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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Hey, HEY. Petri, don’t touch him. No. No he’s mine. Just because he used to be a whore doesn’t mean he still is. He belongs to me now, he isn’t group property. If you want someone, go mess with one of Anton’s boys.”
“Everyone is going to think he’s one of Anton’s boys.”
“Give it a week. Everyone knows if they touch him without my consent he’s going to tell me, and I’ll cut their dicks off. The boy is my pet, leave him be.”
Petri rolled his eyes. “If you parade such a pretty thing around here, people are going to assume he’s a whore. It’s dangerous.”
“He’s not a whore. He’s my pet. I’ll put a cute collar on him or something.”
Petri scoffed. “Like that will help. Where did you find him anyway?”
“A brothel.”
“Not a whore, huh?”
“Nope. A houseboy in a whore house, so to speak.”
“You found a houseboy in a whore house?” Petri shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Did it occur to you it may be because he’s not a very good house boy?”
“It’s because he got tricked into co-signing a loan someone else defaulted on. He’s actually a good houseboy. I mean, besides how good he is in bed. You know that pedo we killed last week? He got the blood out of my sweater.”
Petri looks at the young man. “Did he? You were rather upset about that sweater.”
“I was. Looks new. I have no idea how he did it. So I’m keeping him.”
Petri considers the boy. “Can he wash stuff for me?”
Vlad looks over his shoulder at the boy who nods. “Yeah. But he’s going to charge you.”
“Deal.”
Vlad chuckled. “Throw me a beer would you?”
“Have your houseboy do it!” Petri laughed.
Vlad snorted and flipped him off.

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by ccallenreese

gulistan-post:

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Herkese bir Pencere lazım, önünde oturup her şeyi Unutabileceği.

Zekai Özger…

Cinder took a seat near the window to darn socks in bright light. He worked often from sun up to sun down for his step family no matter the time of the year or weather; even at rest, he worked. Cinder had little money to go anywhere else. What money he did have, he often spent on books. Cinder gazed at the vibrant lake below and followed the shoreline around to the eastern side. He was looking for a man in a red coat amongst little blobs of white. Cinder spotted him on the hill side and smiled. Cinder did not wave, as the man could not see him this far away. Cinder had a feeling though he was looking his way anyway. He smiled as he began to work on the wool sock in his hand.

The window to his room would not be locked tonight. The door to his room would be.

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daddysboy223:

As we went back to the locker room during halftime, he pulled me into the storage closet and pinned me against the wall, grabbing me, and said, “Your sweet ass keeps distracting me on the field… so how about you give it up to me right now so I can get it out of my system. That way we’ll do so much better in the second half.”

Well, that needs no improvement.

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daddysboy223:

The level of control and dominance my stepbrother has over me is increasing day by day.

You came home from college for New Years and Christmas, and you were not pleased you finally had meet your new step-siblings. Why did your mom have to get remarried to a man who had kids? Her new husband had a son like a year older than you, and it annoyed you to suddenly have a step brother. A step brother who was more handsome, a better athlete, and a better student. And of course, he had a perfect girlfriend. Ugh. Brian annoyed you immediately.

Things took a really unexpected turn the day before Christmas. He sat down next to you on the sofa once and saw the Grindr app on your phone. You pulled your phone away, but Brian mouthed “Grindr huh?” at you, and you knew you were busted. Your mom you were gay, but why did your step family have to know? You busied yourself with getting a drink to hide how hard you were blushing. But who could blame you? You hadn’t gotten fucked in days, and being stuck in here with Brian was really really annoying. Mostly because he was annoying, but also because he was looking hotter every time you saw him in sunlight.

That evening, after everyone had gone to bed, there was a knock on your door. It was Brian. You told him to go away. He said you two needed to talk. Letting Brian in may have been a mistake – because he was in his underwear.  You asked him what that was about. Brian said he knew why you two were clashing so much, and he knew how you two could get along. And he pulled off his underwear. Christ, and he was also beautifully hung, cause of course he was.
“Wait what?” You sputtered. “You said you had a girlfriend!”
“Yeah,” Brian said. “I do. But fucking boys is a lot more fun.” And then he got on the bed. And on top of you.

So…it had gone on for the entirety of your trip home, him sneaking into your room after everyone had gone to bed. Brian was getting increasingly bold. Your need to be fucked and given release by a man was being held hostage by Brian, who saw he could claim you without competition pretty much whenever he wanted. He made a move for you in the mall bathroom. In a parking lot. In the car, while running an errand for his dad.  

