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“So anyway,” Tanner lights the clove cigarette. “He begs me to come on this trip. It’s a LBGT friendly resort. Clothing option. It’ll be fun, he says, off the grid, river fun, camping, you name it. And yeah, it’s a lot of fun being stuck out in the woods after you catch your boyfriend sleeping with another guy he met last night.”
“That really sucks. Did he drive here?”
“Yep.” Tanner exhales. “I’m gonna see if I can find an early ride out.”
“Are you not enjoying the camping experience?”
“I mean, I was having a good time. I was even starting to feel glad I came. Stupid me. Now every time I’m at camp it’s awkward as hell.”
“Well, why don’t you come join our campsite?”
Tanner looks at me and takes another drag. “Yours? But there’s like four people in your group.”
“We got two tents, Maureen puts the seats down and sleeps in her car, so I got a lot of room in mine. We got more than enough food, chip in if you want. Just bring your sleeping bag. Or you know, share mine.”
Tanner chuckles. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t think it was too forward of me to ask. You have a stunning body.”
The corner of Tanner’s mouth lifts a little. “Why thank you. You know, Will always compared himself to me. He liked to say negging things like – oh my shirt is a little loose on you, oh I think you can lift this, but if you can’t, I got it.” He exhaled. “What did I ever see in that douchebag.”
“Maybe you were blinded by his winning smile.”
Tanner snorts. “Maybe.” He puts the cigarette out. “Alright, if it’s ok with your camp friends, I’d like to join your group. I’ll pay you back with my butt.”
I caress it with my hand and move my palm down his thigh. “Incredible. Solid beef.”
Tanner blushes. “Thank you. Um, if I may ask…what happened to your leg?”
“Motorcycle accident. My foot was basically detached and the ankle was destroyed so they took it below the knee.”
“Wow. Looks cool though.”
I gesture to the part where it attaches to my body. “There’s sensors in here that read the electrical impulses from my muscles and move with me. It’s incredible.”
Tanner whistles. “Wow, before I was going to tell everyone this trip was defined by being cheated on, but now I get to tell everyone I slept with a bionic man.”

I grin. “Well you have to actually sleep with me before you say that.”

Tanner stands up and stretches. “I think that’ll be a fun post S’mores activity don’t you think?”
“Kissing you will be delicious.”
Tanner smiles. “I like you. I’m glad we met. What’s, um, what’s your name again?”

I laugh. “Valentin. Most people call me Val.”
“Nice to meet you Val.” We shake hands. 
“I’m gonna go get my stuff.”
“I’ll come help.”

We walk off chatting. Tanner seems to be in a much better mood. I hang back a bit to stare at his ass. I can’t believe my luck – his ex had to be an idiot for letting this boy go!

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“Good morning people of Italy! Hello, yes. I got laid last night! Yes, I did. You ma’am, you should get laid tonight. I highly recommend it. You too Sir!”

Giacomo walks into the bedroom. “Dio mio, George, what are you doing?”
“Talking to the locals.”
“These are my neighbors, you silly lad.”
George grins. “They need to know you’re a stud.”
Giacomo blushes. “They don’t need to know that. Especially Mrs. Russo.”
“But you are so good in bed and we don’t have a town crier, so what am I supposed to do?”
Giacomo pulls George close and reaches back to cup his buttcheeks in each hand. “I’ll have to fuck you until you scream raw or I can gag you.”
George gasps. “Is both an option?”
“It is. Tell me, how long is your tourist visa again?”
“30 days, but my flight leaves in four days.”
Giacomo thinks. “Extend it. I’ll take you to the country. We can fuck in a very lovely field and my mum will make you fat.”
George smiles. “Will there be locals I can brag to?”
“Well some, but every time you open your mouth, my mum will put food in it, so I think we’re safe.”
“I think I like this idea. Consume calories, burn calories.” George chews on his lip. “You’re ok being attached to a bumbling, horny, American tourist for the next week?”
“If by attached, you mean because my cock is in you? Yes. And I like having you around. You’re entertaining. You comment on everything with wonder…even sometimes when you’re not supposed to. Where are you from again?”
George makes a face. “Flower Mound, Texas.”
“What is a mound?” Giacamo tilts his head.
“A very small hill.”
“What a strange name for a town. Do flowers not grow anywhere else?”
”Oh they do.”
“How strange. Is it an ok place to live?”
George thinks. “It’s safe, middle class, and boring. And there aren’t hot Italian men there who seduce me at discos and lure me into their rooms with bread and wine.”
“Sounds like a sad place for a mound,” Giacomo says. He kisses George on the lips. “I need to inform you that you need a bath, young man. Come, I have the best soap to lather you up in.”
“mmnnmmnn. Can we eat bread and drink wine after?”
“Yes we can. With cheese, of course.”
“God I love Italy.”
“I do my best to represent my nation.”
George pecks Giacomo on the lips again. “I feel very welcomed.”

