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Birdie glanced outside the slat window. “Oh look, the chickadees are back at the bird feeder. That must mean…yep, the doves are under it, picking up the mess. It looks like the squirrels are keeping their distance. The proofing thing we rigged worked. Aw, they’re so cute and fat. Probably starving in all this cold. Hm, I wonder what those birds are? Warblers maybe? Purple martins? Probably just a type of finch. Wonder if we’ll see the cardinal pair from last year this winter. Gosh, they’re just so fun to watch. Nom nom nom! What do you think Sir?” 
When there wasn’t a reply, BIrdie glanced over his shoulder at his strong, swarthy Sir who was giving him the most unreadable, distant expression.
“Sir?” Birdie asked again. “Is everything alright?”
“I love you.”
BIrdie gasped softly. ‘Sir?” he squeaked.
Morgan’s cheeks turned ruddy under the close-cropped dark scruff of his beard. “I’m sorry, that just slipped out.”
“Did…did you mean it Sir?”
Morgan covered his face with his hand. “I … Yes. I do, Birdie. I was just sitting here, staring at beautiful sight of the back of you and I realized the reason I stopped chasing boyfriends so long ago is that I’m in love with you. I made these excuses to myself – that I was distracted, that I was busy with work, that our sex was holding me over, but I just….I just realized it. That butt is mine, and what it’s attached to, I want it to be mine forever.”

Birdie’s eyes went wide. His delicate hand was hovering over his mouth. “Morgan – I mean, Sir I – I – …I’m speechless.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I have breached our relationship. You are my houseboy. I have been inappropriate with you.” Sir began to get up. “I’m going out.”
“No no!” Birdie cried, walking over to his Sir and taking his hand in his. “I’m really happy you told me. Oh gosh, can’t you feel that I’m shaking? I’m the luckiest houseboy in the world.  A great job, a great life, and my deepest fantasy realized! It’s like Christmas has come early.”
Morgan blinked and choked. “Really..? You feel the same?”
“If not more. You’re my favorite man in the world,” Birdie admitted. “Oh gosh, I’m going to get emotional.”
Morgan chuckled to hide how flattered he was, and kissed his boy on the forehead. “Then get emotional. Get emotional for us if you want.”
“For both of us? …but Sir, your eyes are tearing up.”
“Oh come on Birdie, let an old man keep some of his dignity.”
Birdie giggled and nuzzled Morgan. “I love you too.”

They shared a kiss on the lips. Morgan glanced over Birdie’s shoulder. “Hey, the cardinal couple is back.”
“What? Really?”
Morgan pulled Birdie to the window, and they held hands as they watched the little creatures feast.

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“I think I ate too much food.”
“I know you did.”
“Ugh if you know I did, then I definitely did.”
“Cause you ate mine too when I couldn’t finish it,” I chuckle.
Kip groans. “This holiday is terrible. Terrible for my stomach, my gym diet…”
“Your ass still looks amazing.”
“Does it?” Kip asks, hopeful.
“Like a big fat marshmallow.”
Kip sighs. “Thank god. I’m going to pass out for a bit. This anaconda needs to digest the baby antelope it just ate.”
I chuckle and kiss his head. “Ok baby. You do that.”
“…Why oh why, did I eat so much pie?” Kip mutters to himself.

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“Cassidy, it’s lunch time.”
“Mm. Don’t come too close to the hammock.”
“Why?” Giovanni asked, giving Cassidy a little push.
“Uh oh.”
“What?” Giovanni asked, smiling.
Cassidy reached out and grabbed his arm. “It’s got you.”
“What?” 
“The hammock monsster’s gotchoo now,” Cassidy said. “Run, Run Gio!”
Gio laughed. “What are you talking about?”
Cassidy pulled his boyfriend’s arm closer to him.
“Hey let go~”
“Nope, sorry can’t. The hammock monster has you.” He pulled Gio forward so he was off balance.
“Hey you’re going to make me fall!” But even as he said this, Giovanni was crawling into the hammock to keep himself from falling out of it.
“Save yourself Giovanni!”
“Cassidy~ No, stop. We’re going to flip!” Gio laughed. He found himself on top of his boyfriend, both of them struggling to stay balanced”
“The monster’s got you for good! You are a helpless prisoner!” 
Giovanni had to admit the monster had him good. Cassidy had wrapped his sweater-clad arms around him tight. They both tried to stifle laughter as their legs dueled for space. “I’m pretty stuck aren’t I?”
“See if you just listened to my warning…”
Giovanni chuffed. “You are silly. What  about lunch?”
“Mnn lunch. That’s a problem. You know the hammock monster is only satisfied by one thing right?”
“What?”
“Cuddles,” Cassidy said matter-of-factly.
“Mmn, I think we can defeat this monster then.”
“Good,” Cassidy said, tightening his grip. “Cause you are so warm.” He nuzzled his boyfriend’s scalp. “Plus you smell good.”
Giovanni smiled. “You are so affectionate today.”
“Cause you’re adorable. And I cherish you. Now be quiet and let me snuggle you in peace. Lunch depends on it.”
Giovanni giggled again, “Ok Cassidy. For the sake of lunch.”

