“Oh no.” “What’s wrong?” RJ looked up from his position on the couch where he was working on his laptop. David sighed. “I gathered all the books laying around the house so I could rearrange them properly when I put them back on bookcase, but I’ve realized they won’t fit.” David gestured to the bookcase. “It’s full, and these are all the books left over. Apparently I’ve been buying too many books…” “Doesn’t seem like a difficult problem to solve. Get a bigger book case. I don’t mind having a lot of books in the house either.” “Well, I appreciate that Sir. But this is a very houseboy thing, you see. We try to organize and clean up, and end up creating a whole other problem. This is how it starts. First, I clean up the books. Now I need a new book case. So now I have to fit another book case in here. Which means I have to re-arrange the living room.” RJ chuckled. “Let me know when I need to get up from the couch.” David tilted his head back and groaned. “Aaarrgghhh.”
“Why can’t you just buy a bit of a bigger bookcase? You won’t have to re-arrange the living room.” David turned and looked at him. “I think we need a second one, Sir. I have a feeling I won’t be able to stop buying books.” “Have you heard of a library, boy?” “But they’re so cheap at the thrift store! And I keep them for as long as I want.” “Oh, houseboy problems. Well, I can restrict your budget, but I don’t want to punish you for buying books.” David pushed a strand of hair away from his face. “Why don’t you put some shelves on the walls in the guest room? Big empty wall load-bearing wall in there. You can run em the whole length of the room. My parents would love having books to browse while visiting.”
David looked astonished. “Sir that is an amazing idea.” RJ smiled. “I have other good ideas than the ones I come up with in the bedroom you know.” “You are good with coming up with those ideas,” David agreed. He surveyed the books again. “Ok. So, now I need to get the measuring tape. And the laser sight. A pencil. Gonna need to go buy some wood…sandpaper, I have sand paper, stain, mounting hardware…” he ticked the items on his fingers. “If you give a houseboy a cookie…” RJ teased, referring to a the children’s book about a mouse who wants a treat. David picked a book out of the stack and held up a cookbook with a cover showing a plate of cookies. “Ahem.” RJ laughed. “Say uh, you think you’ll have time to make those cookies later?” David flipped the book open. “Sure.” He found the right page. “These look pretty good actually. Oh drat. I’m out of vanilla. Well, while I’m out at the hardware store, I could stop at the grocery store. It’s across the street. What else do we need? Where’s my notepad.”
RJ’s eyes followed David until his pert butt disappeared out of view into the kitchen. David’s energy lingered behind. RJ snuggled back into the pillows. He liked having another life in the house, it turned a boring day working from home into a comfortable day in. RJ turned back to his laptop but it was hard to focus. His mind was coming up with things to do David in bed this evening.
You can only tell your boy so many times that the reason he’s frustrated during sex is because he keeps jerking off like a madman and cumming before you get halfway finished, and that’s why your cock stops feeling like magic inside of him. You were starting to feel like a broken record scolding him for masturbating, cause he never stops once he starts, and frankly you weren’t particularly keen on bringing shouting matches into your lovemaking.
So you told your boy to “just humor you this once” by not jerking at all, and instead, to just hold his cock and balls out of the way so he can focus on the slow build of toward ecstasy as you work his hole and prostate. He has to give you time to create that magic, dammit. It takes time to make that smile appear on this face.
He has absolutely no idea you’re planning to lock his cock up after this nonsense, but you can’t jump to that point without ending up in a shouting match either. It takes time. Eventually he’ll arrive at the same conclusion as you, that sex will just be better if he keeps his hands off his cock. And once you agree on that logical train of thought, that’s when you’ll bring in the sleeve and the lock. He won’t have much ground to stand on in terms of protesting, and if he pushes back…well, you’ll ask him to “just humor you this once”. Of course, it won’t entirely be a suggestion. Daddy always knows what‘s best for his boy.
