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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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Text is fictional. This is from Cocky Boys – Trenton Ducati and Jack Hunter. Thanks @themercuryjones for listing that info.

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dappergentsclub:

Preparations for a Dapper day 👍🏻 @sinabrochar

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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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Text is fictional. Picture is from and of Instagram user and fashion blogger. @sinabrochar.

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kris1919:

men-toys:

A message from @kris1919

😏

“Why did you give me this?” Bert asked, giggling.
“I thought it was fitting,” his man, Drew, replied.
“But I’m not naughty. I’m a good boy. I’ve stayed locked. I haven’t begged. Just…whimpered,” Bert says with a shrug.
“Well, Coke didn’t make a Chaste Boy bottle.”
“They should have. Or a Good Boy one.”
Drew chuckled. “Mmn you are a good boy, Bert, but it is my job to call you that – not you. But…hard to argue. You look so beautiful. Hairless and bubblegum pink. God, I love this pink color. It compliments my darker one. Yours is the perfect opposite to my thicker, superior, cock-”
Bert groaned. “I love your cock.”
“Mm and why is that specifically?”
“Cause it’s an alpha’s cock – you’re super hung, hairy, uncut…” Bert licked his lips. “…Can I have it right now?”

Drew chuckled it. “Coke needs to make one of these called Someone Horny.”
Bert stuck his tongue out. “If you don’t fuck me I’m going to fuck myself with the bottle.”
Drew cupped Bert’s chin and pinched it with his fingers. “Don’t be vulgar or demanding. It’s not fitting of a good submissive.”
“Sorry Sir.”
Drew patted Bert’s cheek. “I know, being super horny can make you cranky. Lie back – I’m going to give you some prostate therapy.” He set the bottle back down and began to undo his pants.
“Sir?”
“Yes love?”
Bert sank to his knees in front of his man. “May I undress you Sir?”
“Fuck,” Drew sighed. “What do they put in Coke these days? We need to buy more of it.”
Bert worked the zipper. “I dunno, but if that’s the way it works, then you should buy me some Squirt.”
Drew laughed. “My poor boy. Don’t you worry, after I’m done with your, ahem, therapy, they are gonna put you on the front of the can.”

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Text is fictional.

Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?

Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?

by ccallenreese

pupnobley:

Yes, he has… Story time! =P

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We spent all Christmas with family, except for Christmas day. When we arrived home, he immediately ordered me to undress and get the ropes ready. He tied me in a chest harness, with my arms at my sides. Then he blindfolded me, put on some nipple clamps and used two extra pieces of rope to tie my hands to the bedframe, so I could juuuuust touch myself slightly when he unlocked me. He then edged me for a few minutes and left me squirming there as he spent some time in the kitchen. He came back twenty minutes later and edged me again.. and again… and again…. for quite some time. My nipples got quite sore, so I was quickly moaning loudly as it was at least one and a half month since I came. =$

I asked my boyfriend f I was allowed to cum. 
‘How many times?’, he grinned. Apparently he wanted to negotiate and I was not quite sure what the right answer was. 
‘Two?’, I said hesitantly
Bf grinned again, ‘four, at least’
Those last two words made me shiver. I know how much my boyfriend loves forced orgasms after a long edging. I can cum multiple times in a row fairly easily when I’m jerking off myself, but with my boyfriend in control, I knew every one of them was going to be agonizing and probably ruined. I decided to lower my bet:
‘One?’
My boyfriend said nothing. Meanwhile the touch of only one finger was keeping me on the edge and I was not sure whether to fight against cumming, or to try my best to tense my body trying to spurt a load. Not that I would be able to… In the end it’s always my boyfriend who makes that decision, as he’s perfectly capable of stopping riiiiight on time. I’m such an easy read. >_<
I sighed..
‘Zero then?’
My boyfriend raised an eyebrow: ‘Oooooh so you don’t want to cum? Is that what you’re asking?! You want me to lock you back up?’
I squirmed and didn’t say anything. Lots of thoughts raced through my mind; Yes locking back up would be hot, but bf said I deserved an orgasm and he promised that. Yes I love to finally blow my load all over myself, but my boyfriend would probably ruin it and give me some serious post orgasm torture…. There was no way to win this game, it wasn’t me who was in control.

