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babyboomerdad:

I’ll do that for you!

Henry realized he hadn’t seen Zach in a while, so he had been casually swimming through the party goers looking for him. The holiday party was in full swing, and despite the chill outside, the backyard was also full of people drinking and chatting under the propane heaters he’d rented. Henry had texted Zach a few minutes ago out of gentle concern, and now his phone was vibrating. He was surprised to see it was Facetime request from Zach.

Henry answered it, “Hey, where are you?”
Zach was holding the phone so it framed his face. “Upstairs.”
“What are you doing up there?”
Zach held the phone up so it showed his near-naked reflection in the mirror of Henry’s bedroom. He was bouncing his buttcheek in a teasing and tempting way. “Waiting for you.”
“Ohhh fuck.” Henry quickly hung up. He glanced around to make sure no one else saw that and went upstairs. In his room, Henry found the little minx, waiting patiently on the bed on his stomach. “Oh there you are. What the heck are you doing in my room? Are you jerking off up here?”
“No, I told you, I was waiting for you. I’m stupid horny for some reason, and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want you. I know you just got out of a relationship, but like I’m not asking to be your rebound boy you know? Just want a harmless fuck.”
Henry closed the door behind him. “Man, bottoms have no brain cells,” he chuckled.
Zach looked annoyed. “Ok first of all, rude. Secondly, what do you mean by that?”
“Cause Conner and I broke up because of my friendship with you.”
“What?” Zach gasped.
“He was certain I was cheating on him with you, or I would cheat. Conner didn’t like you in my life – you made him feel threatened. Looks like he was right.”
Zach digested this. “My slut energy caused you guys to break up?”
“Subtlety is not one of your strengths.”
“Um. Oops? Sorry?”
Henry took off his shirt. “You better be an incredible fuck.”
Zach’s eyes went wide. “You’re still going to sleep with me?”
“The entire universe wants me to fuck you, so I will.” Henry unzipped his nice pressed slacks.
The young man watched with unblinking eyes as Henry extracted the jockstrap pouch containing his cock and balls and held it in his hand.
“You can take a cock this size right?”
“Hell yeah I can,” Zach said, although he wasn’t quite he could. He definitely wanted to make it fit even if it stretched him wide. It would fit, one way or another, because there was no way he was saying no to such a nicely wrapped holiday present. “Come over here and let me take off your jock with my teeth.”
That made Henry raise an eyebrow. “Starting to think I should have just skipped dating Conner all together…”

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andrewgrfields:

Taylor Zakhar Perez in MINX | 1.04

“So…are you in the mood?”
“The mood?” Rocky repeated. He rubbed the back of his hair and climbed onto the bed. “I mean, we’re in a motel room…”
“Yeah, but you seem nervous. You still want to go through with it?”
“Well,” Rocky stammered. “Just like. Um. Well. Are you in the mood? Like do you still want to do it with me? Cause like if you don’t I-”
“Get on the bed and lie on your back.”
Rocky raised an eyebrow. “O…kay..” he kicked off his shoes and got on the bed, propping his head up so he could see
Matías standing at the foot of the bed. “Now what?”
“Ask me that question again.”
“Which one?”
Matías tried to suppress his smile. “If I still want to do it with you.”
Rocky swallowed. He messed with the hem of the bedspread where it was folded over. “Do you still want to do it with me?”
Matías began to undo his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Rocky asked. He didn’t mean to sound so panicked.
Matías didn’t say anything, he just smiled, and continued undressing. He paused with his hands on his waistband, making sure their eyes were locked. Rocky’s eyes were wide and he hadn’t blinked in nearly a minute. Just seeing his bare stomach gave him such an intense feeling of desire. He wanted to touch Matías, caress him, trace that faint trail of hair south… Rocky’s mouth felt dry.

Matías pushed his pants down and stepped out of his clothes.
“Oh my god.” Rocky barely got the words out of his throat and nearly choked on them. He put his fist to his mouth and chewed on his thumbnail. “Jesus Christ. You’re – you’re naked.” He made a gesture with his other hand. “There is a naked man just -, well, you are very naked-”
“Does this answer your question?”
Rocky nodded rapidly.
“Do you still want to do it with me?”
“Yeah,” he squeaked.
“Good. Cause I bought all this stuff to try on you…” he climbed onto the bed between Rocky’s legs.
Rocky’s gaze rose from
Matías’s cock to his gaze.  “Stuff?” he said in one octave higher than before.
“Yes. Cause I knew you needed special, delicate handling to make it feel good for you.”
Matías finally saw Rocky blink.
“But first we need to get these pants off. Can I take your pants off?”
“Yeah, that’s gine, I mean that’s good, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
Matías chuckled. “First task is getting you to relax.”
“Then the second?”
Matías smirked and his eyes caught the light of the bedside lamp, giving the impression there was a spark in there. “Stimulation.”
Rocky swallowed hard. “Jesus Christ.” He crossed himself.
Matías chuckled. “Are you inviting a third man to join us?”
Rocky’s eyes went wide again. “Maybe – maybe um, I shouldn’t – be doing this.”
“Who cares if you should or shouldn’t? Do you want to?”
Matías undid Rocky’s zipper and parted back the fabric to reveal a straining bulge underneath. Rocky didn’t answer, but his chest was moving faster now.
Matías smirked again. “Good.” And he lowered his mouth.

