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Killian shoved Tobias to the bed and undressed him impatiently, throwing clothes over his shoulders. He pounced on top of the man, straddling him and pressing his weight on top of Tobias’s smaller, wiggling form.
“Woah honey you are aggressive,” Tobias managed to say between Killian assaulting his mouth with kisses.
“I just want you,” Killian explained, “and you need this.”
“I do not need-”
Then Tobias felt Killian’s hand around his cock. He gasped and arched up his hips. “Ok maybe that feels pretty good.”
Killian snorted and gathered them both in his hand. He settled between Tobias’s legs and frotted against him hungrily, enjoying the feeling of his partner hardening in his grip. He continued kissing his lover and marking him with love bites as the space between them grew warmer and wetter.
“I’m going to cum,” Tobias mewled, already perspiring at the temples.
“Not yet, baby,” Killian purred in his ear. “Grab me the lube out of the drawer.”
“Yeah ok,” Tobias said quickly. “Just don’t stop touching my cock.”
Killian smirked and swiped his thumb across the weeping slit.
Tobias hissed. “Ah!”
“Grab it babe.”
Tobias reached over his head, pulling the nightstand drawer open and rummaging around. He tossed the bottle to Killian, and Killian noticed the lube on the lid was dry. Was when the last time he’d fucked Tobias? God, had it been three weeks? They would never make it through parenting a newborn at this rate. Killian made quick work of lubricating himself and Tobias, noting out loud how tight Tobias had become.
“You like me tight?” Tobias asked.
“Oh I still remember what it was like fucking your virgin ass – so tight, so sweet, you pulled me in so deep,” Killian said as slid his digits in and out of Tobias.
Tobias whimpered. “I loved that night. It hurt, but you were always the best fuck I ever had.”
Killian momentarily stopped what he was doing. “I loved it too. But the best? Seriously? You think so?”
Tobias blinked at his partner, eyes glazed. “Yeah. The best. Cause it was you.”
Killian swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m glad you called me up again after college.”
“You can thank tequila for that,” Tobias said, matter of factly.

Killian laughed and prepared to breach his partner. He parted Tobias’ legs and got between them, pushing himself in in one go. Tobias cried out, and Killian gave him more. Killian dug in his toes and slammed into Killian as hard as he could, driving his hips at an unrelenting pace, aiming to his prostate from step 1. Tobias moaned and spread his toes, the muscles in his thighs tight and taut. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop Killy, don’t stop don’t you stop!”

“I won’t! I won’t!” In the back of his head, Killian knew he should be concerned about waking up Abigail, but she hadn’t made a peep on the baby monitor and decided to test his luck. A bead of sweat dripped onto Tobias’s chest.
“Cum for me baby!” he demanded, stroking Tobias’s leaking cock.
“Yes – yes!”

Tobias made a perfect ‘o’ with his mouth. He made not a sound but a barely audible little squeak, and white fluid pooled on his belly. They came at exactly the same time, then their bodies went limp against each-other.
“Holy shit,” Tobias breathed.
Killian wrapped his arms around his partner. “Mmmnn you feel so good clenching around me…I feel like I came a swimming pool.”
“Damn sure felt like it too.” Tobias sighed. “Fuck that felt so good. Oh, damn, Abigail – we should really check on her.”
Killian slid out of Tobias and stroked himself lazily. “I’ll do it.”
“No I want to.”
Killian smirked. “Honey you won’t be able to stand up. “
“Well I never,” Tobias huffed, pretending to be more indignant than he was.

Killian pulled on his boxers, ignoring his wet dick between his legs. He made a fast circle then came back to the room.
Tobias was drinking a glass of water from the bathroom. “She ok?”
“Sleeping on her stomach like an angel.”
Tobias smiled. “Good. I wonder what upset her so much. Maybe I upset her…”
“Who knows. She’s a baby. She’ll tell us if something continues to bother her.” Killian eyed a naked Tobias.
Tobias glanced at him over the cup of water. “Wanna go again?”
“Again,” Killian asked.
“Again. You were right. I did need a fucking. And that wasn’t enough. They say you should nap when your baby does, but my boy ass needs another round. You up for it?”
Killian pushed his boxers down immediately. “Get over here and get back on the bed.”

