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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Huh. I think these are Mark’s, and this pair is Donovan’s that he borrowed me from and never returned last year. So Mark wears the same brand of underwear as I do? What are the odds. I tossed them to the side and leaned back in the chair. Man that was one wild party last night. I think I slept with that guy sleeping on the pool raft. I still wonder what his name is? Actually I should go wake him up. The way the sun is moving he’s gonna get super burned. I stood up with a groan. Going back to bed was starting to sound like a good idea. “Hey…hey hot stuff.”
He didn’t move.
“Hey dude, you’re gonna get sunburned.”
He groaned and shifted on the raft.
I sighed. He was gonna fall in. I shucked off my underwear and walked into the pool. Bit chilly, but felt nice. I swam over to him on the raft. “Hey buddy, good morning.”
“MMhhnnnnnff,” he said.
“You fell asleep on the pool raft try not to fall off.”
He blinked at me blearily. “I did?”
“Yeah.”
He looked around. “Oh.”
“You’re gonna get sunburned, come back in the house.”
He considered me. “Hey are you the guy who fucked me last night?”
“Yep.”
He grinned. “Can I sleep in your bed instead?”
I resisted the urge to push him off the raft at his cheesiness, but he’d probably be mad at me and then I wouldn’t get laid again. “Sure thing. Let me show you where it is.”
The stranger slided off the raft into the pool. “Ee that’s chilly!”
“Aw, don’t tell me your dick has shrunk into uselessness,” I teased.
“Hey we don’t need my dick for sex. I should be asking about yours.”
“When we get upstairs you can tell me if it needs to be warmed up enough.” I smacked his butt as he got out of the pool.
“Ooo aren’t you frisky. Sounds good to me!” He yawned. I yawned too.

We dried off with a random towel and made it upstairs to my room, side-stepping men passed out on various pieces of furniture. I’d locked my bedroom door so the bed was empty. We didn’t have the energy for frantic sex. I just rolled on top of him, mounted that bouncy butt, and gave him a few good thrusts until we both came. Neither of us got up; we both fell asleep again, not waking up until the sun was properly in our eyes. And to my astonishment, his hand was already feeling up my cock. I began to wonder who I picked up last night and if he was related to the Energizer bunny.

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Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Man, I think my hair is already thinning. Ugh. I feel so gross. I’ve been eating like crap lately. I look half dead. I don’t think this guy is gonna want to put up with me tonight. Probably should just save myself spending all this money, and eat Mac n Cheese instead of expensive bar food and beer. Michael sighed. He walked past the slacks and cardigan he’d tossed on the bed, toward the nightstand, and unplugged his phone from the charging cable. There was a text message waiting for him:
“Hi Michael. I know it’s silly but like I’m so excited for our date tonight. Looking forward to meeting you in person 🙂 I’m heading out soon!”
Michael did not know what to make of that. It was so foreign to him. Aiden’s looking forward to meeting me? He’s excited? Like…why on Earth. Michael’s fingers floated over the keyboard on his screen, trying to figure out what to type. Eating Mac n Cheese in his underwear was going to be a much more dour affair if it was overshadowed by the fact that he’d broken a boy’s heart tonight by cancelling the date. Aiden was cute…and talking to him had been like the only nice thing about his day lately.
“You’re actually excited to meet me?” Michael typed.
“??? Yeah? I mean, I’ve been enjoying talking to you a lot. Like, I don’t want to emotionally dump on you right now, but I’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately and sometimes our conversations just light up my day.”
Michael bit his lip. His finger hovered again. “I kind of feel the same way. Everything sucks lately but talking to you.” He exhaled. Somehow it was just easier to write the truth instead of making up bullshit. “Listen, Aiden. I have to be honest. I’m just not really feeling like I want to be in a crowded, loud bar n grille right now. Do you want to just come over, we can make Mac n Cheese, and hang out? I have Mario Kart…Uno…we could watch a movie maybe?”

