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During the pool party, James found himself with a rather uncomfortable erection. Just being around a lot of hot guys in tight wet shorts made him horny as hell. So James requested the services of the host’s boy and was soon escorted to the guest room.
Davey was pleased that a man needed him this early in the day. He helped James off with his shorts – and gasped. “Goodness, how were you hiding this in your shorts? I couldn’t tell at all!”
James chuckled. “I’m a grower, what can I say.”
“That you are,” Davey murmured. “Must be so uncomfortable.” He kneeled between James’ knees. “I’ll take good care of this for you.” He wrapped his hands around the elongated shaft. “Oh it’s so hard,” he murmured in awe.

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Arnold was checking his tan lines when a shadow fell over him. He puts his arm down.
“Can I help you?”
The boy bit his lip. “I noticed you have an erection.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.”
“Well, I do. I was wondering if I could suck you and relieve it for you.”
Arnold leans back and considers the young man’s offer. “Are you expecting money for this?”
The young man scoffs. “Is my technique worth money? Yes. It’s worth of lot of money, but my priority here isn’t income. It’s cock. And my desperation to run my tongue up your balls.” 
“You are forward aren’t you.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.” The boy says and grins.
That wins Arnold over and the corner of his mouth lifts. “You can start on my balls first, and if you do well, I’ll feed you my cock and my load.”
The boy breaks into a smile and does a little clap. “Yyyeesss. Thank you Sir.”
“Sir, huh. And you’re polite too. What’s your name, boy?”
“Sebastian.”
“Sebastian, nice to meet you. I’m Arnold.”
“Oh, Arnold, the pleasure is going to be all mine.”

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“Come on, milk me, please! I can’t take it. Walking around with an erection in my jeans is so uncomfortable.”
“You sure you can’t just jerk off?” Conner asked. He never takes his eyes off that straining, rigid member jutting out from between the V fold of Ryan’s unzipped jeans. 
“No fucking way. Both the ranch manager and Mr. Burk- er, your uncle- have forbidden it. They want all us to remain horny all the time for them or their stupid friends, or to jerk off over our frustrations. It totally sucks, but it’s like the only sex I get out here, and if I cause them enough grief, they’ll send me back. Then I actually have to spend my sentence in jail! And trust me, I am not going back there.”
“But like, how would they ever find out?”
“That I jerked off?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you know we all bunk together in one room? They watch us all the time. They even stand outside the bathroom when we go. People rat each-other out for rewards. And like, if someone cums in their sleep, they hang up the sheet for everyone to see.”
Connor looked conflicted and rubbed Ryan’s hip. “That’s fucked up. But won’t you get in trouble if I jerk you off?”
Ryan grinned. “See I thought of that. They said that we can’t jerk off. And they said we can’t jerk each-other off. But they never said that someone else other than us can’t. Mr. Burkhart is a stickler for the rules. If he punishes me for correctly interpreting the rules, I can bring it up with the Court.”
“Boy that sure sounds risky, Ryan. My uncle has a lot of power.”
Ryan glanced around. “I don’t care, I need this. The more I’m gone the longer they come looking for me. Please, it won’t take me long.” He whimpered. “Please.” He took off his jeans. “Look at how full my balls are. I can barely sit down. I need a pretty boy like you to take care of me. Your hands aren’t rough like mine, I bet you can give great hand jobs. Come on, show me, Connor.”

 Conner swallowed. There was a pearly bead of pre-cum on the tip of that mushroom head. “Fuck. If you get caught, we never met.”
“Right, right. Of course.”
Conner sighed and reached for that pretty cock. It called for him. It needed him. When he wrapped his fingers around it, Ryan moaned and pushed into his hand. Conner liked that quite a bit. The boys at college were greedy and entitled. They jerked off when bored. Their cocks never got this hard, nor radiated this much heat. He gasped softly when he cupped Ryan’s nuts in his hand. They overflowed his palm.
With only just a few strokes, pre-cum began to pour out of those full balls. “Oh lord,” Ryan sobbed. “It feels like heaven!”
Conner hushed him. “Don’t let anyone hear you.” He increased his speed – and his grip on Ryan’s balls to keep him from moving around so much.
“Fuck – fuck,” he gasped. “Yeah, just like that. Doesn’t need to be fancy.” 

It only took a few seconds before Ryan threw back his head and clung to the rafters of the beams as the strength to hold himself upright left him. He moaned a few unintelligible vowels, followed by a low moan as the orgasm ripped through him. His body convulsed. Tears beaded in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh wow!” Connor cried. A torrent of white seed exploded out of that tiny hole, coating his fingers on both hands and splashing over his chest. He could feel Ryan’s balls tensing and pumping and so Conner loosened his grip, fearing he would prevent any cum from escaping. He pumped and pumped as his hand cramped, and panic began to bloom as he began to think that the erection would not go down. Ryan keened. His cock twitched and then shot out another small load – which was about the size of the one Conner shot out last night in his own room – and then Ryan’s cock began to retreat. 

