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thekinkygrad:

Rise and shine!

I place the mug on the counter and sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Hey baby,” I coo. “Time to wake up.”

“Mmnn…”

I put a hand on his ass. “I brought you some hot chai, and I made cinnamon waffles and apples downstairs.”

“Ya did?”

“I did. I also started a load of laundry and cleaned your kitchen…”

Vlad rolls over and peers at me through sleepy puffy eyes. “How do you get all that energy after sex? I just want to hibernate.”

I give a shy shrug. “It just invigorates me. Plus I always feel this urge to do something to thank boys who bottom for me. Once that kicks in, I can’t sleep.”

“I think that’s a quirk of being a submissive top,” Vlad says. He yawns hugely and stretches like a lion.

“I think that’s just me *being* a submissive top,” I tease back.

He snorts. “Maybe so.” He gazes up at me with those pretty chocolate eyes and cups my cheek. “Damn you’re a sight for sore eyes. I love waking up to a pretty face.”

I blush, right on cue. “Oh come on Vlad.”

“What? You know I pick certain positions during sex just so I can see your face?”

I gasp. “No!”

“Yup. I do. You are blushing up a storm there.”

I clap my hands to my face. “Aaaaghhh.”

He laughs. “You also make great facial expressions. Mnn is that my chai there?”

“It is.” Vlad sits up, and I pass him the chai. He sips and groans. “God you make this well.”

“Thank you.”

I watch him sip and admire his almost nude body. The bulge in the jockstrap is distracting. His abs are distracting. Every bob of his Adam’s apple is distracting.

“Andy?”

“Hm?”

“Go out with me?”

My eyes widen. “Like – like dating?” I squeak.

“Yeah. I mean, pretending we’re both just friends with benefits is silly at this point. I want…well, more.”

“More?” I whisper.

“More you,” Vlad replies. He gazed down at his chai. “More of this.”

“Chai?”

“Mornings,” he corrects in his sturdy gentle tone. “Mornings with you. More fooling around. Sex. Fun. Time together. You are the only top I’ve met who lets me be me, to be dominant and take charge. And I may be wrong, but I get a feeling you do all this nice stuff for me because it’s how you show you care?”

I nod. “Yes. I do care about you.”

“I’d be an idiot to squander this for another pointless night of fucking. I’ve had those years. I want to be selfish with you.”

I hadn’t realized I was smiling until I became aware my cheeks hurt. “Am I blushing right now?”

“Tremendously,” Vlad notes.

“It would make me really happy if we were together,” I say.

Vlad cups my cheek again. I can feel his callouses from when he drums. “Good. It’d make me happy too.” He leans forward and we kiss. “Very good. Very very good.”

I bite my lip. “Yay.”

Vlad chuffs. “Yay indeed.”

There’s a pause as we digest this.

“Can…can we have sex after breakfast?” I ask.

A devilish grin flashes on Vlad’s face. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

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“God we are so clever. How did you come up with this idea anyway sweetheart?” Martin asked.

“Well, just thought it’d be fun to do a couples things that was a little bad ass and a little naughty.”

“Well you realllly nailed that one. You look so hot in that vest.”

Jason smirked. “Well, thank you. Buuut there is one reason why I picked these two in particular.”

“What, honey?”

“Do you remember what happens at the end of LIttle Red Riding Hood?” Martin inquired.

Jason titled his head. “Let’s see… goes to the house…grandma is the wolf… the wolf eats Little Red.”

“That’s it.”

“The wolf eats … oh! OH!” Jason bounced on the soles of his heels. “I’m gonna get eaten out?”

“If you’re not too tired baby.”

Jason squealed. “I’m going to get SEX done to me after this party oh yesss.”

Martin laughed. “You are too adorable. And yes, it will be happening.” He patted Jason on the ass. “Be a good Riding Hood and get your basket filled with treats at the party tonight.” Martin then fisted Jason’s shirt. “Please the wolf maaaaybe he’ll let you live.”

Jason groaned, fisted that fur shawl thing back, and they were soon making out like teenagers off to the side in front of the party.

“Fuuuck,” Martin groaned. “I should have put you in a speedo instead of red boxers…”

Jason panted from being ravished. “Honey, no, we would have been arrested by now for having sex in indecent places.”

“Now look, just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t.”

Jason gave Martin a doe-eyed look. He was sure he was going to marry that man one day.

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Send me nudes when you get home so i know you’re safe

Send me nudes when you get home so i know you’re safe

by ccallenreese

temptingdominance:

Alright I laughed.

