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dumbhornyjock:

The sight that greeted Dad when he went to check on how his son and his son’s new tutor were getting along…

The tutor panicked. “Uh, Mr. Weiss, we were-”
Dad held up his hand. “I don’t care, John. I’ve known my son’s queer for a long time. You’re the first tutor he’s uh, gotten close to so as long as he gets his grades up like he gets his cock up, I don’t care.”
John stares, blush rising to his cheeks. “Ye -yes sir.”
“Daaddd this is so embarrassing, could you just go please?”
“Fine. But I mean it. Grades. Up.”
“Yes Daddy.

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Fuck Yeah Dudes Kissing. A place to see men kiss on Tumblr. Submit a kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” Justin stammered.
“Why?” Reed asked, sounding a bit hurt.
“Cause,” Justin said weakly, “Anyone could walk in…”
“We would hear the door open. Besides, no one is going to be coming into the locker room. The basketball game is in its fourth quarter. They’re all glued to the court.” Reed pushed his lips against Justin’s again and felt a warm knot tightened in between his hips when the tension in Justin’s shoulders melted, and he returned it.
Justin kissed him back – once, twice. “I like kissing you,” he stated.
“I do too. Have you kissed others?” Reed asked.
Justin blushed a little. “One other. But I like kissing you better.”
This seemed to please Reed. “Any girls?”
Justin shrugged. “I’m not too interested.”
“MM…me neither.” Reed grabbed Justin’s shirt lapels and devoured his mouth, pushing him against the lockers and leaving him breathless.

After a long moment of passion, Reed wiped the back of his hand against his mouth. “I hate how hard it is to see you.”
“I wish we went to the same school too,” Justin agreed.
Reed ran his hands over Justin’s chest. He glanced at his watch. “Ever do anything else?”
“Else?” Justin repeated.
Reed smirked at him, then slid down to his knees. Justin’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, here -? You are not!”
Reed pouted. “I’ve been wanting to try this on someone. I bet you taste good. Please? Let me try? We got ten minutes..”
Justin gulped. “Yeah. Yeah go ahead.” His voice was shaking.
Reed petted him through his jeans. “You’re really hard,” he marveled.
“Goddamnit,” Justin said, “How could I NOT be when you kiss me like that?”
Reed snickered. “Good. I was starting to think I was forcing myself on you.”

“Never,” Just said quickly.
Reed slowly unzipped his pants. “Good. Cause I get greedy real fast. wow, boxer briefs. Just what I thought. Oh it’s wet here…” Reed leaned forward and pressed his lips over the outline of the firm shaft hidden under the fabric.
Justin gasped. “Jesus!” And he slammed his hand against the lockers, steadying himself. “Oh my god Reed!”
“Good?”
Justin whimpered.
Reed continued to mouth him, licking and teasing. Very, very slowly did he tug down the waistline and free Justin’s cock. He sighed softly and considered his prize. “Perfect. Just like you. I like uncut too.”
Justin was blushing hard, too flustered to answer – he had his cock in another guy’s hand! And Reed was going to put it in his mouth!
Reed would, but first he seemed content just to touch and stroke it. Justin was leaking from the tip, and when he Reed swiped his tongue over it, Justin felt his knees buckled.

Reed smirked and massaged his own bulge in his pants. Teasing a prep school kid was entirely too much fun. Shame they could only meet when their ‘rival’ basketball teams had games.

Justin watched, fascinated, as his cock slid past Reed’s lips. The sensation made little stars explode in front of his eyes. He pushed his hips and whimpered. Reed grabbed onto the fabric of his jeans and began to suck. Justin moaned and let his eyelids droop. “Oh my god Reed,” he whimpered. “Oh my god.”

Then, strong fingers cupped and squeezed his balls and Justin jumped. He shot, without warning. Reed withdrew and Justin came on his face. Justin cried out, unable to stop a tremendous orgasm from crashing over him – especially since Reed was pumping his slippery shaft and finishing him off.

Suddenly, they heard the whistle.
“Game over,” Reed said. He gave Justin’s cock few licks and returned it to his jeans. “Thank you for that. I really had fun. Did you?”
Justin nodded hard, wordless.
“You’re really hot Justin. We gotta figure out a way to do that again. Soon.”
Just nodded harder. He couldn’t imagine how it would feel better, but he knew Reed had ideas and desperately wanted to know what they all were. All his masturbation fantasies involved Reed anyway. 

