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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Alright, cock. I get it. You like guys. I’m sorry I tried to force you into those girls when you were clearly not happy about it. I appreciate you being a good sport and liking boobs though. Glad we agree on that. Anyway, after what happened with Paul this weekend, I think it’s pretty clear what you like. Paul just texted that he wants to see me again, so you’re gonna get what you want. So like, seriously, please stop with the weird penis demon orgy dreams where one of them looks like my old hockey coach from high school ok? I just had to change the sheets for the third time this week this morning. Ok? We good? Great.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Your eyes lock, and you see him. He smiles. You look up at him up and down and smirk. He’s local, his Portuguese is beautiful and accented. His body invites your eyes roam over its curves and hills. You flirt, he flirts. His English is decent enough. He asks if you’re a fag, but he’s licking his lips as he asks it. You invite him back to your hotel room to find out.
“Guess I will have to,” he says with a resigned shrug.

You both have a rinse off near the beach exit to dispose of sand, and by the time you get back to the hotel you’re both dry. You track sand into the hotel room with your feet anyway. You push him to the wall and kiss him hard, cupping his bulge. He arches into your hand, hot and eager.

You take things to the bed. Speedos go flying. He pins you down and your bodies slide together with desperate desire. You’re lucky you brought condoms. There’s not a lot of time to prep for sex, but he seems eager. He keeps asking for something in Portuguese, and eventually he pulls some English out of his headfog and says, “put in put in”. Oh, that makes sense. You roll him onto his stomach and guide him so he’s on his knees. Perfect. God his ass is a sight. Still as tan as the rest of him, but his hole is pink and tight. You sink into him in one go, nearly losing it from him tensing up around you. The lube helps, but it takes time to get every inch of yourself in his body. A few tender caresses and strokes gets him to relax, but god you almost come about five times in the process.

Once you’re in, he’s ready, and you give him the fuck you promised him on the beach. Neither of you last particularly long, not with the way his ass is a velvet vice around you. He’s pushing back against your hips, mewling filthy words in a language you cannot understand. 

Between the sweat and sunscreen and lube, you can barely hold onto him, so you throw your whole body on top of his for the climax. You shove it in hard; he shudders and he cries out in a way that pushes you right over the edge. You explode in him, and it’s like that condom isn’t even there. For a moment you see little white dots. When the hysterical fever is over, you do the polite thing and reach down and stroke him to finish. His cock fills your hand and it’s searing hot. It goes off like a gun; the amount of cum in your hand is amazing. You roll off of him. The sheets feel like they came out of the washing machine mid way through.

“Meu deus,” he says when he catches his breath. You don’t need a translator to know what that means. You give him a tired satisfied smile. He wipes his face with his hand.

You gesture to the bathroom. He goes first. He showers. He gets out. The TV is on and you gesture to the fridge.

You shower. You come out. He’s gone.

So is the cash out of your wallet and your phone.

You’re so shocked you just sit on the bed for a minute and think. You’re relieved you put the passport in your hotel room safe. You turn pale and check your suitcase. He didn’t find your tablet hidden in the inner pocket behind some magazines  You walk to the balcony of your hotel room and glance down but you cannot see him.

It occurs to you that maybe you should file a police report, but you never got his name. Wait, you have his DNA. Like, all over the sheets. What good will that do you? You’ll get laughed out of the station. You curse. Was he faking the whole thing? Did he plan the whole thing? You feel rocked by the breach of trust.

Eventually you go down to the lobby to ask someone to track your phone. It’s off. Shit.

You change the sheets, but barely sleep. It’s complicated hating someone who was a great fuck.

The next day there’s a knock at your hotel room the next morning. You’re not expecting it. It’s him. And to your shock, he holds out your phone.

You take your phone back. There’s some terse words. You smack him across the face. He stammers out an apology. He looks so guilty you almost feel bad for him. You ask him why he brought it back. He scuffs his sandal on the ground and tells you it’s because of the sex. He mutters, “It was good.” He doesn’t say much more. His English isn’t great.

You stare at him. The urge to throw him out is strong. All this stress cause of one hot lay! But you know why he came back, and why he’s still standing at your hotel doorstep: not because he liked the sex, but because he wants it again. And you want sex like that too. You want that tight ass and that slick body writhing under you, crying out in foreign words.

You tell him to come back later than night. You know, after you’ve had a chance to lock up your valuables. You also want time to figure out how you’re gonna tie him to the bed.

