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“I have to say, I normally feel kind of ambivalent when company’s want to send me products, but I was already wearing House Arrest’s brand when they e-mailed me. And these boxer briefs are so goddamn comfy, and no wedg – oh hey everyone, it’s my boyfriend. Hi Jax.”
“Hey gorgeous. You streaming for Platform?”
“Yep. I’m doing a promo for underwear.”
“God your ass looks good in those, but it would look amazing in a paper bag.”
Tom giggles. “It would not. And it would crinkle if I even breathed. You’d get papercuts walking to the fridge. Fabric like this is much more comfortable. And soft.”
Jax climbs up on the bed.
“Oh hello there. Are you joining me on the stream?”
“I need to feel this for myself.” Jax cups Tom’s ass and squeezes. “Yeah that’s nice. Soft but I can still get a good grip…”
“Jax – woah, hey, just a reminder I’m still streaming,” Tom stammers.
“Let em watch,” Jax suggests. He kisses Tom’s neck and brings their bodies together.
Tom gasps. “Christ you are a madman!”
Jax slips his arm around Tom’s torso, and slides his hand down his thigh.
“Aah!” Tom arches against Jax. He puts an arm around his neck and gives in to the desire to kiss that man and let him ravish his mouth in return.

In a moment, streaming seems marginally less important than it was a moment ago. Tom lowers his hand with the phone as he gets distracted by the way Jax is making him feel. Jax cups Tom between the legs and squeezes. Tom makes a guttural cry. The phone falls to the bed. Jax guides Tom backwards to the bed and pulls the underwear off so he can stroke him properly. Tom twists his fingers into Jax’s hair and keens.

When they finish and the Earth stops spinning, Tom gets his wits back about him. “…Is my phone still streaming?” He wipes his hand on the sheets and picks it up; his face goes pale. “Oh shit it is. Uhhh hi everyone. Oh my god there’s so many people watching this. Um. Fuck uhh. Well that was a little unexpected. I- uh-”
Jax takes the phone. “Your boy’s a little busy now. Leave a message.” He shuts off the recording.
Tom covers his face with his hands and groans. “Thanks for doing that. Fuck, I may get decommissioned for that.”
“But people will be talking about it for a while.”
“Yeah I guess it’s true. Any press is good press right? Mmn I love it when you kiss me. Wanna take a shower together?” Tom asks.
“Oh hell yeah, we haven’t done that in a while.”

Tom later posts a photo on Instagram of the pair of underwear in front of the shower door. “Sorry to everyone who watched my stream on Platform last night. I didn’t intend to keep recording during an intimate moment with my boyfriend. I really apologize you had to listen to that. Some of you seemed to uhhh not mind so much, but others were upset. I apologize, but sometimes, real life interrupts the life we craft for ourselves, and those moments matter more than what you’re doing on your phone.”
To his surprise, the underwear company loves the photo and wants to use it for a campaign. Tom is less impressed when he gets offers to shoot porn, and turns them down. He has standards, really.

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Desire

After a long morning of sex and intimacy, you enjoy a quiet skin-to-skin embrace with Rich as you two catch your breath. As your eyes meet, you see just how exhausted Rich is. That’s when you realize that you’ve found your man. No words need to be spoken, no gestures, no second guessing. Rich spent the entire morning working hard to make it feel good for you over himself. You were so lost in the extasy of sex and foreplay that you couldn’t spare any resource to give it consideration. Rich not only gave it consideration, he considered it from the start. Hell, he probably worked twice as hard as you did, and you had no clue until now. You acknowledge your awareness with a kiss and by giving him a nuzzle. You’re in awe of him and struggle to express your love. Simple words will do. “Thank you for this morning. You were amazing.”
Only then does Rich smile.

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Ph. Ore Adesina

You really didn’t think there was any difference between having sex, fucking, and making love. You assumed ‘making love’ was something heroines did in romance novels. Even if it were possible, in your mind, men were breeders. ‘Making love’ was definitely not something men were even capable of doing with each-other. Until, ya know, it happened to you on a warm August night.