“Let me ask you a question, boy.” Matty turns to look at the muscular man leaning against the counter. “Yes?” “If you turned that bottle upside, you think you could fit it inside of you?” Matty straightens up. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.” He sneers. “I’m just asking, cause if you can, then I know you’ll be able to take me.” He grips his crotch for emphasis. Matty rolls his eyes. He finishes his bottle and sets it down on the bar. “I’d say take it first and let me know, but I’m guess you already can, cause you’re clearly full of yourself.” He walks away, and can hear the man’s friends groaning and laughing behind him.
Matty spots a familiar face across the bar who coaxes him over with a crooked finger. “Hey Matty.” “Hey Dan.” Matty sits sideways on his lap. He was a bigger guy, in his 60s, so there was more than enough room for a twink to fit. Dan caresses Matty’s thigh with his hand. “Did you make yourself an enemy over there?” “Maybe. No one understands that I’m a slut, not a whore,” Matty pouts. Dan chuckles. “There’s a level of finesse there that meatheads will never understands.” Matty sighs. “I can’t imagine what women have to deal with.” “The fact they don’t kill more men is something we don’t appreciate as a society.” Matty giggles. “Wasn’t that the premise of your last book?” “Oh you did read it?” “Of course I did. The politics were a little confusing, but the action was good.” “I’m pleased to hear that. I’m writing the sequel right now.” “Ooooo. Insider knowledge. Let me know if you want a proofreader.” Dan takes a sip of his beer. “That’s kind of you to offer. Rick gets first read, but I always need more eyes.” “Is he coming to visit soon?” Matty inquires. While Dan lives down in Mexico full time, Rick isn’t retired yet and still has a life in California. “In two weeks. Can’t wait,” Dan sighs. “Miss him more every time he leaves.” “It’ll be even more sweet when he stays.” Dan smiles. “You are such a beam of sunlight. Say, look over there, a lost looking soul just walked in. You should go greet him. You’re basically the mascot of this place anyhow” Matty glances over. “Oh he’s hot. And you’re sweet for saying that.” Matty gives Dan a peck on his scruffy check; Dan gives him a pat on the ass and he wiggles off to go greet him.
Matt sashays up to the stranger. He reads him immediately – 30s, American, white collar. “Hola.” “Woah. Uh, hola.” “Just letting you know, this is a kind of bar where you’re not going to find latinas, if that’s what you’re looking for?” The man coughs up a laugh. “No, I’m not. I’m down here with some friends on vacation, and I need to be with my people for a bit. The straights are killing me.” Matt giggles into his hand. “Well you found us. Let me walk you to the bar. Names Matty.” “I would be honored. Name’s George. God, you have quite an ass on you.” “My pride and joy. Nice to meet you.” Matt slides his arm around George and walks him to the bar. They order a round and after a bit of chatting, the stranger considers Matty. “Are you available to take to go?” Matty laughs. “Normally I’m not so forth-coming, but I am in desperate need of some company.” “No, it’s fine. That’s a good one actually. Here’s the secret – all you have to do is be nice to me, and this thong comes right off.” George leans over and whispers into Matty’s ear. “Why don’t you leave it on and let me pull it to the side with my teeth?” Matty blushes and breaks out in goosebumps. “Well, that’s a hellof a question.”
Cade pushed his hand against Tyler’s and entwined their fingers together. “How long do you think it’s going to take for them to notice we got engaged?” “Hmm. My dad won’t notice at all. We could replace the sofa and he wouldn’t notice until he sat on it. My mom will probably notice when I hand her something, and will demand to know how long I’ve been wearing it. Then she’ll get angry I didn’t tell her sooner, and then she’ll start crying out of joy.” Cade chuffed air through his nose. “That was oddly specific.” “Well that’s what happened when my sister got engaged,” Tyler explained. “So I expect it’ll be similar. Maybe she’ll spot it sooner though; Mom’s been asking if we’ve been thinking about it, considering how long we’ve been together.” “What did you tell her?” Cade asked. “Well,” Tyler snickered. “When my sister asked me this, kind of snidely actually, I told her the rings we have at home don’t fit on our fingers.” Cade guffawed. “Good lord, please tell me you didn’t tell your mother that.” “No, she would be horrified. And I would like to keep being invited to Thanksgiving. I just told her that it’ll be time when it’s time.”
