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Daniel glowered at the phone that interrupted his headspace. He had just found his rhythm, John had just relaxed enough so Daniel could bury every inch of him in with every thrust. It continued to ring.

Daniel sighed as he pulled out. He leaned over and picked the transparent phone up off the cradle. “Hello? Oh hi Coral.”
John twisted and looked up at him in a panic, eyes wide. He was mouthing ’tell her I’m not here!’
Daniel rolled his eyes. “No, I haven’t seen him.” Daniel stuffed a sock in John’s mouth then crawled back to where he was behind that beautiful peach of an ass.
“Why are you policing where your brother is anyway? You’re not his mom.” Daniel squirted some more lube on his cock, gave it a few strokes to muster it back up, and pushed back in. John groaned from behind the sock.
Daniel thrusted lazily with his hand on John’s lower back. “Bad people??” He laughed. “You watch too many movies. I mean, John and I don’t really hang out, but we have some of the same friends. Ain’t no one could corrupt him if they tried. That little church boy? Even if he hung out with a motorcycle gang, he’d just end up doing their laundry.”
Daniel kept thrusting. “Honestly, I don’t know where he is Coral. Not my day to watch him. Checked everywhere huh. Why don’t you go to St. Bart’s park and check the cruising places?”
Even from where John was on the bed, he could hear his sister yell on the phone, “Fuck you, my brother ain’t no faggot!”

Daniel laughed. “God you’re easy to rile up.” A pause. “Yeah, whatever. I’m hanging up.” He tossed the phone on the bed. When John glanced back at him again, Daniel just pointed to the cradle. John hastily put it on the cradle before he spit out the sock.

“The cruising spots?? Are you insane? Are you trying to tell her I’m gay?” John shouted.
“Oh come on, it was kind of funny. You know she’ll never go there. But who you fuck ain’t her business.” Daniel grabbed John’s hips and drove in him hard. “It’s my business.”
John groaned. “Oh woah! Oh damn yeah, do that again. I’ll cum in no time!”
“Good boy, I like that you stayed hard through that. I’m gonna reward you real good.”
“Oh god Daniel, yeah fuuuck!”

Daniel found his rhythm and set to bringing them both to climax before he lost his erection. John was all his – and he wanted it to stay that way. His ass was heaven.

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“Get that thing away from me!” Brazos yelled.
I crossed my arms. “I thought you liked cock,” I said.
Brazos sent me a death look. “I like cock, but that ain’t no rooster, that’s a fucking killer dinosaur. When he pecked my ankles he was going for blood! He’s a killer, I mean, look at the spurs on that thing!”
“Yeah his job is to guard the flock. Look at him puffed up right now, he’s doing such a good job.”
“Aw Christ, I’m sorry, just call Bucky off!”

“First, you’re gonna listen to me,” I said sternly. “You listen to me, and you listen to me good. If I catch you with Derrick again, or find out you snuck off with him, I’m going to geld you first and then have that rooster chase you off my property. He just turned 16. You want him, you wait. You understand me?”
“16?” Brazos gulped. “Aw hell, he said he was almost 18-”
“That doesn’t make it better! He’d still be 17. That’s still underage! Are you tryin to lose your balls?”
Brazos winced.
“He came on to me first!”
“Brazos, you fucking moron. He’s 16. Looking at a tile floor makes him horny. There ain’t a lot of boys out here his own age for him to mess with -and I’m working on that- but that doesn’t mean you take advantage of him. Laws still apply out here.”

Brazos whined. He watched the rooster patrolling around the AC unit. “Fuck I’m sorry. Don’t send me to jail. I’ll behave, I swear, I know that was wrong- god my leg’s are cramping. Come on, call off that rooster Danny, please. My ass is burnin’ out here in the sun.”
“You’re going to go into town and work out your urges you hear? You come back on Monday and act right, or I’ll fire you. I don’t want to, cause you’re damn good at your job. But my family comes first.”
Brazos hung his head. He looked ashamed. “Yeah, I understand. I’m sorry, Danny.”
“Good.” I walked over and picked up the rooster, tucking him under my arm like a football.
“How on God’s earth did you do that?” Brazos gawked. “That’s a bird of satan.”
“Aw Bucky? No he’s such a sweet baby.” I stroked his neck feathers. “Oh you’re all worked up. You protected our family, you big strong boy. Let’s go get you a treat.”
Bucky clucked.

