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“What? So what that you’re horny? You’re always horny,” Jim said.
“But once it gets wet…”
“Who cares if they see the outline of your chastity cage? Better than seeing an outline of your dick in white Speedos.”
Sean blinked. He hadn’t thought of it. “I suppose you’re right..”
“I am right. I’d never put you in a situation that’d get you arrested boy. And remember, it’s not illegal to be embarrassed.” Jim grinned.
Sean blushed. “That’s an unfortunate reality.”
“For you maybe. Hot stuff for me. Come on, it’s hot out here.” Jim picked up his bodyboard and headed to the water.
Sean sighed. He hoped the water was cold. God, he was horny, and all he could think about was getting fucked on the beach with everyone watching him get railed. The thought of submitting and being taken in front of all those people was almost too much to stomach, but god Sean hated that he still fantasized about it just for a chance at relief! Goddamn, this device was wicked and he’d under-estimated its power! Sean groaned, picked up his body board and followed Jim to the sea. God, he hoped it was cold.

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lalycradude:

Oh yeah! 

“Sir – these are a little, um, small. They barely cover anything!”
“I think it’s funny that you think I care, fag. You don’t need to be covered out here. I’m only letting you wear them so you get those pretty tan lines on your fine rump.”
“What? Ohh damn! I hadn’t thought of that. It’s so girly though…how embarrassing!”
“Well, it’s what I want. Now come over here and put sunscreen on me.”
The fag turned around. When he saw his Master in that red Speedo he forgot about his own underwear issue. “Yes sir, coming right now!”

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“BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!”
I clutch my sides, unable to stop laughing. “Pup! Brodie! Brodie! Seriously. Come here! you are never going to catch that seagull.”
He looks at me and whines, then puts his head down on his paws and wiggles his butt.
The seagull watches him with one beady eye from up on the fence, its beak clamped around a bag of barbeque potato chips.
“BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!”
“Brodie!” I wheeze. I have to sit down.

The seagull hops to another fencepost. Brodie inches forward, muscles tense with energy. I watch from the sand as Brodie creeps up underneath the gull, more of a cat than a dog. The gull doesn’t seem interested in Brodie and gazes over the beach, as if trying to figure out where he eats the prize.

I’m holding my breath, watching Brodie seek his prey. Closer. Closer. After a few long moments, Brodie was directly under the gull. Slowly, slowly, slowly, my pup reaches up. We’re both holding our breathes. The gull could take flight at any moment. I’m silently cheering for my pup.

Then – Brodie makes a move. Like a lizard’s tongue, his fingers shoot out and grab the chip bag right out of the seagull’s beak. The seagull squawks and jumps, then looks around as if trying to figure out what just happened. Brodie looks at the chip bag in his hand in shock, then looks at me. My jaw is on the ground. I then whoop and punch a fist into the air. Brodie puts the chip bag into his mouth and begins to bounce up and down on his paws, woof-ing his head off.

People are staring at us now. Brodie puts his paws on the fence and shakes it under the gull flies away, and my pup gives it a loud farewell.

Satisfied, my pup trots over and puts the chip bag in my lap. I scritch him all over, then he headbutts me. I open the chip bag and feed him one. Brodie scarfs it down and licks my fingers.

“Alright, let’s go finish eating our lunch ok, boy?”
Brodie wiggles his butt, forgetting he’s not wearing his tail. “Arf arf!”

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Text is fictional. Puppy butt :3

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The beach is supposed to be relaxing. No noises, no distractions. Nothing to do except swim and bask in the sun, which we were doing now after having gorged on a big lunch. We rested next to eachother, sharing my enormous towel, listening to the waves lap at the shore. Sometimes a gull would careen overhead, cawing. Perfect calm. There weren’t even that many children out here on a weekday.

I wasn’t relaxed. I couldn’t stop thinking about how close we were out here on this vast beach with plenty of room. A foot maybe. Less, possibly. I was thinking of the way my sister gave me a suspicious look when I told her I was going to the beach with David. “One of your guy dates huh?”
“What do you mean by that?” I said accusingly.
“You just spend a lot of time with him, that’s all.”
Yeah, that was true. Every time I wanted to go somewhere, David was the first person I called. Or he called me. We were bros. Perhaps not just bros… my time with David had helped me realize something about myself though. I wondered how many people “knew” and was waiting for me to find out about myself. I wondered if David knew or had guessed.

“Hey um. David?” I asked, my voice unsteady.
“Yeah?”
“Can I tell you something personal?”
David turned his head toward me. I could see his deep green eyes staring curiously at me through the brown-pink glass of his sunglasses lenses. “What’s up bro?”
The knot in my stomach was so tight I almost couldn’t find the courage to get the words out. “David I …I’m gay,” I said softly. “I wanted to tell you first.”
David’s jaw fell slack. He kind of stared at me, digesting this, as I held my breath. I could not handle rejection and felt rising anxiety as I waited to find out if I was going lose my best friend.
“You are?” he said after a moment. “You’re gay?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Girls never did it for me. I just had to sit and think about it for a while…it was um. Obvious.”
“Oh,” David said, turning his face up to the sun again. My heart began to ache, and I feared it was about to be broken. I never took my eyes off of him. I watched his chest rise and fall, his breathing a bit rapid.
Minutes passed.

