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“Are you taking my picture now? I’m not wearing much.”
“Sure am. I want a nice photo of you. You worked hard on that body during Covid. A lot of pictures I have of you are just your face.”
“We did take a lot of stupid selfies on the couch. And in the car. And in bed.”
“You can’t tell we’re naked in some of those.” I grin.
He gives me that “you’re such a rapscallion” look. “Ok, fine. Take your photo.”
I adjust the focus and zoom and snap a couple. “Turn a little sideways. There. Good.” I take another two and put my camera away. “I appreciated that.”
“No problem. But if you wanted some half naked photos me to jerk off when I’m not there, you could have just asked.”
“Pfft. If it was for wanking, I would have requested you’d be naked. Some naked photos would be nice though…”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’d like photos of me naked?”
I blink. “Duh.”
He blushes. “Hmm. We’ll see how slutty I feel tonight.”

He leaves me to think about that and wades into the river for a swim. I end up taking my camera out again to take a few shots of him, until he begs me to come in and join him. Not a difficult choice. It’s muggy and humid, and the water is blissfully frigid. Once I get in, he swims up to me, puts his swimwear in my hands with a smirk on his face, and glides off. I swallow hard as his butt crests the water. God, what a tease! He knows I can’t bring my camera in the water! I groan and swim after him, wanting him immensely.

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vallentiro14:

“Hey babe, walk slower would you?”
Brandon stops on the stairs to turn and look at me. “What? Why?”
I catch up to him and smack his ass with my hand. “That’s why.”
“Ack! Michael! That was very childish of you.”
“It was. But I love your butt. Been wanting to do that all day.”
“You can always ask you know.” Brandon says.
“Yeah but, that’s not fun. Urge to appreciate boyfriend’s booty is a spontaneous thing. Most of the time I can handle myself. But watching you walk up the stairs to the boardwalk is too much. Your thighs too man, ngh.”
Brandon shakes his head at me. “You are a thirsty boy.”
“I am,” I sigh. “You drive me absolutely wild. You’re beautiful and independent and sexy and clever and considerate…. I think I’m like balls deep in the honeymoon phase of dating you. I hope it never ends.” Even under the mask and sunglasses, I can tell he’s blushing.
Brandon steps onto the stair landing with me. He removes his mask, lifts up mine, and kisses me. “Listen,” he stammers, “I’m not used to conveying my emotions as words, but like, that makes me happy to hear, ok?” He takes my hand. “Let’s go get boba ok?”
I take his hand. I feel a bit bad for making him all flustered. I make a note not to power-bomb with love too much. Brandon communicates by action, and I need to learn to read those actions. I squeeze his hand back. “Boba it is. We’re gonna splurge too. Get all the add ons and the specialty flavors in  biggest size.”
“I’ve always wanted to do that!”
I smile. “Now’s the time.”
“Hey Michael?”
“Hm?”
“My butt feels uneven, cause you only smacked it on one side. You’re gonna have to even it out if we’re gonna make it to boba.”
I trip over an uneven board as my heart soars. I can feel him trying to return my love. It feels like a break-through in learning to understand fluent Brandon. “I uh – yeah, I will absolutely do that for you babe.”
We pause so I can deliver a proper smack to Brandon’s other cheek. We get some weird looks, but I don’t care. His ass is both soft and firm and makes the most delightful sound upon contact. "Better, Brandon?”
“Much better. Hm, do I want the caramel mocha boba or do I want to do fruit tea this time…”
I take his hand again and we stroll off to the shops.