When Alex got back from the bathroom, his roommate Tina looked very guilty and was giggling to herself.
“…What. What are you laughing ab – is that my phone?”
She tossed it onto the sofa, grinning like an idiot. “No what are you talking about?”
“TINA what are you doing on my phone?”
She covered her mouth and giggled some more. “You got a text while you were peeing from your cute little boyfriend thanking you for the nice night, and he was just so cute and -”
“-You didn’t respond to him did you?”
Tina turned red and cracked up. “I am a very bad girl.”
“TINA!” Alex cried, diving for his phone. “What did you DO?” He checked the text messages:
Trevor: I had a wonderful time this evening. You are fun to be with, and you looked so sexy in those jeans. It’s gonna be a lonely long drive home. 🙁
Alex: I loved spending time with you tonight too.

Alex’s jaw dropped, “TINA RENEE COHEN you SENT this to him??”
She was wheezing now. “I am so so sorry, but I’m drunk and I just couldn’t not send it.”
“Oh my god, what am I going to do. Also – for sho? Seriously? I do not talk like that, babe.”
More giggling.
Alex sent off a correction: Hey, uh, so apparently Tina wrote that when I was in the bathroom. I’m so so sorry. Also I never ever say fo sho.

The delay in response stressed him out and Alex began to pace. Finally, the phone chimed.

Trevor: Hey sorry for the delay. Can’t text while driving you know. I stopped at CVS on the way home and saw this. At first I was offended, but then I kind of laughed. It was such a random and pervy thing to say.
Alex: I’m seriously sorry. I don’t want you to think you’re just a piece of ass to me.
Trevor: Does that mean you don’t want nudes at all then?
Alex: …..
Alex: ….Well I mean…
Trevor: LOL Let you know when I get home safe 😉
Alex: Please get home safe.

Tina spoke up from the sofa. “What? What did he say? You’re smiling.”
Alex grinned,”You might have gotten me dick pics.”
“Oh ho, the straight women strike back!” She punched a fist in the air.
“I am going into my room.”
“Uh huh,” Tina said, looking smug.

Alex scurried to his room, and waited. Twenty minutes later, Alex got a Myspace angle picture of Trevor sitting on his bed with his legs crossed. He was naked and even in the dim light, his cock was plainly visible. Trevor kept his hair closely cropped. Bold, but tasteful. Just a boy in bed.
Trevor: Home safe.
Alex swooned onto his own bed. “I love how dark your cock is, compared to the rest of you. So sexy.”
Trevor texted in return a series of emojis that were
blushing: The guy I tried dating before you didn’t like it…
Alex: Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you.
Trevor: 🙂 You’re sweet.
Alex: Here hold on a second, I’m returning the favor.
He sent a picture of him sitting naked with legs open,
reflecting in the mirror on the wall across from his bed.
Trevor:  Wow… you’re hung like a model. And your abs, too man. Damn.
Fuck, I want to explore you…
Alex: How would you do it?
Trevor: I would hold you like this…
A picture popped up of Trevor’s hand wrapped around his shaft.
Alex: Fuck you’re such a tease, I can’t see much of it…
Trevor: I would move it up and down, pressing kisses up your thigh..

At that moment, Alex realized there was no going back from this. He reclined back onto the pillows and began to stroke himself, but realized he couldn’t texted properly with one hand.
Alex: Can I call you?
Trevor: Call me.
Alex fumbled to dial the phone.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“That photo you sent was super hot,” Trevor said. “I love uncut guys.”
Alex blushed. “Well you can play with me all you want.”
“I want to… I wanted to since I met you. But I wanted to establish a real relationship with you first.”
“Aww, Trevor,” Alex said, “That’s really sweet. I kind of feel the same way. You know? I just… I mean I really want you. Especially right now.”
Trevor chuckled. “Are you jerking off?”
Alex didn’t know how to respond to that. “Are you?”
Trevor replied, “Only if you are.”
Alex groaned. “Fuck. Well, I am… thinking of you holding my cock like that and just pulling slowly until I go insane…”
Trevor snickered. “You would be squirming in an instant. I wouldn’t let you off easily. Make you really earn that orgasm…”
“Trevor, I always pegged you for a bottom, but now I’m not so sure.”
Trevor scoffed. “Oh I am. Just one that likes having my way.”
“Fuck, now I’m definitely jerking off.”
Trevor laughed. “I wish it were me.”
“Me too…”
“Are you hard right now?”
“Rock hard.”
“Is your cock straight?”
“Nah it kinda curves a little, right over my hip…”

