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by ccallenreese

pomozmioddychac:

“Gah, there you are. Get on the bike, we have a lot of traffic to slog through. The 101 is gonna be a mess. Fucking Hollywood.” TJ tosses me the extra helmet.
I catch it as I stop just short of the bike, toes sticking over the edge of the curb. I fold my arms. “Well that’s a greeting.”
“What? What’s your problem?”
“God you dense mother fucker. Are we just going to pretend the reason I stopped playing in your band in the first place was the fact you couldn’t be in the same room as with me without being distracted by much you were in love with me?”
AJ looks uncomfortable and adjusts his position on the bike. I enjoy watching him squirm.
“Just because we had sex once or twice-”
“13 times. And like four blow jobs. And some handjobs.”
AJ coughs. “A few times, doesn’t mean I was in love with you.”
“Well so what was the reason it got super awkward and you started messing up the vocals like a lot? You get a sore throat sucking my cock?”
“Jesus Christ.” AJ rolls his eyes and sits back on the bike. He glances at his watch. “I was under a lot of stress back then to put the record out, I had a lot going on.”
“Man, it almost sounds like you rehearsed that,” I tease as I roll the helmet in my hands. “So what’s going to happen now? You fired your drummer for sucking on your tour and doing meth, and you called me to save your ass with five dates left. I’m not going to take responsibility if you start getting distracted. And we’re gonna be on a bus for gods sake. You’re not going to be able to avoid me.”

AJ is sweating under his arms now and really squirming too, like he had ants in his pants. “Fuck- Tyler, your skill as a drummer is parallel to what a pain in the ass you are.”
“Why thank you.”
“I just – listen, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. Yeah I like you a lot, and the sex was great but like…I didn’t want to get attached to you just because you were there a lot. It felt too convenient. You deserve someone who isn’t dating you out of convenience-”
I snort. “Why are you the one who gets to define what I deserve? And also, who said I didn’t want to date you out of convenience either? We both fell at the same time.” AJ stares at me. I continue. “It was also my choice whether or not I wanted to date you, but you never gave me the chance to choose to have a relationship with you or not. You just freaked out and got weird.”
“Yeah cause we all know dating band members is a really bad idea, cause like it can cause a lot of tension…”
“And cause your drummer to leave?” I finish.
“Yeah.” AJ pauses. “I did that anyway didn’t I?”
“You did. And you didn’t even get to date me out of it.”

“Well. Fuck.” AJ glances at his watch again. “We really got to go. We’re already going to be late for sound check.”
I don’t move.
AJ threw his hands up and made an over-exaggerated sigh of annoyance. “FINE. I’m still in love with you and hope I can get everything I want for five days while also getting laid, with a full expectation that I can selfishly bail after the tour is over before I have to do the hard emotional work to make a relationship work.”

“There we go, AJ! That wasn’t so hard was it.” I put the helmet on and get on the back of the bike. I adjust my backpack straps.
“I seriously hate you right now.”
“No you don’t,” I chirp. “You love me. And we’re gonna have a fun five days together and then we’re going to figure it out ok?” I wrap my arms around him. I feel his body relax.
AJ signals and pulls the bike out into the street. “Aren’t you an optimist. First we gotta make it to soundcheck at the Palladium.”
He pauses at the stop sign at the end of the street to consider traffic. I take the opportunity to cup him between the legs of his jeans.
His butt nearly leaves the seat. “Tyler!” AJ shouts.
“Sorry.” I giggle. “I missed it a lot, wanted to make sure it was still the same.”
“Well, it missed you too, but don’t do that while I’m driving or you’ll kill us both and our tour manager will not be happy.” AJ opens the throttle and we tear down Garvey Avenue. I’m glad he can’t see me smiling. I did wonder though if he could feel that I was also half hard.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Hey boy, are you coming in from sunbathing now?”
“Uh what?” Carlos swivels his head around until he spots Tom standing in an upstairs window. “Oh. Yes, I am.”
“Good. Get your ass up here please, I got a load to shoot into it. Got a mighty need for it.”
“Oh! Yes, Tom, coming right now!”
“That’s a good boy.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

