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I sighed and flicked through the images I shot on my camera. Generic after generic shot of a famous actor in his skivvies on a stool. Boring boring boring. He had a good body and the sheen of sweat from the heat of the lights was helping but…

I looked around my studio for a prop or something, and what’s when I saw the bucket. It had used it for a country themed shoot a week ago. I barked out an order for my intern to fill it with water. He did, then came back over to ask me what to do with it. I told him to throw it on Jake. My intern gave me a deer-in-head-lights look, as if to say: You want me to throw a bucket of water on Jake Reynolds? THE Jake Reynolds, from hit shows Dr. What and Chess with Chairs? “Yes” I said, “Do it”. So he did.

Jake whooped when the water hit him and tossed his head like a dog. “Shit that feels good!” he laughed. He stretched his arms up and I shot off another couple dozen frames. Now this is what I wanted – very casual, very intimate. That underwear company is gonna sell tons after this runs in GQ. Of course, I’ll be enjoying it myself too, although it is a little narcissistic to be masturbating to your own photographs.

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Text is fictional. I have a source! This is Corey Higgins; the photographer is Calvin Brockington.

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“Am I old enough to fuck now, Daddy?”
I nearly dropped the basket of laundry I was holding. What was he doing in my bed? “Woaaah there, down boy. Where did you get a pair of shorts that small?”
“I bought them online. You said it was important for a boy to show off his assets. I’m ready Daddy, please, I want to screw like all your friends do with their boys. Mark told me his Daddy fucked him outside on a chaise lounge chair yesterday, outside.”
I rub my temples. He’s making this hard. “Boy, you’re still not ready yet, barely old enough, legally…”
“But I am! I’m ready! I want to know what it’s like, I’m sooo horny. When are you going to let me out of my chastity device? I’m ready! Measure me, Daddy you’ll see.”

I give him a look. When I weighed and measured his balls two days ago he wasn’t anywhere near full enough. I humor him though, because he’s frustrated and bored and is damn near irresistible. I get out the little scale and weigh his balls, then record it in my little notebook. With the measuring tape I get a number for how wide around they are. To my surprise… “How the hell have you made such a huge jump?”
He smirks at me, humping my pillow although it’s more to tease me than anything since his cock is all locked up. “I discovered one of my toys had an ‘on’ button.”
“How… you just noticed that?”
He looked a bit sheepish. “Just never really paid attention… but I’ve been playing with it a lot and now I’m all backed up.”

I put my notebook back in the drawer and give him a stare. I place my large hand on his ass cheek and slide my fingers down to between his legs. I cup him, and I can feel the heat even through the thin fabric. I suppress a groan. “You’re very close boy…I think in 48 hours you’ll be ready." 
"4..48 hours?” he cries. “No no now, Daddy now!”
I squeeze his balls in a vice like grip, “Do you want to get punished and have to have that device on another month?”
He gasps and mewls, wiggling in my grip, “N-n-no! No! I’ll be good and wait, but the pressure Daddy it’s so tight in there…”
I release him and sigh a deep, long breath. “You’ve waited this long, 48 more hours will only make it that much more sweeter.”

He pouts at me, knowing he won’t win this. He groans and curls up around the pillow as I put away the laundry. “I wanna be fucked on a chaise lounge,” he grumps.
I chuckle. “You’re so ornery. You’ll get that, one day. Trust me, doesn’t Daddy know what’s best?”
He gives me the cutest look, trying to be mad but failing, “Yes… yes you do.”
“Would you like to pet me for a little bit while I watch the news?”
His face lights up and he practically shoves the remote into my hand.

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Text is fictional…story is set in Luxembourg where the age of consent is 16. I’m 99% sure this model is named Ugo and comes from a website called Teens-Boys-World.com. I’m sure I’m on an FBI watch list now for Googling that, although the website says “All boys in this site is over 18 y.o.”.

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bonermakers:

A squeeze for good luck.

“See you after the game?” Rick grins, lifting and squeezing my bulge before wandering off to join his team. The question is rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t my mouth is too dry to answer. I look around. No one seems to have cared he just groped me – me! Rick Castille just groped me! A guy from my team gave me a thumbs up though.
Oh Rick is so hot, every gay boy, half the bi ones, and some of the straight ones want him. He is all lean muscle and strong legs, angular shoulders and flat stomached, which make his cock look huge pushing out of his shorts.

Underwear flag football is our boarding school’s tradition – there is always lot of cock flashed on the field, sure, which is why I made sure to jack it before hand to prevent any unwanted boners. Rick managed to undo all my hard work though and it takes considerable will to keep it soft. I can still feel his hand cupping and elevating my cock. Sigh.

Oh Rick. I try not to think about blowing him after the game when he’s all dirty and sweaty and his cock is the only clean thing about him. I try not to think about him forcing me up against the cold lockers and fucking me raw. I try not to think about him coming up behind me in the shower and jacking me off. I want him to be my first. I want Rick to pop my cherry. Every gay boy has his boarding school fantasy but… he groped me. Now my brain actually thinks I have a chance.

Oh, it appears we’re on opposite teams. I hope he tackles me… I hope he tackles me and humps in the middle of the field and clai–

FOCUS. Focus. Ok. Game is starting. I am gonna impress the hell out of him, make him horny and come hunting for my body after the game. We’ll celebrate naked, aroused and –

“VICTOR let’s GO!”

I jump six feet into the air. “SORRY! Sorry! I’m comin’! I uh, thought I saw a falcon. Just a crow. Yep. That’s all. I’m coming. Let’s win this!”