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Raquel bit into the pillow, moaning loud as a steamboat horn. “Oh god, Papi, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“Don’t you worry baby, I won’t stop pounding your beautiful brown ass until all my cum is inside of you.”
“Harder, Papi!”
“That’s what I want to hear! Making up for all that lost time you thought you were straight huh? You like feeling me push my dick against your prostate gland huh?”
“Oh god, Papi, feels so good, feels so good…harder, harder!”
“I am, I am mijo. Woo, you are giving me a real ab work out here. My cock loves being inside of you. I’m not gonna last much longer. Milk me with your ass now, show me how grateful you are that I corrected your errant ways. Ohhh yeah, that’s a thankful boy.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Hey Jake, if you’re not too busy later, perhaps you could join us on the beach. We’re having a barbeque, and watching the fireworks they’re setting off on the other side of the bay.”
I tried to focus on the words he was saying and not just the perfect mouth attached to the beautiful face they were coming out of. “Um. Yeah, sure, I’d like that. Are you sure I won’t be intruding with all your friends though?”
Sven pulled down his red swim shorts and out popped the most roundest butt I had ever seen. My jaw dropped. “You’re not intruding at all. Come by later. We’ll have fun.” He then winked, pulled his pants off, and jogged to the sand. “Happy 4th, Jake!”

I stood there, looking pithed. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember what my other plans were for this evening…

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Text is fictional, source is below.

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Mick Lovell, photographed for Bel Ami. (Link nsfw.)

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by ccallenreese

“Back straight. There we go. Great posture.”
“Thank you Sir.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it. “You know why you’re sitting there in a time out?”
“…for mouthing off?” Joel asks.
“Yes, good, boy. But that’s just it…you are still a boy. My boy. You’re young, in college. Life is full of hard work for you, but it’s still a time of play. I’m a man now. I’m all grown up, and play time has been taken up mostly by work. I know when I come home, you’re very eager to see me and you want to play. I know you’ve been waiting all day. So have I. Your waiting isn’t more or less worse than my waiting. Just because I need a minute to unwind, doesn’t mean you should get smart with me or say nasty, passive-aggressive things. It turns me off to hear ugly things come out of your pretty mouth. And forcing me to ravish you before I’m refreshed only cheapens it. You should be aware boy… I’m terrified of letting you down.”
“…Sir?” Joel asks softly, turning his head.
“Eyes forward,” I say gently.
Joel snaps his head forward and shifts a bit.

“I want to live up to your expectations. I know you’re a very horny boy. I know your pussy is hungry. I know how much you love my cock.”
“And how much I love you,” Joel adds softly.
I pause and sigh softly. Disciplining boys is sometimes so hard. “I love you too,” I say. “So much, it’s hard to imagine how I lived without you before. You know that. I just want to make sure when we are making love, that we’re both 100% on board, ready and eager. You’ll learn patience as you get older, Joel. I just have to nip this bossy, demanding behavior in the bud before you turn fully spoiled. That’s why you’re in time out. Next time you think of saying something impulsive and ugly, you’ll think of being in time out and how much you hate it.”

“Thank you Sir. You’re right. I don’t think clearly when I’m horny.”
I nod again, although Joel still can’t see me. “I think that’s hot by the way.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Means you need me, bad. I like that. I just…have to be a grown up man first sometimes, and your lover second. You know, for your own good.”

My boy’s shoulders relax. “Yes, for my own good. I’m seeing that now.”

“Good boy. You have fifteen more minutes in time out. You can cross your legs if your knees are cramping.”
“Fifteen?” Joel protests. “It was fifteen minutes when we started. Should be ten by now!”
“Well yes, but your hat reminded me. The San Francisco 49′ers beat the Colts in overtime last night due to the poor call by the ref on that fumble. You sided with the ref,” I reminded him.

Joel groaned, and I swallowed a laugh. Ok, being a grown-up could be fun sometimes.

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Text is fictional. I think this is the OP.

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by ccallenreese

Donovan came out of the club because one of his friends had told him he’d left his lights on. When he saw the faggot on his car hood, he sighed. The lights probably attracted him. Damn. Wait that meant that there were shoe prints on the hood of his Rover! Donovan felt the vein in his forehead twitch. Faggots were so  troublesome, their desperation for a hot fuck and the attention of men made them oblivious to how some of their behavior affected others. Some bros were standing in a cluster on the sidewalk, watching the faggot twerk his ample bottom on the hood of his Rover. Sigh. This one was an attention whore too. Well, he had a nice body at least.

