After an hour of playing tackle football in the backyard, Jesse got fed up with trying to pretend Terrance wasn’t wearing a jockstrap under those mesh shorts. He saw an opportunity to tackle Terrance, but this time he didn’t let him up. “Alright, enough pretending.” Jesse yanked down those mesh shorts and pulled aside the elastic to see his prize. Time to claim that ass and put an end to this silly game.
Brent picked up his phone and read the text message from Donovan: “Hey are you still home?” He wrote back: “Yeah why?” There was a knock at the door. Brent jumped. “Hi lol.” Came another text. Brent walked to the front door and opened it. “Donovan, what are you doing here?” Donovan grabbed Brent’s shirt. “I need you to fuck me please. I am begging you.” Brent scoffed. “Woah calm down there. Did you take a viagra or something?” “No I got a new vibrator and I’ve been playing myself all morning, but it’s not taking the edge off. I need you to fuck me like how you do. You know. Hard. Right into the bed. I need to cum like that.” Donovan whimpered. Brent decided it was a good idea to let Donovan into the house. “I’m already lubed and stretched, just for the love of god please.” Donovan cupped Brent’s bulge. “Please?” “Donovan it’s barely 1 in the afternoon.” “Your point?” Brent chuckled. “Guess you woke up on the horny side of the bed. Well I most certainty want to pound your ass into oblivion, but-” “Nooo not ‘but!” “But my friend Raj is coming over to work on some music. And he has six thick inches buried in dark curls. If you can be a patient boy, you can get wrecked by two cocks, how do you feel about that?” Donovan whimpered again. “I – I would like that,” he whispered. “Good.” Brent clapped him on the back. “I think I’ll tie you to the bed while wait.” Donovan went along willingly and once in the bedroom, began to take off his shorts as he went. Brent glanced at him. “Oh you wore the jockstrap. Leave that on – that’ll make Raj completely crazy.”
Brent lay on the bed, watching Donovan take ropes out of the closet while talking to Raj on the phone. When he hung up, Brent smirked at Donovan. “He is excited to meet you. And he wants you tied to the bed with a vibrator up your ass. So let’s get to work.” Goosebumps broke out over Donovan’s body. He had a feeling he was going to like this stranger a lot. _____________ Captions are fictional.
Andy snapped his gum. “Oh hi Justin!” “Hi sweetheart. You got a new haircut.” “I did, you like it?” “Love it.” Justin insisted. “How’s work today?” Andy ran his fingers under the hem of his thong and snapped it. “Doing great, feeling great. Thanks to you.” “You did all the work,” Justin insisted. Andy smiled. “I appreciate you so much.” “Love you too. Now get out there, make the boys happy.” Andy stuck out his butt. “Say that, but give me a spank.” “Get out there and make the boys happy!” and Justin punctuated that with an open palm smack on that beautiful round ass. “Woo!” Andy grinned and winked at him and danced down the bar. Justin chuckled to himself and shook his head. What a character.
The man sitting next to Justin turned to look at him. “Is that your boyfriend?” He pointed in Andy’s direction. Justin took a sip of his drink. “No, that’s my client.” “Oh, I get it, he’s your escort?” “No no, you have a bit wrong. I’m his therapist.” The man blinked. He looked at Andy gyrating on the bar with confidence and glee and glanced back at Justin. “Are you taking new patients?”
