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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“God, dammit,” Tanner curses. “This code looks like shit. I swear he’s farming his work out to college kids. I’m gonna have to bring this up if Mr. Reeves doesn’t, I swear. If I have to delay this launch because of this bullshit, I am going to hulk out.”
I suppose I need to announce my presence instead of just gazing adoringly at the way the mid-morning sun has cast dramatic shadows across the gorgeous musculature of his torso and ass. I knock on the doorframe. Tanner glances at me. 
“Oh, hi Nadir. Sorry, was I being loud?”
“Not unnecessary. Everything alright pup?”
He sighs. “Yeah, just – my coworkers are idiots and my boss has no spine. Just frustrated.”
I reveal what I’m holding enveloped in my hand. “Will a few minutes in the back yard make you feel better?”
Tanner fingers stop typing as he fixates on the green object. “You have my ball.”
“I do. Five minutes maybe?”
Tanner bites his lip in thought. He glances at the screen. “Yeah they can wait. They waste enough of my time.”
“Atta boy.”

Tanner follows me out to the backyard. The acreage is mostly wide, instead of deep, and I can lob that ball almost the length of it, sending him bolting. Or, sometimes, I’ll launch it into the atmosphere, and watch Tanner dance around trying to see where it’s going to come down. It’s often better entertainment than watching television. 

It’s late spring, and within a few minutes we’re panting and there’s a sheen to our foreheads. Tanner throws the ball back to me and puts his hands on his thighs so he can catch his breath.
“Worn out?”
“Getting warn out here.”
“It is.”
“Sun feels good though.” Tanner stretches as he walks toward me. “I think I need to get back to work though. A ‘brb’ only lasts so long.”
“I understand that. Do you feel better?”
“Yeah. I do. Feel more relaxed, thanks, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Sometimes taking care of your pup is guess work. Glad to have guessed right.” I take off my shirt and wipe his forehead, so I can kiss it.
Tanner smiles. He takes my shirt from me and smells it. 
“Am I getting my shirt back?” I ask.
“No,” he replies. His eyes are creased in the corners and he has a sparkle there.
We walk back into the house together. “Well. When you are done with work for the day, I’ll ask for it back.”
“That’s fair.”

We get something to drink, and he goes back to work. I wait patiently until he is done for the day. When Tanner leaves the guest room where his “office” was, I am standing outside. 

“Oh hi Sir.”
“Shirt.” I hold out my hand.
Tanner hands it back with a teenage-level sigh. “Good boy.” I toss it over my shoulder, and immediately pin him to the wall next to the doorframe. I hold him there with a forceful kiss. Tanner makes a noise of surprise and presses his hands against my pecs. I push my pelvis against his and his body sticks to me like a magnet. Tanner rocks against me. I trail kisses down to his neck.
“You wanna move this to the bedroom?”
“No – don’t wanna stop.”
I shove my hand down Tanner’s underwear and run my fingers down his shaft, which is now firm and taut under the fabric.
Tanner whimpers and thrusts against my hand. As much as I hoped to fuck him, I begin to appreciate his choice. His cock feels wonderfully warm in my palm, pulsating and dripping. I can feel every muscular twitch of his body, and the thrum of his heart. Tanner is starting to sweat, and his smell drives me insane. I need to collar him, so next time we do this, I can grab onto it. No one makes me see red like Tanner. The urge to dominate him turns me into a beast. 

I yank Tanner’s underwear down so I can have more room to play with him. He begs for me to keep stroking. I do, slow and teasing, caressing my calloused fingerpads against his cockhead until he is baying.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum, pup. Shoot on the floor.” I switch my grip to a fist and pump him from base to tip.  
Tanner cries out and wetness spills over my fist as I bring him over the edge. He throws back his head. His grip bruises my arm. I could hear the splatters on the floor and nearly come myself. I’m not focused on my own pleasure though – that will come later. In this sliver of time, nothing matters more than milking Tanner’s cock dry.