Brazos sheepishly climbed down from the AC unit. The other ranch hands who heard the commotion had come over and were snickering at him. His face was bright red. We watched him shuffle into the barn, hand over his crotch. A moment later we heard a yell. “Where are my pants?”
“Ask Rambo.” Jose said while laughing.
Brazos came out of the barn with his shirt in his hand. He squinted into the sun at the paddock across the dirt lot, where a large bull was staring at him, wearing Brazos’s jeans over his horns.
“Oh are you fucking serious!”
We burst out laughing.
As Brazos went over to him, the bull trotted away, sending everyone in peals of laughter. Brazos was great with the horses, but that bull was temperamental and only liked Jose, who had raised him since a calf.

While Brazos was trying to negotiate with Jose to get his pants back, I took Bucky to get a treat and put him back with his ladies.

Now, I had to go talk to my son. He was too old for a bare bottom spanking over my lap, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need one. I was going to have to do something about him. There’s a lot in the Farmer’s Almanac about raising corn, but not a lot about bringing up a twink. Good lord, was there a summer camp I could send him to? That boy needed to be away from sweaty shirtless men for a while. I think that was just the heart of the problem. He needed to be around sweaty shirtless teenagers his age.

I went inside the house. As I was washing my hands, I heard the stairs creak. “Dad? Did you kill Brazos?”
“Wanted to geld him, but no. And he won’t be bothering you no more, and you won’t be bothering him.”
“Oh,” was all Derrick would say. He sighed in relief. “I’m glad you didn’t kill him. I’m so sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to get him in trouble. He was just shirtless-”
I dried my hands. “Shirtless. Christ, shirts, the cause of our all problems. Derrick, go back upstairs and lie down on the bed in your shorts.”
He knew exactly what that meant. “Oh no,” Derrick groaned.

Running a ranch was complicated and messy; often it was just not fun. The days I was in college and spanking people for fun seemed like a long time ago.

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A pink Christmassy stretch

Julian stares at the lights of the Christmas tree while absentmindedly running his hands over his body. He knows he should put his pajama shirt back and pants back on and go back to bed; the longer he stays down here, the longer he risks Felix catching him. The surprise would be ruined.

Julian smirks to himself at the thought of what tomorrow morning held. Oh, it was going to be glorious. Felix was going to be so confused. “Pink lingerie? You weren’t wearing this when you went to bed,” he’d say. And then Julian would explain how he waited until Felix fell asleep and slid out of bed to put the lingerie on under his pajamas.

“Merry Christmas,” Julian plans to say, as he strips off his pajamas and reveals everything. Julian wonders if he should stand up to do the reveal, or just let Felix undress him. Hmm. Planning a surprise is hard. Especially when you make yourself horny in the middle of it.

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Jimmy dries himself, but in this warmth, the sun helps as much as the towel does. He lazily pats himself and glances out at the mountains. Half a week in Palm Springs and they still had not lost their novelty. Not something you usually see on the horizon in Omaha.

His attention is broken by the feeling he’s being watched. Jimmy turns around slowly. Another guest is standing in doorway of one of the rooms in this upscale motel that catered primarily to a certain male demographic. Jim turns to face him, not caring to hide his nudity. The man is wearing only denim shorts.
“Yes?” Jimmy says.
The man crooks his finger.
Jim walks closer to the stranger and stops about ten feet from his room.
The man’s gaze roams over Jim’s body. “I have been wanting to get a better look at your tattoos ever since I saw you at that cafe yesterday morning.”
Jimmy drapes the towel over his arm and holds hands up and away from his body
The man takes his time in looking. He crosses and uncrosses his arms, fidgeting the whole time. “Are you staying here with anyone?”
“Nope.” Jimmy says, “And in case you are wondering, I’m a top.”
The man blinks. A smirk appears on his face. He steps to the side and gestures for Jim to come into his room.
Jim drapes his towel over a chaise lounge chair, and heads inside. As he passes the stranger, Jim stops for a close look at his face. He reaches up nonchalantly and thumbs his chin. “Such a pretty face. I think I want you on your back. What is your name?”
“Chris.”
“I’m Jimmy. Tell me you have condoms Chris?”
Chris gestures to the coffee table. There’s three different open boxes in a bowl with packets spilling out.
Jimmy is deeply pleased by this, and his cock starts to stiffen. Jim walks over to the fridge, opens it, and considers its contents. He grabs two bottles of water and throws one to Chris. Chris catches it.
“You’re going to need this after all the sweating you’re going to be doing.”
A flicker of excitement crosses Chris’s face. Chris grabs Jim’s wrist and takes him to the bedroom; Jimmy barely has time to grab a handful of condoms. Jimmy stops Chris at the threshold by pushing him against the door and kissing him. The noise Chris makes at being kissed causes Jimmy to break out in goosebumps over his bare skin. Jimmy throws his water bottle and condoms on the bed so he can use both hands to unbutton Chris’s shorts. He’s about five seconds from just ripping them off.

