Tag: boyfriends

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by ccallenreese

I had to go out of town for work, and when I was stuck in the hotel late at night bored and alone, my boyfriend decided to entertain me over Skype by jiggling his hot fuckable ass at me in his favorite thong. It made me absolutely insane; my yearning to fuck him went through the roof.
I sighed in exasperation, “…Fuck it, I want to change my airline ticket and coming home early. I don’t wanna go to that stupid meeting tomorrow.”

He called over his shoulder into the webcam microphone, “Why don’t I come there? It’ll be expensive but we can split it… we have that hotel room for another night, and you said there’s a jacuzzi in that hotel right? Extend it one more night. I bet we could get into a lot of trouble, leaving some sexy marks on the glass of the windows, you sliding into me on the roof of the parking garage…”

I moaned at the idea of turning this sterile evil business trip into a sexy weekend adventure. “You know when you jiggle your ass at me when asking for favors, I am physically unable to say no,” I reminded him.

“Forward me the email of that ticket when you buy it!” he grinned widely at me, sliding his hands up his thighs. I shake my head and smile. He’s so demanding, but he’s worth it. “Fine, fine I’ll buy it. Now where were we? Oh yes, Show me your beautiful ass up close again boy…and this time, strip for me. I know what a voyeur you are, will you do a little strip tease for me?”

A lightbulb went off over his head and he ran off camera. I heard rustling. When he returns, he’s carrying his favorite purple dildo. “How about a striptease and this too?”
I purred, “Fuck yes baby, I wanna watch that.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

Oh my gosh, this is so wonderful! Such a sweet marriage proposal video <3. Not enough of these. By the way, the video is bigger if you watch it on Vimeo.

(For anyone who isn’t familiar with Los Angeles, West Hollywood is gay central and the home to LA’s most notorious gay bars. At least one of the crosswalks in WeHo is actually painted in rainbow colors. Proud to see such love in my city, fuck yeah LA!)

(Source: https://player.vimeo.com/)
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by ccallenreese

bonermakers:

A squeeze for good luck.

“See you after the game?” Rick grins, lifting and squeezing my bulge before wandering off to join his team. The question is rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t my mouth is too dry to answer. I look around. No one seems to have cared he just groped me – me! Rick Castille just groped me! A guy from my team gave me a thumbs up though.
Oh Rick is so hot, every gay boy, half the bi ones, and some of the straight ones want him. He is all lean muscle and strong legs, angular shoulders and flat stomached, which make his cock look huge pushing out of his shorts.

Underwear flag football is our boarding school’s tradition – there is always lot of cock flashed on the field, sure, which is why I made sure to jack it before hand to prevent any unwanted boners. Rick managed to undo all my hard work though and it takes considerable will to keep it soft. I can still feel his hand cupping and elevating my cock. Sigh.

Oh Rick. I try not to think about blowing him after the game when he’s all dirty and sweaty and his cock is the only clean thing about him. I try not to think about him forcing me up against the cold lockers and fucking me raw. I try not to think about him coming up behind me in the shower and jacking me off. I want him to be my first. I want Rick to pop my cherry. Every gay boy has his boarding school fantasy but… he groped me. Now my brain actually thinks I have a chance.

Oh, it appears we’re on opposite teams. I hope he tackles me… I hope he tackles me and humps in the middle of the field and clai–

FOCUS. Focus. Ok. Game is starting. I am gonna impress the hell out of him, make him horny and come hunting for my body after the game. We’ll celebrate naked, aroused and –

“VICTOR let’s GO!”

I jump six feet into the air. “SORRY! Sorry! I’m comin’! I uh, thought I saw a falcon. Just a crow. Yep. That’s all. I’m coming. Let’s win this!”

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by ccallenreese

“Hey babe,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
“Woah holy shit!” I jerked, dropping my cereal spoon onto the floor. “W-h-who the fuck are you? How did you get into my apartment?!”
“What bro…?” he blinks at me, “You don’t remember? We met at a bar last night, we came back here. You were fucking awesome in the sack, bro. You made me cum buckets.”
“…What.”
“…You really don’t remember?” he tilts his head at me.
In truth, I remembered flashes of things but I thought it was just a weird hangover dream. I also recalled the giant lump in the blankets on the other side of the bed and dismissing it, thinking it was a pile of laundry under there. Apparently it wasn’t.