Michael watched the “…” appear on his screen to indicate Aiden was typing. Michael was not expecting to feel butterflies in his stomach. The text message came through.
”Omg are you psychic? I have been totally craving mac n cheese lately. I feel you about the crowded bar thing. I’m so worn out from work, hanging out in a quiet apartment sounds so much better. Btw have you ever made Mac n Cheese from scratch? I have the ingredients, it’s totally bomb.”
Michael didn’t realize he was smiling. “You can make it from scratch?? That’s possible?“
“Yeah! It’s not that hard. And super good. My apartment’s next to a deli, I’ll pick up some ham on the way so we can make a meal out of it.” A second message followed. “Also you better be careful about offering to play Mario Kart because I will destroy you.”

Michael sat on the bed and shot back a response. Before he realized it, ten minutes had passed of back-and-forth texting.
Another message from Aiden popped up. “Ok, I think I have everything. I’m gonna head out. I’ll text you when I get there. Looking forward to seeing you!”
“Looking forward to seeing you too.” Michael sent it and lowered his phone. Huh. He looked over at the clothes he laid out. He swapped his khakis for comfortable jeans, and his sweater for a band tee and a favorite zip-up hoodie. Seemed like a much better outfit for cooking mac n cheese from scratch.
Oh shit. Michael suddenly thought of all the dishes in the sink and bolted to the kitchen to get them done. It had to look somewhat decent in here. A cute boy was coming over, after all. 

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by ccallenreese

nhozyboy:

“Beautiful presentation. Ah, your jingle bell is hanging out…” I tuck it into his panties and then cup him in my hand. “Don’t want people to hear that in the subway, or in the office do we?”
Finn shakes his head.
I thumb the piercing in his cock where the jingle bell is attached. He struggles to stay still. I hear a little whimper. “My pretty boy. I can’t wait to hear you jingly around my house when you get home. My cute little kitten. Are my good little kitten?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
With my hand still cupping his heat, I pinch his chin in my fingers and kiss him deep. The hems of his jacket slip out of Finn’s hands.
“Ah Daddy don’t stop please – more kissing please.”
I press a teasing kiss to lips. “You want to go to work hard? You’re already starting to stiffen.”
“I don’t care, I just want you….”
I re-adjust my hands to cup Finn’s ass. I push the round globes together so the plug moves inside him, intimately. He gasps and rises up on his toes. “Daddy oh Can – can we have sex before work? I want you. We got time before work, right? Please?”
I nibble on his ear. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you? If you cum in your panties I won’t let you change…”
Finn swallows hard and his Adam’s apple bobs. It’s a decision he must think about. He is not allowed to stroke himself nor cum without permission, and I space them out with consideration. “Daddy please, I need you, it’s been hard to go to work with balls this full. Just everything’s so sensitive and rubbing against the lace…”
“Is that why you keep coming home with a wet tip?”
Finn shudders against me. “Y-yes daddy. I’m a very horny kitten lately.”
“You’re gonna be late for work. You’ll have to call a taxi.”
“I don’t care, Daddy please, fuck me, I want the release. I want you inside me!”

To not fuck him would be cruel – he’s straining in his panties. I can feel the heat against me, like I’m leaning against the oven. I kiss him. “Turn around baby.”
“Oh Daddy yes!” he gasps.
“Put your hands on the table.”
Finn does and his ass pops out immediately. His cheeks bulge and I bite my knuckle at the view. “Madre de dios!” Oh I wish there was time to spank him! But alas.