‘If you can’t make up your mind, I will’, bf said. He took off the nipple clamps and gave them a good rub. I swear I almost came from that alone! Then he started with agonizingly sloooow strokes on my cock. First with a firm grip on the shaft of my cock, then only the tip, then only three fingers.. two fingers… eventually he had me edging with only the tip of his tongue flicking against my glans. The slightest touch would be enough to get me over the edge. He stopped for a minute and started the cycle all over again and I still had no idea if I was allowed to cum or not. He repeated, and repeated and repeated, while I laid there enduring this edging heaven and hell in one. During the final cycle, bf kept his tongue flicking against my cock head. My moaning increased. He didn’t stop. I tensed my legs and arched my back as far as the ropes allowed. He didn’t stop. I shaked and screamed. He didn’t stop. My whole body tensed up as he went over the point of no return, I was cumming hard and still…. He didn’t stop. Fuck it was intense to cum with so little stimulation. Right after I came, I was so incredibly sensitised that my cock hurted from all the stimulation. I was panting and quite blown away by the experience.
My boyfriend noticed that and stopped the post orgasm torture… He took off the blindfold, untied the ropes and laid down next to me with a smile. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear:  ‘Merry Christmas, dear!’

Wow. Now that is an excellent Christmas present – relief, love, bonding! Even Santa can’t deliver that.

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Soft music played from the speakers. The warm water soothed our yoga-sore muscles. The vitamin E oil in the water mixed with the rose oils and petals made it feel like we were soaking in liquid silk. Benedict was reclining against my chest, eyes closed. I could see the tiny movements of his eyes under his pale lids. I kissed his temple. He smiled and reached for his wine glass.

These were the moments I never thought I’d have with Benedict. With a more casual lover, I would have just broke up with him, but there was no easy with out of this one. I was smitten, in love. I wanted a life with Benedict, but one thing had almost been a dealbreaker: his sex drive.

Benedict’s sex drive simply did not have an off button. He craved sex frequently and fervently. He seized upon any instance to touch, stroke, suck, or put my dick inside of him. After being with him for a while, I began to see two distinct patterns. One was just random horniness that needed to be soothed, usually in the morning. The other was a side-effect of exposure. He couldn’t see me change, or catch a glimpse of me in the shower without getting hard and wanting to turn it into sex. If Benedict saw my bulge while I watched TV in my boxer briefs, he had to try and turn it into sex. Don’t get me started on swim trunks. We had a talk about it more than once.

I hated letting him down, and leaving him frustrated, especially because surprisingly Benedict wasn’t a big fan of masturbation. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He felt stupid, and kind of gross, especially after, so he tended to ignore his urges until they were pent up. As long as he had a boyfriend, Benedict did not see the point of self-pleasure. However, he was wearing me out. Also sex wasn’t really appropriate or possible in some instances, which lead to stress in our relationship.
What drove me crazy thought was that I could see the potentional of our relationship underneath the river of hormones, I just couldn’t dive down deep enough without being swept away. Benedict wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be romantic. He wanted to go on dates, and have fun, without bringing sex into everything. Benedict told me once he wished he could see nude bodies in museums the way artists did, instead of how perverts did.

That’s when I realized Benedict knew that he was out of control himself, but was too embarrassed to confess. So, I decided to take the Big Step Forward in our relationship and assert myself. I locked his cock up in a pretty metal cage. No pesky erections. No distraction. No masturbation. Turns out, that his rampant hunger to be fucked only reared itself when he was fully hard and ready to go. So as long as it was locked down, his sex drive only simmered. It was much more manageable. The orgasms I gave him were more powerful and lasted longer. Plus, Benedict found it fun to delay his orgams until I could give him a really big one. He wouldn’t beg for sex either, but found himself pausing, remembering the fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys instead of quickies.