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lusthabits:

Tommy Defendi and Marc Dylan
2am Booty Call (2012)

Assad could not sleep. The air conditioner wasn’t running right, and the heat of the day lingered around the house. It was just warm enough to be uncomfortable. Assad sat in front of the TV eating a bowl of cereal in his underwear. He watched the couple in the cafe in the commercial and felt jealous. Another commercial came on for a fitness apparatus. The dude was ripped. Assad’s spoon hovered over the bowl. Watching him work out triggered the butterflies in his stomach. Goddamn, he wished Mr. Buff would just walk in and dominate him. Look at the sweat drip down his pecs! Assad set his spoon down in his bowl when the lightbulb went off. Holy shit, I need to get laid.

He picked up his phone. It was long after midnight. Too late to call or text anyone, as they’d think it was an emergency. Dick emergencies were not exactly life threatening, although sometimes it really did feel that way. Assad stared at his phone screen, and after a moment, opened Grindr with a sigh. He tried to avoid apps, they were overwhelming and the infinite beefcake parade made him feel inferior. Maybe the hour would work to his advantage.

Assad set his parameters for guys and a couple results came up. He found two who listed they were tops and cool with a hook up, and messaged them. “Are you awake? I”m having a dick emergency.” A few seconds passed. Nothing. Assad sighed. He muted the TV, got up, and took his bowl to the kitchen. He had turned the water on to wash the bowl when he heard a familiar ding. He shut off the water. Did he hallucinate that?

Assad ran over to his phone. He had not! One guy, Matt, had replied.
“I am awake. What’s a dick emergency? I checked outside, didn’t see a Penis shaped Bat Signal.”
Assad chuckled to himself. “I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m going up the walls. I need to get laid, badly, or I’m going to be up until dawn.”
“You just got horny suddenly? What are you doing?”  The other guy wrote back.
“There was a hot guy working out on a commercial on TV. I got like half a boner and then it clicked.”
“Oh oh, was it the really ripped dude in that Flexinator commercial?”
“Holy shit, YES ahahah. You know what I mean then.”
“DUDE haha. I totally know. He’s so intense. All that grunting. Fyeww.” Matt wrote back with like three water droplet emojis. He added. “I don’t entirely look like that you know.”
“Honestly I think I’d be terrified to get fucked by a guy like that. I like how you look as is. You got a penis?”
“Hmm, just checked, yep.”
“Great, you’re qualified. I just showered an hour ago, I got everything, lubes, condoms…please tell me you’ll come over to some total strangers house to fuck his desperate ass in the middle of the night.”
There was a pause as Matt typed out a response. Assad held his breath. “Sweetheart, I’d be honored. I feel called to the battlefield. Just um, I’m fricking starving, is there any place open near you?”
Assad ran to the kitchen, pulled sandwich ingredients out of the fridge, and sent Matt a collage of them on the counter. “You want roast beef or turkey?”
“Daaamn! Fuck, I’ve never had a hook up make me a sandwich. Send me your address, I’m on my way. Roast beef for real, though. You got any BBQ sauce?”

Assad made a happy noise at Matt’s eagerness.
“Oh thank god,” he muttered. He sent his address to Matt, and set to making a sandwich. The man arrived fifteen minutes later.
Assad was in his underwear. Matt was in a tight black shirt and black pants from the venue he worked at. When he saw the dinner on the table, complete with chips, grapes, and a drink, he cupped Assad’s face and kissed him right on the lips.
“I am definitely going to take care of you. Anything you need, baby. I got you. Don’t you worry. This is amazing.”
They chatted. They flirted. Assad stole some grapes. It was 2 in the morning when they brushed off the crumbs and put the plate in the sink. They looked at each other.
“Bedroom?” Matt asked with a stretch.
Assad made a sweeping gesture. “This way to the Bat Cave.”
Matt clutched his heart. “Oh Bruce Wayne, I never thought the day would come! It’s so hard to know your emotions under that mask, but I always dreamed this would be real.”
Assad led Matt into his room . “If you’re Robin, and you’re a top, are you implying Robin is the top here?”
Matt wiggled his eyebrows. “Dun dun dun. Turns that little twink is a freak in the Bat Bedroom. Takes some shit out of Batman’s utility belt and like, gets down to business. Ever been tied to the bed with a grappling hook? Bruce definitely has.”
Assad was still laughing from that when Matt moved in to kiss him and he had to remember how to close his mouth.
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You watch from between the blinds of your trailer window. Look at that, full moons. Not thieves prowling the construction site at all, just some horny rascals looking for a thrill and a fuck. You chuckle. Reminds you of yourself back at that age. Those boys assumed no one would be here on a Sunday. You just happened to pick this day to catch up on some work orders and paperwork as your office manager had been out with the flu. Wasn’t too much to catch up on. Definitely a little time to unzip your jeans and enjoy the show. Gotta make sure no equipment gets damaged after all. God help them if they jizz on the controls though, they’ll be cleaning it off with their tongues!

