Old Chinese food, condiments, peanut butter, spoiled yogurt, and a nearly empty carton of milk….yep. I need a houseboy.
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Model is Ashley Parker.
Tag: dat bulge
I woke up to an empty bed, a bit annoyed because I intended to have a good cuddle before breakfast. Visions of passionate coupling, edging, and kissing filled my head. It was just “great sex” for a while until I discovered he spoke some foreign language and whispered the dirtiest things in my ears. I shot a huge load, then a second and a third after long sessions of edging and knob polishing. My cockhead was still sensitive, but I felt refreshed, light as a feather even. My balls felt light as balloons.
But where was my one-night stand? It was barely past dawn! Had he left? I bolted out bed and jogged through the house. What I saw in the kitchen stopped me in my tracks. There he was, bathed in the golden morning sun. Every skin cell in his tanned, gym sculpted body seemed to glow from the inside out. He was leaning casually against my counter, providing a beautiful silhouette of his pillowy pecs, protruding posterior, and um… wow. Tighty whities do not hide a thing, and his cock looked full and impressive tucked away safe and clean in his underwear. I was instantly jealous of the cotton. The man was an impossible ode to physical perfect and male beauty. Even his day-after scruff is flawless! I gave one of those dreamy, Disney sighs.
I began to wonder what liquid courage I drank last night that made me go up and talk to this guy. He was out of my league. BEYOND out of my league. Out of my orbit. …Shit, what was his name?
“Good morning,” I purred as I strode into the kitchen.
He turned his head and a smile crinkled his eyes. “Oh you’re up. Did I wake up?”
“I woke up cause my bed was empty.” I caressed his shoulder, then kissed it.
“I’m sorry. I was utterly gross, and I didn’t want you to see me unshowered. I was worried I’d wake you if I got back into bed.” He folded the paper and set it on the counter.
“Quite alright. You’re still here. I’m glad you stayed.”
He gave me a gentle kiss. I wished I brushed my teeth.
The stranger raised a thick eyebrow at me. “You’re not gonna kick me out? Most of my one night stands don’t like reminders of their inhibitions standing around..”
I scoffed. “Well they’re fools.” I pulled open my cabinets and my fridge, looking for things. I had no idea what I was making yet, but I was definitely cooking this man breakfast.
“Fools?” he repeated with a smile.
“Well…well yes,” I stammer. I never wanted to cook breakfast for any man before, and it wasn’t just in thanks. Something about his presence made me feel like I had to serve him, that I wanted his respect and appreciation. Maybe it was because of my low-esteem but Christ, I wanted him to validate me to eternity and back. “That was easily the best sex of my life last night,” I admitted. “I thought it was great by itself, and then you start speaking in this language and holy god that turned me on so bad. I feel so fucking energized this morning. Hell it wasn’t sex, it was some sort of cleansing ritual.”
“Oh god stop,” he groaned with a chuckle. “I’m so embarrassed. And you’re being way too kind.”
“Pft!” I replied, putting pans on the stove. “I don’t know what planet you grew up on, but when a drop-dead gorgeous man gives you the best dicking of your life, you want him to stay for breakfast. …You will stay right?”
He perked up and rubbed my hip with his hand. “You’re realy going to cook for me?”
I realized I should really have asked what this walking statue was called. “If you tell me what your name is,” I said sheepishly, “Because I don’t think it’s ‘oh god’.”
The man laughed again, a hearty, healthy sound. I was smitten. “We kind of skipped that formality hm? My name is Avid, like David without the D.”
He pronounced it, “ah-veed”. It sounded plenty exotic. “What nationality is that?”
“Persian. That was Farsi I was speaking in.”
“Farsi? Well, you are welcome to teach me some of that.”
Avid’s eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked at me. “Just might do that. And you are…?”
I set the bag of flour on the counter. “Oh! Right, sorry. Name’s Hank, which I don’t really like, so most everyone calls me Mitch, after my middle name, Michael.”
“Why not Michael?” Avid inquired.
“It’s my dad’s name. Gets confusing.”
“You Americans have so many names! Like some sort of spy.”
I chuckled, then moved onto cracking eggs into a bowl.
“Are you really making me breakfast…?” Avid asked, coming up behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist.
“Yes, I am.”
Avid reached up and began to twirl his fingers in the curls at the base of my neck. My knees felt weak. “You really know how to take care of a man.”