Tanner breathes heavily and looks at me from under heavy lids. “Wow.”
“All out, let’s get it aaaalll out boy.” 
“Feels so good, Nadir. Sir.”
I press my fingers into the base of his cock, right above his balls. I’m rewarded with a few more drips.
"S-sir it’s sensitive!”
“And going soft.” I cup his balls for one more touch and drop my hand.
Tanner kisses me. “That was unexpected, but wow. Amazing. Thank you Sir.”
“It was my pleasure.” I toss the shirt on the floor to clean up the cum. 
“Nooo not the shirt.” He starts to bend down for it.
“Leave it. Leave it.” I pick the garment up with my toes. 
Tanner sighs. “Fine.” He pulls his underwear back up. 
“You can leave them off.”
Tanner shrugs and drops the underwear. He bends to pick them up, but I snatch them out of his hand. 
“Ha mine!” I shout.
“SIR! That was SO sneaky! Wait. Leave it!”
“Doesn’t work on me, pup!”
“Siiiiiiiiiiir!” Tanner chases me into the kitchen, then the living room, where he catches me; and we have a proper wrestle before our stomachs rumble and we run out of energy. I make him his favorite mac-n-cheese and hot dogs for dinner, despite it not being my preference; I must be addicted to my pup’s smile.

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“God, he does have insane abs. Come ooonnn Matt, let me steal your new friend. Pleaaaaaaaaaaase? You’re going to bed anyway.”
“Does your brother always do this?” Adam asks.
Matt sighs. “It’s become a habit. This is what happens when you’re the youngest child – you get lazy and spoiled.”
Zach flips Matt off. “Work smarter, not harder. You’re friends with the hottest guys anyway, why should I waste my time at a bar?”
“Not every guy I bring home wants to sleep with another dude,” Matt retorts.
“Yeah but every guy you bring home probably likes blowjobs and wants to be told they’re a hot stud.”
“I do like blowjobs,” Adam admits. “And I could be told I’m an Adonis.”
Matt rolls his eyes and exhales with attitude. “Fine. Adam, if you want to debase yourself by sleeping with this 22 -year-old jizz factory, go ahead.”
“Jizz factory??” Zach screeches.
Adam cracks up with laughter.
“Well I’ve never been so offended.”
“Cause it’s true. It’s definitely true. 
“You were 22 once. Not that long ago, if I recall correctly. How convenient of you to forgot how horny you were then.” Zach puts his hands on his hips.
“I was a sophisticated and discreet horny 22 year old. I didn’t hump, ogle, or leer or any woman that-”
“Sophisticated?” Adam interrupts, still unable to free himself of the giggles. “Who is sophisticated at 22?”
“YEAH.” Zach adds.

Matt folds his arms. “I was mature. Unlike the 12 year old boy I’m arguing with in a 22-year-old’s body. So you’re not denying you hump, ogle, and leer at any male human who walks down the street?”
“Oh pft, no, I definitely do that. Male humans are my favorite kind to look at.”
“Right before you hump their legs?”
Zach blinks. “I’ve never actually done that. Wonder if that’d be hot…”
“Oh dear god, I don’t want to think about it. I’m going to bed. You two play nice and don’t give the pillows any emotional trauma ok?”
“Don’t worry, Matt, if Zach gets out of control I’ll hit him with a newspaper.” 
Matt pats Adam on the back. “I knew I could trust in you to have some sense”
“Hey! So. Rude. Go to bed already, Matt, I need to look at Adam’s dick. He looks hung as heeeeell and it’s distracting.”
Adam holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry I’m weak to compliments.” 
Matt rubs the bridge of his nose. He is worried about what visions of horror are going to visit his dreams tonight. 

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by ccallenreese

beauxenfantsdumonde:

I turn around. “Are you following me?”
“Maybe.” He flashes a coy smile.
“You want my attention? You sure are dressed like you want attention.”
“I want the attention of your camera. I saw you taking photos of boys on the beach earlier. I’m prettier than any of them.”
My eyes roam over his figure. So much skin, yet so much left to the imagination.  “You’re jealous?” I ask.
“I’m not jealous, I know I’m prettier. Just …seems a shame that you would come here to take pictures of homosexuals and not shoot me. Seems a waste of film even.”

I raise my Leica and peer at him through the viewfinder. The lens likes him. He isn’t even actively posing, but the lines of his body are fantastic. I take a photo. I want to take more. Against these rocks. Against that boulder over there. From a down-ward angle with the sky in the background, clouds around his head in angelic repose. Bare naked on his back, in the sand. On his stomach in the surf, waves sliding over his thighs and ass.

The ideas cascade through my head like rapid cycling television channels. I swallow; my throat is dry. Who is this boy? Maybe he’s a prostitute, but he seems to wear his sexuality as easy as a smile instead of just trying to fake it to sell it. I sense he is a local. I sense he probably has a strained relationship with his parents. I sense I’m not the first tourist that will see his penis and I won’t be the last. I have a feeling he’s well known to the cops.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Nothing. Just thinking.”
“Of what?”
“Where to pose you first.”
He smiles. “You want me to undress now?”
I swallow again. “No. My camera will tell me when it wants to see you bare. Remember, you’re showing off for it. Not me.”