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vallentiro14:

“Brandon, listen. I appreciate that you want to help, but as someone who loves you I need to tell you that you suck at this. It’s not your fault. Just how you were made,” Calvin said.
Brandon sighed. “I do suck at this.”
“Yep. And I won’t let you hurt your thumb again. So what I want you to do, is go sit over there, drink a La Croix, and look really hot. Me and Riley will bring the boat in. Ok?”
Brandon nodded. “I understand. If it helps bring the boat in safely, I will fulfill my role to the best of my ability using my …talents. I will work hard to drink La Croix.”
“Yes, Brandon. That is good. I know you will exceed expectations.” Calvin gave him a kiss and a pat on the hip and sent him to sit down.
Riley looked at Calvin and mouthed “thank god”. Brandon was very pretty, but Riley was getting concerned they were going to sink out here.

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“Ah shit – hey honey?” Roland calls from the bathroom.
“Yay babe?” Gabriel responds from the bedroom.
 I forgot to grab a towel from the laundry basket. Can you grab one for me please? I’m dripping everywhere.”
“Sure thing, but you have to pay a kiss tax.”
“What the heck is that?” Roland asks.
Gabriel grabs a towel from the fresh laundry and brings into the bathroom. “A kiss tax is payment for my services. ”
“I think that’s a fair assessment. You got to see me naked too.” Roland wraps the towel around himself. Gabriel leans in for a kiss.
“Seeing you naked is always a highlight. Mmn. Good kiss. You are so warm. And you smell good.”
“It’s that soap you got from me Christmas. I love it.”
Gabriel smiles. “I’m glad. Get dressed quickly and come snuggle me. I want your warmth.”
“You want to stay and put the coconut oil on me?” Roland offers.
“That is something I didn’t know I wanted until now. Ya know, maybe we need to leave the towels out of the bathroom permanently. I’m liking where this all is leading.”
“If this is what happens every time I get out of the shower, I’d be late for work every day.” Roland points out.
“Eh, worth it.”
“I’ll just tell my boss I had to pay the kiss tax.”
“Surely he’ll understand.”
“Somehow, I think not.”
That makes Gabriel giggle. He picks up the coconut oil and squirted some in his palm. “Alright, warm boy, let’s get you all shiny. I cannot wait to snuggle you, you are gonna smell soooo good.”

“I really like how like…you’re so into me.”
“Well, I did marry you.” Gabriel points out.
“Yeah but like… mn, that feels good. You just like to be with me, and touch me. It’s nice,” Roland says softly.
“You’re sweet. But like, you wouldn’t believe how much I hold back. You’re my squish.”
“You’re what?” Roland chuckles.
“We used to have a golden retriever named Sunny when I was growing up, and she’d get attached to one plush toy and carry it everywhere. We’d call it her Squishy. I guess I learned it from her.”
“Man, you are such a golden retriever. I never realized that before, but man that is accurate. Hey there, I feel you squeezing my butt back there.”
“Butt tax.”
“I see. I’m gonna need a receipt for all these taxes I’m paying.”
“You’ll have to dog the accountant at the pawffice for that, but if you’re pugnacious they’ll fetch it for you.”
Roland could only laugh. “God, Gabriel that was so bad!”

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Christie paused in the living room and tapped her nails on her mug. ‘Hey Topher?” she called for her brother.
“Yeah?” he asked from the kitchen.
“What’s up with your tree?”
“Huh?” Topher turned off the water at the sink.
“It’s…half done.”
Topher walked in, drying his hands on a towel. “What do you mean, half -…oh. Oh no. We never finished it.”
Christie gestured. “Did you run out of lights or something? Doesn’t seem that way…” She pushed the pile with her toes.
“Uh.” Topher turned a bit red. “This guy I’ve been seeing came over to help me set it up. Uh…we got distracted”
“Topher James. You’re getting laid?”
“Oh god. You can’t know that.”
She squealed. “You have to tell me! What’s his name? How hot is he? How tall is he? Where does he work?”
“Christiiiiiiiiiiie.”
She waggled her eyebrows. “Are we thinking kielbasa or vienna sausage?”
“CHRISTIE.” Topher ran his hand over his face. “Good god. We are not gossiping. His name is Derek, we met at a concert, it’s nothing serious. We’re barely official, it’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal huh? You have a present under the tree from him. Two from the looks of it.”
Topher turned a bit pink. “He’s nice.”
“Can I meet him?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s too soon!”
Christie scoffed. “Too soon? If you’re being intimate, it’s not too soon to meet a sister. Parents maybe.”
Topher made a face. “Well, when Derek looked me up on Instagram for the first time, he saw a photo of us and thought we were dating.”
Christie pulled a similar face.