I dash to the bathroom to grab the lube. Finn is struggling not to touch himself.
“Don’t worry kitten, Daddy is back.”
“Fuck me please! Daddy please!”
I flip his jacket tails onto his back. I yank down his panties with two hands, and wiggle that plug out with a pop.
“Oh god,” Finn gasps. “Man handle me more Daddy! Fill me!” His hole is stretched and seeking to be filled. I struggle to unzip my jeans and hastily apply the lube. I grab him by the hips and fill him in one motion, making him squeal and shudder. “Whoa! Daddy!”
“Too fast?” I whisper.
“Ah, uh, no it’s ok. No, don’t stay still please, move please, fuck me hard!”
“Ah, I see, that’s the problem,” I chuff. I grab him by the waist and pound his ass. He sucks with keeping rhythm and I help us move together. He’s so lost in the fucking he needs, especially knowing I’m going to let him cum, that we’re still not syncing, just bouncing off eachother. So I change tactics. His cock is straining in its lace prison, and I wrap my hand around its prominence. By pushing against his pelvis, I can make us move together while also stimulating him by rubbing the fabric on his cock.
“Oh Daddy,” he moans. “Oh Daddy!” his voice goes up a pitch. I smile.
“You wanted to cum right?”
“Please Daddy yes please!” he sobs. His body is buzzing with hormones.
“Such a good kitten, Finn. My good kitten.” I rest my back against his and fuck him at a rough, unbroken pace until he’s gasping and keening and my palm is suddenly wet and warm.
“Oh god yes Sir fuck yes Sir, thank you, oh god thank you it feels so good,” he babbles.
I kiss the back of his neck. “You’re trembling all over, are you still cumming?”
A noise comes out of his throat. I stroke him with small movements of my fingers around his piercing until – “Sensitive!” he gasps. I stop, but still hold him. His shoulders heave as he takes in a whole breath. “Daddy I’m dizzy.”
“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep—breaths.” After a couple breaths, I can’t wait anymore. I give him one more thrust, pushing him up onto his tip toes, and finish inside. I grunt. “Oh yeah, that’s the heat I like!”
“Tha- that’s a big load!” Finn says almost to himself.
“Yes it is. That’s what you do to me.”
“I do that to you?”
“Yes kitten. Now hand me the plug.”
Finn fumbles for it on the table and hands it to me absentmindedly. My cock slides out and I push the plug right back in with a pop. Finn startles and yips again, back arching. “Ah! Ah that’s sensitive now back there!”
“Well you’ll need it or else my seed will run down your legs. Don’t want to stain your stockings do you?”
Finn moves around, adjusting to it. “No- no Daddy.”
“Or want it dripping out during your work day?”
“No Daddy!”
“You can take it out around lunch if it’s uncomfortable. But wear it as long as you can, Finn.”
He sighs. “Yes sir.”
“Turn around.”

Finn does on unsteady legs. He braces himself on the table. His eyes are still hazy, face pink. I ravish his lips again. “God I love you.”
Finn blinks at me slowly, lids fluttering. “Not as much as I love you Daddy. Fuck I love being late for work.”
I laugh. “Your boss probably doesn’t think like that.”
“He should get laid more.”
“Probably. Stay there.”

I stroll into the bathroom to put the lube back and get a damp towel. I clean myself up and tuck myself back in my pants as Finn watches. He reaches out to brush his fingers over my cock before it disappears back inside. I inspect the mess Finn has made next. His cock is softening and contained now, but there is still a lot of cum – on the table, on him. I clean the extra off his panties, and clean some streaks of lube from his ass and thighs. There’s still some cum in the fabric, which pleases me.
“Clean enough.”
“You’re serious about not letting me change!”
“I am. That was the deal. You’ll smell like me all day. A bit wet and a bit used. Which is how it should be, cause you are my kitten to use as I want.”
Finn bites his lip and gives me damp eyes as he nods vigorously. “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. I feel so amazing, thank you for fucking me before work and letting me cum.”
To my surprise he holds out his arms and I hug him in return. “It was my pleasure giving you pleasure.”
Finn embraces me and sighs. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go to work.”
“You have to. And you’re gonna be late. Get your slacks on, I’ll take you.”