He puts his fingertip between his teeth. “Oh no, I’m definitely showing off for you too. I told you, I really like attention.”

You curse under your breath. It’s unavoidable. This evening is going to end with him spilling into your fingers. You hope you have enough film.

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Damien kisses his boyfriend on the cheek. “Tanner, I choose you.”
“Aw. That was so cheesy. Wait, is that why you insisted on these outfits, for that pun?”
“Yes. Also because you’re adorable. I caught you, but you caught my eye.”
“No more Pokemon puns,” Tanner states.
“I have a list.”
Damien giggled at his boyfriend’s exasperated eye roll.

“I’m going to shock you,” Tanner threatens.
“oo baby, I didn’t know you were into that. Pika pika on the street, Team Rocket in the sheets?”
Tanner rubs his hands on the wool sweater, and touches his finger to Damien’s cheek. To his astonishment, it actually shocks him.
“Ah! You shocked me.” Damien gasps. “Oh my god, how did you do that?”
Tanner pushes up his sleeves and grins. “Don’t mess with Pikachu, baby.”

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“See Bernard? Up there, near the rock? Our property deed goes all the way up there. Isn’t that fantastic? Imagine it – our house there, next to the creek, where there will be a garden. A little barn will go there. Goats and sheep across the mountain. Once it’s built, we’ll buy some of the flock off your father and have our own place. Just us.”
Bernard sighs. “It sounds perfect, but I still don’t think the village is going to accept us once they realize we’re living together, without wives. Even though I’ve grown up here, I’m scared they’ll cast us out.”
Jean kisses Bernard’s cheek. “They will think we are odd. But we will maintain our presence based on the reputation of our fathers. And, once the housewives in town see the wool you’ve spun from our sheep, in the beautiful colors you create like magic, they will be swayed. Once they spend a winter warm in sweaters from our wool, they will change their minds.”
Bernard smiles at Jean and leans against him. “That’s the fairy tale I want. Spinning wool, fire to my back, watching you sketching into your books.”

“The fairy tale will be a true story, Bernard, I swear. And one day, there will be word from the church of an orphan who needs a home. And we will be the first to volunteer. No one will be able to argue we are not pillars of the community, even if we are odd. We can still be a happy family even if we are odd.”
“It sounds perfect. I could make love in this field every week for the rest of my life and not be tired of this valley.”
“Bernard, I will test that theory and hold you to that.”
Bernard nuzzles Jean. “Good. I want to go again.”
“Again?” Jean repeats. “Twice in a week? Won’t you get sick of the valley even faster?”
“No, I’m making up for the weeks before this when we couldn’t get away.”
Jean just looks at Bernard, helpless, and in love. He guides him back down to the blanket and moves on top of him.

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by ccallenreese

germanhornygay:

KC cracked his gum and grinned. “Like what you see huh?”
The guy sitting across from him turned red and squirmed. “Like you don’t want people to look. On a public train of all things.”
“I got a big dick, it’s not like I can hide it. But come on, kinda hypocritical aren’t we? Your bulge tells it’s own story. Looks like a metal sleeve to me.” KC’s grin shifted to a smirk.
“Fuck, you can tell?” he whined. He folded his hands over his lap.
KC snorted. “I mean, yeah, but only cause I know what I’m lookin for. And you’re wearing some tight ass jeans. Balls must be feelin kinda tight in there huh? When’s the last time someone let you cum?”
“That’s none of your business.” The guy snapped. He glanced around the train nervously, but this early in the morning there wasn’t many people on – and not at this end of the car. 
“Actually, it is my business.” KC cracked his gum again. “Cause I wanna know if you woke up desperately horny this morning and climbed onto someone’s lap. Wanna know if someone put a load up you this morning, and if there’s room for mine. You wet back there?
The guy’s face darkened a shade and swallowed. Under his palm, he felt the jeans turn damp. “Fuck,” he muttered.
KC chuckled. “Guess not. You’d love a fuck wouldn’t you? I bet you’re still super horny from when you woke up huh?”
“Y-yeah…” he admitted. “But I’m always horny. I assume you assumed that.”
“I did. Pretty hot. Are you wearing a plug this morning? Wait no. Don’t tell me. I wanna find out. Let’s get off on Ellen Street. There’s a bathroom at that station, and this early, it’ll be clean. Would love to put my morning load up you.”
“Fuck, I hate how slutty it makes me sound to agree to that, but I’m so horny I feel like sitting on a washing machine would set me off. Can’t take my eyes off that cock of yours…would feel so good up my hole…”
“Have you ever cum from being fucked?”
The young man shook his head. “One of these days. I get so close and then it just slips away. It’s so maddening.”
“Hot.” KC groaned. “I don’t have the time to handle a locked boy, but I’m jealous of who ever handles you. Surprised he doesn’t want your ass first thing in the morning.”
“We don’t-”

We are approaching St. Rufford Square. Next stop, St. Rufford Square. Exit will be on the left. 