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iammegadaddyissues:

The Mercedes smells of fine leather and expensive cologne.  His suit is expensive, His clothes freshly cleaned and pressed. It’s quite inside except for the sound of His breathing.  He’s picked me up here before.  i’ve spent many lunches waiting for Him since, hoping to see His car cruising through. He’s handsome and assertive – confident. And married.  i have no hopes of being anything to Him other than a release, a casual distraction. I’ve always been attracted to Men of power and wealth, Men of entitlement. It heightens my feelings of inferiority.  

I look to Him meekly, wanting desperately to kiss His full lips, knowing that He won’t allow it. He has all the power and He knows it. He strokes the back of my neck as He pulls His swollen cock from His trousers.  His cock is hard but not as hard as it will get. He’s waiting for me to take care of it.  A glistening drop of precum begins to leak from the swollen tip.  His large hand stays on the back of my neck as He slowly lowers my head to His lap. He holds me down as i take Him into my mouth. His crotch smells fresh, clean.  

i suck hungrily, shamelessly, like a whore. He exhales deeply and leans back further into His seat. His cock swells and extends to the point where i struggle to take it in. My jaw quickly begins to ache. i will myself to take it, impaling my throat on His throbbing shaft. His grip tightens, His lust peaks. He enjoys the sounds of my struggle – the belabored breathing, the guttural groans, the gagging. He will eventually fill my mouth with cum and i will swallow quickly to keep His trousers spotless.  And then i will gently and gratefully suck His softening cock to clean it and drain it of ever last drop so His briefs stay as equally clean as His trousers.  His smile will be my reward.  And then He disposes of me, leaving me standing alone in the parking where He found me. 

It suddenly occurs to me that the one thing I’m dreading the most is not swallowing His massive load while struggling to breathe, but it’s being left there on the parking lot where He found me. I don’t think I can take it anymore, watching his beautiful Mercedes drive off and leave me behind while he goes onward in the distance to his Great Job, his Rich Life, his no doubt Amazing Home. I bet even his wife is beautiful, but part of me wants to vilify her because otherwise He just becomes a douchebag cheating on an  undeserving wife.

Clarity suddenly strikes me. I assume if He’s getting blowjobs from me it’s because His wife can’t accommodate His erect size. If that was true, then it means she can’t take him between her legs either. I get that, I mean, if I were a chick, I wouldn’t want that throbbing, veiny cock anywhere near my ladybits. But I am not a lady. I am a whore, and if I have one talent, it’s taking dick. I will always be inferior to this successful man – hell, that’s part of what turns me on and makes me wait for him on my lunch breaks – but that doesn’t mean I can’t leave Him thinking of me. Fuck, the idea of him lying in bed in high-count sheets, in his huge bedroom, masturbating in his silk shorts while his wife breathes slowly next to him…it makes me uncomfortably hard.

“Boy?” he growls, feeling me still.
I pull my mouth off His twitching cock and cough, working my jaw. This is a bad time; His penis is close to spurting. The fingers dig into the back of my neck. “I didn’t say you could stop,” He rumbles.
I pet his thigh. “I have a better idea…”
“I didn’t say I was open to ideas.”
When I hear the tone of his voice, part of me wants to just beg for an apology and stuff his prick back between my lips. But then I think of being left on the curb and disposed of and I just can’t, not when I know this Man deserves more.

“I want to give you a present. You’ve used my services so many times, you know, you get a freebie on the house.”
Now that gets His attention. He raises a well-manicured eyebrow and studies me.
“Punch your seat back,” I instruct.
He reaches down behind him and the seat slides backwards with a whir. His eyes never stop boring holes into me, reminding me that I am never not under his scrutiny.
With a quick, practiced motion, I lift my ass and slide off my shorts. I’m wearing something underneath that can barely even be called underwear, this tight white elastic thing that cups in the front and leaves the ass cheeks bare except for two straps crossing the globes.

He opens his mouth to say something, because he’s figuring out what I’m doing, but before He can growl at me to stop I swing my leg over and mount his lap. Being so close to him is terrifying, and his cologne is making me dizzy and horny. His pale eyes are ice cold, even though his brow is slick and his scent is warm.
“Boy,” he warns. I try not to cum myself.
When I wrap my fingers around His cock, He moans low and hard. His vulnerability gives me a moment to impale myself with cock. It stretches me fuller than any cock I’ve taken before and tears spring to my eyes, but I work past it, and force myself to relax. I make myself keep going until I’m sitting in his lap. He hisses and grabs my arm. His mouth makes an ‘o’ shape and his Adam’s apple bobs in His throat.
“Holy fuck,” He yells, overwhelmed by the vice around his prick.
“I – I-” I stammer.
“Holy fuck,” He says again. I’m trembling on his lap. It feels like I’m sitting on the stove, this solid hot thing under my bottom. His dick feels monstrous in me, and my cock is leaking wet spots through my jockstrap. “…Good?” I manage, my voice tight.
“Ride me,” He commands.
My eyebrows go up. Yes, I will ride you! Yes, it is my duty to service you, Sir.