I wipe my hand on a towel and check my phone. “Oh, my boyfriend is stopping by to bring us the cooler I left upstairs before he goes out.”
“Oh? I finally get to meet the Slutty Wonder?” Rob asks.
“Yep. He’s a gift, I tell you. A little unusual, but man…” I let out a low whistle. “This is all new for me, and I’m obsessed. I’ve never wanted someone so bad, so often. I feel like my dick is out all the time. Well half the time he’s pulling out, but man. He’s a treasure.”
“I can’t wait to see this.”
I grin. We hang out in the corner of the pool for minute until I see the gate open. “Oh there he is. Mikey! Over here.”
I watch Rob. “What the…” Rob puts his hands on the edge of the pool and leans forward.
“Mikey~” I step up and wave.
“Hey sweetie! Where do you want the cooler?”
“You can bring it here.”
Mikey trots over in his pumps to where our stuff is. He sets the cooler in reach.
“Yep, thank you. May I get a kiss before I go?”
“Sure thing, babe.”
I step up on the ledge of the pool so I can rise to meet his lips. We exchange a soft kiss.
Mikey pulls back. “Oh good I didn’t get any lipstick on you. It really is waterproof!”
“I told you to pay a little extra for the good stuff. Oh, Mikey, this is Rob.”
Mikey waves. “Hi darling. Heard a lot about you.”
“Uh hi. Nice to meet you.” Mikey blinks.
“You should come over for dinner sometime. For now though, I left you guys some fruit salad and some chicken pasta salad in the fridge for when you’re done in the pool.” Mikey moves his purse from his elbow up to his shoulder.
“Thank you sweetheart. Very kind.”
“Of course! The watermelon so good, you’ll love it. Well, I’ll be out with Grace for a couple hours, we’re gonna grab lunch, do a bit of shopping, take her dog to the spa. If you want me to pick up anything on the way home let me know.”
“Will do. Have a fun afternoon with Grace.”
“Should be fun! See you later darling, remember to reapply sunscreen.”
“Yes honey. Take care now. Bye~”
“Byyee. Nice to meet you Rob.” MIkey winks at us along with wave of manicured fingers and leaves us be.

Rob watches us go. “Woah. That – that’s Mikey?”
“Yep?”
“I could see up his skirt. That was a tiny thong stretched over everything. Was it silk?”
“Yep.”
“You get to fuck that sweet piece of ass all the time?”
“Yep.”
“God you lucky son of a bitch. He’s so cute.”
I can’t help but squeal a little. “He’s IS. And dainty. I mean, for being nearly six feet tall in heels. And he’s always puttering around in the condo in these cute outfits, doing all this domestic stuff, listening to his vinyl…I could just watch him all day. I could watch the paint dry on his nails even. I’m totally smitten.”
“I’ve never thought I’d be rethinking my opinion of boys in skirts but here I am,” Rob mutters and sat on the step of the pool.
“Yeah, me neither. I love being able to grab his ass and feel skin, or just like, push the fabric up, pull the thong aside, and get access right to that pussy. Once I made him go out with any underwear on as a punishment for something.”
Rob gasps. “No one noticed?”
“It was a longer skirt. But he got hard very quickly. It was a lot of fun. I finished him off in the parking lot with my hand. He’d never had an orgasm in a semi-public space before. Very sexy.”
Rob lets out a low whistle. “I’m starting to get some ideas of new ways to torment my houseboy.”
“I could write you a novel, Rob. But I will tell you that as long as you want to keep your boy interested and happy, you’ll easily find an opportunity to do so.”

Rob just nods. “Does he go to work, like that?”
"Sort of. Men’s slacks, women’s blouses, mostly. A lot of colors and patterns. They get a lot of clients who are sort of unsure how to react to him, so he tones it down so it’s not distracting.”
“Ah, makes sense. Sucks it’s still like that.”
I sigh. “Yeah.But if I get home before he does, he lets me watch as he changes. It’s got upsides.”
“You are such an optimist.”
“I have a lot of reasons to be.”

Rob smirks and we share a fist pump. “Beer time? I feel warm all of a sudden…”
I reach for the cooler and sigh. “Yeah me too. Beer time for sure.” I pass him a can and we pop ours open. I raise mine. “Cheers to the Slutty Wonder?”
“Cheers.” We clink them together and drink.
Rob glances at his can. “Oh this is from a local brewery too! He has good taste in beer? Is Mikey real or did I hallucinate him?”
“Well Rob, if I am hallucinating Mikey, don’t wake me up!