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“Who the fuck are you?” David demanded.
“Uh.” James pulled the glass away from his mouth. “Your roommate’s side piece?”
“Oh you must be James.”
“Yeaaahh. Nice to meet you.”
David pulled a box of cereal out of the cabinet. “Likewise. Where’s Matt?”
“He went to pick up some stuff from the store and breakfast from some cafe down the street.”
“Oh.” David let his eyes rove from his tossed blond hair to that bubble ass. “Wanna fuck?”
James looked taken aback. “That’s brazen. He should be back soon.”
“Eh. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
James set the water down and watched David get a box of cereal out of the cupboard. “How fast can you cum?”
David grinned. “Thirty seconds, once hard.”
“How fast can you get hard?”
David turned. “Half way there.”
James thought. He dropped the towel. “Hurry up stud.”
“Oh fuck yeah, god you’re hung! Turn around.”
“Like a horse,” James boasted. He put his hands on the counter.
“Matt sure knows how to pick em.” David grabbed the jar of coconut oil out of the cupboard, poured some on his hand, and got to work. “You still stretched?”
“Yeah we fucked like three times last night.”
“Damn that little bastard sure has stamina…”
James laughed. “Yeah but he only came once.”
“That makes me feel better. Going in.”
“And you’re bigger!”
David groaned. “Only when hard. Fuck, your ass is a big ol peach!” He put his slick hands on his James’ hips and railed him hard against the counter. No time for finesse. He fucked him with the pace he took with his own hand, only this time that hand was wrapped around a rather perk prick that wasn’t his own. “Goddamn…”
“Keep going stud!”
David quickly began to pant as he fucked as if the world were ending. “Oh there it is…there it iiiiiis~” he exhaled in bliss as the orgasm peaked. He smacked that butt. “Nnnffff…. fuck. Yeah there it is. I can never last long with an ass gripping me like you did.”
James moaned. “Good. God, I love feeling that heat inside me.”
“I love putting it in you.” David pulled out, and tucked himself back in his shorts. “What was my time?”
“28 seconds.”
David punched the air.
“Finish me off, you jackass.”
“Oh right right.” David returned his hand to that pretty cock and gave him some twisting grips and hard pulls until his hand began to cramp. James sucked air between his teeth and shot all over the counter. “Awh yeah that’s it! I’m coming! Nnn! Aaahhh.”
“Is it all out stud?”
“Yeah there wasn’t much to start with.”
David borrowed a moment to cop a good feel of James’ cock and balls before dropping his hand. “Fuck, Matt is gonna be home any second.”
He ripped a piece of paper towel off and began to clean the cum up.
“Ah shit, the oil’s on my hips.”
“Use the dish towel. Wait, hold still, there’s some cum dripping down your crack…”
“Fuck we should have used a condom.”
“No time.”
They heard the key in the lock.
“Fuck,” David hissed. He threw the paper towel away and made sure his pants were buttoned.
James used the bath towel to wipe his hips, then tucked the towel around his waist and brushed back his hair.

Matt walked into David opening a box of cereal and James sipping water.
“Welcome back, babe,” James said. “Need help?”
“Nah, I got it. You’re up early David. I see you met James?”
“Yeah. Nice piece of eye candy.”
“He’s mine. Get your own.”
“Yeah yeah whatever. Come on, James, let’s go eat.”
David caught James’ gaze and they both grinned.

Matt paused. “What smells like coconut oil?”
David about died. “Uhh. I was telling James that I use it for my skin sometimes. We were talking about how his skin was dry for the shower.”
“Yeah he like slapped some on me too. Rude.”
“Pft. Sounds like David. Keep your hands to yourself.”
David stuck his tongue out at James. James smirked at him and went off to have breakfast with Matt.