“Ewwww.”
“Yeah. So it’s weird.”
“Oh. Well. If I can’t meet him, I’m definitely going to need all the gossip. Height and profession please. And show me a photo!”
Topher groaned and went back into the kitchen with Christine trotting after him. “I’ll show you a photo, just drop it ok?”
Christine grinned. “No. Why don’t you call him over so you can finish the tree.”
Topher took a beer out of the fridge. “I need this.”

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everydaysagreatday:

Brett sighs. “It really is pretty.”
“We did a really great job. It looks like something from a department store,” Khalid says.
“I’m glad we used only one color for the lights. Would have been too overwhelming with the ornaments,” Brett comments.
“I agree.”
They watch the lights twinkle.
“Our first Christmas together in our own place,” Brett murmurs.
“Is it selfish of me that I’m kind of glad I shouldn’t travel for Christmas, and so I get to spend it with you?”
“No, cause if it is, that means I’m selfish too.”
Khalid chuckles and kisses Brett on his cheek. “You’re adorable. We can be selfish together.”
“Fine by me. You know, when I was a kid, I told myself I wouldn’t wait to open presents. That I’d open them when I got them. But I see the merit in waiting now.”
“The presents are part of the decoration,” Khalid says.
“Huh. That’s definitely true. But now like, as adults, the fun of Christmas is watching people open stuff you got for them. Like I’m going mental trying not to tell you what I got you.”
Khalid points to a package. “Well that one is definitely a vinyl, based on the wrapping.”
“Yesss but I can’t tell you which one!” Brett whines.
“You better not. I want it to be a surprise.”
Brett pats him on the arm. “You will be.”

Khalid looks at Brett. “I can see the lights in your eyes.”
“You can?”
“Yeah…” Khalid cups Brett’s jaw. “We shouldn’t forget that the most beautiful things are right in front of us.”
Brett blushes and leans into the kiss from his boyfriend. “Khalid-” He sighs softly and accepts another. “Mn, I can taste the peppermint marshmallows from the hot chocolate…”
“Can you?”
“Yeah. Mn don’t stop.”
Khalid cups the back of Brett’s head and deepens the intensity of the kiss. Brett puts his hand on Khalid’s chest. Khalid pulls back, a confused look on his face. Brett smiles as he extracts himself from Khalid’s embrace. He stands up and takes a step back so he can sit on the soft. He leans back across it long-way, and crooks a finger in Khalid’s direction.
A look of understanding appears on Khalid’s face, and it darkens into lust and desire. He stands up and climbs over Brett’s supine post to straddle his legs. He returns to kissing Brett as the classical music plays in the background. Even if there isn’t much under the tree this year, it doesn’t matter at all. What Khalid wants most is under him, not the tree.

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I don’t wanna get up…..

Dude, you’re working from home, the only thing I need for you to get up is between your legs while you do that conference call……

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I don’t wanna get up…..”
“Dude, you’re working from home, the only thing I need for you to get up is between your legs while you do that conference call……”
Levi opens an eye. “Someone is horny this morning.”
“Sleeping next to a hot naked guy does that.”
“Pfft.” Levi waves his hand and let’s it drop to the comforter. “I have to go pee.”
He throws his legs off the bed and strides into the bathroom. I hear the sounds of water running, teeth being brushed. He yawns as he crawls back into bed. “I gotta dial in…”
“Can I suck your cock during the conference call?” I rub his thigh.
“Well. If I put it on mute. They won’t need me much.”
“Excellent.” I start stroking him with my hand to wake up his cock.
“Mmn that’s nice.” Levi punches in the call.
“Hello?”
“Oh good morning Levi.”
“Good morning.” He yawns.

