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by ccallenreese

Rasmus grew up into a fine, beefy stud of a man, but a part of him still liked to be babied and coddled. Julian knows just what his boy needs. He makes sure Rasmus gets the morning milk he needs to start his day, always warm and fresh from the source. Rasmus is too old for bottles, but this is a fine substitute. It brings him comfort. Julian loves to watch him and gently stroke his hair while he sucks, often with his eyes still closed.

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Post is fictional. Can’t find the names of these hot lads.

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by ccallenreese

elyel:

We’re together almost 5 years now, we started planning/dreaming to move in together, so we decided to adopt a new kitten. Rita ! Isn’t she cute?

Ya casi 5 años juntos de puro amor, empezamos a planear/soñar mudarnos juntos, así que decidimos adoptar una nueva gatita. Rita! No es tierna?

Congrats on your wonderful five years together and your new kitty!

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by ccallenreese

He’s the reason my econ homework isn’t getting done right now. I can’t stop thinking about him and the way he took me last night, how he handled me, how he made my ass feel so special that I rode a man for the first time ever. He made me feel special. All those kind words he used on me…baby, sweetheart, said my ass was magical, that I was an angel, my skin was dove soft, how I made the most erotic moans, how the hourglass shape of my back was beautiful, and he loved the way my skin rippled over my muscles  Said I had the best hips for grabbing too.

He rubbed his cock against my entrance to make me horny and eager, and I felt no shame when I finally took it inside of me. I owed it to him to make him ragged and breathless and dizzy with my body, and I did. Our climax was the most violent, passionate thing my body has ever survived, complete with vertigo as my balls turned inside out and I gushed cum like a broken sprinkler.

That was how I always imagined sex, real sex, not fumbling with clothes and condom wrappers and “hey what’s your name again?” as I’m bent awkwardly over the sofa and penetrated without being prepared right. 

I sighed in surrender and threw my highlighter over my textbook. Daydreaming of making love with him is making my pulse quicken and my jeans tight. Fuck it. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text: “I have leftover BBQ ribs and beer. Bring condoms. Now.”

I got a reply back almost immediately: “Thank god, I can’t stop thinking about you. Leaving now.”

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Post is fictional. Inspired by a comment by sweeeetb1. Models unknown are Ben Driver and Anthony Romero from Guys in Sweatpants.

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by ccallenreese

I know you’re not supposed to see your other half before the ceremony, but he’s my boy and I was getting antsy after not having seen him all morning. I shooed away the people in his room and locked the door so it was just us in there. I wrapped my arms around his waist and had a quiet moment with him; his skin was warm from standing near the window. 
He murmured into my ear, “You look really sexy in that suit…”
“You want to undress me out of it later?
"Oh yes,” he purred, nuzzling my chin. 
“Then you shall, but don’t get excited now… unless you want a boner in every photo taken out there. That jockstrap is leather, it doesn’t hide much.”
He chuckles. 
“Also it’s because…. your mother. She came..”
“My – my mother? She’s came? She’s here??” he gasped, “How…she said she never wanted to see me again…”
I traced his jawline with my fingers. “Mothers are a particular breed. She thought I was stealing you away for life of sin and debauchery-”
“Well that’s not entirely untrue…”
“Ha, right? -but I just reframed it a little differently for her. I reminded her of her sweet, shy little boy that she always had to come rescue. I told her I wanted to be the one to keep you safe from now on. To watch over you. You know, put the band-aids on.”
“…Jesus. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry…”
I gave him another close hug. “Sorry love. I just thought you should know.”
“Thank you, Aiden,” he sniffled, slipping out of our roles for just a moment, “I know this lifestyle of ours is usually so private but…with her support, this day really feels complete." 
I smile and kiss him on the forehead. "I feel it too. Are you ready to wear my collar?”
“I am. I’m ready,” his voice was on the verge of cracking.
“Alright, then let’s finish getting you dressed. We have an hour. I can’t wait to see how that harness and all that silver jewelry is going to look on you.”

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