The dirty banter continued for a good half an hour, until Alex’s wrist and fingers ached and his stomach hurt from clenching during the orgasm. He was panting into the phone, which was on speakerphone next to his bed. Alex was about to ask Trevor if he came when he heard a loud, “oh FUCK me!” and a hiss through clenched teeth. “Fuck fuck…just…fuck … nnng…”
“Yeah milk it out baby. Milk your dick,” Alex purred. “Wring yourself dry, babe.”
“I am I am. Feels so good…I can’t move.”
“I wish I were there,” Alex lamented.
“Next time,” Trevor said, sounding tired.
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Here,” Alex said. He took a photo and sent Trevor a shot of his belly splattered in cum.
“I just got it. You shot far. You’ll like what I’m sending you in return…”
“Can’t wait.”
When Alex got the selfie of Trevor licking his own seed off his hand, he gasped. “Fucked, that’s going in the spankbank forever! Oh fuck, you are so sexy and slutty, I love it.”
Trevor laughed. “I only get this way when I’m horny. As soon as this afterglow wears off I’ll be super embarrassed.”
Alex: “Don’t be. Own it.
Trevor: “I’m trying to learn how. Fuck. I just got super tired. I’m gonna hang up so I can clean up ok? Text me.”
Alex: Will do. Good night, Trev.
Trevor: Good night.

When Alex came out of his room for a snack, Tina was watching TV and eating from a tub of coconut ice cream.
“…Well you were in there a while,” she stated.
Alex jumped on the sofa and squeezed Tina in a hug. She squeaked. “Alex!”
“Thank you so much. Because of you, a boy showed me his penis and it was awesome.”
Tina laughed. “You’re welcome. Penis is pretty awesome isn’t it?”
Alex stole the spoon. “It really is. But seriously no more playing match-maker ok?”
Tina thought. “Ok fine. But give me back the spoon ok?”
Alex smirked. “Haha nope.”

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“Are you not enjoying our date?” Darren asks, face tight with concern.
Jaime drops his fingers and stops in the middle of the street. “May I be honest?”
“Yes?” he replies in a soft, cautious voice.
Jaime licks his lower lip and lowers his head. “You’re too wonderful to me. I feel that I cannot live up to how lovely you are to me. Right now, I’m miserable. I’m incredibly stressed about my exam, the aspirin is wearing off and my sprained ankle is aching, and I’ve been terribly hungry all day. Honestly I just feel so frustrated, I want nothing more than to sit down and throw a tantrum until someone just…takes care of me. I’m trying to focus on our date instead.”
Darren’s face changes. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt so poorly?”
“Because all I want is to spend time with you, but I feel like I’m squandering it,” Jaime replies, quickly brushing a tear off his check.
“Aww Jaime, you’re so tender right now, but you still tried to be so strong for me.” Darren kisses the tear streaming down his cheek, and is pleased to see it got Jaime to smile.
“Your lips…are um, very soft.” Jaime shouldn’t have been surprised that Darren took that as a hint to kiss him properly then, but he’s so stunned and the butterflies are going crazy in his stomach, that he just stands there frozen.
Darren waits for a response, hazel eyes sparkling.
“I feel immensely lighter now,” Jaime whispers.

Darren smiles and hooks his fingers with Jaime’s. “Why don’t we find a cafe, get you a nosh, get you some aspirin, then go back to your place to study?”
Jaime’s eyebrow go up. “Won’t that bore you?”
“The city will be here for other dates in the future. As long as we are spending time together, I’m fine.”
Jaime squeezes Darren’s hand. “You are wonderful. Let’s find a place with good desserts. I’m treating you.”
Darren groans. “Oh first you let me kiss you then ply me with sugar. I am helpless to this.”
Jaime laughs. “Too bad!”

Later, they were sitting in Jaime’s living room, Darren helping him with flashcards for his paramedic’s exam. A box of pastries, half consumed, was opened on the table, surrounded by tea cups. A soft rumble of thunder catches their attention, and the over-cast day becomes a rainy one.
They both looked out the window, then at each-other.
“If you hadn’t suggested we go in, we’d be out in the botanical gardens right now, soaked!”
Jaime blushes a little. “Hooray for my whining?”
“Hooray indeed.” Darren looks pleased with himself. He fingers a flashcard. “I perhaps may like to reward you for it later.”
“Reward me?”
“…Would it be uncouth to ask to spend the night Jaime?”
Jaime turns a fine shade of red. “That would be nice. I’m not sure if um, I’m ready you know…to go all the way…” he muttered, making a circular gesture with his hands.
Darren leaned forward and put a hand on top of Jaime’s foot that was elevated on the arm of the sofa. “Even if you just let me kiss and cuddle you, I’ll be happy.”
Jaime smiles and hides behind his textbook. He was going to let Darren do more than that.

