Tag: dat ass

Gallery
by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Freddy says against Dante’s neck.
Dante embraces his boy and gives him a squeeze of reassurance around the waist. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Freddy. It’ll take time.”
“I don’t even feel sick anymore. Why am I still so exhausted?”
“Because you still feel sick. Your body fought that virus hard, it’s tired. It needs to regain it’s strength. Don’t push yourself, the house work and cooking can wait.”
“But I want to cook. The meat’s going to go back in the freezer.”
“I can make meatloaf, don’t worry, I’m not helpless without you boy.”
“Why not?” Freddy pouts.
Dante chuckles. “You are so pitiful.”
“I’m tired,” he whines.
“I think I’m going to tuck you into a blanket on the couch and put on a movie for you while I make dinner.”
“But that means I have to get up. I like the way you’re massaging my butt. And you’re so warm.
”We can cuddle after dinner.”
Freddy sighs in resignation but didn’t move. “Thanks for keeping me locked during this time.”
“Of course, but where did that come from?”
“Cause I hate it when something ruins the build up and I just get milked in the most boring frustrating way, and we have to start over. I was worried you’d do that cause I’m sick. I’m so exhausted, there’s no way I’d make it through a session right now, but I think I’m going to feel better right as that time comes around…looking forward to it.”
“Me too. Don’t forget that keeping you locked is long term, boy. Rain or shine. Your needs are mine to look after as long as you’re with me.”
Freddy nuzzles Dante and leans against him more. “Are you sure we can’t cuddle on the couch? I want to play with your cock.”
“I suppose dinner can be a little late tonight. Cuddling sounds nice. I missed having you in my bed when you were sick. I hated hearing you cough in the guest room, all alone.”
“Aww really?”
“Yeah I felt really helpless, in my room all alone, powerless to make you feel better. I didn’t realize what a big part of my life you’ve become. God dammit, how do you suddenly make me all sentimental?”
Freddy giggles. “My bottom powers are returning.”
Dante pats his butt. “Your powers are returning. Come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch. You can play with my cock all you want.”
“Yiiiiiss. Can I play with your balls too please?”
“You can play with my balls too.”
“Yyyyyiiiiiiisss.”

________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

evilandevil:

“Two fingers! Much looser. Wearing that plug is working out well for you. Hand me the lube so I can put this back in, boy. After dinner we’ll test out how many inches of mine you can take now. You’re making great progress, I have a feeling I’ll be impressed with you later.” He lubricated the plug and slipped it back in. His boy squeaked. John pulled his boy’s sweatpants back up and swatted him on the butt with his clean hand. “There we go.”
“Fuck I’m already so horny…”
“The chastity cage is working as intended then. Don’t get distracted now, you need to make dinner still.”
“Yes sir. I won’t get distracted and burn it Sir.”
“That’s a good boy now. I’d hate to punish you when you’ve been making so much progress.”
“I like being told I’m making progress, Sir. Not good at very much…”
“Tsk. That cannot be true. You just haven’t found things you excel at. But it looks like that changing isn’t it?”
The boy smiles. “Yes, it does. I’m going to go make dinner.”
“Thatta boy. You excel at that too.”

___________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

maudebently-sfw:

I love a man who reads…naked.

“Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” RJ looked up from his position on the couch where he was working on his laptop.
David sighed. “I gathered all the books laying around the house so I could rearrange them properly when I put them back on bookcase, but I’ve realized they won’t fit.” David gestured to the bookcase. “It’s full, and these are all the books left over. Apparently I’ve been buying too many books…”
“Doesn’t seem like a difficult problem to solve. Get a bigger book case. I don’t mind having a lot of books in the house either.”
“Well, I appreciate that Sir. But this is a very houseboy thing, you see. We try to organize and clean up, and end up creating a whole other problem. This is how it starts. First, I clean up the books. Now I need a new book case. So now I have to fit another book case in here. Which means I have to re-arrange the living room.”
RJ chuckled. “Let me know when I need to get up from the couch.”
David tilted his head back and groaned. “Aaarrgghhh.”