“It’d been time for a while though,” Cade said almost to himself. “oh? Why didn’t you propose before?” “Because it was really hard to measure your fingers, because I’m always asleep before you.” Tyler stopped in the middle of the airport terminal. “That was the reason?” “Yes! And you always had your hands curled up by your face or under the pillow. You made it really hard!” Cade emphasized this with a pointed finger poking Tyler’s chest. “I apologize for the inconvenience,” Tyler said dryly. Cade kissed him on the cheek. “You’re forgiven. I felt like a spy on a mission though. Was kinda fun. And the fact it took a while meant I could propose to you on that overnight hike, which was perfect.” “Yeah, it was perfect. Couldn’t imagine it any other way. Hey uh what baggage claim are we at again?”
Cade glanced around the baggage terminal. “I have totally forgotten.” Tyler looked at the digital sign. “According to this, it’s #3?” ”Uhh yeah that’s our flight alright. You know, by this time next year, our boarding passes and luggage tags will have the same last name on them.” Tyler couldn’t help but grin. “I think we need to get some very expensive and very ugly matching luggage for the honeymoon.” Cade smirked. “Matching? My love, we’re only going to need one suitcase for our honeymoon.” “Why?” Tyler furrowed his dark brows. “Cause we’re going to spend most of the time without wearing clothes.” Tyler groaned. “Don’t say things like that when we’re going to be stuck in my parent’s house for a week in a room right across from theirs.” Cade pulled his bag off the carousel. “Oh I thought about that. That’s why I brought the silk scarves, darling, so I could gag you with them.” Tyler heard the lady behind him gasp at the same time he did, and it set him off in a fit of embarrassed giggles. He almost missed his bag and had to go chase after it.
“You’re concerned someone’s gonna see us?” Brandon walks over the window. “Baby no one is gonna see us. Look, it opens up to the back of the hotel. No one is even parked here, it’s the middle of the day. Look at this gorgeous sunlight spilling into here.” “But someone could walk by…” Brandon glances outside the window again. “There’s no one there, baby. But honestly?” Brandon pulls on the cord and the blinds go up. “I hope they do. I want everyone to see me breeding you. You know why, Nate? Cause you are fucking beautiful when you’re lost in it. That’s when I know whether or not I’m hitting it right, just by your face. Anyone walks by us and see us? Good. Shit, they gonna be jealous.” Brandon throws his towel on the chair and stands there naked. “Guarantee they ain’t be fucked as good as you get it on a bad day. Maybe seeing you will be a relevation to them.” Nate tries to stammer out a response to that but it won’t come. He’s hard as piece of rebar. Brandon strolls over to the bed with purpose. “I suggest you put your head down and your ass up; cause the sooner you do, the sooner you won’t be thinking about this damn window at all.”
“Hi Noah, welcome home.” ”Uhhhh hi.” Noah puts his keys in the bowl on the small table next to the door. “Did I interrupt something?” “No. I was waiting for you to come home,” Trevor answers. “Were you?” “Yeah.” “You were waiting for me to come home….for sex?” Noah hesitantly asks. He can’t take his eyes off of Trevor’s ass. “Yes. I keep thinking of that sex we had on Friday night. It was so hot, I’ve been so turned on all day thinking about it. I debating jacking off, but, I thought maybe I should wait and surprise you instead.” “You were turned on because of me?“ Noah eyes Trevor with skepticism. “Yeah. You were so hot on Friday night. I don’t think I ever came that hard before.” Noah’s face turns red.