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I heard growling and came into the room. My pup was possessively defending his bowls from our cat, Prissy. I was surprised. Prissy didn’t care about anything besides when she was fed and the five minutes when she wanted to be petted a day. Yet, two days after I got a pup, it seems she had taken interest in the new addition to the family. Or in her mind, a new interloper in her territory. She clearly was not pleased that my pup was getting more food than her, and a nice big piece of chicken at that. 

I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching it unfold. Prissy came closer. Boxer growled. His tail wagged as a warning. Prissy looked at Boxer, then knocked over the water bottle I’d set there. Boxer looked astonished. I smothered a laugh behind my hand. He popped up, barking incessantly, and Prissy bolted. Despite the tail plug, Boxer went after her in a hurry. I found them in the next room, Boxer barking in front of the sofa, where Prissy was hiding underneath. 

I was wheezing from laughing so hard and had to pull Boxer away by his jockstrap. “Leave it! Leave it baby! Let her stay there.” He growled at her some more, then tossed his head high with a “hmph” and let me guide him back to his bowl. I mopped up the mess with a towel and Boxer ate the rest of his food in peace.

It wasn’t over though. Later that night, Boxer dumped his dinner water bottle on Prissy’s head. I only punished him a little. I admired his ability to not be outranked in this household by one stuck up cat.

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“We’re going to have a problem,” Evan murmured.
“I’m not seeing a problem. Clarify for me?” Joseph replied, his focus distant.
“Well, I’m not sure… mmn. How were gonna be able to make it through the wedding ceremony if I can’t stop kissing you.”
“You can’t?” Joseph asked, smiling.
“Nah. I mean, look at us. We can barely make it through the photographs.”
Joseph chuckles with Evan. “Well.” Mmnn. “What’s the problem again? I like kissing you.”
Evan nuzzled his lover. “Shit, I can’t remember…” he smiled. “Can I kiss you again?”
“Sure,” Joseph smiled. “It’ll make for cute pictures.”

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I had a crush on Cody forever. He was so adorable, yet so shy – the founder of the programming club at our small community college and also a member of our archery team. It took me forever to befriend him and coax him over for ‘movie night’. It was blistering hot and our AC crapped out, so my apartment was sweltering. It was Cody who surprised me and asked if we could just hang out in our underwear. Uh, no, I did not mind.

Around 3 am, Cody askd if we could just share my oversized queen bed instead of him crashing on the sofa cause he was sticking to the leather. Again, uh, no, I do not mind. My heart was racing and I was terrified of getting an inappropriate boner. Luckily it waited to spring up until after the lights off. Cody was very brave and gave me a good night kiss, and it took me forever to fall asleep because I could not stop thinking about how much I loved feeling his soft firm lips against my own. I was excited for what the morning would bring. I ran through lots of fantasies about morning wood, showers, kitchen foolery…

It was past 4:30 when I reached my cock. I had to clear my head so I could sleep a little – but then everything began to shake. The bed, the walls, the ceiling, it all creaked and rolled. I kept still, waiting to see if it was going to be The Big One or not. Cody woke up with a shot. He cried out into the darkness, fumbling in the sheets, panicking.

The earthquake subsided, just a small 4.8 passing through. I’d forgotten Cody had only lived here for a year, fresh from Iowa, not used to California peculiarities I quickly turned on the lamp and began to work on reassuring him, grabbing his wrists and talking to him in a soft soothing voice. He was not immediately convinced that there wasn’t a bigger quake coming and we were all going to die. I was concerned that Cody was sweating, his eyes dilated and chest fluttering.

Eventually, I pulled out my phone and found a thread on Reddit to show him that others in our area were underwhelmed by it it too. The epicenter wasn’t anywhere close. I prevented Cody from having an anxiety attack but he was nervous. I swallowed hard, gathered my courage, and pulled him into my arms.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll protect you.”

How exactly I planned to do that against a quake, I don’t know, but it sated Cody. He pushes himself against me, seeking safety and reassurance in my arms.
“You’re a good friend,” Cody admitted softly to me before falling back asleep, pressed against my chest. I was only awake a bit longer, just long enough to ponder how warm and sweet-smelling he was before drifted off. 

Lo and behold we woke up like that, tangled, morning woods trapped in our underwear.  I was awake for a long while before Cody, just appreciating him and enjoying his presence while I dozed in and out. Eventually Cody woke up.

Initially he was embarrassed about his cock being hard, but when I whispered, “mine is too,” Cody seemed to loose some of his shyness from the night before. We rocked together for a bit, Cody pressing into my thigh; then he rolled over on top of me and we began to kiss. My world began to spin far harder than it had shaken last night. I snaked a hand around to cup his ass then all bets were off. We spent all morning making out, humping, eventually tossing away our sticky underwear so we could play skin to skin.

I never thought I would be thanking Mother Nature for getting me to first and second base. God bless that 4.8.

