Ryan stood under the cold spray of the outdoor shower and thought. The shock of the water temperature on this summer day mixed with the post-nut clarity lead him to feeling ashamed of himself. Ryan, seriously – you let the farrier fuck you? That guy? He’s old enough to be your dad almost. And he’s not even that hot. That was a bit slutty of you. You don’t need to be laid that badly do you? Ryan ran his hands over his face. Do I? It was two weeks since the last one, when I hooked up with that Grindr guy passing through town. Usually I can last a month. Maybe it’s cause it’s hot and everyone’s shirtless. Ryan was not convincing himself. Mostly because it felt pretty good to get laid, and Ryan knew he needed more of it. He could not deny that.
Ryan turned off the water and shook off the droplets. It would be another six weeks before the farrier came back to the ranch. Is this going to become a steady thing? Ryan wondered. He liked the idea of having a steady fuck, even if it was the farrier. Six weeks was still a long time to be considered “steady” in most places, but out here in the middle of nowhere that was still considered pretty lucky.
Ryan sighed and toweled off his muscles. God, if he could get laid once a week – maybe twice a week! – that would be heaven.Ryan glanced up and realized his horse Marcy was staring at him on the other side of the fence. She’d not seen him naked before. Ryan pointed a finger at her. “Don’t get any ideas. Also, can you go find me a prince? Thanks.” She snorted and walked off. Ryan sighed. He needed a man. In the old days you could just place an ad in the paper for a “country husband”. “Country slut needs gay ranchhand” would not work. Ryan was gonna have to get creative. Now he’d been freshly fucked, all he was gonna think about for a while was getting his next dick. This was a problem that could not be solved by a trip to the feed store.
There was a noticeable absence of people on the street, and Hatsuo thought his geta sandals sounded much louder than normal. He was returning from sending his father off to sea. The sun was up, but the sky was still grey. The sharp chill in the night air was holding out until late morning now, and it was undeniable that winter was on its way. It had rained over night too. Hatsuo suspected everyone was still in bed, huddled in their warm futons. Once Hatsuo was awake he wanted to be out of bed at once. There were things to do. Fish to catch. A house to run. He’d inherited it from his father.
Hatsuo turned the corner onto a narrower alley and slowed. He planted his feet firmly so the geta echo’ed between the wooden houses huddled over the cobblestones. His ears perked up at the sound of a wooden door sliding. “Hatsuo-san, ohayo gozaimasu.” Hatsuo felt his heart speed up. “Ohayo gozaimasu, Ryo.” For such a beautiful man, Ryo was such a mess in the morning. His hair was barely combed, and barely contained in a messy dark knot. Eyelids were still heavy and his slim face had an impression of the fabric on one side. “It’s chilly this morning. Please come try this tea that’s freshly roasted.” Ryo yawned. Hatsuo tried not to blush. Ryo had such a sultry voice and it gave him goosebumps. “I’d like tea, thank you.”
Ryo pushed the sliding bamboo door open and Hatsuo went inside. Ryo’s family ran this tea house and he lived in the small apartment on top of it. The rest of his family lived closer to their warehouse down near their port. Hatsuo removed his wooden shoes.
Hatsuo sat at a table of the closed restaurant and waited for Ryo to bring out two cups and the teapot. They sipped bancha together and talked about the winter, about the tea crop this year, about the currents that brought fish, and reports of snow further north already. The tea worked its way down Hatsuo’s limbs, flushing out the cold.
When the pot was empty, Hatsuo set his cup down. “Thank you very much.” “It’s my pleasure.” Ryo bowed his head but made no motion to clear the table. Instead he looked at Hatsuo and rubbed the back of his neck. They were both listening. Someone was sweeping in the distance. But everyone was staying in bed a little longer today. “Hatsuo-san?” “Hm?” Hatsuo replied. “Do you have a little extra time this morning?” “I do.” Hatsou tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. Ryo looked please. He stood up and held open the curtain that lead to the staircase to the upper apartment. “After you.” Hatsuo bit his lip to try and his smile. He bowed his head. “Thank you.” He left the restaurant and went up the steep stairs. Ryo’s heavy footsteps were right behind his.