Slowly, we began to enjoy the rebirth of our relationship. Here we were in a scene I never thought possible: we were having a bath. That’s it. Just a bath, both of us, completely nude, completely wet, and Benedict’s hand was no where near my cock. He was sipping his wine and just relaxing. It was wonderful to just be us. I mean, we went to yoga as a couple today, and Benedict was an angel.

I put my arms around his waist. Now, I could see a future together. The same key that opens the chastity cage can also be used to open the key to a boy’s heart.

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Text is fictional.

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pupblaise:

Feeling right at home in Seattle thanks to @seabondagesadist

My whole life, I’d been drifting. One apartment to another, one motel to another. Then, one foster home to another. Constantly rotating. Never settling. I barely graduated. Tried college for a bit, but got antsy. I traveled around doing various labor jogs in the gas industry. During the day, I’d work brutal 12 hour shifts and at night, I’d go online and talk to this guy Blake in Washington State. We had a lot in common – same tastes in TV shows, same kinks, same preferences toward men. He liked them a bit furry and well, I happened to be a pretty textbook otter. Soon we moved the conversations to phone calls and text messages, although that soon turned into sexting. No matter where I went, Blake was just one click or call away. I became a little addicted to him. Blake was my anchor.

When yet another job dried up, this one in Alaska, Blake said: “Come live with me.” I was astonished. It had been two years, but we had never met. I expressed some concern and he said, “Well come stay with me until your next job”. I had no where else to go, so I did what I always did and just drifted. This time, south. I hitched in Canada and guess where he was going? Seattle. I felt that I was being pulled there, so I went.

I found myself so excited to meet Blake for the first time. It was a feeling I wasn’t using to experiencing. I was nervous, jittery. Our first conversation was awkward. I couldn’t stop stuttering, nor could I stop staring. The face I’d seen in so many pictures had come to life in front of me. He was far more handsome than any Skype chat conveyed. First date jitters all over again. Blake made me dinner. We both played polite, but by the next night we were both naked in his bed. It was the most comfortable bed I could ever remember sleeping in…well, ever.

After a week of getting to know each-other and falling in love all over again, Blake offered to tie me up. Of course, I had wanted that. I wanted it since Day 1, when I stumbled upon all his beautiful bondage work on his Tumblr. The first time he tried, I came immediately and ruined the session. The second time around, we fooled around for a bit and he edged me for half an hour until I came. That was better. When Blake took out the rope, I was pleasantly still horny but much more calm. 

On went the ropes. On went the mask and the gag. Away went the sounds, the distractions, movement. As I laid there, immobile and restricted, I realized this was the first time I had ever been physically prevented from going anywhere. I was stuck. It felt so secure, so comfortable, just to be some place and not having anywhere to go. I didn’t want to go anywhere either. For the first time, I wanted to stay. I felt a little emotional but forced myself not to react and spoil the session.
Instead, I closed my eyes and drifted into headspace. Blake told me later that I dozed off for a bit and he kept checking my pulse, scared that I was going to die. I loved hearing that, knowing he was attentive and focused on keeping me safe. I don’t remember him checking my pulse at all. I was so deep in a meditative trance that when he untied me out of concern for my circulation – and that it was 2 in the morning – I momentarily could not remember what day it was. I just wanted to cuddle.

I learned something important that night. I had been bucking advice my whole life to just settle down somewhere, but what I had been seeking the entire time was for someone to ask me to stay. I wanted someone to want me to stay. I wanted someone to keep me as theirs. The next day I decided to tell Blake if I ever decided to leave, he was to tie me up again until I changed my mind. But he beat me to it. Over breakfast, Blake asked me if I would stay for good. He wanted me to get a permanent job in Seattle and live with him and share his bed. Poor guy, he was so alarmed when I began to cry.

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Text is fictional. This is @pupblaise, all tied up. Source is above.