To your surprise, he does show up. And he brings some of the cash. You take him inside to absolve him off his sin. It will involve a spanking though. You didn’t pack a whip for his trip.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Sweetheart. I know you want to suck my cock. I know it, you know it. Enough with the coy looks and side glances. Show some initiative and do it. Having my body worshiped is a form a flattery – I’d never turn you down within reason, especially since I love watching you do it. You’re more beautiful than I’ll ever be. Aw you’re so pretty when you blush. Come on, set that book down. That’s my boy. No shame here.“

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

My my, are my eyes deceiving me? I can’t be a 100% sure, but I am pretty sure that boy has a chastity cage on under his swimtrunks. What is a boy like that doing all the way out here in these rural parts of Georgia? I suppose he’s come for a lake holiday like most of us, but he seems to be by himself. Shouldn’t there be a keyholder around here somewhere? If he were by himself, no doubt he’d be a bit concerned about getting relief he may need out here where Grindr don’t reach. He doesn’t look concerned at all, though. Or maybe he’s just good at using his toys. Maybe he’s self locked?
What a curious situation. Will have to keep an eye on that boy. He appears to be close in age to me, and not harsh on the eyes. I wasn’t hunting for a lay on this trip, but when an opportunity presents itself so beautifully, it’d be foolish to ignore it… even if he does have a keyholder, maybe they’d want some fresh company.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

I sit on the edge of the tub. “What’s a matter, Brazos?”
He sighs and gestures toward the other side of the porch. “It’s Grant. I’ve lost him. Paul’s got him wrapped around his little finger. Or should I say his dick, which frankly isn’t so little.”
I glance at the two. “Yeah Paul’s known for being hung like a horse. If Grant wants to be a size queen, let him.”
“I had this whole plan though. I was going to fuck Grant, seduce him, put him in chastity, spank him a little… he’s been talking about wanting to get more wild and be in touch with his sex drive. I had this whole perfect thing planned out, and he’s been picked the guy whose been using the same condoms since high school.”
I choke on my drink and sputter. “Oof alcohol burn. Come on, Brazos, pouting isn’t your style. If Paul can’t give Grant what he needs, he’ll come crawling back to you, and this time you’ll know it’s to stay.”
He sighs long and deep. “I hope you’re right.”
“Don’t focus too much on them right now. You got so many other guys who’d let you fuck them.”
Brazos finally takes his eyes off Grant and lays them on me. “What?”
“You didn’t know? We know how long you can go, we know about your basement. Us bottoms talk. We got a better spy network than the FBI.”
“Yeah I suspected that. Bottoms scare me a little. That’s why I want to tame them so much. If you don’t, your project becomes your houseboy. I mean, nothing wrong with houseboys just… I wanted a project.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Now you are having a pity party.”
“It ain’t a party without beer.”
“We can fix that.” I get up to go get him a beer. I return with a can of mango ale for Brazos. I toss it to him one handed. “Catch.”
He positions his hands like a catch and grabs it easily. “Thanks.” Brazos holds it over the edge of the hot top and opens it. It fizzes, but he catches most of it with his mouth.
“Ok, so once you drink that, you’re going to come inside and fuck me, and then once you have cleared your mind a little I’m going to go find you a project.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Hell yeah I do. Want to see how hard you can pound me with thighs that thick.”
Brazos blinks at me. “I thought you weren’t looking for anything right now.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m always looking for a hot cock.”
Brazos smirks. “Well I have that. Are you sure you don’t want to be put into chastity and spanked?”
“I can’t do chastity, I have hemophilia.”
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
“Me too, me too. But if you spank me light enough to not cause bruising… I can be down. You have enough control for that?”
Brazos gets this sinister look on his face. “You should come see my collection of implements, and I think that will answer your question.”
I shiver. “Oh my. Let me finish this margarita, and then I’m coming inside with you.”
Brazos looks pleased. “I like where this is going.”
“As do I.” Grant and Paul are making out now. “Does Grant really use the same condoms since high school?”
“Yep. His dick finished growing before he did.”
“Were you jealous?”
Brazos shrugs. “At first. But I like the shape of mine better. And I like that it gets smaller when I’m not using it. Like, it’s compact for travel.”
I laugh. “That makes sense. Mine’s always been a big undersized, and I like how it fits in underwear.”
“You want a cock like Paul’s?” Brazos asks me, eyeing my thong.
“Nah. I like mine small. Especially when I’m with a top that has big hands that can hold the whole thing in their grip and rub the tip at the same time; it drives me insane.”