I begin to rock and he begins to fuck me with intense, impatient hunger. I watch the arousal and need flash across his face. I know then that my assumption was correct. He hasn’t fucked in a long time. It angers me a little, that no one else is servicing this superior man regularly. He deserves a lovely, horny houseboy to keep his life in order and tend all his needs. 

When he finally, finally comes, after fucking my ass numb, I fear for a moment he’s going to lose consciousness. His head hits the back of the seat cushion and his eyes roll back into his head. He doesn’t move.
“Sir!” I cry, alarmed.
He jerks forward and grabs my arm. “Wha – what?”
“You passed out, Sir, are you alright?”
He takes a deep breath then feels with his soft manicured fingers for where we’ll still connected. I can feel Him softening in side of me. “I love that you call me Sir. And goddamn, I feel like I’ve wasted so much time just using your mouth when I could be getting this.”
Pride flourishes in my heart and my cheeks turn pink. “Anything to please you, Sir.”
He smirks. He then hands me a tissue to press to my ass when He pulls out. My hole is so tight that almost nothing has leaked out. A little does drip on his slacks and I sigh. “Oh dear…”
”Don’t worry about it,” he mutters. “My building has a dry cleaner.” He opens the driver-side car door and I slide out. He stuffs money into my shorts and tosses them to me. “Be here tomorrow, same time. Go buy condoms.” 

Before I can manage a reply. He drives off in His Mercedes, leaving me standing there in my underwear, tissue pressed to my ass, shorts in one hand. There’s a cluster of other boys standing on the corner, watching me, gossiping. I am not looking at them though. I am watching the Mercedes drive off. I smirk. I feel triumphant. I feel high. I was born to service that man.

I throw away the tissue and put on the shorts. I hum to myself as I count the money, all the while imagining what it’d be like to be His live-in slut and houseboy.

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“Congrats, you passed your Chem mid-term, read ahead on your English assignments, and you re-registered your car. You have been such a good boy this week, I think you definitely deserve my cock.”
Heath licks his lower lip, involuntarily. “Really? Really really? Been thinkin’ about it so much lately…”
I begin to undo my pants. “Hell yeah. Big prize for a good boy. Hell, you are a totally different boy than the one I met three weeks ago, drunk in a gay bar a night before your mid-terms, harassing men way out of your league, barely passing his classes… and what was the other thing?”
“Living on junk food,” he admits, sheepish.
“Yes, that. So amazing, the power the little device around your cock has. Kind of scary to think your free cock has such power over you.”
Heath shifts back and forth on his feet. “May I suck you now? Please?” he begged.
“Yes yes, sorry…just waxing nostalgic.” I move my hand to my wrist.
Heath interrupts me. “No. I mean, please, leave it on.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You like when it’s on?”
“Yeah,” he admits, looking every more impatient, “Cause it makes you look rich and respectful, and I find it kind of hot to serve a man with status. Plus you know, I love a man that feels confident enough to look fully dressed wearing only his underwear and his watch.”
I chuckle under my breath. “I love when you talk about me that way, but boy, you don’t make any kind of sense when you’re horny. Get on your knees now, and don’t come up until you’re rational again.”
“Yes sir! It…might be a while Sir.”
I smile at Heath and cuff him behind the neck. “Take your time.”

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“Hey there. Are you Donovan?”
“Yeah are you Ken?”
“Yep. I’m your Ubyr driver. Get in.”
Donovan flashed a brilliant smile and got in. “God love your car.”
Ken glanced at him. He could hear a distinct lisp. “Thanks man, refurbished it myself.”
“I’m not really into cars. I should be. I’m kind of a shame to men everywhere, I’m really such a queen.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” Ken insisted. “I pick up a lot of gay guys from this part of town – but usually at night. Not during the day.”
Donovan shifted in his seat, unable to pry his eyes off the hottest Ubyr driver he’d ever seen. He was scruffy on the chin but well groomed above. Every hair on his eyebrows and head looked effortlessly in place. His chin was a perfect piece of stone, much like the slate slabs of his chest. Donovan thought the company who made that shirt should pay him to model it. He realized Ken was eyeing him too.