You were beginning to think you’d never make it back to college without being caught! Every time you got away with having sex or fooling around, it felt like that would the last. Brian had big balls in more ways than one.

By the time you go back to Stanford, your roommates all had the same mentality, “Man, I can’t wait to get laid again. Being with my family over break gave me serious blue balls.”
You just groaned. “Different story with me, man. My new step brother sniffed me right out. He barely let me sleep!”
There wasn’t a ton of pity. Everyone agreed that any gay man worth his salt could sniff out the fact you were a rather needy bottom. Most of your mates just wanted to hear the details.

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piratetea:

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“Remy?” William called as he searched the ship. “Remy are you here?” William’s boots thudded audibly across the deck. “It’s so bizarre being on here with everyone off the ship… you think it’d be easier to find one person, but no. Reeeeeeeeeeeemy where are youuuu? Nope not near the cannons…thought he’d be here, he likes the view.” William made his way back to the upper deck, then across the boat to the Captain’s quarters. “Remy?”

“William?” a voice called back.
”Where are you?”
Remy opened the door to the Captain’s quarters. “In here.”
“There you are. What are you still doing on the boat? Everyone’s off already, I thought you fell into the sea walking down the ramp or something. Are you fetching something the Captain left?”
“No, I’m waiting for you to come find me.”
William raised an eyebrow. “Pardon? Don’t you want to be off the bloody ship? We got so much money to spend.”
Remy shrugged. “Most of it’s going in the bank anyway. But the one thing I want isn’t in town.” Remy tossed his hat on the table.
William raised an eyebrow. “I must reminder you to be frank with me. I didn’t become a pirate because I was a scholar at Oxford.”
Remy chuckled. “Well, Mr. William. Who is on this boat right now?”
“You and I.”
“Right. And who is going to hear us if we fuck?”
“Well there isn’t anyone… oh. Ohhh. William understands now.”
Remy laughed. “Do you?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
“And guess what? We can pick absolutely anywhere in the whole ship.”
William’s eyes went wide. “Even the Captain’s bed?” He pointed.
“Yes. Although…” Remy tapped his fingers together. “I’m not really sure how clean that is, maybe, we stick to the sofa.”
William winced. “Mmn it is a comfortable piece of furniture.”
“It really is.”
“And also, maybe…?” He gestured to the large map table.
Remy made a dramatic little gasp. “William you rapscallion.”
William grinned. “Have we got enough grease?”
“Just enough. Bottom of the container.” Remy patted his pocket.
William began to unbutton Remy’s shirt as he undid his own belt. “Did we go through that whole thing already? We just bought it in Barbados…”
“I’m afraid we have. We’ll have to buy it in bulk here. Although, actually, we should see if there’s a shop here that sells other stuff-”
William interrupted him with a kiss. “What other stuff?”
Remy undid his William’s pants. “Other things that can be fun in the bedroom. I’ve heard some rumors of things from those women we rescued last week.”
“I haven’t a clue of what you’re talking about.” William ran his palms over Remy’s chest. “And I’m more interested about this stuff right now. You, me, and …um. The furniture.”
Remy kissed him back. “Well let’s get to it. Lest someone comes looking for us. I will be most cross if we’re interrupted. I want you to take your time.”
William grabbed his ass with both hands. “We have time.”

In a bar in town:
“Has anyone noticed Remy and Will are missing?” Jeremiah asked.
“Duh, we all know they’re missing.” Samuel said.
“Why are they missing?” Jeremiah asked. “Do we need to be concerned?”
Samuel looked at the other lads around the table and everyone started laughing. Samuel ruffled his hair. “Jeremiah, one day when you’re old enough, we’ll explain it to you.”
Jeremiah crossed his arms. “I am old enough. I’m almost 12.”
Dennis leaned in. “Trust me, lad. You don’t want to know. It’s gross.”
“Are they cleaning the toilet on the ship?”
That just made everyone laugh again which made Jeremiah look even more confused. Samuel shook his head and smiled. “Drink your beer, Jeremiah. They’re fine.” He paused. “I just hope they’re not on my bunk.”