Brazos’s eyes go wide. He down the rest of the beer and crushes the can in his hands. “Ok. Inside. Now.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Hey babe, walk slower would you?”
Brandon stops on the stairs to turn and look at me. “What? Why?”
I catch up to him and smack his ass with my hand. “That’s why.”
“Ack! Michael! That was very childish of you.”
“It was. But I love your butt. Been wanting to do that all day.”
“You can always ask you know.” Brandon says.
“Yeah but, that’s not fun. Urge to appreciate boyfriend’s booty is a spontaneous thing. Most of the time I can handle myself. But watching you walk up the stairs to the boardwalk is too much. Your thighs too man, ngh.”
Brandon shakes his head at me. “You are a thirsty boy.”
“I am,” I sigh. “You drive me absolutely wild. You’re beautiful and independent and sexy and clever and considerate…. I think I’m like balls deep in the honeymoon phase of dating you. I hope it never ends.” Even under the mask and sunglasses, I can tell he’s blushing.
Brandon steps onto the stair landing with me. He removes his mask, lifts up mine, and kisses me. “Listen,” he stammers, “I’m not used to conveying my emotions as words, but like, that makes me happy to hear, ok?” He takes my hand. “Let’s go get boba ok?”
I take his hand. I feel a bit bad for making him all flustered. I make a note not to power-bomb with love too much. Brandon communicates by action, and I need to learn to read those actions. I squeeze his hand back. “Boba it is. We’re gonna splurge too. Get all the add ons and the specialty flavors in  biggest size.”
“I’ve always wanted to do that!”
I smile. “Now’s the time.”
“Hey Michael?”
“Hm?”
“My butt feels uneven, cause you only smacked it on one side. You’re gonna have to even it out if we’re gonna make it to boba.”
I trip over an uneven board as my heart soars. I can feel him trying to return my love. It feels like a break-through in learning to understand fluent Brandon. “I uh – yeah, I will absolutely do that for you babe.”
We pause so I can deliver a proper smack to Brandon’s other cheek. We get some weird looks, but I don’t care. His ass is both soft and firm and makes the most delightful sound upon contact. "Better, Brandon?”
“Much better. Hm, do I want the caramel mocha boba or do I want to do fruit tea this time…”
I take his hand again and we stroll off to the shops.

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by ccallenreese

James used to show at his clients’ houses in high end fashion brands, complete with matching accessories and a touch of make up. He always felt it was a bit silly, considering he’d be naked not long after walking into the door. So with this new client from Texas, James decided to try something else. He went to the thrift store and found a pair of tight black jeans. He threw on a basic white tee shirt that hugged his shoulders. It matched well with his favorite leather boots. A couple simple rings completed the look.

The client groaned upon laying eyes on James. Quickly he was all over him. He peeled that shirt off on the spot. He pulled James onto his lap and soon couldn’t stop rubbing James’ thighs in the denim or cupping his ass.
“Jesus christ, I’m in trouble,” the client muttered.
“Trouble?” James asked.
“Yeah, you’re going to make me very broke.”
James tried not to smirk and failed.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“I can’t get used to this,” Jack muttered.
“Used to what?”
“This Speedo is so tight. So showy.”
“You have an insanely hot body, don’t you want to show it off?”
Jack looked down at himself as if this is news. “I mean. I don’t mind showing off, but, isn’t showing off my bulge too much? Feels like everyone can see every curve.”
“The color and pattern obscures the fine lines, but I can see you’re packing. You’re too old to be wearing long shorts like you’re a teena- Stop pullin’ the side down, you’re just being a tease now!”
“Sorry sorry. I like how it’s more snug than board shorts, but…still weird.”
As we stood there on the lake shore discuss the merits of Speedos, another man strolled by. “Hey gorgeous,” he said to Jack. “Hot look.” And he winked.
Jack opened his mouth to say something, but just barely stammered out a ‘thanks’ before the man was out of earshot.
“See?” I said.
Jack adjusted the band of the underwear. “Guess there is some merit to this.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “If you don’t like it, you could go naked instead.”
Jack looked horrified. “No.”
I giggled. “You’re so easy to tease. Ok, now I have to teach you how to walk.”
“I know how to walk.” Jack replied. He tilted his head at me.
“No silly. Like, strut. I am going to force some confidence in you if it kills me.”
“I wish I could take some of yours. How do you get to be so confident?” Jack asked.
“Just time. Learning fashion, nutrition, and taking care of my body until I like what I saw in the mirror. But I picked up this guy once in a bar- typical nervous closeted office worker who desperately needed some pity sex- and he said to me, ‘What’s a hot guy like you want with a guy like me?’ and it blew my mind. No one had called me hot before. I never even thought of myself as hot. I took that guy back to my apartment, wore him out, and made him late for work the next day. And fixed his haircut. The sides were soooooooo bad.”
Jack smiled. “That does sound like you. You like to help people and leave em better than you found em.”
“I’m the Gay Red Cross. Wait no.” I thought and rubbed my chin with my fingers. “The Red St. Andrews Cross for Wayward Gays. That’s my charity.”
The reference to a piece of BDSM furniture made Jack snort out a laugh. “Nothing has described you so well in your whole life. Make that new your Grindr headline.”
“Oh my fucking god Jack, you are brilliant, Jack” I whipped out of my phone to do that. By the time I was done, Jack was hit on again, this time by a studly bear.
“Huh,” Jack said after he left. “Ok, I think I’m ready to start practicing strutting now.”
I clapped my hands together. “Excellent. I just love spending my time doing charity work.”
Jack shook his head. “You are too much!”
“You love me.”
“You are my best friend.” Jack blew a kiss at me.
I “caught” it. “Love you too. Ok, go stand over there. Stand up straight. Shoulders up, head back, walk with purpose! Count those steps! One two three four, five six seven eight!”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Brandon, listen. I appreciate that you want to help, but as someone who loves you I need to tell you that you suck at this. It’s not your fault. Just how you were made,” Calvin said.
Brandon sighed. “I do suck at this.”
“Yep. And I won’t let you hurt your thumb again. So what I want you to do, is go sit over there, drink a La Croix, and look really hot. Me and Riley will bring the boat in. Ok?”
Brandon nodded. “I understand. If it helps bring the boat in safely, I will fulfill my role to the best of my ability using my …talents. I will work hard to drink La Croix.”
“Yes, Brandon. That is good. I know you will exceed expectations.” Calvin gave him a kiss and a pat on the hip and sent him to sit down.
Riley looked at Calvin and mouthed “thank god”. Brandon was very pretty, but Riley was getting concerned they were going to sink out here.