“Oh um,” Donovan said, flushing a little. “Sorry. Yeah I usually am here at night too. I had to pick-up a paycheck. If I pick-it up at night, it tends to get lost. I’m a dancer, so uh, no pockets you know.”
Ken was interested. “Dancer? Like…on the box dancer?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I know, I’m such a slut. But what can I say? I love the tiny underwear, the attention, the music. And the men. Oh god the men!”
Ken grinned. “The men and the money are good?”
"Exceptionally.”
“You get to see the other dancers naked?”
“All the time!” Donovan replied with a laugh. “It’s a sausage factory. So many beautiful men. Shame though, the club doesn’t allow us to have relationships with other dancers. God sometimes by the end of my shift I’m so goddamn horny -” he suddenly quit talking and the red hue on his cheeks deepened. “Sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“No no,” Ken insisted, taking a turn. “I like hearing about it. I’m into guys too you know.”
“Oh really?” Donovan nearly dropped the bottle of water he was taking out of his satchel.
"Mm. Hence why I’m in this area all the time. Lotta hot boys.”

A lady cut in front of them, and the topic changed to the sheer amount of bad drivers in Los Angeles. As Ken steered the car toward Donovan’s gym, a silence settled in. Donovan sniffed the air. It was a faint smell, but it was hard to deny. It smelled familiar, a bit sour, a bit like sweat. “Do you smell that?” he asked.
To his surprise, Ken blushed. “Ah…shit.”
“What.”
“It’s me,” he admitted , running his fingers through his hair. “You’re smelling me. Don’t laugh, but I got this massive hard on right now. Been having one all day cause I didn’t wank off this morning. It’s just sitting there in my shorts, and now it’s leaking everywhere from just what you told me. I’m sorry, this must be such an awkward Ubyr ride for you.”

Donovan was stunned. He could smell the scent more distinctly now. Rich, peaty. Moist. It made his own cock stir. He found it distracting to be sitting next to a man so obviously aroused. “No no, not too awkward. I mean – it’s just cock. We both have one…I mean…” they stopped at a red light. “Would you like me to relieve it?’
Ken shot him a look. “What? Really?”
“Sure,” Donovan said a little coyly. “I like cock. You are a hot looking guy who needs his cock serviced. I don’t suppose you take those kinds of tips?”
Ken had trouble keeping the car straight as he drove. “I- I would be down for that.”

Donovan didn’t need a second to reconsider. He nodded eagerly. Ken unsecured his pants with one hand and gave Donovan access. Donovan snaked his hand down there and gasped when his fingers touched the thick snake coiled between Ken’s thighs. It was searing hot and very wet. His underwear was soaked, the exposed tip covered in a web of sticky pre-cum which was also smeared over the long set of balls laying underneath.
“Goddamn,” he gasped.
“Ohhh shit,” Ken replied hoarsely. When Donovan wrapped his palm over him, he ejaculated by default. Donovan squeaked. “Oh wow, you just shot out a waterfall.”
“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cum, I just – I told you I was horny,” he stammered. “Felt so good just for you to touch it, I just lost it.”

“Pull over,” Donovan begged. He wanted to get in there with his tongue.
Ken turned down a side street and found a piece of curb. Ken threw back his seat and Donovan pushed his pants open, and his underwear aside. The scent rose to meet him, making his own cock harden in his pants. This man needed care. It was a pretty cock, thick and hearty too and Donovan wanted it. He dipped his head and licked at the base of it, cleaning the mess off the root and public hair.
“Holy fucking crap,” Ken exclaimed.
Donovan tried not to snicker. He loved getting this reaction from his partners. He knew the meter was running, but he still took his time cleaning Ken’s cock with kitten licks. It was half soft and in no time at all, Donovan had coaxed it up to full hardness. It was only then did he fix his lips around the head and slide them down to the base. Ken twisted his finger’s in Donovan’s hair, groaning in disbelief.

He watched in a daze as Donovan bobbed his tawny head, sucking enthusiastically. He couldn’t resist thrusting up into him as the orgasm encroached.
“Yeah yeah, lick it – aaahhh good, fuck your mouth is so hot.” Ken twisted his fingers in the hem of Donovan’s shirt.
Donovan hummed his approval and that sent Ken over the edge. He cried out and thrusted up hard, pushing his cock down Donovan’s throat. He emptied his balls straight into his stomach.
“Fuck!”
Donovan did not seem to be disturbed about his second orgasm – he didn’t flinch or gasp or choke, he just diligently nursed the swollen flesh and cleaned up its mess. He had a death grip on Ken’s thigh though. Donovan’s pulled his mouth off of Ken’s twitching cock, and his velvety tongue drifted away from the shaft, down to the balls. He drew each into his mouth, bathing it in attention, before sucking on the sac.
Ken listened to his own breath hitch as he watched Donovan give him such wonderful pleasure. Normally blowjobs were done hastily, often in shady areas like the back of bars or in the lobby of apartment buildings. Donovan was a talented one, with a real love of dick. A rare gem.