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“Uh, Brownie they’re doing it again. Why does your dad keep kissing my dad on the mouth? Does have a treat in there?”
“I dunno,” Brownie said. “When I take him on walks to meet other humans, he hugs some of them but never kisses them on the mouth or shares treats.”
Buddy titled his head. “I don’t get it.” 
“Me neither. You think it has to do with why you spend the night more and more?” Brownie asked.
“Maybe. Lately there’s been a lot of boxes at my house and dad’s been making a mess.” Buddy looked towards the corner. “They brought my bed over here this time too. I think I’m going to be spending the night more.”
Brownie harrumphed. “As long as you know it’s my territory.”
“I’m bigger!” Buddy persisted. 
“Doesn’t matter.”
Buddy sighed. He tilted his head to the other side. “Your dad is still kissing my dad. What is in his mouth?”
Brownie glanced around. “I dunno. But I think this the perfect time to try and shred that Christmas present under the tree that smells a lot like treats. They’re perfectly distracted. You go left, I go right. Then we meet in the backyard. Copy?”
“Copy!”

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Adam opened the door and gasped. “TJ, what are you doing here? You said you went to visit a relative for Christmas.”
“I fibbed a little, my grandma actually lives near us. I just um, wanted to surprise you and bring you Christmas spirit, even though it’s uh, in a week.” TJ pointed to the roof of his car.
Adam glanced at the direction and gasped. “You brought me a tree? 
“Yep. You sounded so bummed out and homesick that you couldn’t come home. I know you’ve had it hard being off at trade school, and I missed you. Sooo I’m bringing Christmas to you, even though you’re now 150 miles away.”
Adam sniffled. “Goddammit TJ. You have no idea happy this makes me. I really wanted to come home, but with my car, and work making me do holiday hours, I couldn’t; and I really wanted to do a tree and stuff, but the cost of it and the decorations, and everything with my car…” His chest fluttered and his eyes spilled over.
TJ wiped Adam’s tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie pulled around his fist. “Aw, Adam. There, there, it’s ok. I’ve missed you so much too. Being apart is hard. I wish we could go to school closer to each other.” TJ gave him a gentle kiss. 
“I missed you more,” Adam whispered, sounding pitiful and tired.
“Not possible. But we’re going to spend the day together setting this up. I collected a bunch of extra Christmas decorations and lights from everyone, and picked up some stuff from the dollar store. And I got you presents, and I brought you the presents from your parents.”
“Oh dear, I got you a little something, but that’s all…”
“That’s fine, Adam. Your face when I opened the door was good enough of a gift.”
Adam chuckled. “Did I look surprised?”
“You did. It was epic. Now let’s get this tree off my car. I have no idea how they got it on there and it’s like six feet tall.”
Adam shoved his feet into his shoes and followed TJ outside. There was four inches of snow on the ground but he didn’t feel the cold at all. There was a red hot furnace inside of him fueled by loved.

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The automatic timer went off just at the right second, which was good because a moment later James and Ryan were wrestling on the floor like children in their silly matching Christmas pajamas over who wanted the other to open their presents first. They eventually wore themselves out, and Ryan won the right to make James open his presents first. 

The presents didn’t really matter to Ryan after all. James was his gift, and always would be. Two years ago, Ryan was stuck at home on Christmas with a broken leg from a skiing incident. He ordered some groceries to be delivered, but when James arrived to drop them off, he noticed something was wrong. The pain pills Ryan were given were affecting his appetite and he hadn’t been eating well; his blood sugar levels were showing dangerous numbers. James called 911 and the medics got Ryan’s diabetes under control before taking him the hospital.

Ryan begged the delivery company to put him in contact with James and sent him flowers and a card. James visited him in the hospital. He’d even delivered more groceries. They’d kept in touch, and by spring, romance had blossomed. In Ryan’s opinion, he was given a second chance at life, and he was going to use it to love James and spoil him. James was his guardian angel after all. And that meant a lot of presents.

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diversityofmen:

Santa was surprised to receive an unexpected letter at the North Pole: “Dear Santa – I’m all grown up, but I never got to experience Christmas as a child. I have been a naughty young man this year, which means I was a good boy right? So wouldn’t you come visit me? You must miss adult company a lot. I live on a ranch and your reindeer can graze. And it’s cold, so it will feel like home.”

Santa couldn’t resist such a nice letter, and after his route was over, he made a special stop in Montana. Timothy was very much a nice boy with naughty ideas. It was a new way to relax after the busiest day of the year. Even though Santa fell asleep shortly after, he woke up late in the night with an empty stomach. Santa couldn’t help slipping out of bed in the middle of the night to grab a cookie. But the lights came on! Timothy caught him. “Oh Santa, are you leaving already?”