I sat up a little straighter at the praise. “I…like to think so.”
“I like that,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. “You Americans eat dessert after breakfast?”
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“In this household we do.”
Avid made a noise of satisfaction. He smacked my butt. I yelped. “Make a big breakfast. You’re gonna need the calories.” He said. My dick began to harden.
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Text is fictional. This is Pablo Hernandez.
“See? Look at this huge boner I got. Are you gonna come over now and fix it or what? And while you’re here, can you clean my apartment? I’m fucking hopeless without you.”
“…Yeah you are. Your roommates must be out for the day.”
“Yeah they’re gone for the weekend, as is my girlfriend. No one will know. I’ll sneak you in.”
I stare at my phone. I don’t get it. He’s so in denial he’s not even acknowledging the closet exists. As long as he gets his blowjobs, he doesn’t see it as cheating or whatever. I sigh. I already know I’m going over there. He has a perfect cock and a damn amazing body. What do I get out of it? Frustrating him. Making him horny and needy, making him think about sex, and dangling my hot ass right in front him. He’s gonna snap one of these days, jump my bones, and fuck my brains out. Once he does, he’ll be addicted and I’ll be able to manipulate him however I want.
“Alright, give me a minute to clean up and I’ll come over.”
“Yr amazing.”
Yeah yeah. I set down my phone and dig through my underwear drawer for my best pair of underwear. I’m going to need something sexy to clean in. He’s gonna pay dearly if he thinks he can dismiss me as just a hot mouth. I want him to be unable to keep his eyes off of me. I want to fill his dreams with naked boys and make him wake up confused with sticky sheets. I won’t be happy until I’ve made him break up with his girlfriend. Sometimes I dream about locking up his cock and making him beg me for release. That seems only fitting. It would be a good way to correct his entitled behavior. I hum to myself as I slide on my best pair of Aussiebums. It’s gonna be a fun afternoon.
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Text is fictional.
Taut and drawn.
Pitzintekutli Xochipilli / México
Fotografía Carlos Quezada
Yes, this boy’s full name is Pitzintekutli Xochipilli Méndez Zenteno. Apparently he goes by Pitzintekutli Mendezi. I found a video of him doing an audition here and nailing it. Mexico is lucky to have this beautiful, talented creature representing them in the classical dance world.
Happy Halloween Tumblr 😉 *wags* #sexirobin
Why were you not in Los Angeles last night??
“Mmmnng. Mnnng.” Kevin grumps, waking up. He rumples his hair. “What happened?” Kevin wracks his brain. He remembers a handsome face at the bar, a beautiful lithe body, and a plump cock that he played with for hours and that ass… he sniffs the air. Cum. Lube. Sex. “Nng…”
Suddenly, the bathroom door opens and from the darkness steps the boy from his dreams. He stares at the lad from under a mop of ruffled hair.
“Oh hey there cowboy, you’re up?”
“What time is it?” Kevin slurs.
“About 2 in the afternoon. Hard to tell. There’s no windows in here.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Lucien. You picked me up from the bar last night cause I needed a ride. Also, I needed a ride home. You gave me both those things.”
Lucien saunters forward. Kevin watches his hips roll; he was wearing clingy underwear in sky blue. Lucien ruffles his hair and Kevin’s hands gravitate toward his hips. “I remember the sex. The sex was very good,” Kevin says.
“It usually is with me,” Lucian replies with a smirk. “Lucky you, I usually charge a lot for access to my ass-”
Kevin jerks his head up. “You’re a prostitute?” He immediately regrets the tone he used when saying that.
Lucien tilts his jaw down and purses his lips in thought. “I rather like the term "boywhore”. It makes me feel fancy.“ He could only keep a straight face for a moment, then he giggles childishly into his wrist. "Yes, I take men on the side, but not tonight. I was just plain-ol horny and you looked fun. Plus, you got me halfway back to Cordova.”
Kevin wonders if this brown haired boy is some sort of demon or something because just listening to him talk was mesmerizing, and his cock was beginning to stir again. “Well uh…I drank a lot last night, and to be honest, I probably shouldn’t have been driving, but we actually overshot Cordova by like 10 minutes. We’re in my friend’s crashpad in Spring Creek.”
Lucien grins. “See? Being a slut gets you far!”
Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll take you back, don’t worry. I gotta head back up that way to get to the highway anyway.” He works his fingers into the elastic of Lucien’s underwear. “No real rush though…don’t have work until Monday.”
“What do you do?” Lucien asks, still combing his fingers through Kevin’s tangled hair.
“I work at the Dr Pepper bottling plant. Was in West Virginia helping my aunt move.”
“That’s nice of you,” Lucien notes. “You know you can pull those down if you like.”
“Mmmn I think I will,” Kevin says, cupping Lucien and pushing his cock around with the fabric between them. “In a moment.” Lucien breaths slowly and softly as Kevin plays with him. He can hear crickets or cicadas outside, some loud little insect things.
“What’s it like being a prostitute?” Kevin inquires.
“Hmm…” Lucien exhales. “I get laid for a living. I couldn’t ask for anything more. The money’s great, I meet interesting people and hear about their life stories. You wouldn’t believe how different a penis can look. And god, some people have ugly testicles.”
Kevin laughs in earnest. “Now I wonder what you think about mine…”
“I can’t remember – I drank so much. Let me see?”
Kevin pulls his underwear aside so they fall out.
“Decent enough. Good shape.”
“I like yours more,” Kevin replies, putting his away and turning his attention back to Lucien’s body. He tugs down the elastic hem and enjoys the sight of the young man’s genitalia. “You are gorgeous.”
Lucien smiles. “They all say that too.”
“Do you get tired of being fawned on?” Kevin asks, wrapping his hand around Lucien’s cock.
“Oh yes, for sure. But I think if the praise stopped and the customers stopped, I would get horribly depressed. I need the attention.” Lucien adds a Southern-belle tone to his voice. “Without it, then I’m just a sad lonely homo from Cordova.”
Kevin chuffs. “God you’re funny. That turns me on so bad.”
Lucien pushes Kevin down back onto the bed and straddles his thighs. He arches his back and rubs the underside of his hard shaft against Kevin’s clothed bulge. Kevin groans and squeezes his fingers into Lucien’s hips again. “Oh I like that…” he breaths.
Lucien moves again and again until dark spots of moisture began to appear on the fabric from the cock trapped inside. “Hey Kevin.”
“Mmhh.”
“Tell me I’m ugly, I want to see if I can stay hard.”
Kevin blinks at him. “What?”
“Tell me I’m ugly.” Lucien is grinning like a fool. “Tell me what an ugly, dirty boy, I am.” He punctuates this by leaning over Kevin and grinding his pelvis against the man’s own.
A moan escapes Kevin’s lips. He steals a kiss from Lucien and tries to think through the fog of arousal.
“We- well,” he began, trying to think of how to respond to this as he gazed up at Lucien’s sweet face. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can. Make stuff up if you have to.”
“You’re um. Your eyes are a bit far apart. You have a cowlick on your eyebrow. One of your ears is a bit… larger than the other?”
Lucien’s eyes were sparkling. “More!” he insists, never breaking stride.
“I – I don’t know! You’re too skinny! You need to eat a sandwich. A – a meat sandwich. With like, really fatty bacon in it! I bet you only appreciate really gross condiments like Miracle Whip. White boys love Miracle Whip.”
Lucien loses it and dissolves into giggles. ‘What the hell Kevin?“
Kevin was starting to get a hang of this. "You sound like a goose when you laugh. Your cock leans slightly to the left. Your eyes are the color of … of…pond water! You’re far too sexy for your own good and your ass is like a bowl of jello. Not like, the good red Jello either – the weird green shit that tastes like Windex.”
Lucien had to stop because he was laughing too hard. “Ok ok stop! I can’t. I give up, I can’t do this. Wait – how do you know what Windex tastes like?” It took him a minute to catch his breath. His diaphragm hurt. “Oh god, look I’m getting soft.”
Kevin’s cheeks ache from smiling. “I wounded its pride. Sorry buddy, there’s nothing wrong about leaning to the left.” He gives Lucien’s cock a sympathy pat.
Something about that set Lucien off again and he rolls off of Kevin, clutching his sides. “Oh god Kevin! Stop! I can’t!”
Kevin sits up and moves on top of Lucien and tickles him until they were both screaming and wrestling like little children. Neither heard the footsteps until the door opens. Light floods the room, making them both squint.