Ryo reached for the sash holding Hatsuo’s yukata robe in place before they were at the top. Once Hatsuo reached the landing, he turned and helped him undo it. The yukata fell to the floor. Ryo cupped Hatsuo’s cheek and kissed warm lips. Ryo made a soft noise of longing. “You’re the only reason to get out of bed this morning….” Hatsuo wiggled his hands into Ryo’s robe and stole another kiss. “You mean, get back into bed?” Ryo chuckled. “That’s more accurate to say isn’t it?” He sat on the futon and pulled Hatuso on top of him. Hatsuo helped Ryo out of his clothes. It was suddenly too warm to wear them.
Vic gazed out the window. He glanced at the cash in his hand again. Dan had paid him 20% less and hid the smaller bills in the larger one. “Hmmm. Yeah. I’m going to blackmail him ” Vic snapped a photo out the window with his phone that showed Dan in profile and saved the condom from the trash. “He’s the band’s tour manager…this has to pay well.” Vic felt conflicted though. He loved the Death Arrows – hell he’d driven 3 hours to see their show- and knew that negative PR would impact them. But if that guy was undercutting him, what was he doing to the Death Arrows? Vic wondered.
It had been a fortuitous coincidence to run into Dan at that bar near the venue. Vic recognized him from the band’s Instagram photos. Now Vic was also wondering if Dan was there just to pick up fans… gross. The guy did ask Vic how old he was. Well, Vic thought, at least I got some money out of itat least. Paid for gas and some of his hotel room.
It took Vic a couple minutes to find who managed the Death Arrows, and to locate a phone number for their office. Vic glanced at his watch. Check out time was soon. No rush. He went to take a shower. He’d grab some lunch and place the call before his drive home. He’d spend the shower imagining what to say. Before he got into the spray, Vic snapped a selfie in the bathroom showing his back in the foggy mirror; his round ass cheeks were peeking over the counter.
Vic opened Twitter. “Went to see the Death Arrows, got picked up last night after the show by a tour guy who ripped me off! Been a fun adventure Tacoma. Oh so much fun.” Vic posted it and smirked. Now the stage was set. What was a good Death Arrows lyric for this situation? Hm. Oh yes. “Sometimes it’s little bit fun to be a little bit bad.”
“This is so strange! The air is freezing but the water is warm. Look at me, I’m shirtless!” Alexei set his vodka tonic on the edge of the hot tub. “You are shirtless, and I am looking. You’ve never been in a hot tub before?” “Not when it’s this cold out. I would have never thought to do it in winter. And we don’t have like, real winter in Texas. Not like Colorado.“ Donovan turned around to gaze at the snow-covered manor. “This is so much better than Waco.” “I’m glad you took my offer to join me on my holiday. I didn’t think you would.” Donovan stood in front of Alexei and fiddled with the bracelet Alexei gifted him. “Well you’re not like one of my normal clients… “I’m not?” Alexei can’t hide his surprise. “No. You talk to me like a normal person, and you gave me such good advice about that guy I was dating. Like, I can tell you see me as a person and not just a piece of ass, I guess?” Alexei put his hands on Donovan’s hips and ran his thumbs along the lines of his iliac crests. “It gets boring if you just care about the ass or the cock or whatever. The human element is what makes relationships fun. And you’re very interesting to me.” “I am?” “Yes. All my friends are old Russian guys, European guys, American guys… all they care about is their stock portfolios, dividends investments, etc. So boring! They tell me they fucked some hot model in Milan and can’t even remember their name or their hair color, and then back to the investments. So boring. I like hearing about your life, university studies, boyfriends… your cooking attempts. Your misadventures as a cam boy.” Donovan chuckled. He guided Alexei’s hands to the back, giving him permission to cup his ass. “You’re the only one I can really talk to about those misadventures. No one else knows.” “Really? Donovan, sweetheart, you need to tell someone besides me. For safety.” Donovan scoffed. “Safety? Alexei, honey, I’m not worried. You know how loud I can scream.”