Cam exhaled. “Wait wait, do it again.” “Again?” “Yeah, pull it down and up again.” Jake pulled the thong down and brought it up. “Like that?” “Yeaaah… do it again.” Jake grinned at Cam over his shoulder. He made a show about pulling the thong down while bending all the way over, making sure Cam could get a nice view of his hole and his balls. There was a groan behind him. Jake pulled the thong up slowly …slowly…until he was standing upright, and he made a dramatic show of lifting the thong back into place and letting the side straps sit on his hips. “How was that?” “Well. I’m hard again.” Jake barked out a laugh. “I’m flattered. How is that possible though you just fucked me five minutes ago. I’m pretty sure the condom in the trash is still warm.” “I have no idea, but we still have one more condom right?” Jake picked up the box. “Yeah we do. You serious, you want to go again?” “Fuck yeah I do, get the lube and bend over the arm of the sofa.” Cam stood up and walked over while untying his sweatpants. “I thought you wanted me to make dinner,” Jake teased as he rested his forearms on the arm of the sofa. Cam grabbed a big handful of Jake’s ass. “This rump is my dinner.” He smacked it. “God, I love it when you smack my ass like that.” “Like this?” Cam did it again. “Y-yeah. Fuck, now I’m hard. Bent over the arm of the sofa like this feels so slutty.” “Wait until you’re being fucked over it.” Jake put his head down and groaned. “Fuuuuck yeah, we’re doing it, fuck me again, Cam, fuck me!” _____________________ Captions are fictional.
Patrick fussed with the edge of his underwear for like the tenth millionth time that day. There was a bruise under the skin and the fabric kept rubbing on it. When he got home, he immediately took his pants off and had a look in front of the floor length mirror in the closet. To his surprise, Patrick couldn’t see a visible bruise. Maybe there was a faint purple shadow but in the dim light, it was hard to tell. He rubbed the spot and went to find a pair of sweatpants to put on. He thought perhaps because the butt was mostly fat, that maybe a bruise on the muscle wouldn’t show up on skin the way it would on an arm or leg. Still that meant Brian had really been squeezing his ass quite hard to leave a bruise that deep. Brian did have large, strong hands; when Brian had pinned Patrick’s wrists to the bed, he was utterly immobilized. It was rare anyone had the strength to do that to him. Being controlled, dominated like that, was almost terrifying, but the sex had been on another level. One hand on Patrick’s ass, one hand on his hip…driving his cock in like a piston over and over… Patrick coughed and cleared his throat. He felt warm all over. Goddamn, he thought, he’s still getting under my skin. Wait. Brian had a hand on his hip right? Patrick wandered back into the closet and pulled the edge of his underwear and sweatpants down on his left side. There was a faint purple mark there, unmistakable as a fingerprint sized bruise. “Jesus Christ, he tenderized me like a piece of meat!” Patrick said to his reflection. He pulled up his pants and rubbed his butt absentmindedly as he walked out of his bedroom. “Fuck, I really want to call Brian now….”
“Christ in heaven, is it morning already?” “Yes it is.” Frank said. He was standing at the foot of the bed. “It can’t be morning already,” Donovan protested. “We weren’t up that late were we?” “We went to bed at like 2 am,” Frank answered.
He stretched and let out a groan as his neck cracked. “Ah, theeeere it is.” Donovan made of complaint into the pillow. “We should have just had a quickie.” “Well, that was the plan. A little hand to hand action,
if I recall correctly. I’m not bothered being a little bit tired, we ended up having a lot of fun.” “It was fun,” Donovan admitted. He curled up into a loose ball. “Your bed is illegally comfortable.” Frank’s eyes roamed over Donovan’s body. “And you look illegally good in it. You have such a solid body, and such a big ass. I’m starting to see why I got so carried away, last night – you really excite me.” Donovan lifted his arm and looked at Frank. “Well, that’s flattering. Are you trying to apologize for the insufficient sleep I got?” “Maybe. Is it working?” “…Yes,” Donovan grunted. He put his arm back down. Frank snickered. “Come on big boy, get up. If not you’ll sleep till noon.” “I think you need to come back into this bed and snuggle with me.” “As much I want to be pressed against you, when I’m up, I’m up. And hungry,” Frank said. Donovan rolled over on his back and let his knees fall to the side. “Does this change your mind?” Frank stared. “I think I know how to wake you up.” “Oh? How?” Frank crawled back onto the bed and ran his tongue up the shaft of Donovan’s penis. Donovan made a low purring noise in the back of his throat. “If I give you a blowjob, will get you up after?” Frank asked. “Fuck. Fine. But I reserve the right to take an afternoon nap later without you nagging me about being lazy.” “Deal.” Frank lowered his head and got to work, but he was smiling the whole time. It felt like it was supposed to be a compromise, but Frank knew he was coming out the winner in this. ________________ Captions are fictional.