“My goodness,” he mutters. He sets down his shoulder bag; he proceeds this by taking off his jacket and hanging it on the rack. The two men look at each other. Noah is reading Trevor’s face and it dawns upon him that holy shit, this isn’t a dream. Trevor is anticipating getting laid. A boy. A cute boy. Has been waiting. All day. For him. Noah’s suddenly doesn’t know what to do. A flash of uncertainty crosses Trevor’s face. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I don’t want to pressure-” “No no, I do, I just um. My brain has derailed.” Noah runs his hand through his short hair. Trevor smiles. “It has?” That coy smile makes Noah’s heart beat harder. How is it possible for Trevor to be so cute? It was like his kryptonite. “Yeah. Totally derailed. I’ll, uh, go get the lube, I guess?” “I already got it.” “Oh. So what should I- uh- um” Noah isn’t even sure what to do with his arms. Trevor looks amused. “Taking your pants off would be a start.” Noah turns red again. “Oh. Yeah you’re right. Pants.” He feels like an idiot, and blames it on being distracted by Trevor’s ass. Noah undoes his belt so he can remove his slacks, and it’s at that point he realizes he hasn’t taken off his shoes.
Rogan Richards and Landon Conrad | MENatPLAY’s Rufdup
“You are always in a hurry to get out of here,” Axel remarked. “I have a date.” “With a woman?” “None of your business.” Axel snickered. “So, a woman. Is that part of your roleplay? You put on the suit, tighten the tie, cut your hair- look at this hairline. Crisp as a Marine. Is that what you sell to a girl? A straight-edged businessman? That’s not who you are.” Axel lowered his voice. “Women are not what you like.” Tom swatted Axel’s hand away. “Don’t tell me who I am or what I like. You need to grow up Axel. Playing a bad boy is cute when you’re 20, but do you think it’s still cute at 30? You need to quit roleplaying Fonzi and start acting like an adult.” “You sound defensive,” Axel replied. “And what is this implication that growing up means dating women and denying what you like?” “See, if you joined the real world, you’d understand. The world works in a certain way, and it benefits you to play by those rules.” Axel sighed. “Yeah but they’ll turn on once they realize you’re not one of them. It’s a waste of time. I’m not going to be inauthentic to please someone else. And what does it matter what we do in private anyway? And why deny yourself that fun while you’re young? You don’t magically stop liking fun once you turn 20. You used to get so turned by the smell of my leather jacket, Tom. You loved when I wore it and pressed it against you.” He cupped Tom’s ass, which startled him. “Axel!” “Let me fuck you like we used to. Get you niiiiiice and relaxed for your date tonight. Don’t want to spend the whole night thinking of the busboy do you?” “Axel – just, leave me alone, please,” Tom begged. Axel digested this. A moment later, Tom heard the zipper of the jacket being undone. Goosebumps broke out on Tom’s arms. He swallowed. “Tom.” Tom didn’t answer. Axel reached around Tom’s waist and undid his belt. “Are you hard?” Tom was sweating hard under his arms. “Axel,” he croaked. Axel slid his fingers along the Tom’s bulge as he undid the zipper. “You are a bit hard.” Tom’s heart was racing. “Axel please-” Axel gripped the waistband of Tom’s pants. “You can say stop right now, and I’ll stop. But you better mean it. I mean, really mean it. Or I’ll keep going.” Tom was silent. “Axel…”‘ “Do you want me to stop?” Tom’s breathing was heavy, but he said nothing. Axel made a noise of approval from this throat. He pushed down Tom’s pants and bent over him the bench of the gym, pressing his leather jacket to Tom’s back and purred in his ears. “I’m going to reward you for making the right decision. Wonder if you’re still tight, since haven’t done this in a while.” He opened the lid of the lube. “I have a feeling you are.”
Porter waits for it, heart in his throat. Despite emptying the full reserve of cum from his bull-sized nuts, Liam’s erection lingers. He thrusts once – twice, more as deep as he can against Porter’s prostate. Porter bellows into the pillow as the orgasm kicks off; he gushes cum all over the bed and fist. Imaging that turgid cock pushing through all its seed to unload more always put him over the edge. There is little that feels more right than being the cumdump for Liam’s superior cock and his loads. It is where he belonged, taking it. Porter moans into the bed as he floated high on a spinning cloud. Liam slips out and his cum spills down Porter’s crack and balls. The humiliation makes him tremble in joy.