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I woke up cause someone stepped on me. I jerk and flail. “Jesus, Johnny! I’m up! I’m uup! …Ok tone down the cute, I haven’t had coffee yet.”
I run my fingers through my hair and wipe crud out of my eyes. Jonathan drops the toy on me and barks, bouncing on the bed, butt wiggling. 
“Pup mode huh. Jesus, Whyyy are you such a morning pup?”
Juju pushes the bear toward me with his nose. I pick it up and furrow my brow. I don’t recognize this. 

Juju gives me a goofy look and barks at me. I glance at my phone. “Hey, today’s my birthday isn’t it?”
That sets him off and he bounces on my bed on all fours. “Woah there, woah there! Dooown boy. Down. Down. Good boy.” I look at the bear. “Is this for me?”
“Bark bark bark!”
I smile. It’s really cute. I press my own nose to it and lord it smells just like my pup. He must have slept with it. It makes my heart flutter and my cock a little hard. 
“Thank you boy.”
I get kisses for that, and I pull him into my arms so I can scratch his back vigorously. Juju groans into my neck and drools in me as my nails work him over from shoulders to hips. At his butt, I give that X on his hip a few good swats. It’s my favorite of his tattoos. We wrestle for a moment, but Juju is interested in something else.

Juju definitely doesn’t seem interested in sex right now though. Instead, he tugs on the comforter with his teeth and nuzzles me, trying to get me out of bed. I dutifully get up. Juju then herds me to the bathroom and sits at the doorframe while I relieve myself and get ready. He can barely sit still. 

I pull on a pair of shorts and begin the walk to the kitchen, making sure to take my new bear with me. Juju bounds ahead of me, excited. When I walk into the dining room, I see why. The kitchen table has been set like something out of a movie. Flowers bloom in the middle. Water and tea are all offered next to mysterious plates wrapped in tin foil. I peel them off with a smile and reveal one hell of a breakfast – waffles, eggs, bacon, and of course, strawberries with whipped cream. There’s a candle in the whipped cream. A smile splits my face in half. I set the bear next to it.

“Juju did you get up early and do this for me?”
Juju nuzzles me and licks my leg. I kneel down next to him and cup his cheeks in my hand. “I love it, and I love you. I’m going to take my bear to work as a reminder of what a loving boyfriend I have at home.” We kiss and nuzzle and I give him a hug. “Thank you for cooking for me.” 
“Bark bark bark!” 
I ruffle his hair. “I hope it’s still warm!”
Juju makes a coughing motion and looks at his bowl.
“You made this you goofball, you couldn’t fill your own bowl?”
Juju giggles, breaking character. 
“Ok fine.” I walk to the counter and prepare a plate for my pup and set it down next to my chair. My boy devours it much like a lion would a zebra, but I take my time with mine. I cherish my food, admiring every crumb and grain of salt and every flavor, the color of the strawberries and the strength of the tea. Jonathan knows exactly how I like my food. Apparently he did such a great job with it he got so excited he pupped out. Pleasing me means that much to him. I l bend down and give him a sticky scratch behind the ears. “Good boy, Juju. Good boy. I love you.”

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I watched lovingly as Jason kissed Caroline’s feet, then blew raspberry’s on them, making her giggle. She never took her eyes off her Daddy though. She was captivated by his face. I thought I was going to break into a million little pieces from how adorable they were. I just couldn’t take it. I couldn’t speak either, without crying, so I just filmed and filmed.

Jason smiled at Caroline, then looked at me. “You know it almost feels like a mistake.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Well it’s just… the judge just gave her to us when your sister skipped out with her druggy boyfriend. They were like, ok you’re totally responsible for this helpless, fragile little person and are in charge with not psychologically damaging her until she’s 18 have fun bye!. I mean…wow. I can’t believe it. How did we get so lucky?”
I move his backpack out of the way and scoot up to him. “I feel the same way. Every time I pick her up, I’m scared I’ll drop her, hurt her. I read every food label, watch for every sharp corner, check her clothes for loose threads even. And then I’ll go do something stupid like lock my keys in the car, forget to charge my phone, or break a dish or something, and I can’t believe someone let me have a baby.”
Jason chuckles. Caroline giggles with him and he tickles her. “Yeah I feel that way too. More than anything, I’m so glad to be home Ryan. Away from the desert. Away from loneliness. It was hell.” His voice gets still and distant.
I put an arm on his shoulder. “Well then this is heaven ok?”
The cold expression on his face melts. “Yeah. It really is. I got that new desk job at the base. 9-5. Gonna be home plenty now. I can pick her up from school when she’s older, sneak her out for ice cream, get us in trouble with you for spoiling our dinner…”
I chuckle. “God you are going to be a great father.”
“I hope I am. I can’t disappoint her.”
“You won’t. You haven’t. Look – she hasn’t taken her eyes off of you for a second. She’s smitten with you.”
Jason glances at me. “I think you have some serious competition, Ryan.”
I laugh this time, then lean in so I can kiss Jason. “Well, I think I’m going to get more kisses.”
“You think?”
“Well, she’s only been around what? A month? You owe me some serious make out sessions,” I tease.
Jason smirks. “And I am going to give them back to you tenfold. You’re going to have trouble walking for a year when I’m through with you.”
“I can only hope.”
“Hey,” Jason says. I lift my head up. “A military man always keeps his promises.”

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