“Why can’t you just buy a bit of a bigger bookcase? You won’t have to re-arrange the living room.”
David turned and looked at him. “I think we need a second one, Sir. I have a feeling I won’t be able to stop buying books.”
“Have you heard of a library, boy?”
“But they’re so cheap at the thrift store! And I keep them for as long as I want.”
“Oh, houseboy problems. Well, I can restrict your budget, but I don’t want to punish you for buying books.” David pushed a strand of hair away from his face. “Why don’t you put some shelves on the walls in the guest room? Big empty wall load-bearing wall in there. You can run em the whole length of the room. My parents would love having books to browse while visiting.”

David looked astonished. “Sir that is an amazing idea.”
RJ smiled. “I have other good ideas than the ones I come up with in the bedroom you know.”
“You are good with coming up with those ideas,” David agreed. He surveyed the books again. “Ok. So, now I need to get the measuring tape. And the laser sight. A pencil. Gonna need to go buy some wood…sandpaper, I have sand paper, stain, mounting hardware…” he ticked the items on his fingers.
“If you give a houseboy a cookie…” RJ teased, referring to a the children’s book about a mouse who wants a treat.
David picked a book out of the stack and held up a cookbook with a cover showing a plate of cookies. “Ahem.”
RJ laughed. “Say uh, you think you’ll have time to make those cookies later?”
David flipped the book open. “Sure.” He found the right page. “These look pretty good actually. Oh drat. I’m out of vanilla. Well, while I’m out at the hardware store, I could stop at the grocery store. It’s across the street. What else do we need? Where’s my notepad.”

RJ’s eyes followed David until his pert butt disappeared out of view into the kitchen. David’s energy lingered behind. RJ snuggled back into the pillows. He liked having another life in the house, it turned a boring day working from home into a comfortable day in. RJ turned back to his laptop but it was hard to focus. His mind was coming up with things to do David in bed this evening.

__________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

thethongkingdom:

“Let me ask you a question, boy.”
Matty turns to look at the muscular man leaning against the counter. “Yes?”
“If you turned that bottle upside, you think you could fit it inside of you?”
Matty straightens up. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.”
He sneers. “I’m just asking, cause if you can, then I know you’ll be able to take me.” He grips his crotch for emphasis.
Matty rolls his eyes. He finishes his bottle and sets it down on the bar. “I’d say take it first and let me know, but I’m guess you already can, cause you’re clearly full of yourself.” He walks away, and can hear the man’s friends groaning and laughing behind him.

Matty spots a familiar face across the bar who coaxes him over with a crooked finger.
“Hey Matty.”
“Hey Dan.” Matty sits sideways on his lap. He was a bigger guy, in his 60s, so there was more than enough room for a twink to fit.
Dan caresses Matty’s thigh with his hand. “Did you make yourself an enemy over there?”
“Maybe. No one understands that I’m a slut, not a whore,” Matty pouts.
Dan chuckles. “There’s a level of finesse there that meatheads will never understands.”
Matty sighs. “I can’t imagine what women have to deal with.”
“The fact they don’t kill more men is something we don’t appreciate as a society.”
Matty giggles. “Wasn’t that the premise of your last book?”
“Oh you did read it?”
“Of course I did. The politics were a little confusing, but the action was good.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. I’m writing the sequel right now.”
“Ooooo. Insider knowledge. Let me know if you want a proofreader.”
Dan takes a sip of his beer. “That’s kind of you to offer. Rick gets first read, but I always need more eyes.”
“Is he coming to visit soon?” Matty inquires. While Dan lives down in Mexico full time, Rick isn’t retired yet and still has a life in California.
“In two weeks. Can’t wait,” Dan sighs. “Miss him more every time he leaves.”
“It’ll be even more sweet when he stays.”
Dan smiles. “You are such a beam of sunlight. Say, look over there, a lost looking soul just walked in. You should go greet him. You’re basically the mascot of this place anyhow”
Matty glances over. “Oh he’s hot. And you’re sweet for saying that.” Matty gives Dan a peck on his scruffy check; Dan gives him a pat on the ass and he wiggles off to go greet him.