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Surrender to Him

“You like that. Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Instead, listen to me, boy. Pretty boys like you submit to men like me. That’s a fact. Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant. You’re going to offer your pretty body to me, and I’m going to take it. I’m going to plunder you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week without feeling me thrusting inside you. And you’re not going to whine about it. In a week you will come back asking me for more. Even if I gave you time, you would eventually come sniveling to me unsatisfied and needy. So I’m going to take what is mine now. You’ll be even more beautiful when I am done.”

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The thing that surprised me most about being in a relationship with Zane was just how he could make an honest man out of me. I don’t mean marriage, I mean the way he could just shut off the white noise in my brain which resulted in me saying whatever was on my mind. You don’t realize just how many things influence what comes out of your mouth.
Our culture has specific rules on what is vulgar and what is not, what you should want and what you shouldn’t, and the virtues of being ‘pure’ versus being ‘dirty’, and what being ‘dirty’ says to your character. We sometimes doubt ourselves so much that we can’t even figure out what we really want. Our desires get lost in the fog of ‘what would people think if [blank]?”, even though chances of them finding out what you do with your self or your lover in private is slim to none. 

Zane kissing me might as well be the off button to all that bother. When he asks me questions – filthy, inappropriate, kinky questions – I just answer him without a second of reconsideration. All the answers are there. Zane just has to ask the right ones, and I will spit out the right response. So when he asked me just now – You want to suck my cock? – I said yes, because I really, truly wanted to suck him. I was not ashamed or embarrassed of how much I liked to pleasure him with my tongue and listen to him moan, or to taste his saltiness in the back of my throat, or to feel that fat vein on his shaft throb from my actions. Matter of fact, I was giddy. Excited. Eager. Horny.

I was in the grocery store the other day, and thinking to myself about that question, and I was blushing. I was sure everyone could read my mind. Would I suck your cock? No, of course not! That’s totally wrong, and kind of gross. It was as if I seemingly had two different minds. When I was in one mode, the other seemed ridiculous and unfathomable. It was bizarre, but also…magical. Cause that special place I go with Zane? No other boyfriend has ever taken me there. It is my favorite place.

Yes, Zane, I want to suck it real bad. I really want to. Please let me.

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“What are you staring at?” Robin asks, folding his flannel scarf.
“I’m watching you dress,” I reply, leaning against the wall with my foot pressed against it for support. “I just realized that I’d never seen you dress before.” Robin gives me a look and an eyebrow raise to convey that he’s never heard such an odious lie and is offended he thinks I’d swallow it. “You have seen me dress before. Plenty. All those times after we had sex, or after the shower – you know, before we moved in?”
I fuss with the band of my underwear, the only thing I’m wearing. “Well yeah, but you were always wearing jeans or something. I’ve never seen you dress for work.” 
“Not true. I’ve slept over at your place and gone to work the next morning, and more than once I might add.”
I can’t tamp down a small smile. “Nope. All those times you came out of the bathroom fully dressed in your work clothes, or I came out of the bathroom and you were already dressed.” 
“What’s so captivating about watching me dress for work?” Robin asks. 
I blush a little and switch feet. “I’ve never gotten to bathe you, and help moisturize you, and then taken the trimmer and touched up your beard. Then, I’ve never gotten to watch you put on your slacks, slide the delicate shirt fabric over your beautiful torso and watch it take shape over your muscles, then watch work those tiny buttons with the same fingers that stroke my cock so strong and tenderly…”  
Robin is fixated on me, and now he is blushing too.
“And you look so serious when picking your tie and suspenders, you’d think you were the President going on television or something. And then damn – there you are. Fashionable, stylish Robin. Looking utterly gorgeous and ready to take on the world.” 
 Robin just stares at me. He fumbles with the scarf in his hands. “I – I’m uh, wow,” he chuckles. “No one has ever said something like that to me before. It’s really flattering.” 
My smile widens. “It’s true. Just another perk of loving you and sharing a home with you.”  
Robin’s expression softens. “You are so beautiful with your words, you know that? Especially when they come out of those soft lips of yours….” 
It’s my turn to feel my ears burning. “Well, a poet has to have his muse.”