Alexei laughed. He took a sip of his drink and returned to massaging Donovan’s ass. “You must be cold. Here, sit on my lap.” Donovan happily did. “ooo much better. Are my lips cold? Alexei smirked. He began to kiss Donovan, enjoying the chill of his skin and the warmth underneath. “Mn, a little bit, but still nice…” Donovan groaned softly. He pressed his palms to Alexei’s pectorals and fanned his hands out. “God it’s nice to be kissed for once…”
Alexei had a hard time pulling his lips away from Donovan’s jaw. “What? Your boyfriends don’t kiss you?” “Well when I have them. And sometimes the timing is all wrong. Like sometimes I get myself so horny on camera, I just suddenly want a guy to fuck me, but like a dildo isn’t the same thing as a real cock.
The downside of camming is that sometimes when you want that intimate touch you go with out.” Donovan pouted. “It’s really the only downside.” Alexei ran his thumb over his lower lip. “Do you not have Grindr?” “I do but…Baylor is a Christian university. In Texas. Not a lot of uh, options, and sometimes it can be a lot of work just to find someone compatible to fuck you.” “Hmmm. It is like that in Russia. It can be a bit dangerous.” Donovan drew a circle on Alexei’s chest. “It was nice last night, to have fun like that. I guess it’s time to confess I jerked off once to imagining you inside me. You have such a great cock Alexei. I was really happy when you invited me here. I hoped we had the same ideas…” Alexei groaned. He muttered some curse words in Russian. “Donovan, you are going to give this boring old man a heart attack from all my blood rushing south.” “You’re not old,” Donovan giggled. “I’m almost twice your age.” “You fuck like someone my age though.” Donovan grinned. “Russian stamina,” Alexei bragged. “We can’t uh, do stuff in a hot tub can we?” Donovan tugged at the waistband of Alexei’s speedo. Alexei sighed. “No, heat and cum is a bad mix.” “Oh right…” “Why don’t we head inside? You’re not supposed to stay too long in a hot tub anyway. I need another drink and you need a good fucking.” “I do don’t I?” “You do. I’m going to send you back to Waco with a lot of new material to jerk off too.” “God don’t mention Waco right now,” Donovan groaned. “It’s going to be so hard to be back there after this.”
Alexei helped Donovan out of the hot tub and into a towel. “I’ll guess we’ll have to make this a regular thing.” Donovan was so stunned it took him a moment to process that he was standing in snow and his feet were freezing.
I dress and watch him. He’s stretching, enjoying the sun on his skin. We’re a little late this morning. We had some quick sex before a shower. He’s glowing and energetic. Ready to face his work – letting the chickens out, gathering eggs, feeding the horse, and getting the newspaper. He’ll make breakfast. I’ll make the bed, put in laundry, make tea, and we’ll eat together. Then I’ll head into my office in the backyard to work, he’ll go into his ceramics studio, and we’ll regroup for a game of badminton before lunch.
He finishes his stretches and moves to head out. “Reggie?” I say, catching him mid-step. “Yessir?” “Are you happy here? I mean, do you miss the city at all? Your previous lifestyle?” Reginald raises an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?” “Cause like you make me so happy I feel sick sometimes, and I just can’t help but feel a bit guilty my happiness may come at expense of your own.” Reginald smiles. “It doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with you, Sir.” A lump forms in my throat. “But you have to miss things a little bit…” Reggie thinks. “I miss take out. And I miss the convenience of popping to the store for things. And the clubs. But then I remember I have my own horse, and I can walk around naked without the neighbors complaining, and I’m eating veg from my garden. I can always go to the clubs on a city visit, like we did last month-” he points at me. I nod. “But at the end, I like coming home here. To our home.” “Ah. Well that’s good.” I manage to choke that out around the growing lump. “Just good?” Reginald teases me. “Very good. Great – it’s, it’s great. Better than uh, great.” Reginald giggles. He walks back up to give me a hug. I sigh in contentment as his bare body presses against mine. I embrace him back tight. He’s even warmer than this morning. “I love you,” Reggie says. “I love you too.” I reply He squeezes my arm and flashes a little smile. “Better not keep the chickens waiting or they will be cross if they’re not let out.” I wave him off. He kisses the corner of my mouth and floats off. I sigh. I stare at the void he left in the room with wistfulness.