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“Cassidy, it’s lunch time.”
“Mm. Don’t come too close to the hammock.”
“Why?” Giovanni asked, giving Cassidy a little push.
“Uh oh.”
“What?” Giovanni asked, smiling.
Cassidy reached out and grabbed his arm. “It’s got you.”
“What?” 
“The hammock monsster’s gotchoo now,” Cassidy said. “Run, Run Gio!”
Gio laughed. “What are you talking about?”
Cassidy pulled his boyfriend’s arm closer to him.
“Hey let go~”
“Nope, sorry can’t. The hammock monster has you.” He pulled Gio forward so he was off balance.
“Hey you’re going to make me fall!” But even as he said this, Giovanni was crawling into the hammock to keep himself from falling out of it.
“Save yourself Giovanni!”
“Cassidy~ No, stop. We’re going to flip!” Gio laughed. He found himself on top of his boyfriend, both of them struggling to stay balanced”
“The monster’s got you for good! You are a helpless prisoner!” 
Giovanni had to admit the monster had him good. Cassidy had wrapped his sweater-clad arms around him tight. They both tried to stifle laughter as their legs dueled for space. “I’m pretty stuck aren’t I?”
“See if you just listened to my warning…”
Giovanni chuffed. “You are silly. What  about lunch?”
“Mnn lunch. That’s a problem. You know the hammock monster is only satisfied by one thing right?”
“What?”
“Cuddles,” Cassidy said matter-of-factly.
“Mmn, I think we can defeat this monster then.”
“Good,” Cassidy said, tightening his grip. “Cause you are so warm.” He nuzzled his boyfriend’s scalp. “Plus you smell good.”
Giovanni smiled. “You are so affectionate today.”
“Cause you’re adorable. And I cherish you. Now be quiet and let me snuggle you in peace. Lunch depends on it.”
Giovanni giggled again, “Ok Cassidy. For the sake of lunch.”

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Text is fictional.
 

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I had a crush on Cody forever. He was so adorable, yet so shy – the founder of the programming club at our small community college and also a member of our archery team. It took me forever to befriend him and coax him over for ‘movie night’. It was blistering hot and our AC crapped out, so my apartment was sweltering. It was Cody who surprised me and asked if we could just hang out in our underwear. Uh, no, I did not mind.

Around 3 am, Cody askd if we could just share my oversized queen bed instead of him crashing on the sofa cause he was sticking to the leather. Again, uh, no, I do not mind. My heart was racing and I was terrified of getting an inappropriate boner. Luckily it waited to spring up until after the lights off. Cody was very brave and gave me a good night kiss, and it took me forever to fall asleep because I could not stop thinking about how much I loved feeling his soft firm lips against my own. I was excited for what the morning would bring. I ran through lots of fantasies about morning wood, showers, kitchen foolery…

It was past 4:30 when I reached my cock. I had to clear my head so I could sleep a little – but then everything began to shake. The bed, the walls, the ceiling, it all creaked and rolled. I kept still, waiting to see if it was going to be The Big One or not. Cody woke up with a shot. He cried out into the darkness, fumbling in the sheets, panicking.

The earthquake subsided, just a small 4.8 passing through. I’d forgotten Cody had only lived here for a year, fresh from Iowa, not used to California peculiarities I quickly turned on the lamp and began to work on reassuring him, grabbing his wrists and talking to him in a soft soothing voice. He was not immediately convinced that there wasn’t a bigger quake coming and we were all going to die. I was concerned that Cody was sweating, his eyes dilated and chest fluttering.

Eventually, I pulled out my phone and found a thread on Reddit to show him that others in our area were underwhelmed by it it too. The epicenter wasn’t anywhere close. I prevented Cody from having an anxiety attack but he was nervous. I swallowed hard, gathered my courage, and pulled him into my arms.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll protect you.”

How exactly I planned to do that against a quake, I don’t know, but it sated Cody. He pushes himself against me, seeking safety and reassurance in my arms.
“You’re a good friend,” Cody admitted softly to me before falling back asleep, pressed against my chest. I was only awake a bit longer, just long enough to ponder how warm and sweet-smelling he was before drifted off. 

Lo and behold we woke up like that, tangled, morning woods trapped in our underwear.  I was awake for a long while before Cody, just appreciating him and enjoying his presence while I dozed in and out. Eventually Cody woke up.