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Taylor stopped making out with Derrick. “Woah.”
“W-what?” Derrick stammered.
Taylor pushed his hands down Derrick’s jeans and squeezed with both hands. “You’re not underwear.”
“Um. No. I’m not.” Derrick smiled.
“You haven’t been wearing underwear the whole time? Like during our whole date?”
“Nope. Left the house without em on.”
“Why?”
Derrick looked amused. “A reward for you to find if things went well on our date.”
Taylor worked his mouth once or twice. “Wow. That is so hot. And I – I am so hard right now, it’s incredible.”
Derrick grinned. “Where’s your bed?”
Taylor made a gesture to his left. “Can’t we just – right here?”
“Your knees are going to give out with what I’m going to do to you, so I want you on the bed.”
Taylor whimpered and he flushed. “I – um. I think I came a little.”
Derrick cupped Taylor between the legs. “You’re still hard. Fuck, that is so hot. Come on, show me where the bedroom is.”
“Yeah uh, right, right this way,” Taylor stammered.

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“Bwuh?” JP rubbed his face. “Where – where am I? Who are you?”
Chris turned. “Oh hey you’re up! I thought you’d sleep through the night. You passed out at the festival. You seemed to be alone so I brought you home.”
JP stared at him. “Is that why I still feel drunk?”
“Yep.”
”Where’s my phone?”
”Charging.” Chris gestured.
JP blinked slowly. “Who are you?”
Chris pouted a little. “You don’t remember? We were grinding together on the dance floor for like an hour. My name’s Chris. I was wearing bunny ears.”
“I remember bass music that wouldn’t quit. And I remember a very hot guy with an ass that wouldn’t quit and wanting to be alone with him,” JP slurred.
“Oh you do remember me then!” Chris winked. “Bravo. Here let me get you some water. And an aspirin. You need to sleep this off.”
“I …uh, I should go home..” JP tried to get off the sofa and fell off immediately with a thud. “Ow.”
Chris shook his head. “Honey you can’t stand up. Here.” He helped JP back onto the sofa. He was heavy and strong. “Oof, ok big boy.”
JP splayed out on the pillows. “My hero.” He smiled.
Chris tried not to flush. “Just helpin out a fellow raver. Stay there, I’mma go get you water.”
JP just waved at him. The room was spinning. He watched Chris walk out of the room. That ass was like hypnotizing him. He was drifting off when Chris came back.
“Pedialyte. Aspirin.”
JP took them immediately. “I’m gonna go to sleep now. You’ll be here in the morning?”
“Yes sweetheart, I live here.”
“Good.”
Chris waited a moment. JP was staring at him. “Anything else?”
JP smiled. “You’re pretty. And I do like your ass.” And then he rolled over and went to sleep.
Chris blushed again. “Well. What a nice piece of dead weight you are.” Chris hoped JP would remember everything in the morning. His life would feel unfinished if they never got to fuck.

JP’s phone chimed. Chris went to look at it. There was another message from JP’s roommate Laura. “Is he doing ok still?”
Chris unplugged the phone and carefully used JP’s thumb to unlock it. He responded. “Yep. He woke up for a moment, so I gave him some electrolytes and an aspirin. I don’t think he’s gonna puke. Just needs to sleep it off.”
“Awesome. I’m going to bed now, but you can call if you need to. Thanks beautiful stranger!”
Chris smiled. “You’re welcome. Sweet you care about your roomie.” When Chris had plugged in the dead phone earlier, he’d found Laura’s panicked texts about how JP hadn’t come home after the dance festival ended.
“Of course. JP just went through a bad break up and this festival was supposed to be him celebrating being single, so I’m lookin’ out for him.”
“Oh he celebrated all right!” Chris responded.
Laura texted back: “LOL he sure did. Ok thanks, sleep well, good night~”
Chris wrote back a ‘good night’ message and put the phone back on the charger. He glanced at the hunk sleeping on his sofa in flamingo-printed shorts and digested this new information.