“It’s the wrong way from where you have to go though.”
I shake my head. “It’s my fault you’re late. I’m not gonna get you in trouble at work. If I’m late to where I have to go, I’ll take the blame.”
“You’re so kind. Thank you Daddy,” Finn smiles. “I feel so spoiled. Ooo when I move I can feel the dampness in my panties. I’m glad I just came or I’d be hard again!”
“If you get hard today, text me. I wanna hear what caused it.”
Finn groans as he puts on his slacks.. “Are you ever turned like, off?”
“As long as my sexy little kitten exists? No.”
Finn tries to suppress a smile of satisfaction. I’m his as much as he is mine, and he knows it.

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by ccallenreese

“Wow.”
“Wow…what?” Ari sat back on his knees.
“Most of the men I’m sent to sleep with don’t kiss me like that.”
“Like how? Bad? Good?”
“Good,” Daniel insisted. “It was nice. Deep.” He smiled.
“Oh.” Ari messed with his tie. “I just was wanting to do that, but I can’t during sex cause you face the other way.”
“Yeah that’s usually why there isn’t a lot of kissing. Everyone flips me around and gets down to business.”
Ari stroked Daniel’s thigh. “You can sleep here as long as you want. Check out is at 11. Order some room service on my tab ok?”
Daniel smiled. “Wow a good kisser and generous? I got lucky with this one.”
Ari did blush a little this time. He let his eyes roam on Daniel’s torso; they lingered on his hip and Ari reached out to graze the little tattoo with his fingers. “Daniel are you like…safe, with these people who send you to me?”

Daniel looked surprised. “Safe how?”
“Like…they have you marked like a cow.”
“Oh.” Daniel looked uncomfortable. “I can get that removed one day. But like, Ari, trust me, you don’t want to talk about this.”
“I…don’t?”
“No. Because in my life, this is the good outcome.“
Ari didn’t know what to say. He glanced down at the bed. He suddenly felt ashamed of the privilege in his life, the private schools he hated going to, the business schools he went to on his parents money, the brokerage firms that paid him huge salaries….
“Hey,” Daniel said firmly. “Look at me.”
Ari raised his head.
“Don’t pity me. And don’t feel guilty? Ok? I’m alright with how this all turning out. I’m housed, I’m fed, I get medical care. I got plans. I got savings. And I get laid regularly by some of the richest men in New York. I get to keep all the presents I get, you know? It does have its perks. Like nice boys like you who are sweet in bed, and offer me room service.”
Ari smiled. “I’ve been wanting to get you a gift for a while, I just didn’t know if I should.”
“Room service is a gift! The guys who send me here monitor how much carbs I eat. I’m guessing this hotel has waffles. And man do I want waffles.”
Ari chuckled. “Alright. No pity. No guilt. I’ll call you again soon. Lord knows I need the human contact from someone other than bankers.”
“Definitely not a banker.”

Ari leaned in for one more kiss. He slid his hand under the sheet for an opportunistic squeeze. “I’ll see you soon.” He reluctantly got off the bed, grabbed his briefcase, and left the hotel room. Daniel knew Ari was going back to his apartment – took risky to be seen leaving a hotel in the morning. This late at night it could be passed off for drinks or a client meeting. Daniel hoped Ari got to eat waffles this morning. Seriously, was there anything better for breakfast? Better than waking up to a cock in your ass like the guy last week, that was for sure.

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by ccallenreese

Jamie woke up smiling. How could he not, at the memory that a man had taken his ass last night? He’d seen Stephen at the bar once or twice, but neither had made a move. By some magic, Stephen caught his gaze last night and understood the desperate lustful longing in Jamie’s eyes. Stephen then downed his drink and pushed away from the bar with the mannerism of a man who knew there was work to be done and be best get to it.
A songbird tweeted in the tree outside. Jamie couldn’t believe how amazing he felt. He had really needed to be manhandled and tossed onto a bed and taken hard enough to leave rug burns from the comforter on his knees. It was the best stress relief. The best cleanse. The best exercise. And Stephen had given it to him with hardly any words being exchanged at all. What a considerate man.