Robin glances aside and adjusts himself. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.”

I raise both eyebrows. “Are you arresting me?”

“You wish. Which reminds me, I need to buy some handcuffs now that we have a headboard.” 
“Oooo.”
“Do as I say.”
I turn around and position myself like he asks, trying not to move too much. I love it when Robin gets bossy but it does not happen very often. I hear a drawer open and close. A moment later, I hear him get off the bed, which is followed by socked feet padding on the wood floor. Hands find my waist, which makes me jump. Robin kisses my shoulder and without asking permission, pushes down my underwear.

I gasp. This was a new type of play. I was eager to see where it went. When I turn my head towards him, I am given strict instructions to keep my gaze forward, to get real acquainted with that shade of Duck Eggshell White paint we used. A pair of smooth hands caress my hips and then my ass. I arch my spine and the hands squeezed me. I keen out into my arm, quickly becoming excited.

I hear the tear of paper, and the flick of a lid. I’m incredulous. He’s going to fuck me, just like this! Without even asking! I think it’s kind of thrilling to be wanted and lusted over and used like property. 
God, if he treats me like how he treats his clothing then I hope I’m his property.  I wait for Robin to stretch me but he does not. He just suites up and pushes in. The pain feels like a spark of electricity, but luckily I’m still a bit loose from all that dildo play last night. I feel virginal and Robin feels huge. I’m sure I’m drooling on the wall.
He rocks against me, sliding in and out. I try to meet his pace but it causes conflict with his pattern. Robin presses his fingers into my iliac grooves and pulls my hips up and back. Instantly, and impossibly, he slides in even deeper. I cry out, a ragged noise and strangled gasp. 
Robin groans. “I knew you could fit another inch.”  

I can feel the course fabric of his pants push up against me with every thrust. We don’t make it to ten. Robin stands up on his toes and pins me to the wall, wanting to be as close to me as possible when releasing his load. I hear him take in a huge lungful of air, hold it, and then release it after the orgasm peaks. His heat flows inside of me, and I wish he isn’t wearing a condom. I feel oddly happy and dizzy, and I realize I came when he did – all over the wall. “Shit,” I mutter. 
“Mmmn,” Robin replies, reaching around to play with my balls. We enjoy a moment together. A bird chirps outside.

“Now,” Robin purrs in my ear, pausing to teeth my ear lobe. “I have to go to work and earn bread for our household. You be good for me, do your chores, attend your grad classes, and when I get home, I want you to greet me wearing hardly anything ok?”
I press my forehead against the wall. Everything was still spinning. How could I feel so empty and yet still totally slutty after what Robin just said?
I nod.
“Fuck yeah. How about instead, totally naked?”
“…You’d do that for me?” Robin asks. 
“Anything for the man of my dreams. And don’t forget to take your lunch with you ok? I made it with love.”
“You made me lunch?” Robin replies, genuinely surprised. 
 “Just some left overs I packed last night,” I admit.
Robin slaps me on the butt once, making me yelp.
“Fuck, I wish I could stay home and just make love to you in every room of our new condo.”
I chuckle. “One day you should.” 
Robin nuzzles my shoulder and his beard scratches me. “One day I will. But today I must go in to work because someone made me a nice lunch and I do not want to waste it.”

Robin kisses the back of my neck, swats me on the butt again, and then drifts away. He throws the condom in the trash, cleans himself up. I watch him over my shoulder with doe eyes as he maneuvers his half tamed cock back into his jockstrap. Yeah, the man doesn’t even own normal underwear.  
We kiss good-bye, and he leaves, reluctantly. I pass out on the bed and listen for him closing the door. I cover my face with my hands and sigh in bliss. I never knew how wonderful mornings could be. An early jog, breakfast together, showers, sex…. I notice something and lift my head. Oh my god, I could see my drool spot and cum on the wall from the bed. I laugh. How embarrassing! I get up and go find the cleaner. We’re running low. I make a note to buy it in bulk next time. If this is how life is going to be living together, we’re going to need it.