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Valentino lifts his head up at the sound of the back doors opening. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Oh guess you’re finally awake huh?”
“Yeah, late today. That piece of ass wore me the fuck out last night. I think he may have been a succubus or something.”
“I don’t know how you can be with guys like that… doesn’t it feel so artificial to you, that he’s probably pretending to enjoy it?”
Val glares at his brother. “First of all, no. Second of all, no. ‘Guys like that’ are professionals. They don’t take clients they don’t want to and can’t please. To them, sex is an art and they enjoy using what they’ve learned to give their clients pleasure – pleasure they also enjoy. They know we can pay half of that to just come in some plump ass and walk away, but we’re not paying them to be sex dolls.”
Angelo holds up his hands. “Jeez, I hit a sensitive subject. Sorry.”
“It’s not sensitive, you’re just wrong.”
Angelo dives into the pool. He swims over to the shallow end and stands up not far from Val. “Still, the transaction…there’s no connection to it. Don’t you want to be with someone who naturally goes after you?”
Val sighs. “I should repeat what I said earlier about how boys like the one in my bed upstairs don’t service clients they don’t want, but somehow I don’t think you’d listen the second time.”
“I still don’t believe it,” Angelo corrects.
Val waves his hand. “You have it all wrong. Maybe it isn’t this way for you, but my time is valuable. I get up at 6:30, work all damn day, exercise, make dinner, and then I finally get my leisure time. I don’t want to waste it trawling every loud, overpriced club searching for some guy to be interested in me, is interested in sex, and wants to go home with me. And who knows if we’re even compatible? That’s exhausting, time consuming, and pointless. When I hire a professional, it fits in my schedule perfectly and I always know the sex will be awesome. I’m worth it.”
Angelo narrows his eyes because he knows he’s been insulted. “Whatever. You gays are so shallow. Women aren’t like that.”
“Poor Angelo, you probably don’t even know you’ve been a pityfuck for some woman before. Maybe you should hire a professional sometime. Or maybe you should let that boy in my bed upstairs blow you. I think you’d be questioning some things after. He is good.” Val grins.
Angelo makes a face. “Watching a guy suck a cock seems wrong. Cocks are ugly.”
“Maybe yours is.”
“Fuck you, Val.”
Val laughs. “I like my cock. It brings me a lot of fun, and I spoil it.”
Angelo makes a face. “Gross.” He makes a dismissive hand gesture and goes to swim laps.

Val doesn’t know that the ‘hot piece of ass last night’ he hired to rock his world last night has been eavesdropping through the window as he ate his breakfast in the kitchen. Dorian sets his empty bowl aside to furiously text his best friend with what he was hearing. “Uh how do you thank your client for flattering the shit out of you when you can’t get a hard on and your hole is sore???”
“Hahaha! Just give him a massage. That always works for me. Just pressing your body against theirs gets them excited.”
“Oh girl you’re so smart. But first I have to stop blushing first before I can go out there! I look like a schoolgirl.” He runs for the freezer, and Val walks into the kitchen to get a drink only to see Dorian pressing frozen peas to his face.

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