Sometimes you don’t know whether you are going up or down.
“Well, that was a lovely night out, but I am exhausted. I was going to take a bath, but I think I’ll fall asleep in there.” Aiden dropped his slacks and draped them over a chair. “I’m worn out too. I can’t believe we’ve never eaten at that restaurant before.” “Ne neither. That chocolate cake was incredible. The presentation of it alone!” Finn hung his suit jacket in the closet and unbuttoned his shirt. It went into the laundry. “It did taste good, but I wasn’t looking at the food, as much I was looking at you. As was everyone else.” Aiden gave Finn a demure look. “Were they?” “They were. You looked stunning in that lace top and black slacks, and the scarf made it so classy. They all were jealous of you.” Finn put his slacks on the hanger and pulled on some sweatpants. Aiden’s cheeks turned pink. “I was busy looking at you.” “Me?” “You. I wanted to kiss every cake crumb off your lip.” Finn walked up to Aiden and put his hands on his waist. “I wanted to take my foot out of my shoe and run it up your leg the whole time. It was hard to behave myself.” “Maybe that’s why we don’t go out too much? All we end up wanting is to come back to the bedroom, it seems.” Finn chuffs air out of his nose. “I think that’s more true than I want to think.” He dipped his hand and cupped Aiden. “Oh the lace is a little wet. Were you straining in your chastity device during dinner, princess?” Aiden exhaled. “Very much,” he admitted. “It’s been tight all day. I almost didn’t wear the lace underwear because my balls are so full they almost spill out.” “Is that why you didn’t wear the leather pants?” “Yes, cause it would have been obvious.” “If you had done that, I would not behaved at all during dinner. I don’t think we would have made it out of the car” Finn pushed his hand between skin and lace and palmed Aiden’s testicles in his hand. “You are properly full and searing hot.” Aiden whimpered and grasped onto Finn’s arms as Finn gently pulled and caressed. “Look at that,” Finn murmured. “Leaking more. God you smell good.” Finn kissed Aiden and Aiden melted back. “I need you,” Aiden whispered. Finn withdrew his hand to soft complaints. He licked his fingers. “Get undressed, love. I believe there’s some charge left on the vibrator still. I don’t want you to orgasm, but I can relieve a lot of that pressure.” “I really really want to cum,” Aiden whispered. Finn pressed a soft kiss to Aiden’s cherubic lips. “I have faith you will have your first hands-free orgasm in your device soon. Let’s save it until then.” “I won’t last,” Aiden said. “You have so far, and done it with grace. Once we relieve some of this pressure, it’ll be more tolerable.” Finn sat on the bed. “Finish undressing princess, I don’t want to tear your lace in bed. I know it was expensive.” Aiden groaned. “You drive me insane.” Finn chuckled. “You love it though don’t you? You’ve never yet asked me to unlock you once.” Aiden blushed. He shyly turned away from Finn instead without answering and slowly stripped off his lingerie.
________________________________________ Captions are fictional. The person I reblogged this from is the original poster and he has some really beautiful portraits on his Tumblr, I recommend following.
Angel lifted his butt and watched it drop back into his place. It was not firm and muscular, but squishy and round. His abs were hidden under a soft paunch, and his legs would not be defined as toned. His cock was perhaps, something the ancient Greeks would find attractive, but also hidden in foreskin and a bit too much hair.
Angel remembered standing in the front of the mirror as a teenager, cringing, pointing out everything that was wrong. He made, and remade lists, of everything that needed to be fixed or improved. Starving himself hadn’t shortened the list. Exercising until he passed out hadn’t either. And putting out for any man who even looked his way hadn’t made him stop standing in front of the mirror and frowning. So he just covered up and rarely ventured out and kept to himself.
An yet.