“God, there you are. What are you doing up …wait, how did you get up there?” “I’m talented,” Kennedy says. “Bunch of people are looking for you.” “Yet you found me. You knew where to find me. You know me better than anyone.” I run my fingers over my buzzcut. “Bad fight this time?” “Yeah,” he says softly. “You’ve been crying.” “Shut up.” Kennedy says, but there is no sharpness to it. He sounds tired. “Come on down,” I say. “Come back to my room. My mom will make you tea.” Kennedy glances at the sunset. “I feel like jumping off of this. Just so hard right now.” “What? No. Nooo. NO no no you are not committing suicide. This whole thing with your dad is dumb and by the time you’re 25 this bullshit from when you’re 18 will be a distant memory. You’ll be looking to your life ahead in the career you want, not what you dad wants. Not looking behind. You’ll find a nice boy to marry, have a nice life. Christ, you’ll be out of this dump at least.” Kennedy sighed. “It is a dump. Even if the sunset is nice.” I wait. He doesn’t move. “If you aren’t coming down, I’m coming up.” “…What?” I walk over the pole and kick off my shoes. “What are you doing?” “I’m gonna walk up. Like a coconut picker.” Kennedy laughs. “I gotta see this.” I grab the pole and then jump up to grab the pole with both feet. But my feet are sweaty from my shoes and the pole is slick. My upper body strength wasn’t the best, and I finally had to drop to the ground. I’m happy to hear Kennedy giggling. I glance up at him. “How did you get up there?” “I pulled myself up from the net.” “Must be nice to be tall,” I said matter-of-factly. He grins. “It is. The view is nice.”
I hold out my hand. “Come on down, ok? Let’s go home. My mom will feed you and make tea.” “Why can’t my parents be like yours?” Kennedy asks me. “I don’t know…but I’m kinda glad.” “Glad?” “Yeah, cause you come over to our house and spend time with me when you fight,” I grumble. “I like hanging out in my room with you, playing Mario. When your parents don’t fight you hide in your room avoiding them and play by yourself.” Kennedy brushes tears away. “Fuck.” I give him a moment. Kennedy sniffles. “Tea sounds good now actually.” Kennedy climbs down until he’s hanging off the part of the pole parallel to the ground. He lets himself hang for a moment and drops. “Good dismount.” I say. “Thanks.” I give him a hug and Kennedy crushes me in his embrace. I pat him on the back and I guide him in the directions of our home with my arm around him. I text another friend I found him, and I know this friend will let everyone know I’m taking Kennedy home. We hold hands the whole way.
My mom fusses over Kennedy. She offers him a miscellaneous assort of things – miso and senbei crackers and onigiri and tea. She offers him a bath. Kennedy is bowled over by the attention. He tries to remember the Japanese I taught him. We sip tea and nibble on rice crackers as my mom fusses around and forms rice around salmon left over from dinner. “Ah, arigatou,” Kennedy stammers as he is given two giant onigiri. I try not to laugh at how big my mom packed them. “You want bath? I draw bath.” She’s already shuffling off. Kennedy looks at me. “I love your mom.” I smile. “She’s awesome.” “Can you teach me more Japanese? While we play Mario?” “Yeah, I can. Let’s take a bath first ok?” Kennedy exhales and leans back. “A soak sounds awesome.” He sips his tea. “Man. I can’t believe I was going to commit suicide. Seems so dumb now.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “You hit the bottom and bounced. I’m glad you’re here.” Kennedy smiles. “Me too.” He picks up a rice ball. “What’s the word you say when eating again?” “Itadakimasu.” “Ita-da-kima-su.” Kennedy bites into a rice ball. “God this is good!”
I watch this skinny teenage boy with red eyes gobble up the onigiri with fresh energy. I decide at that moment he’s spending the rest of our senior year with us. This way, I can keep Kennedy safe. Maybe at some point I’ll beat him at Mario too.
I stand on the dock and watch him bring the boat up to the tie-off point. Other fishermen in the harbor are watching him navigate the old wooden boat, snickering in amusement. “Boy why are you naked?” I ask. “Decided to go for a swim out there, Sir. If I get dressed afterwards, my clothes always get damp after a swim and I hate damp clothes.