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“Are they ok? I don’t want underwear lines to show.”
I scoff at his ridiculous request. “More than ok. I could stare at your ass for
a full year and not get tired of it. You can wear whatever underwear you want,
and it’ll still look amazing.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re biased,” he insists.
“Honest,” I correct.
He chuffs through his nose. I can see Stephen hiding a smiling from his reflection in
the mirror. I’m sitting on the floor on his bathmat giving his dog scratches
behind its ears.
“Why do you even go to these parties?” I ask. “You seem to really hate them.”
“Truthfully, I do,” Stephen admits, picking up concealer and dabbing it onto
the bags under his eyes. “Everyone is so fake. It’s just a dick measuring
contest of wealth you know. It’s meaningless.”
“Then why do you go to them all? You said it’s just rich people being bored
right? There’s lots. You don’t have to go to them all.”
Stephen exhales. “Pressure from my parents back Shanghai. They sent me to Vancouver
to go to school here, and there’s this immense pressure to meet their
expectations you know. And I can’t go back. I can’t be gay in Shanghai, working
for my father’s company.”
I nod. “Oh yeah, you talked about that. That…sucks.”
“It does,” Stephen laments, “And I keep thinking there’s like, one thing I have
to do and – bam! Successful! And I can show them proof and they’ll leave me
alone, and I’ll get to stay. They think I’m going to come back and work at the company, but my
brother is already doing that. They don’t need me. I would rather I get hired
here somewhere and have an excuse to not go back.”

“Or you could start your own company,” I suggest.
“A sex toy company,” he grins.
I smack the back of his calf. “Naughty!
“Hey, even rich people have sex drives,” Stephen notes. “They just make you pay
to listen to them moan.”

I laugh. “Such a cynic. Say, Stephen?”
“Hm?” he asks.
“Do you really feel that you have no control over your life, and that you have
to drop everything hoping someone else will control it for you?
“That’s not true,” he retorts. “I can do whatever I want with my life. I’m
spoil a rich kid remember?”
“But that’s not true,” I insist. I gently remove myself from underneath his
sleeping dog and stand up. “You can do whatever you want, but you don’t. You
let your parents control you from afar, and now that you’re grown up, you want
someone else to guide you to your future.”
“I do not!” he says, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side.”

I shrug. “I suppose so… but let me lay out an offer for
you.”
“Hm?”
“What if you let me take control?” He was half faced me, and I spun him around
to face the sink, and pinned his hands to the porcelain.
“Dion, what are you doing?” Stephen asks, almost amused.
I press myself up against the back of him. “What if you let me control you…for
a period. Made decisions for you. Would you trust me to make you happy?”
Stephen doesn’t answer, “It’s…very distracting because I can feel your cock
against me.”
I kiss the back of his neck and smile at the goosebumps that break out. “Ah!”
he remarks.
“You didn’t answer me. If you want control so much, why not let me control you?
Make you obey me…or be punished…” I slide my hands up his arms and pull his
wrists back his back.
“Dion!” Stephen says, his voice wavering a bit

“I’d take your wallet away, make you ask me before you
spent it. Told you what to say to your parents. Told you to tell your parents
to back off. That you want to stay in Vancouver…” I breath warm air in his ear.
“Because you won’t go anywhere if there’s not a man waiting to fuck you there.”
Stephen groans. “Di-dion, you’re giving me a hard-on and I ha-have to go to
this party-“
“You don’t have to,” I purr, gathering his wrists in one hand, and using other
to squeeze his ass. Dion whimpers.
“Ye –yes I do, what if someone-“
“Is there and wants to hire you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well even if they are there, there’s no guarantee that you’ll get a job or you’ll
like the job. Or it’ll even be in your field. I think if you don’t go to the
party, nothing will change. Just like the last fifteen or so you went to,
Stephen. Tonight, you are going to stay in, and I am going to tie you up…and I’m
going to fuck you. And in the morning, we are going to re-evaluate. But
tomorrow morning, you belong to me. And I approve all of your decisions.
Understand, boy?” I squeeze his ass hard.
Stephen gulps. “Ye-yes sir.”