This morning, the words of the man at the bar last night rung in his head clear as if they were recorded. The man had gently touched Angel’s arm as Angel passed him perched on a bar stool. “Sweetheart,” he said, in that classic gay lisp of an old New Yorker, “I have to say, I’ve seen you around here all night, and if I wasn’t very taken, I would put you in chastity and keep you as my pet.”
Angel turned around and beamed at his reflection in the mirror. For the first time, the list was blank.
“Are you taking photo of my pussy?” “Hell yes I am. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life.” “Aaahhh Papi, you’re so sweet. Making me even more horned up talking like that.” “You have such a gift, Carlos. Much like a gorgeous cake, it almost seems sacrilegious to wreck it.” “But Papi, if you don’t, then all the hard put into making it gorgeous goes to waste doesn’t it? It’d be such a shame if no one got to take a bite and taste it.” John put his phone down and made circles on Carlos’s butt with his palms. “It would be a shame,” he sighed. “If I showed my friends this photo of your ass and told them I hadn’t fucked it, they would commit me to a mental asylum.” “I promise you my ass will be so good, and your cock will love it so much, you’ll end up there anyway. Driven insane but how tight and perfect my ass is.” “Is that why you were available? Cause you had to commit another client?” Carlos laughed. “No, most of my clients are out of town. A lot of them are married you know, have to go home to families for Christmas.” “Well I’m IN town because of Hannukah. So that worked out.” “Married?” “No. I thought about it, but no. Someone has to breed and seed men who need cock like plants need water, and I’m not wasting any time deny myself that fun.” Carlos exhaled a shaky breath and broke out into goosebumps. “Madre de dios, I love a confident alpha man. Fuck, I’m even hornier now. Breed and seed me, Papi. Take me really hard.” “You think your bed can hold us?” “The bedframe is steel,” Carlos bragged. “Damn straight it is.” John pulled back the thong string and let it snap back. Carlos yipped. "Alright, let’s cut the cake. What flavor is it?” “Horchata,” Carlos purred. John cupped his bulge and stroked it, making Carlos shiver. “That sounds about right – I do like the size of this cinnamon stick.” “Oh papi~ please fuck me I’m begging you!” John hadn’t let go of Carlos as he leaned over to run his tongue along side the thong string. “Alright alright, but first, a taste…”
“I’m a dirty boy~ I’m a dirty boy~” he sings while dancing in the shower. You stare at his bouncing butt from where you’re seated on the toilet. “You are, and you better get clean if you ever want to be let out of this bathroom again.” “You hosed most of it off outside.” “Yeah but the mud’s in your hair and behind your ears – how did you do that?” “Wrestling.” You shake your head and rub the bridge of your nose. Your friend Zane had called this morning, saying his pup KJ was begging to go for a hike after the rain, and he asked if your Leo wanted to go as well. Zane knew not to ask you – you got lost in the woods as a child and never wanted to go back there. Leo was thrilled to go however. Water! Trees! Birds! Critters! Interesting rocks! Infinite sticks!
You got a foreboding text from Zane later that afternoon: “Hey we’re back in cell service and coming to drop Leo off. We’ll be coming up the porch out back.” Why would they be coming up the back porch and not the front door or the garage door? You were worried Leo got skunked or something. Luckily it turns out that wasn’t the case. However, the case was, that he and KJ had found every single mud puddle in the entire state park and spent more time in the creek than on the trail.
Zane had made the best of it by putting down towels in the back seats, but you owed the man a beer. He looked exhausted and was grumbling about poison oak. But the boys were all smiles and completely worn out, which made it worth while. An exhausted pup is a happy pup.
As you sit there, watching Leo wash his beautiful self, you notice a red spot on the back of his thigh. It’s an ingrown hair. You insist on popping it, which you do while he whines. You insist it must be done. You make a show out of checking his back, the rest of his legs, and then his pubic hair for ingrowns – and you find a tick. You groan. “Leo you weren’t supposed to bring the woods back with you!”