The young man started again. “We don’t live together, yet. His lease isn’t up.”
“Guess you just have to wait for him to have time to over and milk you.” KC licked his lower lip. “Also hot. Well, I’m here and I got a load-” 

The train stopped at St. Rufford Square.  People came on. The conversation halted. But KC was still smirking at the guy across the aisle. At Ellen Street, they silently got off the train together.

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pchdms:

ALBERT for Men Magazine, November 1998

“Well, I guess. I could use a $100 after all. Never done this with a guy before…but it’s just touching, so I guess it’s fine. I normally don’t go without underwear, you know. Just forgot to pack a change. Wore my swim trunks to the pool instead. Sort of embarrassed someone noticed.”
“Why be embarrassed if you’re getting a $100 out of it?”
“I uhh – well– when you put it that way-” 
I push my hand down his jeans to sample the goods. I like what I feel. Fills my palm nicely. “Let’s go somewhere more private. I have feeling you’re gonna vocal.”

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vallentiro14:

I stand back, observing him observing the painting. He’s standing at-rest in first position, and I hadn’t even told him to stand like that. I desperately want to point it out because it gives me a thrill, but I bite my tongue. I don’t want to stop see him wearing my training instead of his clothes. My eyes roam down his shapely legs, up to the curve of his ass and the slope of his back. It feels nice to see his familiar form in my vision again.
Even three days away on a business trip to Atlanta is too long to be away from my other half.

“It’s really quite fascinating how I feel I can walk into the painting. Like it’s drawing me in, and down the hallway. But I can’t actually tell if it’s a hallway or a mirror. This is really a fascinating painting. And it’s going to look perfect in that empty spot on the wall that’s driving me nuts.” Matt turns towards me and smiles. “Thank you so much, I love it.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m delighted, and relieved, that the effort was worth it.”
“How did you ever get it on the plane?”
“With great difficulty,” I chuckle. “I had to ship it as cargo. They had a parcel service you can use if your package is under 100 pounds. Very relieved the glass didn’t break.”
“As am I. You went through all that hassle to get that home. I really appreciate that. You always bring me the best gifts from your travels, but this – this I wasn’t expecting.”
“I wasn’t expecting it either,” I admit. “I walked by this gallery with some of the guys from the office when we were on our way to a lunch reservation, and it caught my eye. Came back the next day after my meeting. Second I saw it, I knew you’d like it. It has a similar style to the print in the foyer.”
Matt beams. “The fact you even pay attention to stuff like that that floors me. You’re so considerate Sir.” Matt steps over the bubblewrap and walks over to me for a hug. I embrace him, wanting his body heat against me. I kiss him. 

“Are you going to hang it up now?” I ask.
“I’m going to hang up tomorrow.”
“Oh? Why tomorrow?” 
Matt scoffs. “Why? You’ve been out of town for like three days, I’m horny as hell and I’m hoping you’ll fuck me so hard I won’t be able to get out of bed until it’s time to make dinner.”
“God,” I say through my teeth. “You are feisty and I missed it. By the way, do you remember that time we couldn’t wait and I fucked you over the hood of my car last month?”
“Yes, yes I do. Very much. The Lexus logo left an impression on my thigh.”
“I jerked off to that on my business trip.”
He giggles. “Really?”
“Really. To say you make me horny is an understatement. “
Matt press his hand between my legs. “It’s quite silly that only one of us is still wearing clothes. Come up stairs, so I can undress you. You need to be thanked for the painting.”
“How are you going to thank me with sex?”
Matt gives me a devilish look. “While you were gone, I learned some new tricks with my tongue.”
I swallow so hard it’s audible. “Uh. Yeah upstairs – upstairs and undressing is good.” I put my phone on mute and toss it on the couch.

