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by ccallenreese

“Omar?”
“Yeah?”
“I know it’s like ten days away… but like…would you come home with me for Christmas?”
Omar looked at his boyfriend. “You’re going to have speak up a little. You’re talking to the floor, love.”
Mark rubbed the back of his neck. “I just um. Wanted to know, if like, you’d come home with me for Christmas?”
Omar parted his lips in surprise. “Oh baby. Really? You want me to go home with you?”
“I just – my mom cooks so much food, and I hated leaving you here alone last year and I want you there and – I want you to meet my parents.”
Omar crushed Mark in a hug. “Yes! yes I want to go! I’m really happy you asked. I was hoping you’d ask me, I mean. I was really sad about being stuck here over Christmas without you.”
Mark cupped Omar’s face in his hands. “It didn’t feel right to me either. You’re such an important part of my life. It’d really be so lovely.”
Omar was smiling. “I’m really happy you asked.”
“I was sooo nervous,” Mark admitted. He nuzzled Omar.
“Do I give you butterflies?”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
Omar pulled back a little so he could reposition for a kiss. Mark read his actions easily and pressed their lips together.
“mmmn….”
Mark slid an arm behind Omar’s back. The city hummed with noise all around them. Thousands of people in a million rooms. But Mark felt like he was alone, floating in space, with Omar by his side. Love really could make you feel weightless. Mark couldn’t believe Omar said yes. And now he got to take him home, and show him off to his family. His dad kept pestering him about this anyway. Mark just hoped his mom didn’t bring up marriage and kids and embarrass the hell out of them…

Oh wait, no, she totally would.

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by ccallenreese

pupartemis:

puppy-apollo:

glitchalpha:

This was a photo taken of me at Manchester Pride 2016.

I saw a young girl as I was walking in the parade. She didn’t look very happy, and I wanted to brighten her day.

I went over to her and dropped down on one knee and asked her if she would like a flower. She smiled at me and took the flower. I told her she was beautiful, and continued marching in the parade.

I later found out the moment had been captured on camera, and was told that the little girl had been there for the duration of the Parade, having spasms and being generally uncomfortable. I was told that after this, she smiled for a good half an hour.

This alone is my proudest moment of my life as a human pup.

I remember seeing this, it was utterly lovely! ❤❤

That is the most amazing thing ever. Remember folks puppy play is not always bones in holes. Sometimes it is sweet gestures like this. Moments captured of pure innocence.

You are such a good puppy <33

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by ccallenreese

“Hey Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know what like…being gay is like? Do you know?”
Chris turned and looked at Thomas. “I dunno. Are you gay?”
Tom shrugged. “I don’t think so, but my parents say it’s like a choice, so like…what’s the other option than like, normal? I don’t get it.”
Chris chewed on his gum and thought. “Well, my cousin is gay. He cares a lot about fashion and brands, and music. He said once he has to study up on a lot of stuff to stay relevant. He spends a lot of time on his hair. Maybe it’s like that?”
“What, wait, so being gay isn’t even about uh, like, doing stuff, with boys? Just being flaming?”
Chris blew a bubble and popped it. “No, I think they do it to attract other guys. Like if guys like guys, you have to be really flamboyant to attract other guys. Like, you know, peacocks, I guess.”
Tom laughed. “Peacocks. That’s funny. Yeah I guess that makes sense. So all gays are like that? You can’t be like, straight and normal and still like guys?”
Chris shrugged. “I don’t think so. Never met one or heard of one.”
Tom tilted his head to the side. “…Huh.”

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“Tom? Thomas?”
Tom shook his head out of his fog. “Huh?” He looked sideways at his partner.
“Well I guess you are awake from your nap.”
Tom smiled. “Hi Marshall. Guess you are too.”
“Did you sleep at all?”
“A bit. Mostly just thinking about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Marshall asked.
Tom studied his face. He had the most beautiful brown eyes. “I was thinking that Chris was totally wrong.”
Both eyebrows went up. “Now who is Chris?”
“Mn, he was an old middle school friend.”
“And what was he wrong about?”
Tom exhaled through his nose. “Well, thanks to Chris, I thought being gay would be a very different thing. I never imagined it would be spending a lazy Sunday loafing around the house with a wonderful cub like you, waiting until the football game started.”
Marshall loved being called a cub and his cheeks turned a bit red. “How could you not imagine that? That’s all I wanted when I grew up, was to have like a typical American suburban life. Fratboy to dadbod pipeline. Just like, married to another dad, instead of a wife. And without the kids…for now anyway.”
Tom chuckled. “Fratboy to dadbod. Yeah that’s kind of it.”
“What did you think it’d be?” Marshall asked.
“Mmn. Something to do with peacocks.”