I reach around to the front and find his cock rigid in
his underwear. I stroke it lazily and Stephen hisses. “Dion!”
“What a horny boy. And so suppressed too.” I press my thumb up against the head
of his cock and a wet spot forms on the underwear. Stephen exhales a raged sigh
and pushes his butt against me.
“God you are so good with your fingers,” he complains.
“Your body is starved for sex, Stephen,” I say, “You need a man in your life….”
I place both hands on his hips and pull his waist against my crotch. “What
would your parents think of you with a middle class white man like me? Would
they think I’m below you?” I rub against him and he whimpers.
“Would they think you’ve …lost control? That I’m manipulating you?”
“N-no-“
“Or would you rather that they think that, then think all you want is to be a
bottom bitch and let a man run your life with a firm hand and a leather crop?”
Stephen squirms against me. “I can’t have that.”
“Why not?”

“Too much pressure to succeed.”
“Well,” I say, pushing down his underwear. “If you succeed at being a good
bottom bitch… I say job well done eh?”

Stephen doesn’t have much to say to that. I push his
ankles to his feet and began to frot against him. Stephen, who does not have
much sexual experience and thus has trouble controlling himself, moans without
any restraint until his noises wake up the dog. She leaves the room.

I undo my pants and let them fall. I quickly pull out my
neglected cock and pressed it back between Stephen’s incredibly toned cheeks.
Guess that’s what you get when you pay for a private trainer. I press a hicky
to his shoulder as we rock back and forth.
“Don’t stop,” Stephen whimpers.
“Where’s the lube, boy?”
“Be-bedroom Sir!”
I can feel my heart hammer when he calls me that. I step back from his ass,
which is now marked with my pre-cum, and give him a swat. Stephen yelps. “Get
on the bed and put your ass in the air for me I demand.”
“Yes sir!”

I watch Stephen scurry into the over-sized room and crawl
onto the bed, beautiful ass in the air. I lick my lips hungry. “You would
greatly benefit from getting fucked regularly, “ I tell him.
“Fuck me,” he pleads.
I walk up to him and smack him on the ass again.
Stephen’s voice is needier. “Fuck me please!”
“Guess you’re not going to the party then? Or maybe…I should send you, smelling
of me, and sex, without underwear, and a hicky on your neck?”
Stephen moans louder and begins to stroke himself. “Control me,” he begs.
“Hands off!” I bark.
He puts his hands on the mattress, frozen in place.
“Good boy,” I coo. I walk around to the nightstand drawer and pull out the
lube. “Now the real party is about to get started…”

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temptingdominance:

2016.

“How is it possible?”
“What Sir?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
“Every since I put that collar on you, your body language has been completely different.”
“Different…?”
“More aloof, cocky. You’re walking like you got a big dick.”
He laughs, nearly bending over. “Sir you’re hilarious!”
“I’m serious! It’s seems to have given you a big boost of confidence.”
“Well, why shouldn’t it?” he retorts. “It’s beautiful, I look beautiful. People stare enviously at a boy with leather around his neck. It signifies everything mysterious and dangerous they could never have in their lives.They want to be me, and fuck me.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “When did you get so full of yourself?”
“I am not full of myself!” he huffs.
“You are, and I love it. My little egoist walks down the grocery store aisles like he’s modeling in Milan.”
“I do not!”
“You wore heels to the grocery store last week don’t lie!”
“Ok, maybe I did. But they looked fabulous with my outfit.”
“Ok, you’re right about that…”
“And my collar looks great with any outfit. Heels make the legs bulge, lift the ass, push out the chest. Why can’t a collar change how I carry myself?”

I smile. His logic is flawless, and very gay. “God, I love you,” I reply, cupping his cheeks and kissing him, right there on the sidewalk for everyone to see.

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temptingdominance:

hornyjustfordaddy:

flashdoggy:

Throw a few big dogs on that bed and you have my typical Sunday afternoons.

@temptingdominance

Yes!

August shuffled to the front door, feeling thick headed and blurry eyed. Was it his neighbor giving him mixed up mail again? He opened the door, blinking and stunned, but deeply pleased. “Oscar! What are you here?”
He looked a bit sheepish and held up a bag. “I um, just wanted to see you again, you know. I’ve been wanting to see you since our last date, and when I heard you were sick and that you had to cancel our date tonight, you sounded so down. I brought you some soup, tea, and tissues and magazines and stuff.”
August looked at his boyfriend fondly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m really happy to see you. I’m glad you came.”
Oscar smiled. “May I come in?”
“Oh sure sure. Watch Gordie there.”
August’s giant Rottweiler bowled Oscar over with a greeting. The dog was brimming with energy. “Oof! Oh hello big boy. Yes you are such a hyper dog!” Oscar looked at August. “Does he need to be walked?”
August looked at him. “Yeah he hasn’t been walked in two days,” he admitted. “Just so fucking sick and it’s so cold out there.”