“Holy fuck,” Ken said again. “You are fucking amazing at that.”
Donovan chuckled. “Natural born talent. Also, your cum is delicious. What did you do to it?”
“I – I don’t eat processed foods?”
“Mmn.” Donovan wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “I’m gonna want that again.”
“You want my phone number?” Ken quickly offered.
“Hell yeah I do!”
Ken gave his number and Donovan put it in his phone. They reclined back in the seats and relaxed for a minute.

“Shit,” Ken said, “The Ubyr meter is still running isn’t it?”
Donovan shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m still going to the gym after this.”
“You must have my energy cause you drained me of mine. Hey…” Ken eyed the bulge in Donovan’s shorts. “Want me to take care of you now?”
“Mmm I’d like that. I’d like that a lot. You are a very good Ubyr driver. Five stars for sure.”

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damienxazure:

The spikes on the collar are sort of flashy, though.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing,” I say to the nude creature, loosening my tie. I turn to my friend Renard who has just come out of the bathroom. “I didn’t know you got a boy. When were you going to tell me?”
Renard lifts the corner of his lip, suppressing a chuckle as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. “He isn’t mine, he comes with the hotel.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”
“Quite so.” Renard walks over to his side of the table and the servant boy pulls out his chair. Renard sits. I stare at the beauty of his young body, of his bare cock and his chiseled abs. His collar is a bit flashy, but it fits the ornate style of the hotel. I’m so entranced by him that I almost don’t hear what Renard is saying. “…is a prestigious hotel. They offer services to guests that, ah, are off menu.”
“How have I not heard about this?” I gawk.
“It’s a secret,” he says smugly, sipping his water. “When you travel a lot for business, like I do, you hear things. Amazing things. I stay at this hotel frequently, and I don’t even have to ask now. He comes with the room.” Renard reaches up and tweaks the boy’s jaw. “Honestly I find myself coming here more and more, just for a taste of this. Come sit, Sebastian, before your eyes fall out of your head.”
I cough and remove my jacket. The boy glides over and takes it from me.
“Thank you,” I note. He folds it over his arm, before pulling out my chair. As I sit, he vanishes to go hang it up.
“God, he is stunning,” I say, watching his ass as he goes.
Renard smiles. “When I first saw him, I was unbelievably jetlagged after coming off a flight from Sydney. I wanted nothing more than to shower and sleep. I ended up fucking him for three hours. I didn’t get out of bed for two days.”
“You have all my envy, Renard.”
He gestures at me with his fork. “You are not much younger than me, Seb. Soon you too will enjoy these same pleasures. Shall we eat before it gets cold?”
“I concur,” I say, tearing my gaze away from the servant boy. “You know, it’s probably better I do not have a houseboy thus far, as I would do nothing else with my time and lose all my business.”
“Our sex drives are our greatest enemies, yes.”
We share a chuckle and start on our food. Of course, it is superb. As I sup, I notice the servant boy is standing too close to the table, watching us. After a couple bites of myfish, I lower my fork. I glance at the servant accusingly. “What are you doing standing there?”
The boy opens his mouth but Renard holds up his hand and cuts him off. “Ah, I forgot to mention the other thing. He’s waiting for you to give command.”
“Command for what?”
A sly grin appears on Renard’s foxy face. “To blow you under the table, of course.”
I pause, my bite of food halfway to my mouth. “You aren’t kidding are you?”
“I told you, dear Seb, the hospitality here is excellent.”
I chew my food carefully, trying to focus on something than all the blood rushing between my legs. “Well, boy,” I say, addressing him. “Get to it.”
“Yes sir, right away Sir.” He refills my water glass, then drops to his knees and shuffles under the table.

In a moment, there’s a hot velvety tongue laving my cock. I melt into the plush cushion of the chair, and feel as if I never want to move again. I chew a bit of Patagonian toothfish slowly, savoring the meaty flavor, while trying not to groan and thus choke. I swallow, then wash my palette with mineral water from Spain. I find myself leaning back and a sigh of contentment escapes my lips as I watch the servant boy work. I stroke his tawny hair lovingly and he rewards me with tight suction. I sigh again. There is no life I could love more than this.