Matt sashays up to the stranger. He reads him immediately – 30s, American, white collar. “Hola.”
“Woah. Uh, hola.” 
“Just letting you know, this is a kind of bar where you’re not going to find latinas, if that’s what you’re looking for?”
The man coughs up a laugh. “No, I’m not. I’m down here with some friends on vacation, and I need to be with my people for a bit. The straights are killing me.”
Matt giggles into his hand. “Well you found us. Let me walk you to the bar. Names Matty.”
“I would be honored. Name’s George. God, you have quite an ass on you.”
“My pride and joy. Nice to meet you.” Matt slides his arm around George and walks him to the bar.
They order a round and after a bit of chatting, the stranger considers Matty. “Are you available to take to go?”
Matty laughs.
“Normally I’m not so forth-coming, but I am in desperate need of some company.”
“No, it’s fine. That’s a good one actually. Here’s the secret – all you have to do is be nice to me, and this thong comes right off.”
George leans over and whispers into Matty’s ear. “Why don’t you leave it on and let me pull it to the side with my teeth?”
Matty blushes and breaks out in goosebumps. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.”

_______________
Captions are fictional.

Gallery
by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

Porter waits for it, heart in his throat. Despite emptying the full reserve of cum from his bull-sized nuts, Liam’s erection lingers. He thrusts once – twice, more as deep as he can against Porter’s prostate. Porter bellows into the pillow as the orgasm kicks off; he gushes cum all over the bed and fist. Imaging that turgid cock pushing through all its seed to unload more always put him over the edge. There is little that feels more right than being the cumdump for Liam’s superior cock and his loads. It is where he belonged, taking it. Porter moans into the bed as he floated high on a spinning cloud. Liam slips out and his cum spills down Porter’s crack and balls. The humiliation makes him tremble in joy.

Ten minutes later, Liam strolls into the bedroom and hands Porter a mug. “Hot chocolate ok?”
“Well it’s winter isn’t it.” Porter takes the mug, trying not to move much. He had just pulled himself to sitting position. It took a few minutes after Liam bred him to remember how his bones and muscles worked. “Ah there’s marshmallows. Cute.”
Liam sits down on the bed, careful not to spill his own mug or touch the wet spot on the sheets. He wiggles his butt until his back rests against the pillows.
“Also Dave said he’s gonna order pizza in a bit, if we want.”
“Yeah that’d be nice. I’m gonna be starving soon,” Porter replies. He blows on his hot chocolate and then sips it. “Mmnn.”
They watch the shadows of tree leaves move on the back of the curtains.
Porter glances over at Liam. “Man, even soft, it’s still huge. Like twice the size of mine.”
Liam chuffs air through his nose. “I love dudes, cause they’re always the ones who say stuff like that. My wife never does.”
“She doesn’t compliment your cock?” Porter asks. He reaches over and holds it in his hand, admiring the heft of it.
“She tells me I have a big cock, sure. But it’s not in the same way you do. You have a tone of awe. You admire it, and I love that. My wife uses a tone that implies that she can’t believe she got it in her. I tell her we got two kids as proof, but I think she doesn’t believe me. She gets his kind of post-period amnesia where she forgets how horny it makes her,” Liam says wryly.
Porter grins. “Neither one of your kids was planned were they?”
Liam scoffs. “Absolutely not.”
Porter snickers.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world though. We wanted kids. Just you know, ‘men plan, god laughs’ sort of thing.”
Porter nods. “Yeah. We had to plan ours cause it took a while to get pregnant.”
“How is Maisie doing?” Liam asks.
“She’s doing fine. She’s began running again now that she’s done breastfeeding, and frankly, looks absolutely radiant.”
Liam smiles. “Are you gonna try for a second at some point?”
“I think we’re gonna wait until Caroline is in school.”
Liam nods. “By that point I’ll probably have four,” he grumbles.
“Woe is you, the curse of a fertile bull. In the old days, you’d have bastard child in every major city in every continent.”
“Back in the old days, there would be a boy with a wet hole in every major city in every continent so there wouldn’t be a million bastards.”
Porter snorts. “Or I’d just follow you around just to take your seed every night.”