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nightnewspecial:

Best way to wake up

Your parents were gonna go stay at their friends house on the lake for the weekend, and you had the place to yourself. Your mom even winked at you on the way out when she said: if you want to have some of your college buddies over, just clean up after yourselves.

Ugh, was she suggesting a literal pity party cause you didn’t have a huge group of friends? Your goal at college wasn’t to party, it was to study and graduate early. Yet your mom seemed to be under the impression you struggled at your social life, probably because all your friends just so happened to be guys. Oh, you realize, she probably thinks you’ll throw a party to hook up with some chick. Ugh. That was worse. Supervising a party of fratbros and sorority sisters and trying to prevent them from destroying your parents’ house was not your idea of a fun weekend.

But you did have an inkling of what could be a fun weekend. You just had to call Joseph. “Hey, my parents are out of town for the weekend. Wanna come fuck over here for once? We can be as loud as we want… and there’s a pool.”
Joseph didn’t need to think twice. “I’ll pack an overnight bag. I was hoping you’d call man. Been needing a fuck, man.”
“Glad to hear that. Missin’ your tight body something fierce. We’ve been studying so hard, this weekend we reward ourselves.”

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capitolasurferdude2:

Muscular and handsome, Nixon rides a big cock for the first time. (Sean Cody models). 

Sonny was a little hesitant to ride a cock for the first time – especially one of that size! But it ended up being a lot of fuss over nothing and felt much better than he could ever anticipate. Getting his G-spot worked opened up an entire new world of pleasure Sonny could have never comprehended before. He completely forgot about even touching his own cock…he just zoned out and rode the wave.

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Jake was sulking in the empty condo when he got a call. He perked up.
“Hey Kostas.”
“Hey boi.”
“So…what’s the determination?”
“It’s a B type aortic dissection. I don’t have to go do surgery tonight.”
Jake brightened. “Really? You got the evening off?”
“Yes. I am coming right over to see you. I can barely wait.”
Jake smiled. “It’s so rare that you have time off, and you want to spend it with me.”
“Of course. Seeing you, touching you, being in bed with you… TIME with you. I can never just have enough time with you.”
“Aww honey.”
“I’m coming right over to fuck you. I owe you so much sex. I’m so sorry.”
“No no no. You told me when we started dating the difficulties of your job. You’re a goddamn heart surgeon. My sex drive doesn’t matter when you’re saving lives.”
There was a loud exhale. “God I don’t think I could be as understandable as you are to me. You are so lovely. I am going to fuck my thanks into you.”
This made Jake burst out laughing. “Kostas. Seriously. Just seeing you is enough.”
“I want to kiss you right now. I’m getting into a cab from the hospital right now. Warm the bed, baby.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Mwuah. See you soon boy.”
“You too. Bye.”
“Bye.”

Jake smiled at the phone. “He wants me. I waited for him and didn’t jerk off and NOW I’m gonna get the sex I deserve.” Jake got off the chair and headed to the bed. He paused. He took the flowers from the kitchen and put them in the bedroom on the nightstand. After Jake turned down the bed, he made sure they were stocked with lube and the batteries had toys. Jake thought. He decided to set up a cheese, fruit, and cracker plate and put it in the fridge. Kostas would be hungry, especially after sex.

Jake made a note to also do laundry. Poor Kostas. He worked so hard. Someone had to take care of him. Jake knew if he was a selfish and demanding boi, no one would see him as anything other than the spoiled pet of a rich surgeon. He’d likely lose Kostas after a few years. What had Kostas said? “You are so lovely.” It made Jake feel flush and happy. Kostas needed someone who understood him. Jake wanted to be that boy. He wanted to be in it for the long term.

He was washing the fruit knife when the Jake heard a key in the lock. “Kostas!”

Kostas walked in and dropped his briefcase. “Oh my fuck you’re already naked.”
Jake giggled and shook his butt. It was so rewarding to please someone else!