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Look-outs were the worst. It was you, alone, in this old blue car parked a crumbling curb in some shitty neighborhood. Ace would go inside and negotiate deals on territory so his dealers didn’t get shanked for being on the wrong corners. Ace’s business was growing; he recently inherited a bunch of territory in a compromise deal. Cabrini liked that. It meant more money for him and for his expensive toys. Electronic toys. Toys with motors. Toys that made things explode. Yet sometimes he felt a bit like Ace’s dumb watchdog, sitting out here in the car while Ace went off and did all this shady bullshit. He smoked his cigarillo and gazed out across the empty suburban street at the ramshackle houses tucked behind huge trees. With a cul-de-sac behind him, he only had to watch in one direction.

It was 2 pm on a Tuesday. There was no one here. He sighed and tapped his ashes on the ground. Boring boring boring. Soon they would hit the forty minute mark. At least Cabrini had one thing going for him. Ace had left his faggot in the car too. He didn’t know much about him, just that he was some drug runner from Ace’s original outfit that had fucked up in some way. Ace had found much better use for him as a faggot, and the boy seemed quite content with that. Cabrini had asked him about that once and he shrugged and said, “Well I still have all my teeth.”

That he did. Cabrini knew this for sure because he liked to help himself to Ace’s faggot once in a while. Ace never explicitly said he couldn’t, but he would have been an idiot to not know this was going on. Besides, it wasn’t like Cabrini was raping him. Left alone with a hot guy and an ignored cock, a faggot will always eventually go for the meat. 

Cabrini heaved a sigh of relief as the faggot decided he was done waiting. He buried his head in Cabrini’s lap, and when he wasn’t pushed away, extracted Cabrini’s cock from his pants. He got his lips around his cut dick and his hands around his balls, making content noises as he sucked and licked.

Cabrini smoked, occasionally groaning or hissing, as the faggot coaxed to his cock to its full erect state with his talented tongue. Getting a blowjob at 2 pm on a Tuesday was wonderful. Cabrini loved the way the faggot ran the textured surface of his tongue over the slit of his glans as he rolled Cabrini’s testicles in his fingers. Cabrini fantasized about having a big workshop, leaving it after a long day of tinkering with his toys, and coming inside for a round of good sex with a boy like this. He dreamed of being rich and powerful enough to have a faggot or a sub of his own to follow him around everywhere.

Cabrini was deciding that Ace could take as long as he wanted in there when he heard a car. He watched it drive down the street toward them. Cabrini sat up and tensed. He put a protective hand on the faggot’s neck, not wanting him to stop even for this, as he craned his neck to see. The vehicle parked in the driveway of the house across the street from him. He saw one head. He held his breath. An old lady got out. Cabrini exhaled in relief and watched her haul a grocery bag stuffed with yarn up to the house. He sent an update via text message to Ace’s phone.
Ace replied: “Cool. Almost done here.”
“We’re sitting ducks. We need to move.” Cabrini wrote back. He wasn’t expecting a response and he didn’t get one. Ace would take all the time he needed to complete the deal. If it was going to go sour, it would have happened already. Cabrini’s text was a bluff. If he would have said: “Take your time”, then Ace would have known he was playing with his faggot. Cabrini didn’t want Ace wrapping up business with his thoughts of his second-hand-man playing with his pet out in the car, and in theory, not doing his job, although he was.

“That’s a good boy,” Cabrini moaned under his breath. “Suck it you faggot. Good boy. Nhhg …” Cabrini held out for as long as he could, but that boy had talent and the orgasm peaked hard and sudden. He came in a rush, and bucked up into the faggot’s mouth to empty his seed down his throat. The young man eagerly lapped it up; not a drop hit Cabrini’s pants or the seat cushions. He massaged Cabrini’s balls until they hitched again and the rest poured out. “Fuck you are good at that,” he crooned.

He watched through heavy lidded eyes as the faggot cleaned him up and tucked him back into his pants. The young man then rested his head on top of Cabrini’s crotch and began to fall asleep. Cabrini gave him a few pats on the head and chewed on the cigarillo butt.

Not two minutes later, Ace came out, swaggering. The car sank down a little as he got in.
“Success?” Cabrini grunted.
“Damn straight man! Come on, let’s go to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. I’m goddamn hungry and we gotta lotta planning to do. I got so many corners now, I don’t have enough people to staff em! We gotta hire, Cab, you think I should run an ad on Craigslist?” He threw his head back and laughed.
Cabrini chuckled and shook his head. “Business will be good?”
“Business will be ah-fucking-amazing soon enough. You will be able to buy that drone you keep harpin about.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Aww, did Georgy fall asleep on you?”
“Yeah he’s out cold. Guess he got bored.”
Ace turned the car on and set it going down the street. “Yeah he never did have a lot of patience. He better get his rest though, he’s gonna be busy tonight. Fucker can sleep under the table at Roscoe’s for all I care as long as he can stay up all night pleasing me.”
Cabrini glanced down at the faggot. He felt a moment of panic when he still saw a fleck of his cum on the boy’s lips. He brushed it away when Ace’s eyes were on the road. Food would be good. It would surely get the taste of cock off his breath. Ace put the cigarillo stub away in a small metal case he carried on his keychain. Life was good.