Oscar nodded. “Well I’m still in my jacket. Why don’t you get started on this soup, make some tea, and I’ll check on you when I get back?”
August wondered if Oscar had been sent from heaven. “You are awesome. I’d kiss you if I wasn’t sick.”
“I’ll take a raincheck.”
August chuckled.

When Oscar returned with a tired and happy dog, he found August snuggled into the sofa with the empty take-out container of soup, a decimated cracker packet, and a nearly empty cup of tea. “Guess I was hungry?”
Oscar laughed. “Clearly.“

August’s body had been fighting its viral invaders all day, all now that it had fresh fuel, it was too much for him to stay awake and turn the food into energy. He quickly became drowsy. Oscar didn’t complain. He changed August’s sheets while August showered, and tucked him in. Oscar even risked getting sick himself by crawling in to bed with August to read him a bed time story.

August insisted on cuddling as close to Oscar as possible. He hoped Oscar could feel the love radiating from his body. He was still a bit shy about expressing his feelings, and found it easier to show them instead. Oscar put an arm over. August exhaled softly in contentment, and drifted off to the timbre of Oscar’s voice.

When he woke up the next morning, August felt marginally better. His fever had broken, but he felt warm because there was a giant dog on top of him. Oscar was no where to be seen, but there was fresh laundry in the basket at the foot of the bed. A quick check of the apartment showed it had been tidied. Dishes washed. August was stunned. His boyfriend had done this for him? A fresh lump appeared in throat. Fuck, he wasn’t worthy!

He found a note taped to his phone: Gordie’s been let out and fed. Went to run errands. Text me when you’re up, I’ll bring you breakfast 🙂

Why was that smiley face so cute? August checked the time. He texted Oscar. “I’m up for brunch now. Gonna take another shower. See you soon?”
As he was drinking last night’s cold tea, August got a response. “I’m bringing lox and bagels. See you soon!”
August smiled. He paused with his finger over his phone’s keyboard. Maybe it was the medication making him do it, but he responded. “Thank you, babe. Listen, um, I think …I think I’m falling in love with you.” He immediately panicked after sending it. The response time felt like an eon.
Oscar wrote back though. “Oh wow. Nice to hear you’re catching up to me. :)”

August couldn’t help it. He made it into the shower before he began to cry. After being abandoned by his mom, cheated on by a past lover, and scammed out of overtime at work, August finally felt like he was loved and cherished.

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THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO THIS STORY.

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I watch, hands on his shoulders for support. His hand is tense with pain from gripping.
“There you go…just like that…” I murmur in his ear. I feel it first. A tremor ripples down his shoulder to his shaky hands and vibrates the block, making the other blocks resting on the corner of the half pulled one shake and skew. The tower tilts wildly.
“Goddamn,” he swears, back-handing the whole thing. I gasp as the blocks scattered everywhere with a clatter. Cashew, who has been sitting by his Master’s feet waiting patiently, jumps to his paws and begins to collect the wooden blocks on the floor with his teeth and putting them in a pile.

At the chair in front of me, my boyfriend CJ rests his head in his shaking hands. I embrace him awkwardly from half standing position. “It’s ok, it’s ok…”
“No it’s not ok,” he whines, barely holding back emotion. “I hate this. I hate this! Why can’t I do this? I could do it before with no problem. I’m so fucking useless, I should have died in that car accident.”
“No! Don’t you say that. Don’t you fucking say that. I nearly went insane waiting for you to wake up int he hospital.” I pulled up a chair and sat in it. “I lost weight, I missed work, I didn’t eat… I didn’t go through that hoping you would DIE, Christopher James. I know this sucks, and I know it is hard, but you are young. Your noggin took a whack, but science and medicine saved you. You are so, so lucky CJ. It will just take time for your brain to finish healing.”
“But what if it doesn’t?” He sniffles. His shoulders tremble. I put an arm over him. “The doctors say it will,” I say, more soothing this time. “But even if it doesn’t? I will still love you. And I will still help you.”