Liam raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re bi, not gay?”
“Oh I’m sure I’m bi. I think there’s an expectation that since you’d bi, you like men and women half as much to create one whole sexuality. That is so not true.” Porter makes a sweeping hand gesture. “I got two whole sexualities in one. Maisie makes me insane, and you make me insane. I got two sets of needs, and I need to fulfill both of them.”
“That please me to hear. I do like fulfilling you.” Liam smirks at Porter and takes a sip of his drink.
“Not as much as I enjoy receiving it. Do you feel the same way, about having two whole sexualities?”
“Maybe? Cause I feel like my sexual needs are very well defined. Women have one role in sex for me, men in the other. If I want to have a hard fast rut to empty my balls fully? Must be a man. If want to make love and have it be playful and fun, with toys and stuff? Must be a woman. Reproduction? Woman. Urge to dominate and breed something? Man.”
Porter digests this. “Hard not to feel like that’s how it’s naturally supposed to be you know. Love being under you during that last one.“
Liam smirks. “Love feeling you quiver as I fill you with my cum. But you know, every time I question my bisexuality, I remember where God put men’s G-spots and then I stop questioning.”
Porter grins. “Well you know where mine is.”
“I do. You know Porter, I’m real glad we have this ‘Sunday afternoon football’ meet up thing worked out. I don’t know what we’d do if we couldn’t do this once a week.”
Porter chews on a marshmallow. “We’d find a way. But as long as Dave lets us use his spare room, we’ll be alright.”
“God bless your friend Dave.”
“Indeed. He’s gonna make a man real happy one day.”
“Yeah he is.”

Liam’s phone chimes. He picks it up. “Dave’s ordering pizza. Wanna place an order?”
“Fuck yeah. Cheese, onions, and sausage.”
Liam snorts. “Sausage huh.”
“Yeah, tell em, big and meaty. Uncut. Slap the whole kielbasa on that pizza and fucking bake it.”
Liam laughs. “God you’re ridiculous.”
Porter shrugs. “I know what I like.”
“Cock?”
“Duh.”

_______________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

nhozyboy:

Zach finds it hard to keep his jaw closed. Bruce looked fine as hell walking around, but watching him bend over captured his full attention. “Damn, your boy looks hot in that. Is that his outfit for the Halloween party?”
John chuckles. “No, that’s his idea of casual wear.”
Zach raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow. “So what’s he going as for the party?”
John grins and calls out to his boy who was on the other side of the living room. “Hey Bruce, tell Zach what you’re going for as Halloween.”
Bruce sets the remote he’d picked up on the coffee table. “Ronald Reagan. Scariest boomer in a suit I could think of.”
“Ok, that’s a pretty scary idea for a room of gay dudes. But uh, I think Ronald Regan was the Greatest Generation, not a boomer,” Zach replies.
Bruce looks confused. “You think Reagan’s generation was the greatest? Seriously? Well I’m going to look at you completely differently now. And he is definitely a boomer.”
Zach chuffs air through his nose. “No, Bruce, sweetheart. The generation before the Baby Boomer Generation was called the Greatest Generation. Baby Boomers were born after World War II.”
Bruce has a blank look on his face. “It has never occurred to me there was another generation before Boomers. Makes sense now that I think about it…”
John chuckles. “Bless your heart.”
“Well I can’t be held at fault for something I didn’t know about! I’m sure most people from that generation are dead anyway.” Zach puts his hands on his hips.
“Well, not most. They’re on their way out though. Regardless, generations are an important context for talking about historical figures,” John replies.
Bruce is half listening. “Wait, if there’s something before Boomers, what came before that? And what comes after Gen Z? Where is my phone? I need to Google this immediately.” He walks out of the room and into the kitchen.

Both Zach and John stare at his ass as he goes.
“Thank god he’s pretty, at least,” John mutters.
“Yeah, seriously,” Zach replies.