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Bro, I am so worn out.”
“I told you I’d fuck you until you couldn’t move.”
“I thought you were exaggerating.”
“I was not.”
“It feels like I’ll never be hard again.”
“Oh, bosh. You’re young. Your balls will fill up and by tomorrow morning, you’ll be pushing up against me, hoping I’ll fuck you for breakfast.”
He groans. “I feel so seen. I love morning dick.”
“If you stop trying to suppress how much sex you actually want, a lot of fun things can happen.”
“Yeah…we did have a lot of fun this morning.”
I smile. “We did. Do you uh, want to take your lunch on the sofa?”
“Bro, yeah anything to avoid getting up right now. I can’t move at all.”
“You poor baby.”
He flips me off and I laugh.  “How are you even moving right now?”
“Oh me? I’m energized, I feed off your sexual aura.” I wiggle my fingers and make mysterious hand gestures.
“Ha ha, very funny. If you feed off of sexual auras how do you know how to make lunch?”
“Making a sandwich is the same as having sex,” I explain, “Meat, cake like bread, white sauce.”
He pauses. “I don’t know if I’m hungry now or not.” As if on cue, his stomach grumbled. “Ugh you betrayed me.”
“I’ll be back with your sandwich.”
“No white sauce please.”
“One un-fucked sandwich coming right up!”
“Ewww!”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Ah, I’ll do it. He’s going to burn his pretty brown skin.” I kneel down. “Hey…hey stud.” I gently rock his shoulder. “Wake up sweetheart.”
“HHnnggg.”
“You’ve fallen asleep in the pool and we’re worried you’re going to burn.”
He jerked his head up. “Whu?” He blinks at me. “What ….” He glances up at people looking at him. “Did I pass out?”
“You fell asleep.”
“For how long?”
“Twenty minutes or so.”
He rubs his face. “Fuck.”
“Are you ok?” I ask. “What’s your name?”
“Y-yeah. Just, I was the sober friend last night while my friends were partying and I got like no sleep. Name’s Zach.”
“Aww, you poor thing. Well.” I gesture to the guys around the pool. “We got a lounge chair in the shade if you want to come take a nap. We’ll keep an eye on you.”
“That sounds amazing, actually.”
I offer a hand. He grasps my hand and I pull him out of the pool.
“Damn Daddy, you strong. If it wasn’t so hot, I’d ask to cuddle with you.”
I grin. “Well if you want to sleep in my bed tonight, it’s open.”
“That sounds sooo nice. I miss sleeping in someone’s arms.” Zach sighs.
I pat him on the back and walk him to where our group is sitting. “You come out here to get over  bad break up?”
“Yeah. Friend dropped out, so I took his spot. Always wanted to go to White Party you know?”
I nod.
“You’ve been having good sex?”
“No I’ve been baby sitting my idiot friends!”
I shake my head. “Well, nice of you to do that, but you need to have some fun yourself.”

“Is he ok?” My friend Steve asks as I walk him over. Steve offers a towel which Zach takes.
“Yeah just up late being sober for his friends, didn’t sleep at all. He’s gonna take a nap on the chaise.”
“Aww poor baby.”
“He hasn’t been laid since he got here either,” I add.
That gets a chorus of groans from my friend group. “We need to fix that!”
“Yep. Alright, sit there, Zach. Drink this bottle of water. After your nap, you can pick which dick you want.” I gesture to my friend group.
Zach considers all of us. “Fuck am I still asleep?”
“Nope. We’re your gay guardian angels baby.”
“Finally.” Zach says dramatically, which makes us all crack up. We set to hydrating him and burrito’ing him in a towel. “Can I pick more than one dick?” He asks with a yawn.
“Honey you can go through the phone book in alphabetical order if you want!” Steve answers with a snap of his fingers. We all crack up again.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