Jamie snuggled against Stephen’s pillowy pecs. He thought that there really should be a name for this post-sex euphoria. The ‘afterglow’ was when the orgasm ebbed out, sure; but there really needed to be a name for the morning after, when you wake up feeling totally satisfied and comfortable after being laid the night before. Jamie felt like a cat in a sunbeam right now. Like melted butter. Butter mode? Or something… man Stephen smelled good. Jamie wondered if Stephen would like a blow job this morning. It’d be greedy to want to see that cock before breakfast… maybe after. But Jamie definitely wanted to see it again. 

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Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Why are you so happy?” I ask. I was not a morning person and thus there was no reason to be happy unless it was after noon.
“It’s finally fall. Finally chilly enough to wear this sweater. I got some nice coffee, my wool socks on, and I’m so comfy. The apples are coming into season at the Farmer’s Market, the leaves are turning red…I just really like fall.”
“If you’re so cozy where are your pants?”
“It’s not cool enough for pants and a sweater yet,” he sighs. “Something had to give.”
I chuckle and pull the eggs out of the fridge. “You poor baby. I’m gonna ignore fall is coming and pretend it’s summer for as long as I can. I hate being cold.”
“Yeah but, think of how much better the sex will be. No over heating. Less sweat. We can get all snuggly under the sheets and enjoy the afterglow without dying of dehydration.”
I set a pan on the stove. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Yeah. Fall is the best. You’ll see.” He sipped his coffee.
“So are you going to let me know when it’s cold enough to sex?”
I’m cracking eggs into a bowl, but I can feel his eyes on me across the room.
“You want to get a wall thermometer or something?” I add.
“According to the calendar, fall is here.” He says. “We could have sex right now.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I mean are you sure it’s cold enough? You said it’s not even cold enough for pants. I think we need to wait.”
He sets his coffee on the counter and slides off. “If we take our clothes off we’ll be cold. That’s good enough.”
“Nope, I think we gotta wait!”
He groans. “Goddammit don’t make me beg!”
That makes me laugh. I wash my hands. “Ok, fine. We got some time to kill this morning. But we can’t dally – days are shorter now. And we gotta go to the Farmer’s Market to buy apples and pumpkins apparently.”
“Goddammit Tanner. Bedroom. Right now. Come on.”
I can’t help but laugh at how annoyed he is. “Alright I’m coming. But if the lube smells like a cinnamon broom, I’m breaking up with you.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Derrick can’t help but watch. If they didn’t want him to watch, Royce would have taken Nathaniel back inside. Derrick thought Royce had good technique. Nate was positioned squarely over his lap, on his tip toes, butt high in the air. No doubt Royce had Nathaniel’s cock trapped between his solid thighs. Each smack of Royce’s hand on that round bare ass was firm and hit the same spot, the bounciest part of those cheeks, over and over. Nathaniel began to squirm and his cries of protest grew with each smack. Derrick didn’t envy him. Nathaniel had burned the first round of meat on the grill because he was distracted on his phone, so it was an appropriate punishment.

Royce was counting to himself. Nathaniel began to tremble with each strike as the spanking continued on. “Two more now, boy. Two. One.” Nathaniel keened and twisted in Royce’s lap. “Good boy.” Royce caressed those plump cheeks.
“I’m sorry Sir!” Nathaniel said.
“I’m pleased to hear it boy. Finish yourself off now.”
Derrick wondered what Royce meant by that. Then he saw Nathaniel dig his toes into the ground and work his hips up and down. Derrick got it. Royce wanted to Nathaniel to cum between his thighs. That was spicy. Derrick licked his lips. He could see the pink glow of that freshly spanked ass and the bubblegum pink of Nathaniel’s balls between his legs. Nathaniel was awkwardly humping Royce’s lap as fast as he could. Derrick bit his lip, unable to look away. Nathaniel shuddered. There was an audible moan and the boy went limp.