“David?” I said, my voice barely a squeak. “Please say something.”
David exhaled slowly. “Sorry I just…needed to think. You’re gay. Ok that’s… that’s fine. It’s good.”
“That’s good?” I repeated, unsure if there was sand in my ears or something.
“Yeah,” he said with that casual little smile of his. “That’s very good.”

“Ok,” I said, dizzy with relief. “Good.”

A moment later, I felt David’s hand bump against mine. I wasn’t sure was he was doing until he worked his fingers between mine and squeezed. I squeezed back, letting him tether me. I felt like a huge weight had lifted off of me. Without his grip, I might have just floated away.

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Text is fictional. Apparently today is Coming Out Day or something, so I wanted to do something appropriate.

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I pause when the photo shows up on my Facebook feed. It’s public, but addressed to me: ‘We’re having a great time, Paul! I’m so happy, thank you!!!“

I should be jealous. Green with it. They’re a perfect, handsome gay couple. William has an attractive rectangular face, straight white teeth, and a jaw you could chisel coal with. He’s got a thick neck and 45 degree deltoids under unmarred flesh. His boyfriend Raul is equally damn attractive, even with his hook nose that gives him character. Raul’s kissing William on the cheek. William’s face is flush with contentment. Behind them, the sea off the coast of Brazil stretches into infinity, buffeted by towering mountains. It’s an over-cast day, which leaves no strong shadows in the photograph.

They’re totally, utterly perfect. I am single, he is taken – completely, 100% taken. I should be jealous, but I’m not. I’m beyond happy. This time two years ago, William was headed toward a coffin – he left an abusive relationship, and walked right into the arms of crystal meth. Months of drugs, booze, and anonymous sex caught him up with him; his HIV positive status was detected in the hospital after he was found passed out on a grocery store floor. I was his counselor, helping him emerge out of a toxic situation into a healthy one. He was suicidal, near starving, not managing his positive status.

I was sure I was going to lose him. Raul gave him something to work for. Raul ran the coffee shop next door to the recovery meeting place. He was working on an MBA, clean and ambitious. He didn’t mind William’s positive status, but Raul would not court a man ragged and riddled from crystal meth. I used Raul as an incentive for William to keep going, even going so far as asking Raul to write him notes of encouragement on paper napkins. William kept every one.

I could barely see the old William in the new one. He jokingly called himself Will 2.0, and I understood why. He had been reborn. William was enrolled in school for fall, and soon they would move across town so Raul could start a new job. Before they began their life together, they took a trip to Brazil – to celebrate life, to celebrate eachother. I was just so happy for them, I began to cry at my keyboard.

I commented: "Thank yourself too. You created your own happiness. You fought so hard, harder than any patient I have ever had. It’s wonderful to see you live.”

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“Ta-da! What do you think of my new bathing suit, honey? It’s so smooth and revealing – you can see the outline of my piercing in front – but look at my ass, this is the best part! If you get horny, you can just roll over on top of me and fuck me without having to push down briefs. It’s gonna easier than ever to be naughty.”
“Goddamn, my mouth is watering at how juicy your ass looks in those. Mine all mine. Every girl is gonna be looking at your fine butt outta jealousy, and the boys are gonna wish they even had a drop of your confidence. Mmmm, two nice handfuls. I could just devour you right now.”
“Nuh uh uh! Patience is a virtue, sweetie. Mmm, oh yes you can cup me between my legs, I’ll tolerate that. Now, hand me my little crop top please, and we’ll be good to go. I packed lube, condoms, water…”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be good. Here’s your top. Oh wait babe, come back here. Let big papa work some sunscreen into your bubble butt. You’re smokin hot, but I don’t want the sun to burn stripes into your butt baby.”
“Ohh I never thought of that. You take such good care of my ass, honey. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Get blue balls?”
“Oh, don’t even say that. Ooo your hands feel nice…mm work it in baby, make it gleam.”

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Text is fictional. Source is here. Have notified user I’m using his photo. Backlog post #3.

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We were on our third vacation as a couple, and our first overseas vacation at that. We were celebrating our fifth anniversary. It had stopped raining so my boyfriend had suggested we go for a walk. We picked up a trail that followed the curve of a cliff. The railing curved away from the path to offer a scenic outlook over the coast. I drifted over to the vantage point.