 “Hm. Yeah, no. Can’t fuck here Sir. Can’t camp either. The water is brackish. Won’t do, won’t do at all. Onward!”
I wipe my forehead with a bandana. “Slow down pup, I’m carrying everything, remember. I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m enjoying the view, but I can’t go as fast as you.”
“Ah, I’m sorry Sir, you’re right. I’m just so excited and refreshed. So much energy. I’ll go a little slower.”
“Thank you. You’re a good trail pup though, I appreciate you scouting things out and finding good spots for us.”
Gordon turns and smiles at me. “Of course Sir. I like having a task to – oh, bird!” He thrusts a finger out in the direction it went, under some sort of erroneous assumption I’ll see it. “Oh it’s a fat little thing. Has some white on it this time. Come back here, where did you go…” He disappears out of sight from around the rock.
I take a drink of water “Well that settles it. English Pointer it is.”
“Pointer?” Gordon sticks his head around the natural feature so I can see his face. “I’m clearly a German Shepard.”
I snort. “Nope. No way. They’re stoic protectors and guardians who can switch from playful to defensive in a flash. You’re a high energy, short coated, explorative type who looks for small animals. You’re independent, but you still like to please your Master. That’s a Pointer to a tee.”
Gordon gives me a look. “I mean that’s only somewhat correct about me. Oh, there’s two of those birds!” He disappears around the rock again. I chuckle. It feels good to be right. I adjust my pack and carry on after him.
“What type of dog breed do you think I’d be?” I ask.
“Hmm. A Chinese crested.”
“Hey! I have so much hair I can barely see my skin on my arms, you want to get laid later or not?”
That makes Gordon laugh, a pretty sound that echos off the trees. “I can’t tell you the answer or it’d go right to your head. You’re a bear of a beast though, that’s for damn sure.”
I climb over the protruding rock. “That’s for damn sure. Once I’m done breeding the shit out of you, I am going to find us a fish for dinner and bring it back to our cave. It’ll be majestic as fuck.”
“Are you going to catch it with your mouth?”
“Depends if you want to be kissed later or not.”
That gets a genuine laugh from Gordon. He throws at pine cone at me. I throw one back at him. “Come on pup, get movin.”
“Oh now you want me to get moving, I see how it is. Big bear caught his breath huh?”
I stick my tongue out at him. Gordon sticks his out back. He turns and walks ahead again. I seize the moment to throw a small pine cone at him and it bounces off his butt. His little squeak is delightful.

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by ccallenreese

onevspect:

Winter Nights in NYC

CJ stopped on the corner and glanced up. Rocky halted one step ahead of him.
“What are you looking at, love?”
CJ raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you remember, this is where we met?”
Rocky looked up at the blue street signs too. “Huh. So it is. Damn, this intersection looked a lot different back then.”
“Yeah it did. I was right there.” CJ pointed to the curb. “Used to be a news stand there. I was trying to walk to the NYU Hospital. Didn’t make it.” He pointed to the corner store that was now a bank. “You were coming out of here, like you were on cue in a movie.”
“I was getting coffee with my old partner, Dave. I stopped short leavin’ when I saw you, and he nearly walked into me. Some coffee splashed on his hand and he yelled at me.” Rocky chuckled. “He was such a loud bastard.”
“I didn’t know that part. About the spill, I mean.”
“I can’t even remember if I drank my coffee. I just remember running over to you. I thought you were dead. You were all curled up in a ball, clutching your side.”

CJ looked thoughtfully at the curb. ”I’ve always wondered if I would have made it, you know? If someone had called an ambulance, and we had to wait for it to come in the snow; instead of like, how you threw me in your police car and took me to the hospital with the lights blazing. The surgeon who took out my appendix said I was so close to death after it ruptured. He looked so pale when he told me after. I’ve always wondered how close.”
“The timing… in this huge city…” Rocky drifted off. They lapsed into silence.
CJ blinked. “Oh, it’s snowing.”
“Huh. It is.” Rocky took his hand. They began walking north again. “Do you think our kids destroyed the house while we’re gone?”
“I’m pretty sure we’re going to come back to all of our bedding being used as a fort. And I’m pretty sure your parents let them eat all the junk food they wanted,” CJ said.
“I guarantee that.”
CJ smiled. “You know if the damage is done, why not stay out a little bit longer? Get a coffee.”
“Coffee sounds amazing. Can I pitch an idea?”
“Sure.”
“Why don’t we just rent a hotel room, go make love, and go back home tonight, and not tell a soul?”
CJ’s jaw dropped. “Reginald O’Leary, what a scandalous thing to say. Wait, will there be coffee?”
“Absolutely.”
“Ah to heck with it. Let’s do it. Oh, there’s a Duane Reade! We can get what we need in there. Sign from the gods maybe?”
“I sure think so. God, I suddenly want you so bad.”
CJ smiled and squeezed Rocky’s hand as hard as he could. He hoped that Rocky couldn’t tell he was blushing and he just cheeks were just pink from the cold.