“HEY faggot,” Donovan shouted, rolling up his sleeves.
The young man froze and looked over his shoulder. The wide-eyed look was a force. They wanted to be caught and punished. They all did. 
“What the fuck you think you’re doing on my car? Did you pay for that car? No! Get off of that car!”
The faggot quickly slid off the hood, holding his pants up with one hand.

Donovan swooped in and pinned the faggot to the hood of the car, much like a cop who was arresting someone.
“Who said you could put your shoe prints on my car?”
“I – I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t think about that Sir I just – I just-”
“Yeah I know, you’re horny right?”
He whimpers. “So horny Sir. I saw that your lights were on and thought you’d be out soon so I tried to look sexy-”
“Shut up,” I barked, annoyed. “Take your shirt off.”
“Yes sir,” he quickly replied. We pulled it off of him together, then I made him stand there next to the car while I used it to wipe the dusty sole marks off my car. After, I tossed it over my shoulder. “Now your pants.”
“Si-Sir, here?”
“Is this what you wanted or not? Get your shorts down now.”
He quickly pushed them down, exposing his bottom.
“Mmm…” I ran my palm over the curve of his ass, appreciating how he arched into me. “Horny little bitch faggot…” 

The faggot whimpered. I bent him back over the hood of my car.
My hand roamed forward, seeking, grasping. 
I chuckled. “Oh ho. What we have here? Who locked your tiny dicklet up boy?”
“My – my brother.”
I laughed. “God, you really do have to be kept on a short leash huh? It’s a goddamn family affair. I bet he’d love to hear what you’d been up to tonight.”
The faggot sniffled. “Please Sir, my brother’s straight. I’m so ..so…so horny I need your dick, your big wet, horny…delicious…” he moaned. I heard pre-cum drip on the ground.

I shook my head. “You’re a mess, boy.” I unzipped my pants.”But you’re making me horny, so I will fuck you.”
He lifted his head. “Oh really? Oh god thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”

I pushed his head back down. “Yeah just stay like that, bent over the hood of my car. It’s a nice view.” I found some condoms and some lube in my glovebox, and gave the faggot a real hard pounding, right there in the parking lot. His wild yowling attracted a whole gang of feral animals though… and we went through the whole bottle of lube sating that desperate faggot’s ass. He was so grateful for every dick we gave him, we put his mouth to good use too..

The mess wasn’t anything we had to worry about either. We still had his clothes for that. I didn’t clean his hand prints off my Rover for a few days though…I liked when others saw them there, and knew my conquest.

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Text is fictional.

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“…JJ, are you ok?”
“Uh huh.”
“You don’t look ok.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“What have you been doing today?”
“I went to Pride with Stevie.”
“Oh so you did go?”
“Yeah Thom…I heard there was gonna be a lot of dicks, so I went.”
“Did you see dicks?” I ask.
“Uh huh. I saw a lot of dicks. All these hot guys were all giving me these fruity drinks. I partied waaaayyy too hard. You should have gone.”
“JJ,” I tsk. “You know I’m a private homosexual. I don’t flaunt. I prefer a nice port and a book of Basho’s poems.”
“You are so stuffy.”
“You are such a twink” I shoot back
“You’re still my best friend.”
“I know, I know.” I fold my arms. “If it helps, your butt looks fantastic. All those squats are paying off.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You wanna fuck me, Thom?”

I laugh. “JJ how can you think of sex? I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am. But I’m horny….thinking of all those hot guys today,” he groans.
“You didn’t get laid?”
“No, I was too busy keeping an eye on Stevie because you know the trouble he gets into when he’s horny.”
“Uh huh.”
“You sure you don’t wanna fuck me?”
“Mm. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“Fuck mee…” he begs, his voice muffled into the mattress.
I smile. There’s a reason we’ve been best friends since I moved in with him.

“Alright. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Yay.” He says.
I try not to giggle at the flat tone of his voice. JJ still hasn’t moved an inch.

I remove my clothing and fetch the right things – the lube, a wet cloth, a dry cloth, and condoms. JJ doesn’t say anything as I settle on the bed and sit next to his thighs.
“You awake?”
“Uh huh. Very much. Just not moving.”
“Good, good.” I clean him with a wet wipe, and then begin to massage his ass, kneading the big buns with my hands. I move up JJ’s back until he’s groaning. I work my way back down and then part his legs.
“You have such big balls, JJ, how on Earth do you carry those every day?”
JJ snorts. “Well, I wear three pairs of underwear to hold em up,” he jokes.
I chuckle and pinch his butt. “Goofball.”

I drizzle lube over his butt like syrup on pancakes.
“What are you doing with all that lube?” JJ mutters. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll heat you up soon enough.”
“Mmm.” JJ says, satisfied.