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“Welcome home Da–mmmmhhh,” Lars melts into a kiss. “Hi Bretty. You taste like chocolate. I missed you so much today.”
“Me too. Been thinking of you all day Lars.”
“Have you?” he asks, batting his lashes. “You missed me too?”
Brett answered by pressing more fierce kisses to Lars’ mouth, plundering him, and leaving him breathless. Brett’s hands soon moved from Lars’ waist to his front and begin to unbutton his pants.
“Oh Daddy’s in a mood isn’t h-mmmphh – oh I love it when you use your tongue~ ah!”
Brett spun Lars around and bent him over the counter top. No time was wasted pulling down his pants until his cock spilled out and his pussy was bare. “Brett!” he cried. 
Brett fumbled in a drawer for lube, but couldn’t find a condom. Fuck it. No time. He slapped a little on, and grabbed tight onto Lars’ hips. “You’re going to let me in right?”
Lars didn’t even get the ‘s’ out in ‘yes’. Brett pushed into his lover in one swift move, making the boy cry out and clamp down tight around him. It gave Brett veritgo – god he loved it when Lars pulled him in! 

“Yeah that’s it, oh god yeah that’s it. Fuck I’ve been wanting your pussy all day, just wanted to see you take me, boy,” Bretty growled. “No – down. Stay down. No touching. Arms on the counter. That’s it.“
Lars obeyed. His body moved independently from his brain. When the angle changed, Brett slid in even deeper. Brett moaned as his pulasting cock was fully enveloped and Lars whimpered as Daddy relentlessly took his ass.. Strong hands cupped Lars’ pecs and squeezed. Lars began to moan as loud as Brett when the fabric of his shirt rubbed against his sensitive nipples. 

Then, when it couldn’t get any better, Brett’s paw-sized hands sought Lars’ cock and began to stroke. All of Lars’ bones just turned to wax. His head drooped. “Oh Daddy! Oh god..Daddy – just- ah fuck feels so good!”
“Not as good as you feel to me,” Brett cooed. “That’s it. Push back on me. Damn you are such a good slut for me. Daddy likes his good slut.”
:I’m your slut Daddy, forever Daddy – my pussy loves you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Brett snickered. He wrapped his arms around his boy’s thin waist. “It’s coming…it’s coming!-…aaaahh, there – there it is! Fuck!” Brett slammed into Lars like a freight train chugging with a hot engine. He bit his lip so hard it drew blood, and exploded into his boy’s body. Lars knew to let Daddy come first, and he was not far behind. When fingers teased his cockhead his knees trembled and cum gushed from his cock. 
“Daddy!” he squeaked. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Lars’ feet cramped from how tight he was curling his toes. “Ohhh Daddy~”

And then it was over. They stilled, panting, connected. The scent of pheromones and sex and cum floated around them. Brett took a moment to enjoy feeling human again and ran his hands over Lars’ body, appreciating him. 
“Now that’s how Daddy likes to be welcomed home.”
“Mmnn,” Lars responded, pressing his forehead to the countertop, feeling like he was only standing because Brett was holding him up. “The feeling is mutual.”

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At Gayday at the local ski resort, a rather opportunistic boy roams the dining hall hoping to find a sugar daddy to pay for his lift pass for the winter.

He’s heard of cash fags before and decided to make things benefit him the other way around.

It normally works. Rich, lonely men can’t resist having a hot body to warm their beds after a long day on the slopes. All the boy has to do is walk in wearing nearly nothing and carrying cocoa and suddenly they don’t mind paying for that lift pass. It’s really not a bad way to spend the winter, being a snow bunny. Now all he has to do is find someone to bless his season to enjoy his presence. Shame his last meal ticket moved to Milan.

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“Ya think you can take both of us fag? Damn. We can’t tell if you’re dumb, desperate, horned out of your mind, or all above. I say we should find out.”
“You want his mouth or ass first, bro?”
“Mm. I want those pretty lips first.”
“Hopin’ you’d say that. The ass is mine.”
“Should we hose him off first? He’s filthy from barn work.”
“Yeah let’s do that. Just like when we were kids and washed our prize animal for the 4H fair,” he chuckles.
“Good one bro. You wanna grab the fag or the hose?”
“The hose.”
“Hopin’ you’d say that.”