“Um. Wow. Well I’m…straight, actually.”
He closes one eye in the morning light and tries to comb his unruly hair with his fingers. “Straight boys don’t fuck men in the ass like that, bro. I’m gonna go take a shower. Where are the extra towels?”
My gaze wanders down to his abs and his illiac crest. He looks good in those shorts too. “Um what now? Oh, towels? In the linen closet in the hallway.”
“Thanks, bro,” he smiles and waves, then wander off.
I have to sit down. Did I really fuck a man in the ass last night? He said I made him ‘cum buckets’. That’s good right? Shit. I sit there, poking my cereal, eating it but not tasting it, as I roll the new facts over in my mind. When the stranger comes out of the shower, he’s awake and alert, his wet hair combed back. I stare. He looks familiar, then it dawns on me that he looks like half the guys in the porn I watch. The …oh god, the straight porn, with the hot guys in it. Shit.

“…Are you ok bro?” he asks me, his brow furrowing.
“I’m not sure,” I admit, “I just can’t get over the fact that I fucked you.”
He grins. “You’re a stud, be proud of it! Your balls are really big too, I love sucking on big nuts.” He peers into my cabinets. “Why don’t we go out for brunch?”
I just blankly nod and go along with it, still kind of stunned by his casual vulgarity.

I don’t know what that cafe put in their coffee, but by the end of the meal I was his boyfriend. It was only after I came to that monumental decision did I realize that I had no idea what his name is. I had to ask when I put him in my phone. His name is Brandon. Brandon…my boyfriend. Am I dreaming? 2014 is going to be an interesting year, for sure.

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by ccallenreese

porno-graph:

     You’ve suspected for a long time that Eddie and Rich were more than friends, by the way they look at each other, the laughter behind a locked door. Now, one day, you come home to find them caught by your sneaking footsteps in a naked embrace. In no acid trip could you imagine how hot and dirty they would look, their flesh pressed together, lips in a kiss. Small differences in the size of certain muscles, tans, and body hair—makes them individual, but sculptural at the same time. You feel no jealousy, only raging hormones, until they kiss again and exchange their love in words. Silently, you slide out the door. You come back slowly and loudly, finding them clothed and far apart on the couch—but breathless.

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Alejandro pauses to reflect on what he’s about to do with this wonderful older man that lights up his life. Does he want this? Does he want to kiss him hard and slide his hands all over his nude torso? Does he want this daddy to be his first? Does he really want this daddy to throw him on the bed, pet him until his cock is engorged and leaking, then pop his cherry, and give him his first anal orgasm? Yes, oh god yes, he wants it, and only from HIM. Too excited to verbalize his choice, Alejandro translates it into a kiss. By the time he’s thrown on the bed, he’s grinning, knowing he made the right choice.

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Post is fictional. Boys are and Nicco Sky and Jarec Wentworth from this Randy Blue video, I think..

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by ccallenreese

Olev came home after work to find the door unlocked. Oh, so his roommate was home. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of two men fornicating on his couch. “Oh!” he exclaimed, “Shit, I’m sorry – I …I’ll go my room now.”

He began to take off his shoes when he realized not either of one them had looked up. They were too lost in whatever Raymond’s boyfriend was doing on his lap. He was clenching and rocking his ass on Raymond’s cock and was making feral, gutter noises between keens of pleasure. Seems Raymond found himself a tried and true pussyboi who was busy blowing his mind while riding him. Olev kept his eyes glued to them as he tip toed to the bedroom. He knew knew things were going well with Raymond’s new boy but didn’t know it was this well!

He let them have their privacy although without headphones, he could hear them going for hours until the passed out on the sofa together around midnight. Olev snuck into the kitchen to make a sandwich and lock up the place. They were a cute couple, sticky and sweaty and totally unconscious, with smiles on their faces. He covered them in the blanket and turned off the lights.