Derrick was starting to get stiff and wished it had gone on longer cause he could have easily masturbated to that. Derrick watched Royce help Nathaniel to his feet. Royce stood up too and hugged him with those big bear arms, despite the mess between his thighs. They rocked as they embraced, Royce whispering things into Nathaniel’s ear. Ok, that was pretty sweet. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

They walked into the house together, Royce’s arm around Nathaniel. Royce needed to clean up. Nathaniel needed some some cooling salve. When they came out, Nathaniel had the rest of the uncooked meat on a plate in his hands, but his phone wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Derrick put his sunglasses back on and went back to sunbathing. He tucked that pretty scene into his spank bank for later. Real life was always better than porn.

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Captions are fictional. I seriously don’t know why all these Speedo esque pictures are showing up on my dashboard suddenly, but they make for some good captions…

by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Bwuh?” JP rubbed his face. “Where – where am I? Who are you?”
Chris turned. “Oh hey you’re up! I thought you’d sleep through the night. You passed out at the festival. You seemed to be alone so I brought you home.”
JP stared at him. “Is that why I still feel drunk?”
“Yep.”
”Where’s my phone?”
”Charging.” Chris gestured.
JP blinked slowly. “Who are you?”
Chris pouted a little. “You don’t remember? We were grinding together on the dance floor for like an hour. My name’s Chris. I was wearing bunny ears.”
“I remember bass music that wouldn’t quit. And I remember a very hot guy with an ass that wouldn’t quit and wanting to be alone with him,” JP slurred.
“Oh you do remember me then!” Chris winked. “Bravo. Here let me get you some water. And an aspirin. You need to sleep this off.”
“I …uh, I should go home..” JP tried to get off the sofa and fell off immediately with a thud. “Ow.”
Chris shook his head. “Honey you can’t stand up. Here.” He helped JP back onto the sofa. He was heavy and strong. “Oof, ok big boy.”
JP splayed out on the pillows. “My hero.” He smiled.
Chris tried not to flush. “Just helpin out a fellow raver. Stay there, I’mma go get you water.”
JP just waved at him. The room was spinning. He watched Chris walk out of the room. That ass was like hypnotizing him. He was drifting off when Chris came back.
“Pedialyte. Aspirin.”
JP took them immediately. “I’m gonna go to sleep now. You’ll be here in the morning?”
“Yes sweetheart, I live here.”
“Good.”
Chris waited a moment. JP was staring at him. “Anything else?”
JP smiled. “You’re pretty. And I do like your ass.” And then he rolled over and went to sleep.
Chris blushed again. “Well. What a nice piece of dead weight you are.” Chris hoped JP would remember everything in the morning. His life would feel unfinished if they never got to fuck.

JP’s phone chimed. Chris went to look at it. There was another message from JP’s roommate Laura. “Is he doing ok still?”
Chris unplugged the phone and carefully used JP’s thumb to unlock it. He responded. “Yep. He woke up for a moment, so I gave him some electrolytes and an aspirin. I don’t think he’s gonna puke. Just needs to sleep it off.”
“Awesome. I’m going to bed now, but you can call if you need to. Thanks beautiful stranger!”
Chris smiled. “You’re welcome. Sweet you care about your roomie.” When Chris had plugged in the dead phone earlier, he’d found Laura’s panicked texts about how JP hadn’t come home after the dance festival ended.
“Of course. JP just went through a bad break up and this festival was supposed to be him celebrating being single, so I’m lookin’ out for him.”
“Oh he celebrated all right!” Chris responded.
Laura texted back: “LOL he sure did. Ok thanks, sleep well, good night~”
Chris wrote back a ‘good night’ message and put the phone back on the charger. He glanced at the hunk sleeping on his sofa in flamingo-printed shorts and digested this new information.

JP was single, gay, cute, and clearly hadn’t been laid in a while. Oh the odds were so very good that he’d get laid tomorrow morning. Chris liked those odds a lot. He did a little dance as he went to his room.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Angel leaned his head against the wall. He’d snuck off for a moment to catch his breath. The afternoon had peaked and sun was on its way down, which meant the heat of the day had finally broken. Angel loved when Sir threw pool parties and being a perfect host, but he was worn out! So many men to check on, cocks to stroke, so many drinks to refill, trash to empty, and snacks to refresh that he hadn’t even been in the pool. Of course, everyone had their hands all over him and his ass, which normally Angel loved. He was an attention whore, and he knew it. But this experiment with staying locked in chastity longer wasn’t working, and he just felt frustrated and sore and sweaty in the most uncomfortable way. He’d have to talk to Sir about it after everyone left.