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vallentiro14:

“I don’t think I can come over to fuck you. I have things to do after work.”
Mark reads the message and sighs. He gets on the bed, pulls down his underwear, and sends a photo without any text. How annoying it was to lay on his bed like this without anything happening.
Thirty seconds later, there’s a response: “Be there at 6:30.”
Mark smirks at his phone. “Good boy,” he murmurs to himself as he types out a response. Mark’s number one rule of hooks ups is to never let the top forget who’s in charge, and quite pleasingly, it is again working in his favor.

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Fucking hot ass 😛💋

“Hey David,” Joe says after Facetime connects.
“Hey baby. What’s wrong? You said you needed my opinion.”
“Yeah I do. Am I stupid?”
“What on Earth brought that up?”
“Someone told me that I’m dumb because all my body’s energy went into growing my ass instead of my brain.”
David guffaws. “Oh babyboy, I’m sorry, it’s rude to laugh, but what a rude thing to say to someone. Sounds like they’re jealous of your big beautiful ass.”
Joe tilts the phone. “This ass?”
“Ohh yeah. That big beautiful ass.”
“You haven’t answered my question though. Do you think I’m stupid?”
“You’re not stupid,” David reassures him. “What was the context of that insult?”
Joe leans against the counter of this bathroom. “Well, I was talking with a guy at the bar last night about a Youtube video, and in it there’s a moment where this guy gets stumped because he doesn’t know what flour is made of. And like, I realized I didn’t know either? I thought it was made of flowers. And so this guy at the bar made fun of me, patted me on the shoulder, and walked off.”

David is struggling to hold it together. “Flowers? Why do you think it’s made of flowers?”
“Because it’s kind of soft like petals are? I mean, my mom never taught me anything about cooking or baking – that was ‘woman’s work’ as she said.” Joe makes air quotes with one hand.
“Well, your kind of deductive reasoning isn’t illogical, based on what you know. You’re not entirely wrong though – flour is made from wheat, which is a plant. It’s ground up into a fine powder.”
“Yeah I googled it after. It makes a lot of sense. But like, David that isn’t the only thing – last month, someone made fun of me because I thought ponies were baby horses. And I also thought that the black market was like a real place like Diagon Alley, and I’ve been wrong on so. many. things. about women and pregnancy-”
“Joe.”
“Yes Daddy?”
“God it drives me insane when you call me that.”
Joe smiles coyly.
“You’re not stupid. You had a really sheltered religious childhood, that’s not your fault. Stupid people doubledown when they realize they’re wrong – you’re curious and open to learning as you go. You are a great student, you taught yourself all about fitness and nutrition, and your quick thinking saved some ducklings last week. Plus, you are great in bed. I adore you, you’re fine as you are.”
Joe exhales and his shoulders relax. “Thank you David, I really appreciate you saying that. It’s frustrating though, constantly wondering what my life would have been like if I wasn’t homeschooled for all those years. How much more I’d know.”
“Well, then you wouldn’t be my Joe. And in a different life, we might of have never met.”

Joe is silent for a moment. “Woah. I never even thought of that. You’d just be walking around in the world, and I’d never know?”
“Probably.”
Joe contemplates this. “That’s wild. So I get to date you and have a great big ass and thick body, live in this amazing city, and have great college life with friends who take me to EDM shows – but in return I don’t know some basic shit?”
“Essentially.”
“You know what, I’m fine with that.”
David smiles. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
Joe tilts the phone back again. “You wanna come over after dinner and fuck me?”
“Oh my god, yes. I have been trying to be respectful of your exams coming up and not asking, but baby I have been dreaming of it.”
“I want you to tell me about those dreams.”
“Oh I will.” David watches Joe walk to his bedroom.
“I’m going to put in a plug to get ready for tonight. You wanna watch or am I keeping you?”
“Joe, if you disconnect Facetime now, you’re going to get a spanking.”
Joe gulps. “Damn Daddy!”
David groans.

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legendarymachoblog:

“Thank you for allowing me to turn down the bed for you Sir. Master sent me to make sure you feel comfortable this evening, so I am pleased you’re allowing me to fulfill this task. Our home is your home while you are our esteemed guest; so if there’s anything else I can do for you, please do let me know…like if you want your bed warmed, for example…”

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Your boyfriend was having a nap on the couch. He wasn’t a fan of wearing clothes around the house, and you were happy to agree to his request for personal comfort. Who doesn’t want to see their boyfriend’s dick like every waking moment? It surprised you that you were much more captivated by his ass. You can’t help but approach your boyfriend as he naps, and caress the warm curve of his buttcheek with your palm. You’re careful not to wake him up. You exhale as the warmth of his skin heats your palm. You’re utterly in love, captivated by his beauty and perfection. You watch him sleep a moment longer and force yourself to move on and stop being a bit creepy.