JP was single, gay, cute, and clearly hadn’t been laid in a while. Oh the odds were so very good that he’d get laid tomorrow morning. Chris liked those odds a lot. He did a little dance as he went to his room.

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Vic gazed out the window. He glanced at the cash in his hand again. Dan had paid him 20% less and hid the smaller bills in the larger one. “Hmmm. Yeah. I’m going to blackmail him ” Vic snapped a photo out the window with his phone that showed Dan in profile and saved the condom from the trash.  “He’s the band’s tour manager…this has to pay well.” Vic felt conflicted though. He loved the Death Arrows – hell he’d driven 3 hours to see their show- and knew that negative PR would impact them. But if that guy was undercutting him, what was he doing to the Death Arrows? Vic wondered.

It had been a fortuitous coincidence to run into Dan at that bar near the venue. Vic recognized him from the band’s Instagram photos. Now Vic was also wondering if Dan was there just to pick up fans… gross. The guy did ask Vic how old he was. Well, Vic thought, at least I got some money out of it at least. Paid for gas and some of his hotel room.

It took Vic a couple minutes to find who managed the Death Arrows, and to locate a phone number for their office. Vic glanced at his watch. Check out time was soon. No rush. He went to take a shower. He’d grab some lunch and place the call before his drive home. He’d spend the shower imagining what to say. Before he got into the spray, Vic snapped a selfie in the bathroom showing his back in the foggy mirror; his round ass cheeks were peeking over the counter.

Vic opened Twitter. “Went to see the Death Arrows, got picked up last night after the show by a tour guy who ripped me off! Been a fun adventure Tacoma. Oh so much fun.” Vic posted it and smirked. Now the stage was set. What was a good Death Arrows lyric for this situation? Hm. Oh yes. “Sometimes it’s little bit fun to be a little bit bad.”

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I dress and watch him. He’s stretching, enjoying the sun on his skin. We’re a little late this morning. We had some quick sex before a shower. He’s glowing and energetic. Ready to face his work  – letting the chickens out, gathering eggs, feeding the horse, and getting the newspaper. He’ll make breakfast. I’ll make the bed, put in laundry, make tea, and we’ll eat together. Then I’ll head into my office in the backyard to work, he’ll go into his ceramics studio, and we’ll regroup for a game of badminton before lunch.

He finishes his stretches and moves to head out.
“Reggie?” I say, catching him mid-step.
“Yessir?”
“Are you happy here? I mean, do you miss the city at all? Your previous lifestyle?”
Reginald raises an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?”
“Cause like you make me so happy I feel sick sometimes, and I just can’t help but feel a bit guilty my happiness may come at expense of your own.”
Reginald smiles. “It doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with you, Sir.”
A lump forms in my throat. “But you have to miss things a little bit…”
Reggie thinks. “I miss take out. And I miss the convenience of popping to the store for things. And the clubs. But then I remember I have my own horse, and I can walk around naked without the neighbors complaining, and I’m eating veg from my garden. I can always go to the clubs on a city visit, like we did last month-” he points at me. I nod. “But at the end, I like coming home here. To our home.”
“Ah. Well that’s good.” I manage to choke that out around the growing lump.
“Just good?” Reginald teases me.
“Very good. Great – it’s, it’s great. Better than uh, great.”
Reginald giggles. He walks back up to give me a hug. I sigh in contentment as his bare body presses against mine. I embrace him back tight. He’s even warmer than this morning.
“I love you,” Reggie says.
“I love you too.” I reply
He squeezes my arm and flashes a little smile. “Better not keep the chickens waiting or they will be cross if they’re not let out.” I wave him off. He kisses the corner of my mouth and floats off. I sigh. I stare at the void he left in the room with wistfulness.