CJ looks up at me with wet, sorrowful eyes. I’m still not used to seeing him with short hair. A long scar runs over his ear from where the doctors removed fragments of bone to let the swelling have some place to go. They later used plates to hold his skull together. I smile at him, just to show him it’s alright, and I embrace him. He cries and I let him.

The doctors, the nurses, the physical rehabilitation specialists all told us we were lucky. It’s hard to feel that way, but then you remember the fear you felt during those darkest hours and know that it can always be worse. I knew that fear. Getting the news, driving around in a hysterical daze. Picking a funeral home, just in case. Evaluating his organ donor status, just in case. The car accident happened over a month ago. CJ’s car was pushed into the dividing wall of a highway after a senior citizen blew a tire and lost control of her car. She hadn’t driven in a while, and the air pressure in her tires was low. Her daughter was supposed to take her to an appointment, but said daughter was called to her own daughter’s school due to her kid running a fever. Instead of taking a taxi or calling an Uber, the grandmother just decided to drive herself.

CJ’s car was so crumpled that they couldn’t get into it from the passenger side. They had to physically hook it up to the fire engine to move it, use the jaws of life to get the door off, and extract him. I thanked whatever deity or angel was out there looking after CJ, because the woman driving three cars behind him in his lane was a paramedic on her day off. The small paramedic wiggled in the car from the broken back window and held CJ’s neck still and pressed her shirt to the wound to stop the bleeding until the fire department cut him out. I had sent her many, many thank you cards and gifts, and made a donation to her favorite charity.

I think part of her efforts are why CJ’s brain damage isn’t more severe. They called it TBI, or traumatic brain injury. At the worse, it’s life destroying. Personalities can change permanently. People lose the ability to judge or act rationally or logically. They steal, do drugs, become violent. Their speech and mobility can change.

So in that aspect, CJ was oh so very lucky. He was still him, which is really all I asked God to give me. Sure, his speech was garbled and out of order for days after he woke up from surgery, but now he could speak in short sentences. And sure, he couldn’t remember a week before the accident, but he remembered me and his parents and Cashew. It was like I had cashed in all of my good karma and taken a loan out on the rest.
CJ though struggled with controlling his intense emotions like he used to. He would get incredibly frustrated out of nowhere, then burst into tears the next. This was only worsened by the loss of sensation to the right side of his body, meaning he had to have months of physical therapy to relearn walking on that side. He couldn’t manipulate small items yet either and got terrible tremors trying to grip things.

But I have CJ. I have him, the whole him. I promised myself to take his new flaws and love him even more. Cashew had been dopey with doggy happiness ever since his Master was back. He took special joy in helping, every way he could. He’s a good dog.

I fetch CJ a tissue and some water. “Ok?” I asked.
He nods. “I’m ok. Just…stupid jenga blocks.”
I chuckle. “They won’t win. Up for rebuilding and trying again?”
CJ exhales. He reaches down and pets Cashew, and takes some blocks out of his mouth. “Such a good dog.” He smiles, seeing the pile of blocks by his paws. “He’s so cute.”
“He is. And he missed you. The sooner we do this physical therapy, the sooner you can take him on runs and play frisbee like you used to.”
CJ nods. “I miss that. You know what I also miss?”
“What?” I ask.
“Us,” he says softly. It knocks the wind out of me.
“CJ…” I reply.
“I mean like, intimacy. You must have been so needy without me, and I wasn’t there.” Another tear slips down his tan cheek.
I wrap him in a hug again. “It’s not like that. I was so stressed out, sex was the last thing on my mind. But you know, if your right hand isn’t hurting so much after this…maybe we could fool around a little?”
CJ’s face lights up. “I’d love that. Do handjobs count as physical therapy?”
I pick up a cylindrical wooden block out of a tub on the table. “I think I’m a bit bigger than this don’t you think?”
CJ chuckles. I’m stunned by just how much that noise fills me with glee. It’d been so long since I heard him laugh last. “I think I can grip that. Yeah yours is bigger. And less green.”
My turn to laugh. “Maybe my balls are blue, but definitely not green.”
Then he’s laughing again and shaking his head. “You’re doing so much to take care of me, so I want to take care of you too.”
I put the block down and lean in for a kiss. “I’d like that. But you always come first, understand?”