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flexscene:

Tony D’Angelo
Fire Fuckers (2022)

“Sit.” Douglas gestured to the couch. 
RJ sat. His body pretty much did it on its own at this point. 
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now?”
“Well.” RJ folded his hands in his lap. “Curiousity, mostly. You told me this wouldn’t be a normal session, and that someone is joining us. But we’re not at the club, we’re in your apartment. And we don’t normally have sessions on Wednesday afternoon. So I’m curious.”
Douglas smiled. “Well, Wednesday was the only afternoon he still had free this month.”
“He?” RJ repeated.
“Yep.” Douglas gestured to the closed guest bedroom door.
“He’s already here?”
“Yep.”
RJ furrowed his brow. “Who is?”
“Well. Before we get to that, ask me why he is here.”
If RJ wasn’t totally confused, he was now. “Ok…why is here, Sir?”

“Well, it didn’t escape me that you’re just about one year sober now.”
RJ blushed. “Yeah, it was Halloween last year when I crashed the car.”
Douglas nodded. “Yes. And I wanted to show how proud of you I was by getting you a gift. So I thought – what would RJ enjoy?” He gestured with an upturn hand. “And then I thought, I know what RJ would enjoy. So I made a few calls. Frank, can you come out here please?”

RJ’s attention snapped to the guest room door. It opened, and a man in a bulky uniform walked out into the living room. He posed. 
“Hello, my name is Frank. I heard you set the fire alarm off lately. I’m here to teach you about fire safety.” And then he pulled open his jacket to reveal tattoos and jacked abs.
RJ squealed and covered his mouth with his hands. “Noooo. You didn’t. Douglas are you serious?? You got me a firefighter stripper as a gift?!”
Douglas laughed. “Yes. And he’s actually a real firefighter.”
“NO.”
“Yep,” Frank said. He slapped his jacket. “It’s my old bunker gear.”
RJ made another high pitched noise. “I can’t even fucking think right now. I know Halloween is coming up, but I think we’re calling Christmas off cause nothing is topping this.”
“Oh there’s going to be topping alright,” Frank interrupted.
“He goes all the way,” Douglas added.
RJ giggled behind his hands. “This is amazing. Are you joining us Sir?”
“I’ll be watching. You know, to ensure you are properly punished for setting the smoke detector off.”
“I am such a bad boy.”
“Constantly. But still, I’m proud of you. So enjoy your reward.” 
RJ smiled. “Thank you Sir. And I will, I definitely will. And I guess if I’m being punished for fire safety, I should confess to the time I set the carpet on fire when I was 8. Knocked over a candle.”
“Yeah he definitely needs to be punished, I see why you called me,” Frank said to Douglas, and then he turned his attention to RJ. “Say, RJ, why don’t you help me get my bunker jacket off. I’m starting to feel a little warm…”

Douglas tried not to snort. It was so cheesy, but he had to admit Frank knew what he was doing. He used his phone to turn on the music Frank had requested and left to go prepare some drinks in the kitchen. He had a feeling they were both going to be sweating a lot.

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nhozyboy:

Zach finds it hard to keep his jaw closed. Bruce looked fine as hell walking around, but watching him bend over captured his full attention. “Damn, your boy looks hot in that. Is that his outfit for the Halloween party?”
John chuckles. “No, that’s his idea of casual wear.”
Zach raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow. “So what’s he going as for the party?”
John grins and calls out to his boy who was on the other side of the living room. “Hey Bruce, tell Zach what you’re going for as Halloween.”
Bruce sets the remote he’d picked up on the coffee table. “Ronald Reagan. Scariest boomer in a suit I could think of.”
“Ok, that’s a pretty scary idea for a room of gay dudes. But uh, I think Ronald Regan was the Greatest Generation, not a boomer,” Zach replies.
Bruce looks confused. “You think Reagan’s generation was the greatest? Seriously? Well I’m going to look at you completely differently now. And he is definitely a boomer.”
Zach chuffs air through his nose. “No, Bruce, sweetheart. The generation before the Baby Boomer Generation was called the Greatest Generation. Baby Boomers were born after World War II.”
Bruce has a blank look on his face. “It has never occurred to me there was another generation before Boomers. Makes sense now that I think about it…”
John chuckles. “Bless your heart.”
“Well I can’t be held at fault for something I didn’t know about! I’m sure most people from that generation are dead anyway.” Zach puts his hands on his hips.
“Well, not most. They’re on their way out though. Regardless, generations are an important context for talking about historical figures,” John replies.
Bruce is half listening. “Wait, if there’s something before Boomers, what came before that? And what comes after Gen Z? Where is my phone? I need to Google this immediately.” He walks out of the room and into the kitchen.

Both Zach and John stare at his ass as he goes.
“Thank god he’s pretty, at least,” John mutters.
“Yeah, seriously,” Zach replies.

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