Angel heard footsteps and raised his head. “Ah, Sir.” He stood in first position, hands behind his back.
“At ease love. What are you doing over here?”
“Taking a breather Sir.”
“Are you alright? Here drink this, I made you a drink with some of that electrolyte powder you keep for club nights.”
Angel looked relieved. “Thank you so much Sir.” He took it and sipped it. “Oh I needed this.”
Master Dameon looked pleased. A smile pushed his mustache up and crinkled the fine lines around his eyes. “Here. Let’s go inside where it’s cool and you can sit down. You’ve worked really hard today. I’m proud of you.” Master Dameon put an arm around Angel and walked him through the side door into the house.
Angel blushed. “I wanted to make you proud Sir.”
“You did great. All the guys rave about you.”
Angel turned red. “I’m flattered, Sir. It’s because you trained me well.”
“Don’t give me all the credit, I couldn’t do anything without your natural talents and extroverted personality. How is your chastity device feeling?”
“Sore. It’s not working, Sir,” Angel admitted softly. He sipped and set the glass down on the kitchen counter. “I think I’ve been in too long. I know we were a little bored with our previous schedule, but this change isn’t working. I feel so uncomfortable and full. Just achy.”
Sir cupped Angel’s face in both hands, forcing Angel to look at him. “Thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable. Do you need to be unlocked now? Or can you wait until everyone leaves and I can spoil you with some release?”
Angel perked up. “Oh, I’d like to be spoiled Sir.”
Master Dameon kissed him. “Then you’ll be spoiled. Sit here for a few minutes and finish drinking the electrolytes. I’ll finish up the party, you can either stay in here or have a dip in the pool.”
“Thank you Sir.” They exchanged another kiss.

Master Dameon walked outside to check on his guests. Two of them were making out on one of his chaise lounge chairs. The others were hanging out in chairs in the shade, some watching them, some talking amongst themselves and snacking on things. One named Adam came up to Dameon.
“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have some stains to get out of that lounge chair.”
Dameon glanced at the couple. “Well. They’ve had some tension for a while, so it’s nice they’ve cut through that. Angel or I can power wash it later.”
Adam nodded. “Where did Angel get off too? Is he ok?”
“Yeah he just needed a break. He was a bit dehydrated.”
“He was working hard today. Like a hummingbird.”
Dameon stroked his moustache. “He loves parties, but sometimes he forgets to check on himself. So I check on him.”
Adam nibbled on a chip. “You know, we were talkin’ about how your ability to know what’s going on with Angel is uncanny. It’s like you have a psychic connection with him.”
It was Dameon’s turn to blush. “He shows his feelings easily.”
“No, you two just have a bond. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“Thank you Adam. That means a lot.”
“It’s true. You can tell, because you have him strutting out wearing basically string with that gorgeous body on display, but there’s no question he’s not up for grabs.”

As if on cue, Angel walked out of the kitchen. Dameon and Adam looked up at the beautiful sight of a tanned young man wearing only a shiny metal sleeve around his shaft. His balls were full and pink. Angel threw his speedo at Dameon that was balled up in his hand. Dameon caught it. Angel smirked and dove into the pool.
“Woah,” Adam muttered. “That is a power bottom.”
Dameon took a minute to speak and watched Angel do laps. “I am going to do very dirty things to him as soon as everyone leaves,” he said in a low voice.
Adam chuckled. “Well, I guess we should leave.” They were interrupted by a keen from the other side of the pool where the couple making out had been rocking together. Adam raised a finger. “Ok now, the party is over.”