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Craig watched Harrison’s houseboy rinse off after grilling dinner on a humid summer night. “Damn, Harrison, I can’t get over the ass on your boy. Just what a fine specimen.”
“Why thank you Craig. I do enjoy having him around, I’ve enjoyed every second of him being in my service.”
Jack spoke up. “I admire the restraint you have Harrison, cause I’d spend all day playing with that body of his…or having him sit on my lap while I’m working.”
“He can’t get his chores done sitting on my lap, and I would never get any work done with him there anyway.”
The other two men chuckled.
“Something so satisfying about a good houseboy. Like, society didn’t carve out a place for them, but we knew they are god-given so we carved a place out for them – and they came to us.” Jack leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Are you getting spiritual there Jack?” Craig asked.
“Hey if the higher power created houseboys in his own image, I’m going to church more.”
Harrison snickered. “Amen to that.” They clinked beer bottles and drank to that.
“Mn,” Craig said as an after thought. “Still a fine ass though.”
“And the calves.” Jack added.
“I like the way his legs are proportioned in kind of an hourglass way.”
“Yeah, the taper around the ankles is nice,” Jack agreed.
Harrison spoke up. “I like the way his thigh muscles cut in around the top of his knees, creates nice shadows.”
“I like the ripples in his back.”
“Shoulders, can’t forget shoulders.”
“Mmnhmm.”
“And a nice personality too. Just always happy to serve.” Jack this time.
“And he does seem to enjoy it. Has a natural knack for it,” Craig piped up.
“Makes good coffee. And doesn’t put too much pepper on the eggs.”
“Makes real good brownies too.”

“You know what I like right now,” Craig gestured. “Is just how red he is turning. Look at his ears.”
Harrison laughed. “What’s that you say? He can hear us?” Well, aren’t we fools gentlemen. Don’t you all know not to flatter your houseboys? Goes to their heads is does. Turns em into divas.”
Craig put his empty bottle down. “We have made a grievous sin. Still. I stand by my first argument: that ass is fine.”
There was a chorus of “mmhmms” and head nods.
“You should be done rinsing off, boy. Turn off the water, and grab Craig another beer,” Harrison instructed.
“Y-yes Sir.” The young man turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He did have quite a red face.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Craig said.
“What?” asked Jack.
“We never talked about the front.”

The houseboy shot Craig a look of exasperation, which made them all laugh. After he got the men a refill of beer, Harrison crooked his finger and the young man curled up on his lap, safe his Master’s arms. When Jack and Craig got into a side conversation about something, Harrison took that moment to whisper in his boy’s ear. “You know, all those things we said were true.” It was delightful to see the houseboy start blushing all over again.

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James used to show at his clients’ houses in high end fashion brands, complete with matching accessories and a touch of make up. He always felt it was a bit silly, considering he’d be naked not long after walking into the door. So with this new client from Texas, James decided to try something else. He went to the thrift store and found a pair of tight black jeans. He threw on a basic white tee shirt that hugged his shoulders. It matched well with his favorite leather boots. A couple simple rings completed the look.

The client groaned upon laying eyes on James. Quickly he was all over him. He peeled that shirt off on the spot. He pulled James onto his lap and soon couldn’t stop rubbing James’ thighs in the denim or cupping his ass.
“Jesus christ, I’m in trouble,” the client muttered.
“Trouble?” James asked.
“Yeah, you’re going to make me very broke.”
James tried not to smirk and failed.

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“How’s this Daddy?”
“My, what a beautiful cupid you are. You are so tan! I see you are enjoying the pool.”
“It’s so nice to lay out when I get back from my grad classes. I can’t tell you how much I love staying with you Daddy.”
“Pft, that’s my line. I love having you in my house. I like the idea of a cute boy walking around my property in a tiny Speedo when I’m not home.”
“Well that definitely happens. But not today. I’ve been naked today.”
“Ooo. You should just stay naked…at least until I get home.”
“I can do that. I was gonna do some yoga. Should I film it?”
“Yes. Yes please. I want to see your muscles in action.”
“But how are you going to focus at work, Daddy?”
“Who says I’m focusing? I’m thinking of what I want to do to you when I get home.”
“Well in that case. Maybe my videos will give you some ideas. I’m going to go get started <3 I need to get started on dinner by 4.”
“Ok, ok fine. I love how you seem to be settling in though. Makes me happy to see you relax.”
“When you fucked me the first time, I remember just splaying out in your bed thinking that I’d forgotten what it was like to relax… you have a gift, Daddy. I’m happy to have met you.”
“Excuse me, gonna go do a manly cry in the bathroom.”
“Oh no Daddy! I’m sorry.”
“No don’t apologize. Never apologize. Go do your yoga. I’m gonna go have feelings.”
“That made me giggle. Love ya Daddy. Send ya videos soon!”

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John was doing his leg exercises and advertising at the same time, but he was still surprised when someone walking past actually snapped his jock strap string! His head jerked back, but the stud was already walking past him with a wink and a wave. John blushed. He had a feeling he’d run into that guy in the locker room later… he increased the weight on the machine and repeated his exercises.

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