“Hey, keep it down in here! I told you Kevin, you could use this room if you kept quiet. I got the game on.”
“S- sorry,” Kevin stammers.
John shuts the door with a humph and stormed off.
Lucien looks at Kevin, bewildered. “When you said this was your buddy’s crash pad, I didn’t actually think he was home.”
Kevin shrugs. “Me neither.”
There was a pause, and they began to snicker again. Lucien took a big breath. “God, my sides hurt. Will you fuck me now so I can go home?”
“Oh you bet,” Kevin smirks, shucking off his underwear. He pins Lucien to the bed, rolls a condom on, and parts Lucien’s legs. Lucien is warm and smells like clean air after a good rain; Kevin nibbles his shoulder and ear as he enjoys the grip of the the boy’s body. He is dripping with sweat by the time he is done thrusting in and out of Lucien’s tight little ass. The lad really makes him work for the orgasm. Kevin ejaculates in a gush, breaks their kiss, and collapses on top of him. “You know, it’s gonna be hard going back to work knowing what a weekend I had.”
“Oh pshaw,” Lucien says once he catches his breath. “You’re gonna tell everyone you fucked some Southern darling to hide your sexuality and when they ask how pretty she was, you’ll say -” Lucien changes his voice to a Texan accented one now – “well, hell if I know, boys, she was so ugly I fucked her backwards with the lights off. Name was Paperbag Betty.”
Kevin laughs until he wheezes. “Shit, Lucien. Paperbag Betty. Christ, I’m gonna have to remember that. Alright Betty, get up. We both need showers and a good hot meal. Then I will regretfully leave you in Cordova and we shall part.”
“Send me some freshly bottled Dr Pepper would ya?”
“I …think I can arrange that,” Kevin says. “Or you could come try it yourself.”
“They pay you that much?” Lucien teases.
“Oh is how that is?”
“Yes, that’s how it is. I hope you understand.”
“I do, and I consider myself a lucky man you fancied me at that bar.”
Lucien pauses. “…God, what bar was that again?”
“…Christ, I can’t remember!”
The laughter begins yet again, and they were both in the shower together by the time John came to bang on the door.
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Text is fictional. I really wish I had another word for “laughter”, sheesh. Lucien is one of my reoccurring characters. Source of this photo unknown.
Todd told himself he would stop flirting with boys on the N train. He really meant it this time. But that boy across from him is damn adorable, and definitely flirting. Todd convinces himself that it’s OK to break his rule this one time because the other guy started it first. Clearly. Todd licks his teeth and enjoys eyefucking the other stranger back, marveling at the sight of the half-chub between his legs wrapped tight in blue denim. When the cutie gets off at his stop, Todd follows him all the way home and into his bed. No bait and switch here – that bulge was just as advertised.
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Text is fictional. One of these guys is Ben Baur and this is from the web series Hunting Season.
“No…sit. Sit. Stay. Stay still. No wiggling. Good boy. Eyes up on me. Eyes. Up. Oh good boy. You look so cute today, puppy. You can lick my crotch after I’m done with my coffee. Not before. You’ve done cursed yourself – you made me such a damn good cup of coffee, I wanna enjoy it nice and slow. Ah-! No wiggling. That’s it.” sip “Man, you are adorable. I love having a houseboy and pup in one. mm what do you call that? A housepup?”
Bark!
“That’s what I thought. You’re such a good housepup, Cortado.” sip “ Hey, how on earth are you staying so still but your tail is wagging?”
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Text is fictional. Model is Todd Sanfield of underwear company www.toddsanfield.com. ‘Cortado’ is a coffee term.
There was a knock. “Oh he’s early.”
I answered the door.
“Steven?” the young man asks.
“No, I’m not Steven, I’m Jesse. Jesse is… a little tied up right now, but he gave me cash to pay you. We’re sharing the Thai food anyway.”
The delivery man handed over the food. I accepted it with a smile and gave him cash. “Yes, thank you, keep the change, good night.” I shut the door and turned my attention back to my roommate.
“Mpphhhgnnng phhnng!”
“Yes, love, he remembered your Thai iced tea. Now…let’s get back to that bulge of yours, I think it needs some attention.”
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Text is fictional. Source is watermark.
An amalgamation of alabaster, ruby, and grace.
(Source. “New Zealand School of Dance student Kase Craig was awarded second place in the National Ballet Award.”)