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by ccallenreese

This is the sequel to this. I’m not sure if the link will work for some because of Tumblr’s restrictions on adult content. The post is the one right before this one.

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Ronny got off the plane in Las Vegas Airport and made his way to the baggage terminal. It was chilly in here and he pulled the bathrobe around himself. People eyed him curiously. Sir hadn’t said if he was picking him up, but Ronny knew he’d be there. Problem was the baggage area was huge, long like a football field, with exits on both sides. Ronny wandered around, still feeling lost despite being home. He was tired of feeling lost. He wanted a hot meal and a hug.

He saw Angel before Angel saw him. Actually, many people were already looking at Angel. He had shown up to the airport in his leathers. “Holy shit,” Ronny murmured. His dick also noticed, but his heart was in control. He yearned to be in those strong arms. Ronny wove his way through the crowds and their luggage. Sir spotted him and began to move his way. Ronny wanted to run to him, but it wouldn’t be possible in this footwear. 

Angel walked up to Ronny and stood in front of him. Ronny was wearing a bathrobe from the airline’s first class lounge and an oversized pair of sandals from the lost & found. Angel raised an eyebrow and smiled. His boy looked ridiculous but he was here, and that’s what mattered. “Welcome home.”  He engulfed Ronny in a hug. Ronny melted against him. “Oh Sir I missed you! I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry about all of this.” He inhaled Angel’s scent of leather and beard oil and sandalwood as if he thought he’d never get to again.
“I am upset, but you followed all of my instructions, and you made it home. I’m proud of you for that.”
“You are?”
“Yes. But we still need to have a conversation about this. And you still need a spanking for scaring me like that and for the expense of getting you home. I had half a mind to spank you right in this airport, but I think my boy need a good meal and a shower first.”
“I’m starving, Sir. All I’ve eaten today is that gross sandwich I bought at the drug store and some crackers on the plane.” Ronny sniffled and wiped his nose on the bathrobe. “I want to go home.”
Angel kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back. He had hoped maybe Ronny would be up for a little public humiliation through discipline, maybe something sexy in the bathroom, but now clearly wasn’t the time. His boy needed aftercare.  “Alright sweetheart, let’s get you home. Oh, I wanted to give you this though.” He fished something out of his back pocket. Ronny held out his palm and a trinket was dropped into it. 
“It’s a keychain?” Ronny held it up. “Ronny. If lost, call this number, 702…. Sir is this a dog tag?” he said wryly.
Angel put a beefy arm around him and walked him out to the car. “It is, boy. It’s going on the collar I’m putting on you later. For now you put that on your wallet.”
“Or my dick piercing…”
Angel chuckled. “Maybe I should have gotten two.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Angel picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Oh Sir! You’re there”
“Ronny! Good, Christ are you ok? I’ve been so fucking worried about you.”
“I’m sorry Sir. I partied too hard last night. I passed out and woke up in someone’s house.”
“Did you get roofied?” Angel asked.
“No I don’t think so. Just drank a lot, did some drugs. My ass isn’t sore, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t have sex. Can you come get me? I don’t have a lot of change for this call.”
“Ok, so normal night, you just went a little too hard.”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
“I’m just glad you’re ok. But we’ll talk about you passing out later. Are you calling from a payphone?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Why didn’t you use the phone where you’re at?” Angel asked.
“Didn’t want to wake everyone. Besides I wanted to buy some Gatorade at this drug store,” Ronny explained.

Angel picked up his keys. “Where are you?”
“Well uh, I don’t know. It says I’m on Sunset Boulevard, but I don’t know where that is. I know where Sunset Road is, and this isn’t it. Nothing looks right.”
There’s a long pause. “Ronny I just looked at the number you called me from again. It says 323. That’s Los Angeles. Ronny. Are you in Los Angeles?”
Ronny felt a prickle of fear go down his back from the change in tone in Angel’s voice. It was that still tone Angel used when he was trying to control his emotion.
“Um. I don’t kn– excuse me? Excuse me. Am I in Los Angeles? Ok, thank you. She said I’m in LA, I’m in Hollywood Sir,” Ronny stammered.