______________________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

theperfectgiantbutt:

Otis stares at the picture for far too long and texts back. “Putting off your chores are we?”
“No, I’m done! I cleaned the floor, and now I’m rolling on it in front of the mirror. I like how I look in this jock strap, I wanted to see how it looks from the bottom.”
“It looks quite squishy in the best way possible,” Otis responds back. “The black is perfect color against your skin.”
“Thank you, I like it too. I could wear this all day, it fits so well. Although rolling on the floor makes me feel like I’m Madonna…although this isn’t quite a wedding dress. Can I have a wedding dress?” 
“You’re a rather unusual boy aren’t you?”
“LOL. Mother used to say I’m ‘special’.” 
“Your mother was right.”
“Oh oh Otis! Can I have a wedding dress? I’ll go as Madonna for Halloween!!”
“Oh dear god in heaven, Michael. Don’t- I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you – there is a strong chance you won’t make it outside until Thanksgiving.”
Michael laughs at his phone. “Well you can defile me in it first so I look properly mussed. It’ll help with the ‘80s hair. OH OTIS. You know what this means. You have to go as Boy George.”
Otis groans out loud. “No, Michael, no. Why not Bon Jovi? or George Michael”
“Because your hair is too long, you’d have to cut it. And they’re not distinguishable enough. You’re perfect for Boy George. Boy George and Boy Madonna – it’s absolutely perfect. Please please please?”

Otis was rubbing his temples when his phone rang. “Oh hi Roy…. No, no bother. I am at work, but I’m taking a break in the garden. Just talking to Michael…. Oh Michael? He’s fine, but clearly losing his mind. He wants to go as Madonna for Halloween, and he wants me to go as Boy George, which will never work …why are you laughing? No, don’t agree with him! No, we will not encourage this. …I’m sorry, what do you mean that you can go as Axl Rose? Fuck, you would be perfect as him too…”

___________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

vallentiro14:

Raine adjusted his tie and watched the lad sleep. The way his butt cheek was peeping out of the blankets was like a fresh loaf of bread, and Raine rather wanted to smack it. But it contradicted his desire to watch the boy sleep.

For this business trip, he’d finally indulged in one of those services where you show up in your hotel room and there’s a beautiful boy of your specifications waiting for you. Raine had low expectations, but now he was thinking of getting a subscription. What a fine specimen this one was – what was his name? Matt He’d had some training, that’s for sure. And stamina. Something about New York lads, they had so much spirit.

Raine lamented that Matt wouldn’t here when he got back. He took a last look, picked up his briefcase, and put his hand on the door knob.

“Are you leaving?”
Raine paused with the door open an inch and looked over his shoulder. “Oh you’re awake. Sadly, yes. I have a meeting. Stay as long as you’d like, order room service. Use the spa. Whatever you’d like. You earned it last night.”
Matt lifted his head. “Mnnf. I appreciate that, but shame I don’t have time to suck you off again this morning.”
Raine sighed in regret. “Are you free tonight?”
“I have another appointment, but it’s late. I’m actually going to a baseball game tonight, if you want to come with me.”
Raine raises an eyebrow. “The Mets game?”
“Yeah.”
He began to chuckle. “My clients are taking us there tonight. They have a box.”
Matt grinned. “Shall we randomly run into each-other and misbehave?”
“I quite like you New York boys.” Raine put his foot in the door, set down the briefcase, and pull out a business card. He set it on the desk near the door. “Text me. And if you want to be paid for your time, that can be arranged.”
“Ohhhh no I love this kind of shit, I’m doing this for free.”
Raine raised an eyebrow. “You are trouble, I can tell. I need to get going Matt. Enjoy your morning.”
“I will, even though my mouth is empty.” Matt blew Raine a kiss.
Raine could not believe that such dirty words came out such cherubic lips on an angelic face. It was hard to leave him behind.

He was right about Matt being trouble though. Raine checked his phone during a break in the meeting, and discovered Matt had been sending him photos of him masturbating on the hotel sheets. Raine had trouble explaining to his co-workers why he was smirking in a meeting about finance.