I slip on finger rubbers and begin the slow process of stretching and scissoring. Soon JJ can’t help not acting like potato and soon he begins to vocalize. The deeper I push my digits, the louder he groans and starts to wiggle his hips. “God that feels sooo good.”

When I push on his prostate, he groans and arches his back a little. “More~” he pleads.
I push my digits in and out of JJ’s hole which is loosening around me. I slide a third finger in and JJ hasn’t been quiet in several minutes. I realize the reason why he’s wiggling is that he’s trying to rub his cock against the bed. I place my other hand on the base of his spine. “Hold still, JJ,” I coo.
“But feelsgood…” he mutters.
I stroke the back of his balls with my clean hand. He moans loud and I smother a laugh. “You’re ready for me?”
“Hell yeah…fuck me. I’m ready. I’m so relaxed. You’re the best roommie ever.”
“We do get along pretty well,” I agree.

I discard the finger rubbers and slide a real one over my red, straining cock. It wants JJ’s ass. I straddle his shiny backside and position my cock right at his hole. I sigh in delight when his body does not resist at all. He opens up and pulls me in to his tight body.
“Very nice,” I say. “How do you feel?”
JJ cries out in need under me. “Don’t stay still – move. Fuck me, fuck meee~”
“Ok ok,” I reply. 

I shift my weight and thrust into him hard. JJ gasps. “Yes!”

I pull his hips up and set a familiar, traditional rhythm – in and down, out slow, in and down, out slow. JJ and I are soon crying out together. I push into his prostate and move his cock against the texture of the sheets, and he is loving being full of me. I’m sweating and grunting from the effort, because I want more of him with every motion.

“I’m coming!” JJ shouts, startling me, because his tone is loud and clear. His body goes very tight around me and he pushes his butt up to swallow all of me he can. I dig my fingers into his hips and bury myself balls deep into that hungry ass. JJ really did need a fucking. I can smell his cum as it pools under him. I feel a bit of pride in knowing I made him come hands-free.

“My turn,” I announce. He’s so tight! So hot! And suddenly my cum is pouring out of me, filling the condom. My head spins as the orgasms overwhelms. My breath hitches and I keen loud. “JJ! Oh lord JJ! …oh JJ you feel so good.”

“I can feel you fill the condom,” he replies. “So hot.”
“Did that hit the spot?”
“Mmhmm…” JJ hums. “I’m …I need a nap now,” he replies, matter of factly.
“Poor baby, you’re exhausted,” I tease.
“My life is hard,” he agrees with a yawn.

I pull out and JJ whines. “No, put it back~”
“Can’t. You made me all soft.” I pat his butt and tie off the condom. “Maybe later.”
“Ok…later…” and then JJ’s gone. He begins to snore.

I snort. It’s uncharacteristic. JJ cracks me up, I’m just not very emotive. I clean JJ up with a warm cloth and then place a blanket over him so he can sleep.

I go to shower and have some more port. One day, JJ will grow up and get ready to settle, and I will be waiting. For now, I am happy to stand back and let him live his twenties to the fullest. I do enjoy listening to all of his adventures with Stevie, but mostly because he won’t end up with Stevie. I’m sure of it.

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Text is fictional. It’s gay pride weekend here in Los Angeles!

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blissfuldominance:

Showing him that I care about about him. 

Your dad never did this to you, your teachers never did this to you, and your last boyfriend never did this to you – all the men in your life have failed you, boy. You’re completely out of control and ill-behaved. Lucky for you, you still have 75% of your life left, so there is hope for you yet. It’s up to you how much of that time is filled with me spanking you. Right now, that’s a lot of time. I can’t remember when your butt wasn’t pink! But it’ll get better. I have faith in you. I trust you. I love you, and care about you.

You can start impressing me by taking it like a man. Now count out loud.”

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I threw my pen down on the desk. I was never going to get anything done, not with the new poolboy my parents hired parading in front of my window in tiny little Speedos. My parents were away for the summer wintering in Europe. I thought that living in my parent’s guest house in their backyard would be a great way to save money and be close to college, but I was not counting on this beautiful, toned creature with such a delicious butt fishing leaves out of the pool. Goddamn, I hated how beautiful men were in Miami.

I pushed my chair back and stood up. It was annoying enough not being to swim because the pool had to be shocked, so I couldn’t even work off my frustration. I picked up my wallet to go somewhere – anywhere – but then I got an idea.

I strode out to the pool and waited until the man noticed me. “Everything alright Sir?” he asked.
I walked over to him and held up the $50 dollar bill. “If I give you this, will you take off your Speedos?”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Is that what Mrs. Escobar’s son likes?”
“You gonna take it or not?”