As you walk away, you find yourself craving one of the fresh peaches in the bowl in the kitchen. You select a ripe one, fuzzy and unblemished, ready for eating. As you cut it up, your mind begins to form a scene about dripping peach juice on his ass and licking it off the back of his balls. You nearly slice your finger in the process and chide yourself for fantasizing. God, it’s unfair how your boyfriend has this effect on you from doing literally nothing.

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vallentiro14:

Jim sighed. The sun was setting and he was hungry. He had two days to get to his new job, and like 500 miles to cover. He wasn’t a pretty blonde girl either, so Jim knew he was at a disadvantage. People could think he was aggressive, people could think he was a drug dealer or a weed grower or draft dodger. Jim considered his last option. He was probably close enough to San Francisco that it was relevant he was gay. Jim glanced at the rolling hills in the distance. But it was rural enough that it could be also dangerous to be gay. The breeze brought a chill and Jim sighed again.

He set his backpack down, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down enough to show off his butt. He had been working as a tree planter and his body was toned from summer work. His jeans were a tad too fitted, but maybe it would work to his advantage. Maybe. Jim also raised his thumb to signify he needed a ride. 

A car drove past. Another. His arm was tiring quicker now. God, was this lowest moment? His stomach grumbled. Jim debated if the time he gave a blowjob in exchange for dinner was the lowest moment. But that guy was hot, even though he was married, and Jim had enjoyed sucking him off; and the grilled steak was worth it too. But that was in the woods near a campsite. This was on a public road. A pick up truck went by. No, this was probably dumb. There could be children in these cars.

Jim decided this was definitely dumb. Another car went by. He put his hands on his waistband and went to pull up his pants. But the car ahead of him pulled onto the shoulder and slowed down. Jim froze, pants pulled up but not buttoned. A man got out of the car. The man walked up until he was in shouting distance. Bit of a lumberjack type, full beard, flannel shirt. “Need a ride?”
Jim was so stunned he actually looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was behind him. That made the man laugh. “I ain’t talking to a deer, I’m talking to you. That’s what you were asking for right?”
Jim buttoned his pants. “Y-yeah,” he stammered, “I just can’t believe it worked.”
The man laughed again. He had a big smile and great teeth. “Oh it worked. Not every day you see a moon during the day. Where you headed?”
Jim blushed again. “North as possible. I got a forestry job over the winter at Olympia National Forest, and need to get to Tacoma.”
“Well ya lucky bastard, I’m going to my parent’s place north of Seattle, in Bellingham.”
“Are you serious?”
“Sure am. They’re selling their home and downsizing, and I’m coming to help and take a bunch of our family stuff back home with me. Would love some company. Someone to share a hotel room with, really.”
“I can pay a little bit to help with that,” Jim said eagerly.
The lumberjack waved. “I don’t want your money. I want to see what you look like with your jeans off.”
Jim’s eyebrows went up. “Then I’ll take em off before I get in your car if it means you’ll get me to Washington.”
The man grinned wider. “I would enjoy that, but let’s wait until it’s dark.” They introduced themselves as Jim and Frank, shook hands, and walked back to Frank’s car together.

“Oh one sec,” Frank said before he walked over to the driver’s side of his car. He unzipped his pants. “Don’t mind if I pee real fast do you?”
“Oh not all,” Jim said.
The lumberjack pulled himself out; he wasn’t wearing underwear. Jim couldn’t tear his eyes away. What an absolutely stud he was, uncut and hairy too.
“You ain’t worried about getting stuff caught in the zipper?” Jim asked.
“Oh not at all. I ain’t been wearing underwear for a long time,” the lumberjack smirked as he buttoned his pants and walked around to the driver’s side door.
“Oh.” Was all Jim could think to say as he got into the passenger side. He was turned on, hungry, and finding it hard to think. 500 miles didn’t seem like enough of a distance all of a sudden.

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With so many young men in China competing for the best jobs and biggest paychecks, it’s inevitable that some will lose out. Chen realized the odds were stacked against him early, and figured there was no point. He could use the assets he had – no college degree required! – to make the the millionaires pay. His father wasn’t too happy about his choice. However, one night he had his boss over for dinner, and was alarmed to come back into the room and see his boss and his son talking privately….
His father refused to believe he saw anything… until mysteriously, he got a raise and promotion two weeks later. 
Couple months later, Chen bought his father a car. His father changed his tune, and soon praised his clever son.

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