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I walk back into the room and set the tea tray on the table.
“You’re still wearing the corset! And nothing else, you cheeky man, what has gotten into you?”
“It makes me feel sexy,” he explains.
“Haven’t you had any fun with your misbehavior?” I tease, the corner of my mouth lifting.
“Oh yes, indeed,” he grins over his shoulder. “I can still see Mistress Douvet’s face.”
We both began to chuckle.
“I cannot believe you had the sheer audacity to show up at her ball dressed like that. It will be the talk of the entire town tomorrow. I will hear of it in the drawing club, at the grocers, in the hallways of Oxford, how Lord Byron’s son showed up at Mistress Douvet’s fete dressed as her daughter! Scandalous!”
He wiggles his butt. “I made for a dashing woman, did I not? The stockings make my legs look oh so shapely. Plus, it was not entirely for jest. It was for a noble mission was it not? The younger Miss Douvet couldn’t bear the thought of another stuffy ball, and we relieved her so she may have a night out on the town instead.”
“Mmm we can only hope she had a jolly night of debauchery too.”
“Does that mean I get to keep the corset?”
“God I hope so,” I groan. I put a cookie into my mouth and begin to unbutton my vest.
He rolls over. “Well either way, I doubt I’ll ever be invited again, and if that is the only thing I accomplish-”
I moan.
“Why are you moaning, love?”
“I cannot help but fix my gaze on your lovely soft penis between your legs and I want it very much. Did you shave it? It’s so bare and helpless…” I lick the crumbs off my fingers and crawl onto the bed.
“I did excise the hair, because I wanted to feel smooth like a lady.”
“Gods, look at it, just a little tube of flesh protruding from your body…and where is your low pouch? Mmm there is is.” I reach between his legs and wrap my fingers around his cock – just touching it, not squeezing it. I lift and drop his cock several times, obsessed with its flaccid state. I jostle his balls and continue to stroke him. “God you are just so perfect. Look at you, in that untied corset like a strumpet, so shamelessly naked-…. Rolf, were you naked under that dress the entire time?”
He smirks. “Yes. I could not find a proper pair of women’s undergarments to contain myself.”
I bite back a cry and shudder and my undergarments become wet. I dip my head and kiss before, before moving down to take him into my mouth. I suck, and he sighs and arches his back, his thighs pressed against my head.
“I love when you are horny. You care not about the sin of homosexuality, just the mere act of nursing from my cock. You are a wonderful creature, Issac. Oh, keep doing that, Isaac, and I will become so uncomfortably hard!”

I push my lips to the base of his cock, delighting in the lack of hair to get stuck between my teeth. I suck until he’s keening and squirming. His toes curl and he empties into my throat. I ravish him with my tongue and lips until he is spent and twitching.
“Enough Isaac, please!”
I smirk at him and withdraw, licking the shrinking appendage like a kitten as my victim hisses and turns.
“I love your penis,” I say. “It satisfies me like nothing else.”
“I love when you’re randy and you fawn all over me like I am the most precious thing.”
“But you are!” I insist. “Your bravery, your audacity, your frankness, it is so exciting. No one else would even dream of waltzing into that ball dressed as you were! It would have been social and political suicide. For you, it just increases your legendary status as the most daring man in London.”
“Oh come off it, I don’t think I’d go so far.”
“I do think highly of you Rolf, I want you to understand.”
“I do, but it confuses me. I am just a rapscallion with rich parents.”
“But you’re my rapscallion,” I insist, nipping at his thigh with my teeth.
“Oh Isaac, you are going to drive me mad. Take off your breeches already. I’ve bared myself for you, don’t deprive me of the same.”

In the low candle light, I offer him a cookie and a teacup while I undress. He watches, transfixed. When we have both wet our lips, we set our cups down and I lie on top of him. His softness is under mine and I am uncontrollably aroused. Even half hard, I am wet and dripping and I rub my groin against his to mix our scents.
Rolf runs his fingers through my longish hair, dislodging the ribbon, and mussing the rest with his digits. Only then does he capture my mouth and plunder it, our lips dueling and dodging until they’re near numb from the collisions. I undulate on top, as Rolf does under me, and I am blissfully dizzy from our intense frottage. I affix my hands over his pectorals and dig the pads of my fingers into him like claws.