Ryan sagged against the frame of the old barn, head rested against his bicep. A bit of spittle remained on his lower lip. His chest was heaving, his legs quivering. “Christ, Connor, thank you. Thank you so much.”
Conner was fixated on his flushed face. He’d never made a man look like that before. He felt intoxicated with the power of it, and of having defied his uncle. He didn’t want to release Ryan’s cock, but knew he’d soon grow sensitive, so once the head retreated into the foreskin he released Ryan. He let those balls go last. They felt lighter – squishier now. Not so red and full. Better. 
“You -you’re welcome,” Conner stammered. “That was an incredible amount of cum.” He looked at his hands.
Ryan opened his eyes and studied him. “Oh wow,” he whispered. “Is that all mine?”
“Yeah.”
He blushed. “Sorry.”
“No it’s fine. Was pretty hot, actually.”

Ryan smiled. “Any of that yours?” He took a bandana out of his jeans pocket and handed it to Conner to clean up. 
“No. Not yet.” 
“Let me return the favor?”
Conner looked down at his crotch, at the outline of his own member straining against his Levis. Jerking wasn’t what he was after. He wanted Ryan to fuck him. He wanted to cum with a cock inside of him. “No. You risk being caught if you stay longer. We’ll find time for you to pay me back later.”
Ryan’s face softened. “Are you serious? I need to thank you for this favor. You can’t believe how incredible I feel right now. Like I could wrestle your uncle.” He pulled on his jeans.
“Don’t do that,” Conner chuckled. “But yeah, it’s fine. I want you to owe me.” He gave Ryan a coy look. “You know how hard it’s gonna be to find someone to fuck me out here? I’m willing to wait if that’s what I can get.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. “Oh no way I’d be lucky enough to get that time with you.”
Conner smiled. “I’ll find the time. Now go before you get caught.” Conner stuffed the bandana into Ryan’s pocket. 
Ryan cupped Conner’s jaw and kissed him. “You’re an angel. And I mean that.” He buttoned his jeans and shoved his feet into his socks and boots. Conner watched in amusement as Ryan stumbled off on fawn’s legs, and just like that, he was alone in the old barn. He crossed himself. “Thank you lord for this opportunity you have presented me. Looks like summer on the ranch isn’t going to be boring after all.”

Conner reached for his shirt. “Man I missed a lot of cum- it’s everywhere!”

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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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Brian could not believe no one was making a move on that hot daddy. He was silver as they come, but still a stud. And at his age that dick was still rock hard! Brian was getting up there and was getting fed up with both the ageist 20 year old twinks, although he knew he used to be one. He crooked his finger. “Come here Daddy.” A look of relief came over the man’s face and he came over. Brian did his best to nurse that dick and make that Daddy moan. It was such a nice piece – he could get his whole hand on it and still had inches left over to suck! His own dick got hard without even touching it.

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Thomas closed the door behind him and hung up his hat. “Mother, I’m home.”
She bustled out into the parlor. “Hello darling. Wonderful timing. I was just about to put on tea. How was your lesson?”
“Wonderful, mother. I seem to have gotten over the difficulty of fingering the flute…I have a new piece to practice too.”
She clapped her hands. “Delightful! I want you to shine in that parade over Christmas.”
“I will mother.”
“Your tutor seems to be doing well with you.”
Thomas took off his boots. “He is mother. This tutor is excellent. I know father spoke poorly of him because his skin is not like ours, but he is a fine musician… he is taught me a lot about how to train my mouth to play the flute using these certain exercises. I don’t tire so much anymore.” He was trying so hard not to smile.
“You will be a professional by spring then?”

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. “Well. Not by then. But I hope to keep seeing this tutor through next spring… I can’t become professional without maintaining long lessons.”
“Well, we’ll make sure to budget for this tutor when your pay comes from the military.”
“Yes mother.”
Thomas licked his lips. They were still a bit swollen. He’d had a shot of brandy before he left to clear the taste from his tongue. Thomas wished he could still taste his tutor though. And smell him. He had such a fine cock, in such an unusual dusky hue, and such dark curls…
“Thomas love, come help me with the tea tray.”
Thomas shook his head. He couldn’t be suspicious. If caught, it would be terrible. And of course, their fun would end. Fun that was slowly going to new, daring places. "Coming mother!”

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Daddy always insisted that I do the housework on Saturday morning, even if I had been out the night before with friends and was suffering with a horrendous hangover. Daddy liked routine and this was part of it. Another part of the Saturday morning routine was the way that Daddy would sit reading his morning paper at the kitchen table, as he drank his coffee. His white robe would be open and he’d absentmindedly stroke his thick Daddy cock as I worked and he relaxed. He’d often shift his chair so he was facing whichever direction I was working. It never took long for my hangover to recede and be replaced by a deep hunger for my Daddy and his powerful cock, but I knew that I wouldn’t be rewarded until I’d been a good boy and completed the house work. I was bending over to wipe down the kitchen cupboards and suddenly felt daddy’s thighs against mine and his long soft uncut cock fitting into the length of my arse crack. Without moving my arse I turned my shoulders and head so I could look up at him.