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Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Marshal was starving when he came home. It was almost 2 am at this point and he really wanted to sleep, but his grumbling stomach came first. He winced in discomfort as he bent over to untie his work boots. The stage load-out for that show had been a bitch. Too much truss. Too many over-sized cases. Why did a band playing a venue that size need so many goddamn risers anyway? Gross. Marshal knew his whole body was gonna ache tomorrow. It was a good ache, considering he hadn’t worked a real concert in 18 months due to the Covid-related shut downs, but it was going to take time to get used to the physical labor again.

Marshal shuffled into the kitchen and set his bag on the bar counter. The light over the stove had been left on. Marshal pulled a glass out of the cabinet, and when he went to open the fridge he noticed the note on the handle:
Hey love, figured you’d be hungry. I made some cold ice tea for you, and you have a choice of ramen, a sandwich, or a frozen meal. Sleep well <3 J

“Awwww,” Marshal cooed. He smiled and put the note in his pocket. Inside he fridge he found a picture-perfect ham sandwich saran-wrapped on a plate. Marshal took it out. He turned back to the fridge to pour himself a glass of iced tea. It was only when he went to put the iced tea back in, did he realize something was slightly off. He stared at the fridge and waited for his sleep deprived brain to catch up.

The bento box wasn’t there. Jaime always put his lunch in this special tupperware he used and it always sat in the upper left hand corner of the fridge. Why had he not packed a lunch? Marshal furrowed his brow. Whatever the reason, he decided to return the favor by packing Jaime lunch.

His plans were thwarted upon opening the fridge drawer containing sandwich stuff. It was empty besides a half opened package of sliced cheese. They’d forgotten to get more deli meat when shopping yesterday. Marshal groaned. “Ah crap,” he muttered. He glanced at the sandwich on the counter and had a revelation. Jaime had used the last of the ham for him. The realization made Marshal’s heart feel warm and full. Such a sweet man, his Jaime.

Even though Marshal’s body was begging for rest, he had to set this right. Jaime was really trying to eat out less so he could lose weight, and Marshal didn’t want him to break the streak at work. So Marshal popped a frozen meal into the microwave and set out to make Jaime his lunch.
He found the bento box thing in the drying rack of the dishwasher. In it went the perfect sandwich, some grapes, and some of that bean salad they’d taken home from their friends pool party. He also whipped out the cutting board to chop up some celery sticks which he dumped into another little container, along with peanut butter. The bento box went into the fridge, where it belonged, with the celery container on top.
Marshal also positioned its carrier bag on the counter and added some pretzels and two cookies from the jar.

The only thing missing now was a note. Marshal stirred up the half-defrosted frozen meal and shoved it back into the microwave as he thought about what to write for a moment. His eyelids were struggling to stay open and poetry wasn’t his strong suit. So, Marshall simply wrote: I love you, you can hit your weight goal for sure <3 -M, and stuck it to the carrier bag.

Marshal shoveled the warm meal into his face, drank the whole glass of iced tea in one go, and stumbled to bed. The shower would have to come tomorrow. He was crashing. Marshal slid between the sheets and adhered himself to Jaime’s back. Jaime made a soft noise  Marshal nuzzled the back of his neck and fell asleep in less than a minute.

When Marshal awoke the next morning, he was alone in bed. It was inevitable, but a bit lonely. His emotions were buoyed by a new note waiting for him the kitchen: Oh my god, you’re so sweet, I actually kind of cried a little. This lunch looks amazing. Thank you so much. Love you so much too. Can’t wait until I get off to work tonight and I can see you. Let’s fuck <3″

Marshal laughed. Jaime had a way of making the most vulgar thoughts sounds adorable. And Jaime was not a shy man. Jaime liked his sex. Marshal was pretty smug that he was the one Jaime picked to receive it.
Marshal decided a run to the grocery store was going to be a priority today. He made a mental note to make sure they had enough lube and condoms before he went out. Lord knows they didn’t want to open that drawer and find it empty tonight! Not like they could use sliced cheese instead!

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Captions are fictional.