“Ronny.”
“Y-yes Sir?”
“Where do we live?” Angel asked.
“Las Vegas, Sir.”
“Where did you start partying last night?”
“Las Vegas, Sir.”
Angel sighed. “So HOW are you in Los Angeles?”
“I don’t know Sir! I fell asleep, I think – I think some people said they were going to take me home, and I think I passed out. I think they thought I was from LA too!” Ronny wailed.
“Shh shh. It’s ok. I’m – we are definitely having a long conversation when you get home boy, but right now I need to worry about your safety.”
Please insert more change.
“Ah fuck, Sir, the call is going to disconnect.”
“Call me back from the drug store.”
“Yes Sir.”

A few moments later, the phone rang again. “Ronny?”
“Yes Sir. I don’t have long. I’m in a Speedo…the manager is not happy.”
Angel rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Ronny. Do you have your ID with you?”
“Uh yes Sir. I have my wallet, it was in the pocket of this bathrobe I woke up wearing.”
“Do you have your credit card.”
“….No. $10 and some change. I’m almost done, I swear! Just a minute!”
“Ronny. Listen to me, and listen to me good.”
“Y-Yes Sir.”
“Get me the address of where you are.”
Ronny fumbled around for a store sales flier and read out the address. 
“Good boy. Now stay there. I’m calling you a taxi. I want you to go to Burbank airport. I’m going to buy you a ticket to Vegas. Get on the plane.”
Ronny gasped. “I’m a Speedo Sir! And uh, I think my shoes are still by the pool in Vegas…”
There was a loud sigh. “Use your cash for food and drink. Then you get in that taxi, and to the airport, do you understand me? If the airport gives you shit about shoes, have them give you a pair of flip flops from lost & found.”
Ronny knew better than to argue with Sir. “Y-yes Sir. Understand Sir.”
“Good boy. You call me when you get to the airport OK?”
“Yes Sir.”

“Good boy. I just – don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Thank you Sir. I’m sorry for the stress.”
“I’m putting a collar and tracking tag on you when you get home. Or a micro-chip. Or something.”
“I deserve that Sir.”
“You do.” Angel agreed.
“Um, I have to go, the manager is yelling at me.”
“Taxi. Airport. Call me. Bye love.”
“Bye Sir.”

Ronny hung up the phone and scurried to buy something to eat.
Angel hung up and stared at the phone. He began to chuckle but soon it grew to a loud guffaw. He placed his hands over his barrel chest and laughed until there were tears in his eyes. “Oh my god, he’s in LA. I am never ever going to let him live this down! Man, I cannot wait to peel off that Speedo and spank that boy. I might just do it in the airport.”

Sequel here. It’s also the next post.

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Captions are fictional. In a fit of boredom, I was able to locate this picture as taken in front of the Hollywood Central Motel in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA. You can see the Motel sign behind the Hot Guy. The little white pillar with the globe on it behind him in left center is the Crossroads of the World Restaurant. The phone booth is no longer there as of 2007. I think the building he’s standing in front of is now a Rite Aid. 

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Taylor stopped making out with Derrick. “Woah.”
“W-what?” Derrick stammered.
Taylor pushed his hands down Derrick’s jeans and squeezed with both hands. “You’re not underwear.”
“Um. No. I’m not.” Derrick smiled.
“You haven’t been wearing underwear the whole time? Like during our whole date?”
“Nope. Left the house without em on.”
“Why?”
Derrick looked amused. “A reward for you to find if things went well on our date.”
Taylor worked his mouth once or twice. “Wow. That is so hot. And I – I am so hard right now, it’s incredible.”
Derrick grinned. “Where’s your bed?”
Taylor made a gesture to his left. “Can’t we just – right here?”
“Your knees are going to give out with what I’m going to do to you, so I want you on the bed.”
Taylor whimpered and he flushed. “I – um. I think I came a little.”
Derrick cupped Taylor between the legs. “You’re still hard. Fuck, that is so hot. Come on, show me where the bedroom is.”
“Yeah uh, right, right this way,” Taylor stammered.

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