He reached over me and opened a cupboard “Sorry buddy, just needed to get a glass” He had such a cheeky twinkle in his eye. I flexed my arse muscles and ground my body into his crotch. I consciously didn’t decide to do this, my body was just helpless to do anything else. 

He looked at me with his penetrating blue eyes and pressed a bit harder into me. “Son, you know the rule. Tell Daddy the rule.”

I sighed/groaned a little as I felt my cock throbbing hard as a rock. “Housework first….then play time with Daddy”

“Good boy, now carry on.” As he said this last bit he lightly spanked my right arse cheek a couple of times then walked away, holding my eyes until had sat down again, poured himself some orange juice and picked up his paper. 

I worked faster. 

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Later, after we were snuggling in post-coital bliss, he said: “I’m jealous.”
I tilt my head up and met his dark eyes. “Of what?”
“Other men…the men you had before me. The one night stands in college, the bar hook-ups, the party sex orgies, your boyfriends…so jealous that they got you before I did.”
I smile, crinkling the corners of my eyes. “You love being in me that much?”
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Tight, warm, like velvet, “ Marcus groans and handles his soft cock, as if checking to make sure he can’t squeeze another orgasm out of it. No luck – his balls are empty. “Shit, I can’t even put it into words. The way you smell, the noises you make, the way your beard brushing my face, the texture of your lips…Jesus,” Marcus sighs. “It’s like dying and going to heaven every time. I can’t get enough of you.”
I blush hard and put an arm around him. “Well you don’t have to be jealous.”
“How could I not be, baby?”
I smirk. “You think they all got sex like that?”
He lifts his head up. “What do you mean, baby?”
“You forgot, that before we met I was a slut. A raging, bottom slut. I didn’t care about the fuck as long as someone was on top of me, and made me cum. No one got to make love to me. No one. Especially no one that I wasn’t gonna see again. I thought it was trite. And yeah, I’ve had a few boyfriends. Boytoys, really, but they never turned into lovers, because I wasn’t ready to settle.”
“That means…” Marcus begins.
“I’m an old slut, love. There’s a 3 in front of my age, love. What’s fun becomes exhausting, the hangovers start to last a lot longer, the morning partings become more painful. The loneliness starts to sink in… as does the depression. And then I met you. And it was like I was starting over, and being in love for the first time.”

He blinks at me. “Honey I never knew this about you, how you felt about me.”
I pat his cheek. “You’re getting this old slut to let down his guard. Good for you.”
“You’re not old, and you’re not a slut. Well, you’re slutty, but not a slut. You’re mine,“ Marcus insists. “I like hearing that you want to settle with me, though. I like you. A lot.”
“Me too.”
We kiss.
“So…” Marcus begins. “With me, we’re making love?”
“Every damn time.”
He grins. “How did you know you were ready to share that with me? Cause when we first met, it wasn’t like this.”
“You were right. When we met, we just fucked. But then…then you started putting your hand over my cock when we had sex.”
“….I do?” He blinks.
I giggle. “Yeah you do it every time. You get me spread wide and open, make me impale myself on you, and before I can get anywhere near my needy little erection, you put your hand over it and my balls. Mine, you say. You don’t want me to touch. You don’t want me to focus on any other pleasure except the kind you’re giving me. And at first, it pissed me off, but then we had that night when we got back from the ballet remember?”
“Uh huh,” he replies, mesmerized by the words coming out of my mouth.
“And it was just…so wonderful. So intense. So slow, so passionate. And you did that, and it just felt right. I felt like I belonged to you, I wanted to give myself to you. So, I thought, why not? Why not see where this goes?” I kiss his chin. “It’s been a very rewarding experience. The sex is on another level.”

Marcus works his jaw. I wonder if he knows his eyes look a little wet. “Baby,” he manages. “I had no idea. I am so, so…flattered that you picked me, and let me pleasure you. When I met you, and started dating you, I thought – this guy is really special, but I don’t think he’s going to stick around long enough for me to show him how special he is. So every day to me, it’s like waking up in a dream.”
“It is, isn’t it?” I sigh, content. “Being in love is amazing. Getting fucked by you is amazing. Coming hands-free is amazing. Spending time with you is amazing. But it’s the sum of the parts that make me get up in the morning.”

Marcus wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my neck. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Marcus. …Hey, what’s that poking me in my thigh?”
“Huh?” he glances down. “Well, shit, look at that. I don’t think there’s anything left in the arsenal though.”
I wrap my fingers around it. “Why don’t we find out?”

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