Fine warm day today, so there was really no need to put on clothes in my opinion.” “You have quite an audience. It does not bother you?” He squints at me in the sun, a smile on his tanned face. “It doesn’t bother the ocean, so it doesn’t bother me. I only care what you think of me naked Sir.” I sigh softly. He knows I live for every moment he takes his clothes off and how my eyes linger when he changes. The only thing that gets me to bed on time at night is knowing he’s warm and bare under the covers. “I think highly of your body, boy… you must know that.” He ties the boat off. “Still pleases me to hear it.”
Another fisherman nearby speaks up. “James, tell your boy to put some clothes on. If you got yourself a misses, well we’d be havin’ another conversation,
No one else out here wants to look at another man’s bait n tackle! though” That makes the other people near the dock howl. I shrug. “Well, I tried boys, but I think he’s staying naked.” That makes them laugh harder. I glance at the bucket in the boy’s boat. “Dinner?” “Yes sir.” “Good work. Let’s head in. I peeled the potatoes already.” He groans. “Thank you Sir. Hate potatoes.” I knew.
He throws his bundle of clothes to me and I help him out of the boat. We walk down the dock and then down the road that follows the coast. Our home is at the end of the road, up a gravel path on top of a bluff that overlooks the beach. We have a chat about the weather, the waves, how the fish were biting, if we should make a cake tonight. People gawk and gasp at him, and women giggle. It’s hard for my boy to keep a straight face, but I can tell he’s enjoying causing a stir. He doesn’t care, and I love him for it.
Finally when we get home, he sets the bucket of fish down on the deck and stretches. “I’ll get to guttin’ em.” I have other ideas. I take him to the bedroom instead. The ocean has dried on his skin instead of his clothing, and every inch of skin tastes salty and fresh. He’s a furnace, all tanned skin under tight muscles. I felt embarrassed later at the vigor I had taking him. I wouldn’t have been able to eat dinner without getting that release though. He has a way of getting to me, this son of a poor dockworker that had charmed his way into my life.
He glances at me afterwards, all flushed, hair mussed. “Didn’t know gutting fish turned you on so much.” I snort “It’s not gutting fish. It’s the bait n tackle.” He grins at me. “Well, that bait worked. I did pull in a very big fish today.” “Did you just call me a fish?” “Well you should see your ‘o’ face… ack!” I hit him with a pillow and we dissolve into laughter as he reaches for his to hit me back.
“Dude, are you crazy? I wouldn’t take money to sleep with you. I don’t need money, remember we just had this conversation about my dad? Kind of insulting you’d think of paying me like a prostitute or something.” Craig leaned against the counter. “So it’s settled then. You’ll let me fuck you for free.” “What? That’s not what I said!” John insisted. “Yeah you said you wouldn’t take money to sleep with me. It’s gonna be another hour until Brad gets here to sell you weed, so yeah you got an hour to kill and I’d love a free fuck out of a walking pair of abs like you.” John snorted. “A walking pair of abs? Jesus dude you need new material. And I never agreed to sleep with you.” “What would be your price then? The threshold of how much money it would take to let me fuck you.” John looked at Craig. “$10,000″ “Not $15k?” “Wait.” “Or $20?” John thought about what to say. “There’s a fun bit about the human brain.” Craig chuckled. “There’s definitely a difference between not enough and too much, but if you try to find the actual numerical line of where it crosses over it’s nearly impossible.” John furrowed his brow. “Yeah I guess. But in this case, there a limit to how much you can pay right? How much you have, could borrow, etc. I could just keep going higher until you run out of money or decide it’s not worth the cost of it.” “That’s true. But I asked you what it would cost to fuck you. I didn’t ask you to find the value of your ass in my budget – unless you’re concerned about that, which means you’re considering.” “I am not considering anything!” Craig laughed. “Right.” Craig scratched the inside of his thigh which made his cock move in his shorts.
