staining my pants. Or I could just be naked of course.
Oh yay, new pics of gayboykink. Just what I needed today. I know you want us to look at your pretty locked cock but damn I can’t stop staring at your jaw line. It’s flawlesss. Btw, I vote for naked wrapped in a blanket.
I kiss his head and rest my hand on his skull protectively. “Good night, babe.” He’s already asleep after such a long day. It was nearly 1 am when he called me in tears because his mom got evicted (again) and they’re homeless (again). There wasn’t enough room in the car for her and their stuff, so he was going to be sleeping on a bench in 30F degree weather. He said that he only had change to call me because he found it under a McDonalds drive through. I got in my El Camino and drove for an hour through sleet to come rescue him.
We had been best friends growing up, but family problems drove us literally further and further apart. There had been fleeting moments of intimacy, a kiss goodnight, love unresolved through distance and drama and his mom’s crack habit. I used to worry about him, but he’d always pop up once in a while, unharmed but skinny. That call tonight confirmed my worse fears. Now, he’s warm and safe. Tomorrow he’ll start a new life with me. He needs someone to care for him and love him, and I vow he will never feel suffering like that again.
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This post is fictional. Source is undetermined.
His mom has gone to the store to pick up some extra things for dinner; his father could be home any minute. I’m over at his house, meeting my boyfriend’s parents over a three day weekend. We’re both in college and in love in the most stupid ways, and oh yeah did I mention we’re both horny as rabbits? The second her car pulled away, I push against him and we crash into the closed piano, kissing furiously.
Ours shirt go flying so we’re body to body, me grinding my erection against his thigh. He groans and reaches back to squeeze my ass hard, and when I say hard I mean he’s a pitcher on our college’s softball team. I gasp and jump up onto the balls of my feet and he snickers, nipping at my lip. I cup his neck and stroke his beard with my thumb as we fence with our tongues. Right when I’m distracted with his firm boner against my groin, he guides a wide hand down the inside of my jeans – I never wear underwear – and he then slides a finger right into my ass. I squeal at the intrusion and inhale a sharply, my cheeks flush pink as I sense a wet spot in my jeans.
“You bastard!” I hiss.
He grins at me and pushes it in deeper, “You know my dad could be home any minute… wanna go fuck on my childhood bed? I have Batman bed sheets.”
“Oh baby, you make me so wet. Batman bed sheets? Let me pinch the tip of my cock shut, the cum is just leaking out!”
He throws his head back in laughter. “This is why I love you.”
I smile. “I love you too. Now fuck me or I’m going to greet your dad hard as a rock.”
By the time we hear the garage door open, we’re struggling to rebutton our pants and waft the bedroom free of that sex smell. We catch each-other’s sheepish gaze across the room, and in that moment, I suddenly know that I’m gonna marry him one day.
Found this on Vimeo – it’s a highlight reel of Patrick and Scott’s wedding from 2011, two years before gay marriage was legalized in Minnesota. Watching this made my heart swell, especially when they were dressing each-other. Even though I sometimes write about couples in love, nothing I write will ever be as sweet as the real thing.
(Source: https://player.vimeo.com/)
I can’t stop grinning because I’m 99% sure he’s dozed off back there. Apparently when I make risotto and stand here to stir in the broth, I become a piece of coral to latch onto for habitation. He came up to snuggle me about five minutes ago and now his breathing is slow and peaceful. Could he be any more precious?
A peaceful Sunday home with the husband. He almost died last year when a tornado flattened his house with him in it. He spent six weeks in the hospital and lost his left foot. Sometimes it’s just nice to not do anything but watch and appreciate that he’s here with me. His heart plods along under my hand and his scalp warms my thigh. These are the moments when I love him most. It scares me sometimes to think what my life would be like if I had to attend a funeral instead of a wedding. We are lucky.