For a moment, there is no forward or backwards, the arousal is so interest and wonderful. I peer into his dark eyes, he gazes into my blue ones; we watch each-other’s flushed faces and wonder how the world could criminalize pleasure so divine. I feel closer to God during a good frot than any second spent in church. I lick my lips as I push my glans against Rolf’s crotch, humping at him like a dog in need. Rolf’s eyes roll back into his head and he spurts against me. My breath hitches and I push against him, rubbing madly as I climax just after him. We’re making a tremendous amount of noise, and I am glad I sent the house servants to bed already.

“Oh Isaac,” he sighs. I rest against him and kiss his jaw.
After a period of recovery, we find ourselves ravenous and consume the rest of the cookies and the ham croissants and the entire carafe of tea. Full, we splay out on the bed and talk and giggle.

My fingers soon find their way to his stockings. I sit up and move down to his feet. I massage his solid soles and long toes and nibble on his big toe through the fabric, making him giggle.
“Rolf?”
“hm?”
“Have you ever done anything…you know, more lustful?”
His eyes sparkle. “What do you mean?”
“Have you ever taken anything up your bottom?”
Rolf gawks at me. “You’ve heard of that too?”
“I heard it from James. He said it’s delightful, that he ejaculates enormous amounts.”
“Well, I must confess. I have played with my fingers after a bath, but I am not sure how to enjoy it without using vegetables.”
“If I can find you a proper wooden stretching dildo, would you let me penetrate you?” I ask, hopeful.
“Isaac, I cannot imagine how sex with you can get any better, but I rather love the image of you taking me like a woman. It would be the ultimate thumb to our puritanical society.”
I grin. “I shall go about procuring such a device first thing tomorrow.”
Rolf groans and lets his knees fall away. “God, to be fucked like a woman! with your fat prick up inside of me.” He runs his hands over his thighs and his cock stirs. “Oh the trouble us men get in to!”
“Are you aroused again?” I gawk.
“Immensely.”

I grin and run my hands over his thighs too. “Why don’t we take a bath and I’ll push my fingers inside of you? Pretend it’s my prick.”
“Isaac, you are going to the death of me. They will find me naked and covered in semen and dead tomorrow morning.”
I smirk. “It’ll be my greatest life accomplishment.”
Rolf gives me a fond look, and I can see it in his pretty eyes – he is in clearly and deeply love with me. I will let no one else have him ever again.

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“As you can see, it’s entirely soft. You have about one minute to fix that, or I’m going to extend your chastity device punishment for another month. By now, you should become very horny just at the sight of another man’s cock as you haven’t had any release and our cocks are your only source of relief. Don’t disappoint me.”

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“Jonah, why am I not getting any attention from the boys?” Robin asks, having pulled him aside down an used path in the garden.
“How are you not? You’re adorable.”
“But they don’t want attention from me.” He pouts.
“Hm, let me inspect you.” Jonah lifts up his shirt and is shocked by what he sees. “You have a jock’s body and a thespian’s wardrobe,” he chuckles. “Goddamn Robin.”
Robin watches as Jonah’s eyes trace the treasure trail down below his waistline. Jonah cups him between the legs to make the man gasp, then hooks his thumb in the waistband and pulls down hard. “Mnn…your hair is trimmed cleanly…could the problem be down here?”
“Please check,” Robin asks in a throaty whisper.
Jonah slips his hand down into his friend’s jeans and finds a half hard cock trapped in cotton, struggling to get out of the hot confinement. He wraps his fingers around it, enjoying listening to Robin sigh in pleasure.

“I think I found your problem Robin,” Jonah announces, still playing with it.
“What?” he blinks, eyes not focused.
“You don’t want the attention of other boys. You just want the attention of me.”
Robin turns bright red. “Shit. You caught me.”
Jonah smirks. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“Cause I always thought you’d only look at me as a friend…”
“Oh Robin. You silly boy.” Jonah removes his hand. Robin whimpers. Jonah undoes his belt buckle, button, and zipper, exposing Robin’s aching cock to fresh air. He trembles as the breeze traces over moisture on the tip.
Without explanation, Jonah pushes Robin against the stone wall and drops to his knees to take him into his mouth. Robin cries out a sharp noise and the crows fly out of the tree. He can’t believe this is happening and if he’s dreaming – and then Robin suddenly grabs onto the stone wall to keep from swooning because holy god he didn’t know Jonah could do that with his tongue.

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