John’s eyes darted down, and then back up. He cleared his throat. “But if I charged you, I’d be obligated to provide a service. With standards. And like there’d have to be taxes and probably a business registration or something.” “True. You’d be mine to do with as I pleased -with some restrictions of course – until the time agreed has expired. I could fuck you as many times as I wanted.” “Unless it was just for one fuck, one nut.” John pointed. Craig smirked. “I always nut twice when fucking. Guess I won’t be hiring your services then. Knowing you, you’ll bill me for the overages.” “Man you are rude.” Craig laughed. “Wait, can you really nut twice on one erection?” “Yeah. I get like halfway soft and as long as I keep thrusting into a nice, hot warm hole, I just get hard again and cum again. I’m a seed machine.”
John considered Craig. “That sounds kinda hot…hate it when guys just like pump and dump it you know? Like three fucks and they’re done.” “Yeah they’re basically just using you as a cumdump at that point. You’re supposed to share the ride to the orgasm together and play off each other.” “Exactly!”
They looked at each other. “So, what’s your price?” Craig asked with a grin. John thought. “How about you just pay for my weed?” Craig clapped his hands together once and pointed. “There we go. Just because sex can have value, doesn’t mean in this transaction that value is relevant to you. Instead you offer to trade it for goods that do have value to you. Therefor even though the market rate of the goods is less than the potential value of sex, you still benefit with net gain because of the value of the goods is more relevant to you.”
John stared at Craig. “Dude, what? I thought you were trying to give me a boner?” Craig snorted. “I was at some point. Anyway, I’ll pay for your weed. Come on, we got 40 minutes and it takes some time to get this machine warmed up.”
John tossed his jacket on the chair and followed Craig to the back bedroom. He did not know that Craig grew the weed that Brad sold to him, nor the wealth he controlled. John just assumed that because Craig hung out in this average apartment, he was a nobody with a hot body. And now Craig got the pleasure of fucking that beautiful rich boy with the washboard abs for the wholesale rate of weed. Damn Craig loved doing business. As John got undressed, Craig decided he also liked seeing John naked. He had no problem producing those loads promised – especially after he discovered how aroused John became the more Craig whispered dirty degrading words in his ear.
Monday: going down
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Senor Montoya waited until the woman with the dog exited into the lobby. He glanced at the operator with a devious smirk. “Room 1209, after 8. I’m up late.” And then he walked out of the elevator without looking back as more guests entered behind him.
Senor Montoya had promised his business partner he would find himself in fewer beds on business trips; but it was Senor Montoya’s last night in London – a perfect reason to indulge oneself. And the operator was good at his job and always cheery, so he did deserve a particularly nice tip. Senor Montoya thought of that full bulge in those tight slacks of the operator’s uniform. There was certainly a nice tip in there for him too.
“And this clicks in here and done!” Rodrick gestured. “Huh. It’s looks so snug, but it’s a lotta metal though,” Matthew said. “Yeah. It’s not a chastity device, it’s not supposed to be subtle under clothes. It works well as a uniform for events like this. But it also serves a purpose. Doesn’t it boy?” Rodrick asked. “Yes Sir.” “Tell Master Matthew what the purpose is.” “To help me behave Sir.” The sub says. “Exactly right. Good boy.” Rodrick’s boy looked pleased with himself. Rodrick looked at Matthew. “My lad here is unable to keep his hands off his cock at events like this. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. If he’s naked, he’s fiddling with it. Especially if he’s hard.” “Did you try and train him out of it?” “I did, but it’s so subconscious we weren’t able to do. And he was getting miserable trying to stop himself. But this nice belt really solves all problems. And looks hot.” Matthew nods. “It will stop others from touching him too.” “Also that. Unfortunately it also stops me from touching it when I want but, luckily, that ass has full access!” Rodrick gave it a slap for emphasis. “Oh indeed yes. You can make him go insane with arousal and he’s just trapped in that metal device, straining and leaking. It’s very sexy. I get the appeal.” Rodrick nodded. “Now at events, he’s actively participating even if he’s just standing there.” Matthew made a ‘mmm’ noise in his throat. “Quite nice.”
After a moment of contemplation, Rodrick looked at Matthew. “You’re being very polite, but I know you want to fuck him tonight.” Matthew laughed. “Guilty.” “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”
Rodrick turned to his sub. “You’ll take Sir Matthew’s cock and love it won’t you boy?” “Yes sir!” “Good boy.” Rodrick gave him a kiss on the lips. “I have no doubt you’ll show off all that training that did stick.”