There’s some usual office banter and some usual boring office conversation. Levi props himself against the headboard and puts the phone on speakerphone and sets it on his chest. The conversation gets going and I can’t follow the trail of acronyms and jargon. What’s much more interesting is that Levi’s cock has decided it likes my attention, and I move on to laving it with my tongue and cupping his balls between my fingers. Levi seems to be out of the conversation. He mutes the call and lets out a soft groan as I play with him. “Fuck you are good at that…”
I move his foreskin with my lips and clean the tip of his hole with my tongue. He twists his fingers in my hair as I swallow him to the hilt and suck. He whimpers and his legs began to tremble. “I really should be focusing on the conference call…”
They’re talking about client proposals. I ignore Levi and roll his testicles in my fingers. He’s squirming and panting. His hips leap up and the orgasms crests like a wave over a smooth rock. Barely escaping gagging on his member, I catch his spunk in my mouth and swallow all of it, one hand holding him at the base, the other stroking his lower stomach. He doesn’t like his balls being touched during climax.
“Fuck! Oh good lord.” Levi goes limp onto the bed. He closes his eyes as his breathing regulates. “Fuck you’re so good at that.” The people on the phone are still chatting.
I smile around his shaft. I clean as I withdraw it, until the softening thing shrinks back into its hood.
“So Levi, what do you think of picking Polyworld over Pullman Technical Group? … Levi? You there?”
I look up. Oh fuck. Levi’s asleep. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Levi you there?”
I push the mute button. “Hi this is Levi’s roommate. He went downstairs to make some coffee and spilled it -”
”Oh goodness.”
There’s some giggling from a female voice.
I wipe the cum off my lips on the back of my hand. “But he uh… uh…” I glance around and spy the weed magazine I left on the nightstand last night. “He wanted me to tell you that he prefers Pullman. They’re almost certainly going to be acquiring Rosid this fall, and having access to the cannabis industry will be helpful if you – we?- want to diversify uh, your portfolio.”
There’s silence. Shit shit shit–
“Cannabis? Now that’s an interesting idea we haven’t considered.”
”That’s some out-of-the-box thinking Levi.”
“Didn’t we discuss diversifying wasn’t going to happen until next year?”
“Yeah but I’m not sure if cannabis is an industry that fits into our business plan…”
“It’s so profitable though.”

I hit the mute button and exhale. Good grief. I watch Levi sleep. His cock even looks tucked in. You’re welcome, Levi. When the conference call ends, I wake him up to say good bye and he passes out again. I pull the sheet over him and go to brush my teeth. He’s gonna owe me his ass for this! But where to fuck him… hmmmm…

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I crawled onto the bed while trying to will my erection away. I had bounded up the stairs when he texted me from the bedroom. “DTF?” Of course I was down to fuck. He’d been gone like 12 hours a day working on new road projects for the city. Now that quarantine was in effect, the city ramped up its efforts to fix all the damage over winter. Which meant I spent a lot of days alone. However, he came home early today. He went up to shower, then I got the text…

Alas, when I got upstairs, I found Jules passed out like a cat in a sunbeam. He didn’t even pull the comforter off the pillows. Just pulled off his jeans enough to tempt me with his ass…and click. He was out. I caressed the curve of his butt. “You’re exhausted aren’t you, baby? Poor Jules…” I sighed. God what a butt. I bit my lip. I could fuck him in his sleep. We’d done it before. No, he needed rest. My full balls could wait. I pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs. I pulled a blanket out of the closet and draped it over his nude form. Jules sighed in his sleep.
“Sleep well.” I kissed his temple. I figured he’d be up for dinner.