Initially he was embarrassed about his cock being hard, but when I whispered, “mine is too,” Cody seemed to loose some of his shyness from the night before. We rocked together for a bit, Cody pressing into my thigh; then he rolled over on top of me and we began to kiss. My world began to spin far harder than it had shaken last night. I snaked a hand around to cup his ass then all bets were off. We spent all morning making out, humping, eventually tossing away our sticky underwear so we could play skin to skin.

I never thought I would be thanking Mother Nature for getting me to first and second base. God bless that 4.8.

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Text is fictional. I feel like I posted this already… anyone know who these cuddlebugs are?

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“Good morning~” 
“Nng.”
“Oh come on, a kiss is supposed to wake sleeping beauty up from her slumber.”
“Sleeping beauty did not stay up too late fucking her cute boyfriend last night.”
“Point taken,” Julian concedes.
“Why are you so perky?” Albin grumbles, not opening his eyes or moving.
“Cause I got laid last night.”
“Nng.”
“Ok, Grumpy. I think I know what would fix this.” Julian flops own next to Albin, facing him. He snakes his hand through the sheets, exploring, searching, until his fingertrips brush Albin’s abs. Albin makes a soft noise through his nose as the fingers trail south…further south..then they grab. Albin’s eyelids pop open.
“Julian!”
Julian smirks at him but doesn’t say anything as he begins to pet Albin’s cock under the sheets.
“Shit, that feels good,” Albin mutters, rolling onto his back.
“Of course it does. You’re a healthy male after all.”
“God it turns me in such a weird way when you use clinical terms with me.”
Julian leans forward and nips Albin’s ear with his teeth. “And then we stimulate the young Swedish-American male until his penis becomes erect from its flaccid state and the testicles start to display high in their sac…”
Albin groans. “Fuck you Julian, you are evil incarnate.”
Julian giggles, still stroking, still petting, enjoying feeling the flesh growing taut in his hand. “Your foreskin is pulled back now,” he purrs. Albin swallows hard and Julian’s fingers felt wet. 
“Shit I’m not going to last long.”
“Then don’t.”
Julian pumps his lover faster and faster, smothering the sensitive skin with relentless touch and a tight grip. All the while, he nibbles on Albin’s ear lobe and flickers his tongue up the curve of the shell. 
“Fuck…fuck!” Albin cries, arching his back and grabbing onto the pillow. Under the sheets, Julian could feel his boyfriend’s cock jerking and ejaculating in his hand. The fabric became saturated and clung while Julian tries to hold on to the increasingly slippery organ. “That’s it…come for me big boy. Show me what you built up overnight…yes, all of it. Give it to me, stud.”
“FUCK Julian!” Albin hisses. His back is arched high like a bow, and then he collapses, gasping. 
Julian knew this was the point to stop touching and to simply lower his hand and cup Albin’s balls for a while. He loved that, but only after he came for some reason. 
Julian lets Albin recover while he kisses his cheek. “Are you awake now?”
“Y- ..yeah.” Albin licks his lips and swallows. “I am very much awake, thank you.”
“Good,” Julian chirps. “Now you can make me waffles.”
Albin snorts and looks at his boyfriend, his face full of love. “Seriously? Waffles? Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
“Mm. I’d rather you owe me a favor. Redeemable anytime..anywhere…no matter what.”
Albin raises an eyebrow. “Is it just me, or are you getting kinkier?”
“I buy one thing made of leather and suddenly I’m a kinkster!” Julian cries, pretending to be offended.
“Cause seriously I’m seriously hoping so. I’d love to spank you over my lap sometime,” Albin confesses, stretching. “My leather gloved hand on your ass, the paddle striking your cute butt, leaving these red marks while you squirm and leak pre-cum into my lap… it’d be hot.” He glances at Julian to gauge his reaction on if that was too weird or not. To his surprise, Julian is blushing.
“Ok, fuck, well now I’m getting hard,” Julian sighs.
Albin smirks. “Nope. You wanted waffles.”
“Allbiiiinnnn~”
“Be a good boy or I’ll spank you.”
“…I kind of want to be spanked now,” Julian admits.
“Ok, be a good boy or I won’t spank you.”
“Fine fine, let’s go eat waffles.”
“Naked?” Albin asks.
“Naked.”
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