“Peacocks?”
“Yeah.”
“…I don’t get it.”
Tom chuffed through his nose. “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m gonna nap for a few more minutes ok?”
Marshall snuggled up against him. “Good. You’re really warm right now. Kind of nice…”
“Marshall?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” Tom said in a soft voice.
There was a pause. Tom tried not to freak out.
“I’m falling in love with you too,” Marshall said after a moment, his voice creaky.
Tom let out the breath he was holding. Marshall always had a problem expressing his emotions. That was a lot from Marshall. More than he thought he’d get.
“That’s wonderful, Marshall,” Tom said. He smiled at him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Marshall sighed in relief. “I’m – really happy to hear you say it.”
Tom planted a light kiss on his lips. “Good.”
They pressed up closer and fell quiet for a nap. Tom dozed off wondering if he could find Chris online, and tell him he was wrong. It would be very satisfying.

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by ccallenreese

Joseph got up to pee on Christmas morning, decided he felt awake enough, and went to go make spiced tea and bring Mike a present. When he got up stairs though, he saw Mike sleeping alone in bed with their dog and longed to join them again. He set the tea on the floor with the boxes, and crawled back into his rightful place in bed. Tea could be reheated. So could a bed.

Joseph wished he could tell his younger self that it wasn’t sad that adults didn’t get excited over Christmas like kids did. When you can buy your own toys, priority change. Besides, Joseph realized, he had everything he could ever want right there in bed with him – and he got it all year around. However, Joseph would probably not tell his younger self that having Christmas as a day off was the best time to have real good sex. Younger Joseph would figure that one out eventually.

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pupboy91:

I made a Fort! Room for one more *wag*

It started off as a cute little thing. Pup built a fort, and enjoyed hanging out there. Good place to chew on toys, watch a movie, take a nap. But then he starts getting territorial about it, and spending a lot of time in there. If Master Nick touched it, the pup would rub his head over the spot where he had. Master Nick got a bit concerned cause his pup didn’t even want to go outside much anymore, he just wanted to sit in there and guard it. The final straw was when Master Nick got growled at for coming too close to it and that was a mistake. The pup got hauled out, spanked, and put in the yard while Master Nick took the fort down. He was astonished to find a pile of toys and several pairs of his underwear and stray socks stashed in there, plus his set of extra keys, and a wrapper from a candy bar that had gone missing. Master Nick shook his head. “Bad puppy.”

As Nick put the cushion covers in the washing machine, he thought about what he could do to prevent this from happening again. He called his friend Jake. “Hey…do you know how to build a dog house?”

The pup was very unhappy to see his fort torn down, and howled in protest for most of the evening. Attempts to rebuild it were rebutted. The pup sulked all night….but he woke up the next morning to the sounds of hammering in the yard.

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by ccallenreese

flashdoggy:

domgayhusbands:

Never forget who your King is- the Head of the Household, the Man in the relationship, your Protector, your Owner… your Husband.

But…..where’s the dog?

The pup is out of frame, curled up next to its Masters’ bed on its own cushion, half in a doze. The yard was purged of squirrels this morning, and so he needs to refill his energy to play later and beg for scraps while the Masters make lunch.

Tomorrow the pup has to go upon the silly business of putting on clothes and pretending to be a human at this boring place called an office. But now? Now things were good. Lazy Sundays were always good.

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uptopuppystuff:

I’m never sure who reads my text posts, but I figured I’d mention, “Hey, I’m still here!” Things have been rough lately, but I think I’m getting back into puppy mode again. 

I’ll post some stuff here and there, but probably just Daddy and I. Feeling really disconnected from other puppies and the community lately and I’m not sure what, if anything, can fix that. It’s weird, I felt closer to the community when I had no chance of interacting with it outside the internet. *shrugs*