Ten minutes later, Liam strolls into the bedroom and hands Porter a mug. “Hot chocolate ok?” “Well it’s winter isn’t it.” Porter takes the mug, trying not to move much. He had just pulled himself to sitting position. It took a few minutes after Liam bred him to remember how his bones and muscles worked. “Ah there’s marshmallows. Cute.” Liam sits down on the bed, careful not to spill his own mug or touch the wet spot on the sheets. He wiggles his butt until his back rests against the pillows. “Also Dave said he’s gonna order pizza in a bit, if we want.” “Yeah that’d be nice. I’m gonna be starving soon,” Porter replies. He blows on his hot chocolate and then sips it. “Mmnn.” They watch the shadows of tree leaves move on the back of the curtains. Porter glances over at Liam. “Man, even soft, it’s still huge. Like twice the size of mine.” Liam chuffs air through his nose. “I love dudes, cause they’re always the ones who say stuff like that. My wife never does.” “She doesn’t compliment your cock?” Porter asks. He reaches over and holds it in his hand, admiring the heft of it. “She tells me I have a big cock, sure. But it’s not in the same way you do. You have a tone of awe. You admire it, and I love that. My wife uses a tone that implies that she can’t believe she got it in her. I tell her we got two kids as proof, but I think she doesn’t believe me. She gets his kind of post-period amnesia where she forgets how horny it makes her,” Liam says wryly. Porter grins. “Neither one of your kids was planned were they?” Liam scoffs. “Absolutely not.” Porter snickers. “Wouldn’t change it for the world though. We wanted kids. Just you know, ‘men plan, god laughs’ sort of thing.” Porter nods. “Yeah. We had to plan ours cause it took a while to get pregnant.” “How is Maisie doing?” Liam asks. “She’s doing fine. She’s began running again now that she’s done breastfeeding, and frankly, looks absolutely radiant.” Liam smiles. “Are you gonna try for a second at some point?” “I think we’re gonna wait until Caroline is in school.” Liam nods. “By that point I’ll probably have four,” he grumbles. “Woe is you, the curse of a fertile bull. In the old days, you’d have bastard child in every major city in every continent.” “Back in the old days, there would be a boy with a wet hole in every major city in every continent so there wouldn’t be a million bastards.” Porter snorts. “Or I’d just follow you around just to take your seed every night.”
Liam raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re bi, not gay?” “Oh I’m sure I’m bi. I think there’s an expectation that since you’d bi, you like men and women half as much to create one whole sexuality. That is so not true.” Porter makes a sweeping hand gesture. “I got two whole sexualities in one. Maisie makes me insane, and you make me insane. I got two sets of needs, and I need to fulfill both of them.” “That please me to hear. I do like fulfilling you.” Liam smirks at Porter and takes a sip of his drink. “Not as much as I enjoy receiving it. Do you feel the same way, about having two whole sexualities?” “Maybe? Cause I feel like my sexual needs are very well defined. Women have one role in sex for me, men in the other. If I want to have a hard fast rut to empty my balls fully? Must be a man. If want to make love and have it be playful and fun, with toys and stuff? Must be a woman. Reproduction? Woman. Urge to dominate and breed something? Man.” Porter digests this. “Hard not to feel like that’s how it’s naturally supposed to be you know. Love being under you during that last one.“ Liam smirks. “Love feeling you quiver as I fill you with my cum. But you know, every time I question my bisexuality, I remember where God put men’s G-spots and then I stop questioning.” Porter grins. “Well you know where mine is.” “I do. You know Porter, I’m real glad we have this ‘Sunday afternoon football’ meet up thing worked out. I don’t know what we’d do if we couldn’t do this once a week.” Porter chews on a marshmallow. “We’d find a way. But as long as Dave lets us use his spare room, we’ll be alright.” “God bless your friend Dave.” “Indeed. He’s gonna make a man real happy one day.” “Yeah he is.”