“No, Timmy, I’m just grabbing a snack, you gave me an appetite and I can’t resist cookies and milk. Did you bake these? They’re very good.”
“Yes Santa. Mama’s recipe. Oh dear, it seems my cat has been playing with the Christmas tree again! Ornaments everywhere!” Timmy bent over to return the ornaments to their branches and noticed some small boxes. “What are these?”
Santa smiled. “I left him some toys under the tree too.”
“Oh Santa, you really are the best! And look, you’re standing under the Mistletoe. I will thank you for your kindness with a kiss.” And he rewarded Santa with a kiss.
“Oh ho, it has been a Merry Christmas after all hasn’t it Timmy?”
“It really has! I’ll make you a sandwich, and let’s take it, the milk, and the cookies back to bed Santa. You must be very tired and my bed is very warm.”
Santa yawned. “How do you know what I want every time?”
“Ha! Maybe I’m a magical elf.”
Santa had a big belly laugh. “Oh ho! If all elves were like you Timmy, I wouldn’t be able to get ready for Christmas in time!”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Hey, Cas, are you alright?”
“Huh? Yeah, just tired.”
“I’m a little worried about you to be honest. You’ve been pushing yourself really hard lately in the pool. I get you want us to help win the competition, but it’s not worth your health being compromised.”
Cas sighs and sets his bottle down. He turns off the water. I hand him a towel. “I have been pushing myself, but my lap times aren’t getting that much better.”
“You’re wearing your body out. Give yourself time to rest. This isn’t the Olympics remember? Just a hobby swim league for gay dudes. The only thing we’re really competing for is dick size really.”

That makes Cas chuckle. “There is some truth to that.” He pulls off his Speedo and wrings it out. “How am I doing on that front?”
“Better than most,” I admit as I enjoy the view.  “Better than me. Although I’m going to chalk it up to the water being cool, ignoring the fact the water in the shower is warm.”
Cas gives me a half smile. He has put his Speedo on the hook and is finishing drying off. “I can see your bulge, I’m sure you got plenty to entertain someone in bed.”
“Aw Cas, that’s so sweet. See, this is why we need you around. You’re one of the nicest people on the team.”
“I appreciate you saying that Sean. No reason we all have to be catty to each other.” Cas puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “I don’t know why I’m pushing myself so hard latel. I still can’t see to outswim the feeling I’m getting older. I think I’m seeing my stagnating times as failure of my body.”

I immediately scoff. “No way. You’re in better shape than some 21 year old babies I know who survive off Starbucks and vaping and live at the gym. Seriously, your set times are fine. The race is a relay, we win as a team. And we want you on that team. Alive, ideally.”
“Thanks, Sean, I appreciate that. I like being on that team. Alive, that is. I just want to help us win.”  Cas rubs some lotion on his skin.
“You will.” I chew on lower lip. Do I go for it? I decide to go for it. “Hey, you got some time after this?”
“Yeah I got a free afternoon, what’s up?”
“Why don’t I take you out for a burger? I bet that rabbit diet you’re on is why you’re so tired, you need some real heavy calories.”
Cas pulls on some dry clothes. “My knee jerk reaction is to say no to that, because I’m scared an extra ounce will impact my times but – I’m starving. Like, I have been sort of noticing lately I am just constantly hungry. Maybe you’re right. Got a place in mind?”
I gasp so softly I’m not sure Cas even heard it. I clasp my hands together against my chest. “Um, yeah I do. I can drive, and drop you off here to pick up your car later?”
“That sounds fine to me.” Cas finishing buttoning his shirt and searches his bag for a comb to run through his hair. “We don’t really hang out much as team members outside practice do we?”
“We really don’t,” I say.
Cas’s stomach grumbles loudly and I giggle. “Come on, let’s go put some meat on your bones.”
Cas folds his towel in his hands. “Yeah yeah, but first. One thing.”
“Hm?”
He hooks an arm around my waist like a side hug, but adds a peck to my cheek. “I’m really glad you’re on my team, Sean. Thank you.”
I can feel my skin flush and the residual trace of warmth from his lips. “Ah-I’m, I’m glad we’ve met too.” Cas pets my hip twice and parts to go finish packing his bag. 
“Say, do they have milkshakes at this place?” he asks.
“Giant ones.”
“Awesome.”

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