Tanner followed me. “The ocean is so beautiful isn’t it? It just goes on forever.”
“Mmmn. What amazes is me that when you look at a forest, and you look at another forest, they’re different forests. Same with mountains, although they’re all installed on the same land. But with the ocean…it’s all connected. You don’t see different oceans, you see one ocean, just different sides.”
“That’s very deep,” he noted. “…No pun intended.”
I chuckled. “Suuure.” I take a deep breath. “God it’s beautiful out here. The air is so clear, the smell of sea, no cell phones to bother us. You’re here. I feel so happy. I can’t believe this is my life.”
Tanner looked at me, so naturally I glanced at him. He lifted his hand and ghosted the back of his fingers over my jaw. “Would you like it to be your life forever?”
“…Pardon?” I raised an eyebrow.
Tanner smiled a big smile and looked away, as if suddenly shy. “I um. I always suck at expressing my feelings, but I feel the same way as you, RJ. Being here with you is ten times as amazing as going on vacation alone. I don’t even feel like your boyfriend anymore, I feel like your other half, and that makes me really happy. And I don’t think I say it enough, how important you are to me, how you push me to be more responsible and more mature, and go after what matters.”
I turned to face him, words stuck in my throat, wondering where this was coming from all of a sudden. Despite how obvious he was, I was still completely unaware of what he was doing until he reached into the shallow pocket of his swim trunks and pulled out a small box. My jaw dropped the same the time he got on one knee. “Tanner, are you-”

“I …think that the ocean is a good metaphor for how much I love you. No matter how much- …fuck I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Ok Tanner, get it together. Ok. My love for you, it’s very vast and deep, and and when I’m with you, I see different sides of it each day. Reyes Juan Montoya, will marry me? Please?”
“Holy shit, yes!” I screamed, emotions bubbling up from deep within me, “Yes, Tanner, I’ll marry you. Oh my god. You sneaky bastard how long have you been planning this??”
“Oh, four months or so. Oh, and your best friend knows.”
“Laura? Ugh so sneaky! Oh wooooow Tanner, look at that ring. Wait, I recognize this band…”
“It was your grandfather’s. I spoke with your parents, they said they were hoping you’d wear it one day since your sister got your great grandmother’s ring.”
By now tears were streaming down my face. “Oh Tanner, I love you so much.”
“I love you too baby.” He stood up and we kissed, then embraced. An older lady walking a poodle applauded and Tanner blushed horribly. I laughed and kissed him again, then admired the ring. “It fits perfectly. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m engaged!” I whooped.
“I can’t believe it either. I’m relieved I didn’t drop the ring into the sea… wow, I’m engaged. I did it.”
“Yes, you did. I love it when you take charge.” I kissed him again, and then just kept kissing him until my pulse began to rise. Tanner’s hand slid over torso, then across my hip and downwards, pushing my trunks aside so he could squeeze my ass. I groaned in approval, wanting him to continue, although the thin fabric would do nothing to hide an erection.

Tanner broke the kiss and nuzzled my cheek. “What are the rules for this? Can we only consummate the marriage, or can we consummate the engagement?”
“Tanner, if you don’t fuck me until our wedding day, we’re gonna have a problem. Plus, we’re a couple on vacation, we can consummate whatever the hell we want. In this case, I think an engagement is just fine.”
He grinned. “This is what I love about you, RJ. You always know what to do.”
“Let’s go back to our hotel and order some champagne, before we make the lady with the poodle uncomfortable.”
Tanner guffawed. “Oh yes, let’s not celebrate by being in jail for public indecency.”

I chuckled and reached for his hand. Our fingers entwined effortlessly. I gave him another kiss, and we walked back to the hotel brimming with love, the first steps in our permanent new life together.

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Text is fictional. I think this is Dale Cooper and Colby Keller.

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sorrygirlsisuckcock:

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This looks like Santa Monica beach and under the pier! Why is he never there when I go, I’m sure I would have noticed.

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If I stand here and look studly while appearing to analyze the surf, no one should notice I’m checking out Koshi’s ass…man, he looks so good in that wetsuit. I have never seen a Japanese boy with an ass like that. Ooo wipe out in the barrel. Well he’s not a fantastic surfer but he tries. A for effort. I better, ya know, give him some tips or something. Man, I’d love to give him the tip of my cock… ok, walk slowly. Be casual. Don’t swagger. I hope I don’t come off as a big, dumb jock. Christ, now all I can think about is breaking him in half on a beach towel. Yum. Yeah John, that’s real bright; walk over there with your dick sticking up, that’s how Americans say hello. Calm down. Be cool. Don’t swagger. Smile.

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Ppfftt peh peh! I am gonna be eating sand for a week after this. Ugh please don’t tell me John saw that wipe-out. Aw crap, he totally did and now he’s watching me drag my soggy ass out of the water. God, he must think I’m such a shitty surfer. I’m never gonna be able to impress him. Don’t look at him! Look cool. Look pensive….wait what does pensive look like? Do something! Check your board! Don’t look at John and whatever you do don’t look at his package. Oh lord he’s coming over here. Please don’t come over here, I don’t know what to do with you big Americans in your tiny shorts and all that dark hair. Please god, tell me boners don’t show in wetsuits. Kore wa dame da yo! Aw jeez, that smile is gonna kill me.

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Model is Nick Ayler. This post is fictional.