Liam’s phone chimes. He picks it up. “Dave’s ordering pizza. Wanna place an order?” “Fuck yeah. Cheese, onions, and sausage.” Liam snorts. “Sausage huh.” “Yeah, tell em, big and meaty. Uncut. Slap the whole kielbasa on that pizza and fucking bake it.” Liam laughs. “God you’re ridiculous.” Porter shrugs. “I know what I like.” “Cock?” “Duh.”
I step onto the grass and gawk. The heat is immense, even from here it warms my face. Black smoke rushes up to the sky. The neon orange flames are mesmerizing. I tear my gaze away to look at Drake, who is smoking casually, like he’s outside of a convenience store. “Drake.” “Yeah?” he says. My throat is dry and I swallow to try and generate some spit. “What did you use?” He takes a drag and exhales. The question lingers like the smoke in the autumn air. “Kerosene.” I gasp. “You didn’t.” Goosebumps break out across my skin despite the inferno across the yard. “When you called me to say that the Beauchamp place was on fire, I was wondering what you were doing in this part of town, but I never… Drake tell me you didn’t.” “No, I did.” I feel dizzy. “Drake.” The word sound weak, helpless, and I hate it. Drake exhales again. “It was killing me, knowing you have to drive past this house every time you go to work or your mother’s house. It also kills me, knowing that someone else is going to buy this house and live it. Someone having their kids opening Christmas presents on the same floor those assholes raped you on?” Drake clutches his fist and his knuckles turn white. I say nothing. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest. He exhales a ragged breath and release his fist. “The Beauchamp brothers are in jail, but they can’t arrest a house. I saw it was up for sale. Knew what I had to do. Hell, if the police hadn’t hauled the brothers off to jail, they’d find their bodies in there too once things settled.” Drake finishes his cigarette and puts it out with his foot. I’m not sure if I want to cry or have a panic attack. I wait for the flashbacks to come, but they don’t. Instead, I kneel down and push Drake’s foot aside to pinch the cigarette butt in my fingers. “Take this with you. They’ll think it’s evidence.” Drake nods and puts it in his pocket. “Good thinking.”
I sit down on the grass and watch the house burn. The flames have plenty to eat and are having a splendid time. “Kinda pretty.” “It is. I think the porch is about to go,” Drake notes. “Yeah.” I tilt my head. “Guess someone finally called the fire department.” Drake chuckles. “Good thing about a rural volunteer fire department – they sure do take their time.” “Do we need to leave before they get here?” “You should probably move your car or else you’re going to get trapped by the trucks.” “That’s a good idea.” I don’t want to get up, but the sirens are getting louder. I jump in my car and pull it around the block. When I jog back up to the property, the fire engine pulls up. Drake has moved to opposite side of the street with other gawkers. I join him. I reach for his hand. Drake squeezes it and the warmth circulates back into my fingers.
The porch collapses with a spectacular crash and a shower of sparks. A murmur of awe goes through the small crowd of onlookers. There’s flames are coming out of every window now. The air is ashy and acrid, but for the first time, I feel like I can breathe.
It’s going to be a total loss. What a shame.
“Oh hey, welcome home. By the way, your latest one night stand came by. He dropped something off for you while you were at work.” Luke sets his bag on the counter and walks over to the small white box his roommate had pointed to. “Ryan?” “I dunno his name. He was blond.” “Probably Ryan. I was gonna ask if he returned stolen underwear or something like that last guy, but this doesn’t look like a box you return underwear in. Looks like a donut box.” “It has the label of a pastry company on it.” “Did he send me a cake??” Luke asks. “Looks like it.” “Huh.” Luke opens the box and dissolves into laughter. His cheeks turn red. “What? What does it say?” The roommate walks over to peer into the box. He snorts. “Wow. That’s quite something. Apparently you’re a stud.” “Send out an official decree – I have the best cock in all the land,” Luke jokes as he snaps a photo with his phone. Satisfied, he sets his phone down and opens the drawer for a knife. “I really hope this is cream filled.”
