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by ccallenreese

Mitchel came to the gym quite late at night, much later than he normally did. Overslept that morning, couldn’t come till after dinner. He was pleasantly surprised to find a cocksucker on his knees servicing the men in the locker room. It was too hot in there, so Mitchel took the boy out to a corner of the gym and gave him his cock. He always got a raging boner after a great session at the gym, so he was more than willing to let the cocksucker have at it. Mitchel felt a hand rubbing his asscheek, squeezing hard. This boy clearly went into heat at the sight of naked, buff men and went to the source to worship them.

Mitchel felt it would be rude to deny him his erection when he was clearly so gifted at sucking and so at home on his knees.

He later found out that the cocksucker was there three or four nights a week, and a couple rich gym rats paid for his bills and STD checks. Mitchel never went to the gym early again and soon he too was investing in that boy.

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Text is fictional. Source is watermarked.

PSA: Last day I’m advertising selling some writing for bill money~

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by ccallenreese

We’re so sympatico. Right as I glance down, he glances up and our eyes meet; he pauses mid-lick. I grab my phone off the nightstand and snap a photo of my adorable sub. For a moment, his pup side melts away at the sound of the shutter; he’s Gustavo again, and suddenly self-aware of what he’s doing on all fours. A sheepish smiles blooms on his face and blush comes to his cheeks. Then, he catches the scent of my crotch and nuzzles it with his eyes closed. When he opens his lids again, his pup side is back and his tongue goes to work. He loves to lick my crotch in the morning to get me horny, right before he tugs down the band with his teeth and sucks me dry.

I later printed a wallet size version of that shot so I could always have a bit of my boy with me, where-ever I go.

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Text is fictional. Pup’s name is unknown.

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by ccallenreese

“What kind of talk is that? How can you say in one breath you feel a deep seated urge to serve real men, then in another you say you can’t handle their cocks? You want to serve us, you gotta change your attitude! Get over here.” I haul him to the bed and get a firm grip on the scruff of his neck. “Take my pants off.”

He did, but he blanched at the size of my cock.
“You are going to take this to the base,” I told him.
“I…I…wow, that’s such a huge cock, but I can’t!”
“You can and you will. You should be grateful I’m spending so much time on you, there are hundreds of fags out there that would be grateful for this cock. Now suck!”
He doesn’t dare disobey me. He can barely get a third of my cock in his mouth, but over the next hour as I get harder and harder we loosen his gag reflex into there’s just an inch left. I pull out and he sputters, coughing, rubbing his jaw.
“You suck cock well boy, not a complaint out of you. Now go bring us some water, then you’re gonna take me to the balls.”
“But…” he pauses, catching himself. He looks at my cock, seeing how far he’s made it, senses he’s never again going to be this close to having his fantasies come true. “Yes Sir, I’ll make the last inch Sir.”
“That’s right. Now, water! And ice in mine, not yours. Don’t want your mouth too cold.”