__________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

vallentiro14:

Tommy checked his neck. No hickey evident. Or at least, it wouldn’t show up for a while. He washed his mouth out in the sink and splashed water over his face. He had go take another client named Mr. Montoya in an hour, and then after that he had his weekly fuck with the Luke the Lacrosse Jock who was a year above in college.
Since Tommy was driving, he decided he could get away with not changing before he went over to Mr. Montoya’s house – not like he had the time to change anyway, and he had a feeling the torn jeans would get Mr. Montoya excited. He liked the narrative of Tommy being a horny university co-ed flitting around the neighborhood and college campus with the energy of a hummingbird seeking a different kind of nectar. 

Tommy dried his face. He liked these jeans, but had a feeling they couldn’t be saved. Maybe Luke had an extra pair. They were almost the same height, and Luke had been getting bulked up lately and his thighs were getting solid. No way denim could contain those tree trunks. Tommy decided not to stress about his pants. The pocket was still intact, and it held the cash he earned just the same. He applied some moisturizer he found on the counter to his face and left the bathroom. 

Mr. Royce met him in the hallway. “Cleaned up?”
“Yes sir.”
“Sorry again against your jeans. Little embarrassed about that. You turn me into an animal. Which at my age, is not that frequent.”
Tommy grinned. “I enjoy your enthusiasm. Makes me feel sexy.”
Mr. Royce cupped Tommy’s exposed buttcheck. “You are sexy. It’s so effortless though, it drives me crazy how you don’t have to try.”
“Oh I definitely try in bed though. You get out what you put in, in my opinion. What’s the law – for every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction?”
Mr. Royce laughed. “Well that’s not the normal way my students retain and apply the knowledge I give them, but hey, you’re retaining it. So I’m pleased to hear that.”

Tommy beamed under the praise. “Well how could I not pay attention? My physics teacher is a stud who has a great cock. But with all that talk of mass and thrust and friction, I think you’re just unaware how horny physics is.”
Mr. Royce laughed harder “God you’re too much. You’re making my stomach hurt.”
“Sorry, sorry. Just really absorbing my lessons you know?” Tommy said. 
“You’re absorbing something, that’s for sure.”
“For sure. I’ll get going though, stop driving you nuts. I’ll see you in class on Tuesday?”
“Sure thing. There’s gonna be a pop quiz by the way, but I think you’ve studied enough.”
Tommy shook his butt a little. “I’ll put this in a chair and hit the books anyway. Teacher would be so disappointed in me if I failed his class.”
“You didn’t agree to sleep with me just to pass?”
Tommy scoffed. “No. I want to pass on my own merit. I want to be a modern twink – dumb face, big ass, smart brain.”

Mr. Royce covered his face with his hand as his chest heaved with amusement. “Oh god, I can’t stop laughing. You have to go, my eyes are watering. Go on, I want to see walk to your car with your pants torn like that. Go on you trouble maker, go.”

Tommy put his bag on his shoulder and giggled as he was playfully pushed out the door. “Alright, alright. Bye Mr. Royce! See you Tuesday! Thanks for the tutoring!”

__________________________
Captions are fictional.

Gallery
by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

Are you working from home today? Konrad texted Elias.
I am. What’s up?
Can I come over during your lunch break? 
Sure. Bring some Vietnamese food, I’ll pay you back. Elias texted back
Konrad agreed.

He came over, knocked.
“Come in!” Elias called.
Konrad did and set the food on the side table. “Hey Elias.”
Elias came out of his office. “Hey there.”
“Heeey. I’m glad you’re free today.”
“Always nice to see you.” They exchanged a kiss, but it wasn’t a peck. Konrad pushed to deepen it.
“Woah,” Elias breathed. “I guess you are happy to see me. Do you need more than lunch sweetheart?” 
Konrad nodded sheepishly and plucked at Elias’s shirt.
“Come here.” 
They exchanged a deeper kiss. Elias pushed his hand up Konrad’s shirt. Konrad’s hand drifted south to cup Elias between the legs. Konrad began to feel warm. 
“Ok, ok sweetheart. Let’s not do this by the door. Come to my bedroom, I’ll take care of you.” 
“I’m so horny,” Konrad whimpered.
Elias chuffed at the pitiful tone in his voice. “I’ll fix that.” Elias had a feeling this was going to a long lunch – but a welcome distraction from spreadsheets. 

____________________
Captions are fictional.