He set the pool skimmer on the ground, then shimmied out of his Speedos. I was staring, shamelessly, at his thick fleshy cock. It was beautiful, and jesus, where had he been hiding his balls?
He plucked the bill out of my hand. “Anything to make a customer happy.”

It made me happy indeed. I sat down in a shaded poolchair and massage myself through my pants, watching his muscled body work around the pool. Everytime he squatted down I thought I was gonna nut my shorts. 

Eventually, I did, and then he had to leave. I made sure to ask his name before he went, and Pablo became my masturbation fantasy for days after.

It became a ritual – Pablo’d come over once in a while, clean the pool, weed the place, and I’d bring out some snacks and lemonade and watch him work naked. As time went on, he began to refuse my money …if I was naked too. I didn’t need to think about this either. I stripped out of my shorts and settled into the chair to masturbate in the shade of the Florida sun. It felt, frankly, glorious, and Pablo always made my balls shoot out these big, sticky loads.

It was beginning to be harder to resist him. After three months of this, I gave Pablo a new opportunity.

I offered my wallet. “What will it take to get you in my bed?” I asked.
He took one look at my wallet and tossed it onto the patio table. “Don’t insult me.”

He grabbed my chin and brought our lips together. I dove into him. Lips. Tongue. The scent of sun-tan lotion and sweat, his silky skin under my fingers.

“Get in my room,” I demanded, my voice husky and needy.
“About fucking time.”

I dragged Pablo into the guest house and ravished him with kisses. Our naked crotches bumped together and I pushed my cock up against his. I couldn’t ever remember being so hard. He wrapped his fingers around both of our cocks and I moaned loudly as we rocked together. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into his grip.

Meanwhile, I had both of my hands glued to his ass. I was kneading that meat like a cat and tenderizing with smacks like a butcher preparing a cut. I could not get enough of his butt. I squeezed it with a bruising grip. The little gasps and squeaks he made of surprise made my blood run hot.

“Pablo,” I gasped.
“This isn’t enough is it?”
“Can I fuck you?” I pleaded.
To my surprise, I felt his body relax. “Madre de Dios, I was hoping you were a top.” 

I laughed and pulled him down to the bed. My lips were so kiss-swollen I couldn’t feel them by the time I rolled Pablo over. What a perfect body. Mine, all mine mine mine. I grabbed a wetnap off my nightstand to clean him, before dividing him and pushing my tongue against his entrance.

He hissed, buckling his hips. “Ah!”
I made gentle circles with my tongue, getting him to loosen up and moan for me. The boy was tight. I wondered when on earth he’d last been fucked properly. I rimmed him until he was groaning and his thighs were trembling. I then pushed my tongue inside of him and slowly tortured him from the inside out. I licked my finger and slipped it inside, locating his prostate and stroking it. Soon, Pablo’s erect meat was dripping a puddle between his big, soft legs.

“Please fuck me,” Pablo pleaded. I had to give him what he wanted. I rolled a condom onto my ignored dick and got in place behind. My cock looked so happy rubbing up against that nice bubble butt. It wanted to be in.
“Gladly,” I purred.

I whimpered as I sank every inch into that perfect butt. He was stretched and welcomed me, right to the hilt. I brought his hips up to meet mine and Pablo cried out. “Yes!”
“So fucking hot, Pablo.”

I snapped my hips deep into him over and over. Pablo fisted the sheets and begged. “Deeper!”
“Yes sir!” I fucked him with my eyes rolling back into my head. “God you’re so good!”

The bed began to squeak, louder and louder. Our skin smacked together over and over and over….

“Fuck!” Pedro grunted.
I rested on his back and finished fucking him with jack-rabbit motions as I came, filling the condom with a huge gush of cum. “Ah…ah!” Black spots flashed in front of my eyes.
I reached around for Pedro’s big, impressive cock. I gave a stupidly loud sigh of contentment as I felt Pedro’s cock twitch and tense and then shoot all over my bed. He was gripping me so hard I thought I would never pull out.

We collapsed, chest heaving, our bodies sweaty and sticky. I nibbled on his ear and rested a hand on his hip.
“Pablo?” I managed, still breathing hard.
“What?” he replied, punctuating it with a whimper as I slid it out.
“That. was. amazing.” I tied off the condom and discarded it.
He chuckled. “Tell me about it. Christ. I can’t believe we waited three months to do that.”
“…So….regular thing?”
“For fucking sure,” Pedro agreed. “Christ, I need nap. I’ve worked so hard today.”
I grinned. “I bet.”

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Text is fictional.