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“Shit I’m sorry. I told myself to not flirt with you. When I get a little drunk, I do dumb shit. Sorry man. So sorry. Barry’s gonna kill me again for flirting with his roommate….”
“Woah woah dude, don’t be apologizing.”
“…What what?”
Paul opens his jacket and grins. “Seems you been getting my signals.”
Both of my eyebrows went up. “Holy shit we got a real Clark Kent on our hands! YOU’RE gay?”
“Gold star.”
My jaw dropped. “…Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“I had no idea.”
“I see that.”
I considered this information. “So uh do you wanna like…?” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder.
“Fuck, yeah bro. Balls are blue over here.”
“Yeah shit man, I’ll race you to the bedroom.”
“You’re on!”

Ten minutes later, Barry comes home from his errand to the liquor store. Barry pauses. Barry hears things. Barry mutters a “finally” and leaves to go get coffee.

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temptingdominance:

When you’ve waited all week to be with him.

Let me tell you something – that Metallica cover song was right. I’ve fucked here, I fucked there, I’ve fucked every fucking where. Cars, planes, trains, hallways, parkways, driveways, in alleys, under bleachers, in closets… got caught more than once, but when I was in my prime, I let absolutely nothing get between me and my craving for dick no matter the risk. Sometimes I’d get lucky and get actually fucked, but I think most of those times were just furious frottage or forbidden blowjobs. I mean, why jerk off when you can play with ANOTHER dick at the same time? I mean why on Earth would you ever.

I kind of missed the vanilla stage, and you know, it’s weird because the older I got the more I found myself circling back to it. Hell, it was weird enough realizing I kept circling back to the same guy. And then I did something super weird and moved out of my drafty artsy loft for his suburban house. I expected myself to eventually go crazy, snap out of it, then run to Europe clutching my chest in relief as I took E and sweated in a crazy warehouse party. After a year, the fear of this went away. Just because we moved into a house didn’t automatically mean I couldn’t go to the clubs anymore. Why on Earth did I think that? We still went, and regularly at that, and oh yeah we took E. And poppers. And whatever else.

Being taken is weird. If you can’t have sex, you have to wait. And you know how much I do not like jerking off – so sometimes the wait can be agonizing – but goddammit when you have been waiting all week and you finally get time for the real good sex? Oh my god. Knowing you and a naked guy have nothing to do until 8 am the next morning is such an exciting thing.

And you know what a learned? Fucking in a bed is actually the best place to do it. My partner laughed when I told him this. I think I’m gonna have to do him a favor and screw him in a few alleys and against a few trees or something until he sees things on my level. He needs to appreciate that fucking in this bed is awesome.

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“That’s it, sweet boy. Fill your nose with the smell. Let it override your senses. Fill your thoughts with it. Imprint it upon your memory. Feel the warm against your hand. Put your thumb right under my shaft, feel that pulse. Do you feel it?”
He nods and exhales a long ragged breath. “I do, I feel it, Sir.”
“That’s where all the blood rushes in when I see you in need. It makes me incredibly hard, makes my cock swell up huge, nice and straight, so I can fuck you. You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh yes Sir! Want your dick, want it in me so bad….smells so good.”
“Do good boys or bad boys get fucked by their keepers?”
“Good boys.”
“And what makes a good boy good?” I guide his hand so it’s ever so gently cupping my balls.
The boy whimpers, resisting the urge to squeeze – or press them against his face through the fabric. “A good boy is an obedient boy. A horny, chaste boy, who follows the rules and makes his keeper proud.”
“Very good, boy,” I say, emphasizing the ‘very’. “And have you been good?”
“I tried very hard to be Sir!”
“And are you chaste and horny?”
“So very horny Sir! My cock aches to be let free, to cum – to have an anal orgasm triggered by your penis inside of me…” he looks down from my eyes to my cock and loses his trail of thought.
I caress the back of his soft head. “Good boy,” I purr. Using the controller in my other hand, I turn on the vibration in his plug. The boy moans in ecstasy and sweet agony.
“Oh SIR!” he cries, leaning against my leg. “Oh Sir, oh god oh god yes!”
I smirk. “Move your hips. Spread your legs. Once you begin to drip, then I’ll fuck you.”
Instantly his knees slide apart and he begins undulating, trying to push that sensation against his prostate. He is making a lot of noise, lidded eyes half closed. “May I suck you?” he asks, ragged.
“You may,” I agree, having to try very hard to make myself wait for his ass. He must drip first.
The boy pushes up my shorts on one side, finds my cock head, and latches his lips around it like a hungry lamb. The sight of him suckling on me while moaning and writhing with his tightly caged red cock on display for me? My body did not know to react to how aroused it made me, and my cock did not even know what to do except grow and ache. I moaned and shot down the boy’s open throat – but my cock did not soften at all. It was saving that load to be deposited in a tight and warm place. My boy had earned that.

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