But, hey, feeling closer to my pup side again at least *wags*

Marcus patted his pup on his head. “You don’t have to go out to the bars with me tonight if you don’t want to.”
“Wruf,” his boy answered, putting his head down on his arms.
“I think it’s just spring melanchonia, pup. I got you a little present when I was at the grocery store though. May help ya feel better.”
“Roo?”
Marcus walked to the kitchen, took something out of a paper bag and put it behind his back. Brodie was staring at him when he came back. He really wanted to know what it was!
“You haven’t been the same since your ball got popped by that car – so I got you a new one.” Marcus revealed a plastic bouncy ball about the size of an apple, and rolled it over to Brodie.
Before Brodie was even aware of his body, he was up and after it. He had to get there before it rolled under the evil armoire!
“That’s it! Get it!”
Brodie grabbed it in his mouth and obediently brought the ball back over to Marcus.
“Good boy! Come on, let’s go in the backyard and get some sun ok? Play fetch?”
Brodie glanced out the back glass door. It was a nice day…
“Maybe if you get hot later, I can drag out the kiddie pool or the sprinkler…”
Was it that time of the year already?? Brodie thought. “Wruf!”
“Yeah you’d like that! You just need to play until you feel better.” Marcus opened the back door and threw the ball as hard as he could across the yard. “Go! Fetch!”

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Captions are fictional. You’re adorable, @uptopuppystuff, sorry things are weird for you lately.

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by ccallenreese

flashdoggy:

Doesn’t have to be anything special – just being by His side is enough.

“This is nice,” Dexter murmured.
“What?” Alexander responded. “Having your beard scratched?”
“Yes, but no…this. Being on vacation. Renting a cabin. Being alone with you.”
“Wow. I’m surprised to hear you say that.”
“Why?” Dexter grunted, barely moving his lips.
“Well, you hated the whole idea. And you got pretty mad when you found out how bad cell service is out here. And that this place doesn’t have wi-fi.”
“Yeah. That is annoying. But… it’s kind of nice not worrying about my phone. I’m not jumping up everytime it goes off.”
“I like that too.”
“You knew exactly what we needed as a couple,” Dexter added. “Time away from life. With us. I miss those days in college when we had nothing to do and we’d just crash at your place and make out, get stoned, and bake all night.”
Alexander smiled. “Those are some of my best memories.”
“Most of my best memories are with you.”
“Aww Dex, that’s, really sweet.”
Dex reached up and gave Alex’s arm a squeeze. “Being with you is amazing. I love seeing your face every day.”
Dex couldn’t see Alex blush. “Dexter~ You’re going to make me choke up.”
“Well, guess I better go all the way then if we’re doing the emotions thing..”
“What?” Alexander asked. “What do you mean?”
“I planned to ask you to marry me some time this year, Alexander, but I’ve never felt more in love with you than I do right now.”
Alex gasped. “Are – are you serious?”
Dex hadn’t moved, and his eyes are barely open. “Don’t let my beached-whale state confuse you. I am completely serious. Will you marry me, Alexander Lockheed?”
“Holy shit! Yes, Dexter. A thousand times yes!”
Dexter smiled. “Good. Then you’ll be mine right and proper and you can force good ideas into my head for the rest of our lives -oof!” Alex had gotten up and crawled onto the narrow sofa with Dexter, which meant practically resting on top of him. “Hello there,” Dexter said. He opened his eyes. and gave a cock-eyed, lazy smile. “Oof elbow, watch out there.”
“I love you so much, Dexter.” Alex kissed him and Dexter’s lids floated close again.
“Mmmnn thatsh nice. I love you more, Alex.”
“That’s impossible. I do.”
“Well we got the rest of our lives for you to realize you’re wrong.”
Alex giggled. “Well, wrong or not, I’m really happy you asked me.”
“I’m happy you said yes,” Dexter said, clearing his throat. He swallowed. “The ring will come later.”
“I imagine it will. I’m not worried,” Alex said. He rested his head on Dexter’s chest. Dexter wrapped his arms around him.

There seemed to be no more words to say, and they both drifted off for an afternoon nap. Around the golden hour, they roused. Alex tugged aside his shorts, and pressed himself against Dexter’s lap. Dexter fumbled for the lube they left on the end table from last night’s Uno insanity, and he knew what to do without really even opening his eyes again. His beefy hands found their way to Alex’s waist, and put him in place. They rocked together in an escalating fashion, breathing becoming more audible in the quiet of the room. Alex whimpered. Dexter cursed. The orgasm gushed between them. Alex rested on Dexter’s body again, only with wet fabric and more flesh between them.  No talking, just kissing, until their bodies dipped down into sleep again.

While Alex’s head was full of dreams about a wedding on the lake and sex on a huge bed, Dex didn’t dream at all. Alex was already his, even without the certificate from the state in agreement or the fancy ceremony. In the kitchen, Dexter’s phone dinged. He barely noticed. Dexter listened to Alex breathe softly against his neck, and forgot about it within minutes.

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