To my surprise, he slept until morning. At dawn, I was woken up by someone kissing my chest.
“Jules?” I slurred.
“Good morning.”
“The sun isn’t up…” I noted, one eye closed.
“Yeaah… too early to want your dick then?”
I thought. “No. Help your self.” I flung back the sheets and rolled onto my back.
He exhaled. “Oh god yess…”

I slipped in and out of sleep in a fog of pleasure as he stroked me to full hardness and rode me like a cowboy. His moans were beautiful, like angel song. I managed to open my eyes just to see him throw back his head in ecstasy as he came. I filled his tight ass, and the black spots in my vision over took me again.

I woke up some time later, under a very familiar blanket. Bed was empty though. Damn. Missed him before work. He did leave me a lovely breakfast in the fridge though, with a note:
“Thank you so much for letting me sleep and for the sex this morning. I feel AWESOME today! You’re such a great boyfriend. <3 Jules.”
I nearly cried. Loved that boy.

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Parker wasn’t super sure about dating a merman at first. They had a reputation for being so demanding, and so very needy. Seafood only diets weren’t cheap either! Better than feeding vampires though. Still.
Parker couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of a naked man run into the surf – which had to be freezing, Jesus christ – and dive in. A moment later, the silhouette changed into the fish shape. Parker heard a distant cry of pleasure mixed in with roar of the waves. Must be so liberating, but poor guy – he’d been so grouchy and itchy lately. At least this way he could rub against the sand and finish molting his scales.

Despite his boyfriend’s many needs, and the large water bill, Parker’d never been happier. He thought back to a few days ago, when they stayed up late – Parker braiding his boyfriend’s hair, making love until 3 am. Apparently mermen get needy before they start molting – who knew? At five months into the relationship, there was still a lot to discover. And many more trips to the ocean to be had.

Parker let him swim. He went to fill two buckets with fresh water for his boyfriend to rinse off with later, and he also checked the cooler full of ice. Supposedly there’d be fresh fish for dinner if the hunt went well. He rubbed his shoulders and numb hands and went back inside the camper to finish repairing that laptop he was fixing. The merman would be in the sea for a while. No need to stand out in the cold barefoot.

Inside the camper, Parker made himself some coffee. He sat at the table and gazed at the window at the broody sea under the slate sky. No sign of his man. But at some point, he’d walk out of the surf…naked…dripping…scales gleaming and freshly polished. His skin would taste of sea water. Muscles would be strong and exercised. His kiss would be hot. No doubt he would pin Parker down and overwhelm him with his dominance and marine scent…

It took Parker a moment to realize he was rubbing his cock through his thermal layer. There was a wet spot. He coughed and undid the buttons before shoving his hand inside, seeking his throbbing and leaking cock. Fuck he hoped no one would be looking in the windows!

Where was he? Oh yeah… being dominated by a successful hunter…

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chamapai:

He was a stranger. A message went out on my local Discord gay chat for my city – “Emergency: Friend of mine is being abused by his boyfriend, needs placement”. I clicked. A group of friends were going to move Evan out while his boyfriend was at work. But Evan didn’t have a place to go. His family lived on the other side of the country and didn’t have a room for him. So I offered my spare room, if he was ok with a dog.
Evan liked dogs.

So less than 24 hours later, Evan was moved in with all his boxes, suitcases, and trashbags. He never left. I told him he could leave at will. We looked at his budget and new places. But it just didn’t end up working out that way – I was enjoying his company at the dinner table, he liked having a hiking buddy and a dog watching the place at night. His therapist said a safe stable place was good for his healing.
Eventually I started charging Evan rent. He paid. Even after he stopped dating around, and went from sleeping in his own room to  sleeping in mine.

Two years later, I got a promotion which would send me to a new city. Evan made the decision to come with me in about thirty seconds. Now we don’t have to live with the fear of seeing his ex around the city and can begin to really live – as a couple. I will keep him safe for the rest of his life and cherish him with all the love I can.

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