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Another photo from my day at the pool in Vegas 

Gideon pulled himself out of the pool and leaned on the deck. “Hey, Paul, can you please bring my phone?”
“Sure,” Paul said. Here’s your phone – and a towel. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. By right back.”
“Cool, thanks.” I dried my hands then checked the screen. No new messages. Fantastic. Being on vacation on Palm Springs was amazing as always. As were the men, Jesus. On a whim, I opened Grindr and checked to see just how many ‘available men’ were near me. Well, no shortage of hot dicks around…1000 feet. 500 feet. 100 feet. I slid through pictures and randomly stopped on one. Jesus, this guy was cute, and smoking hot. There was a photo of him in a gym that indicated some sort of acrobatic background. I wondered how far away this guy was. I did a double-take when I saw the locator: “Less than 50 feet.”

Suddenly, a shadow slid over me. I craned my chin up.
“Well hello,” said Mr. Gym, holding his phone in one hand. “Technology is amazing isn’t?”
“Uh…” I had a great view right up the leg of his swim shorts. I couldn’t resist a sloppy grin. “Yeah it’s pretty fuckin’ amazing.”
“Wanna hit the showers?”
“You bet.”

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Raquel bit into the pillow, moaning loud as a steamboat horn. “Oh god, Papi, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“Don’t you worry baby, I won’t stop pounding your beautiful brown ass until all my cum is inside of you.”
“Harder, Papi!”
“That’s what I want to hear! Making up for all that lost time you thought you were straight huh? You like feeling me push my dick against your prostate gland huh?”
“Oh god, Papi, feels so good, feels so good…harder, harder!”
“I am, I am mijo. Woo, you are giving me a real ab work out here. My cock loves being inside of you. I’m not gonna last much longer. Milk me with your ass now, show me how grateful you are that I corrected your errant ways. Ohhh yeah, that’s a thankful boy.”

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“Back straight. There we go. Great posture.”
“Thank you Sir.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it. “You know why you’re sitting there in a time out?”
“…for mouthing off?” Joel asks.
“Yes, good, boy. But that’s just it…you are still a boy. My boy. You’re young, in college. Life is full of hard work for you, but it’s still a time of play. I’m a man now. I’m all grown up, and play time has been taken up mostly by work. I know when I come home, you’re very eager to see me and you want to play. I know you’ve been waiting all day. So have I. Your waiting isn’t more or less worse than my waiting. Just because I need a minute to unwind, doesn’t mean you should get smart with me or say nasty, passive-aggressive things. It turns me off to hear ugly things come out of your pretty mouth. And forcing me to ravish you before I’m refreshed only cheapens it. You should be aware boy… I’m terrified of letting you down.”
“…Sir?” Joel asks softly, turning his head.
“Eyes forward,” I say gently.
Joel snaps his head forward and shifts a bit.

“I want to live up to your expectations. I know you’re a very horny boy. I know your pussy is hungry. I know how much you love my cock.”
“And how much I love you,” Joel adds softly.
I pause and sigh softly. Disciplining boys is sometimes so hard. “I love you too,” I say. “So much, it’s hard to imagine how I lived without you before. You know that. I just want to make sure when we are making love, that we’re both 100% on board, ready and eager. You’ll learn patience as you get older, Joel. I just have to nip this bossy, demanding behavior in the bud before you turn fully spoiled. That’s why you’re in time out. Next time you think of saying something impulsive and ugly, you’ll think of being in time out and how much you hate it.”

“Thank you Sir. You’re right. I don’t think clearly when I’m horny.”
I nod again, although Joel still can’t see me. “I think that’s hot by the way.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Means you need me, bad. I like that. I just…have to be a grown up man first sometimes, and your lover second. You know, for your own good.”

My boy’s shoulders relax. “Yes, for my own good. I’m seeing that now.”

“Good boy. You have fifteen more minutes in time out. You can cross your legs if your knees are cramping.”
“Fifteen?” Joel protests. “It was fifteen minutes when we started. Should be ten by now!”
“Well yes, but your hat reminded me. The San Francisco 49′ers beat the Colts in overtime last night due to the poor call by the ref on that fumble. You sided with the ref,” I reminded him.

Joel groaned, and I swallowed a laugh. Ok, being a grown-up could be fun sometimes.

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