He nods, very serious. “I will get better. I beat the water temple from Zelda 64 for fuck’s sake. I can handle fucking jenga.” His words are a bit slurred by the tenacity shines through.
“Fuck yeah you can.” I herd the blocks into a pile and slap him on the shoulder. “Get building.”
“Fuck yeah. Hey Theo, put on some music would ya?”
“Oh music. Good idea. How about Metallica?”
“You ok with Slayer?”
“Whatever motivates you, baby.”

I, of course, had no idea that what was really driving CJ was that he wanted to be capable of sliding a ring on my finger when I said ‘yes’.

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“Good morning.”
“Oh there you are. I was wondering where you went. I woke up, and the bed was empty.”
“Aww, don’t pout. I went to put on the coffee pot,” Damien replied.
“Mmn, coffee.”
“And look, I brought a friend,” Damien said with a smile, holding up Dustball.
“Aww you brought the chinchilla! Aw come here, baby, daddy wants to say hi,” Tristan cooed, holding out his hands.
Damien passed him their pet and Tristan snuggled the little fuzzball to his bare chest. “Aw you are so cute. Good morning.” He gave the chinchilla a kiss.
“What?” Damien said, “I don’t get one?”
“You made me wake up with a empty bed,” Tristan teased.
Damien scoffed and crawled back in. “Am I such a bad boyfriend that I wanted to kiss you with a clean mouth?”
“That’s nice of you, but I’m gonna get it dirty again. Get over here.” Tristan leaned forward and pushed against Damien for a deep, morning kiss.
“Mmnn….mmnnnn…oh god you are so good at this,” Damien chuckled.
“Cause you got the best lips, I swear,” Tristan replied. For a moment he forgot he was holding the chinchilla, until Dustball begin to squirm.
“Oh, I think our baby wants his breakfast,” Tristan noted, pulling away regretfully..
“I want breakfast,” Damien replied.
“So do I but…”
“But what?” Damien asked.
“Fuck me before coffee?” Tristan begged, reaching forward to rub Damien’s half mast erection under the sheets.
Damien moaned softly. “You fucking bet I will. Go feed your baby, then bring me the lube.”
“We can’t just…do it first?” Tristan asked, distracted.
“You want Dustball to watch us having sex?” Damien asked.
Tristan looked down at the thing, and made a face. “Ookkaay Dustball let’s go get your breakfast.”
Damien laughed. “Bring coffee when you come back! I got the lube right here.”

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I gawked. He must have had 1% body fat on him. A pure male god of carved muscle – python thighs, a huge ass in high denim shorts, a triangle torso, big pecs… fuck he was hot! My dick thought so too. The man’s mouth was moving too, and it took a second for me to realize he was talking to me.

“I’m sorry what?” I said, shaking my head.
The man huffed. “Do you know where I could get a broom or a net or something? My hat blew into the water.” He pointed.

I looked. His baseball cap was floating on the water, thanks to the foam on the tracker style hat. The man looked distressed. “That’s my favorite hat,” he added. “My dad bought it for me, just before he died. Said it wasn’t right for a Mets fan to not have a hat.”
Holy shit, this guy was not only smoking hot, but also a Mets fan? The weird male urgency to do shit to impress people kicked in. “I got this.”
“What? You do?”

I took my phone, wallet, and keys out of my pockets. “Hold this.”
“What? Wait – you’re not-”
I threw my shirt on the dock, kicked off my sandals, and dove in. The water was cold and had an odd, marine smell to it, but it wasn’t terrible. The shock of the temperature felt pretty good because of the summer heat. I swam over to where the hat was bobbing and drifting away, and snatched it. The man cheered. Some people nearby clapped.

When I got to the dock, I gave the hot guy his hat back. He beamed at me. “Thank you so much man. Here, let me give you a hand.” He set down my stuff and hauled me out of the water with nearly one hand. Dude was strong!

I stood on the dock dripping. I pushed the water out of my eyes. “That was refreshing,” I stated.
The man was clutching his hat to his chest. “I can’t thank you enough. I um, was gonna do that but I’m scared of water where I can’t see the bottom,” he admitted.
My heart was racing. Hot, into the Mets, and sensitive – plus he had a good relationship with his dad. Prime boyfriend material. I swallowed. Please god let him be gay. “No problem man. I never got to know my dad, so I’m happy you got your hat back.”
The man smiled wistfully. “Sorry to hear that. Damn, you are wet. Ya know I don’t live that far from here. Why don’t you come over and dry off?”
Both of my eyebrows went up. “Uh. Bluh. I mean. Yeah, sure. I’d like that.”
His smile was radiant . “Awesome. Let’s go do that, get something to drink. You like craft beer? I got this sampler…”

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