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Archy knocked.
“Enter,” Victor said.
Archy let himself in. “Hello, Sir~”
“Oh hello. Wow you are better looking in person than in the photos.”
Archy smiled. “I always like to hear that. Thank you for selecting me.”
“You were my first choice, I’m glad you were available.”
“Oh stop,” Archy giggled with a hand wave. “You’re gonna make me blush, and I get so embarrassed when I blush.”
“I bet you look even cuter.”
Archy giggled some more and set down his things. The more the guy spoke, the more he could detect an uneven tone to his voice, but it didn’t bother him. Dude was sex on a stick. “I can already tell we are going to have fun, but how can I satisfy you this evening?”
“Well,” Victor paused to stretch. “I had a stroke last year.”
Archy gasped. “You had a stroke? But you’re so young!”
“It is uncommon. I fly a lot for work. I got DVT, and a clot led to a stroke. Apparently I had a defective narrow artery. Bad combo.”
“Oh honey!” Archy covered his mouth. “You lucky thing to survive that.”
“Thank you, you’re sweet. I was. I had a great care team. Thing is, though, I haven’t had the confidence to have sex since the stroke. I’ve been working on my body, my mind, and well-” Victor gestured. “I thought I’d reward myself by summoning professional service.”
Archy put his hand over his chest. “Oh honey, I am honored. Um, may I ask a question though?”
“Sure thing, babe.”
“Have you uh – you know, jerked off since the stroke? Like, it’s not like all still in there in your balls right?”
Victor laughed. “Of all the questions I’ve been asked. Yes, I’ve had a lot of release since then. I do love masturbating. But I’m tired of my hand, sitting in the bed alone in the dark. I want to feel the heat and connection of someone else.”
Archy walked over to him and put a hand on his thigh. “I am going to do everything I know in my book to rock your world tonight. I promise.”
Victor smiled. “You have a book?”
“Oh yes, the Twink’s Guide to Dick and Taking Dick. On the Barnes n Nobles best seller list, I assure you.”
That made Victor laugh. “You’re hilarious. I would honestly read that. Do you drink? I’d love to pour you some champagne.”
“Anytime a hot man wants to pour me champagne, I ain’t gonna say no. But I will tell you, I can drink a little, but I can’t do my job intoxicated.”
Victor got up and walked over to the mini bar. “Psht. I have a feeling you could do your job even in space.”
“….I think I love you.”

Victor laughed again and grabbed the bottle opener. “Here, let’s have a toast to a night of good sex.” They popped the cork (Archy squealed), and Victor poured into two glasses.
“Cheers?” Victor asked.
“Cheers to sex,” Archy corrected.
“Cheers to sex.” Clink.

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Muscular and handsome, Nixon rides a big cock for the first time. (Sean Cody models). 

Sonny was a little hesitant to ride a cock for the first time – especially one of that size! But it ended up being a lot of fuss over nothing and felt much better than he could ever anticipate. Getting his G-spot worked opened up an entire new world of pleasure Sonny could have never comprehended before. He completely forgot about even touching his own cock…he just zoned out and rode the wave.

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I was relieved the rooms were joined, but I didn’t imagine having to use it for this purpose. I stepped into their room, my presence muffled by the sound of the commotion. I was shocked at the state of things. Anger bubbled up in me until heat was radiating out of my skin. I bunched my hand into a fist. Daniel shouted something at Bryan. Bryan shouted something back and tackled Daniel. Daniel slid off the bed and they crash landed on to the floor in a tangle of limbs and linen.
“Enough!” I bellowed, slamming my fist into the wall.
Both startled; Daniel gasped. Their heads snapped towards me with wide-eyed shock on their faces.

“Listen you assholes. We are BARELY halfway through this tour, and this is the biggest tour we’ve ever done. I know we had a long night tonight, and we’re all tired from the show. But you two need to act like adults and get your shit together. I will NOT let YOU TWO ruin this tour with bad PR that you’ve destroyed a hotel room. The cost I’m tipping the maid is going to come out of your pay. You two need to calm down and go to bed. As of this moment, you’re done fighting it out. So you two can either hug it our or fuck it out, but what ever bullshit is going on between you two ends tonight. Do you understand?”
They both nodded sheepishly.
“Good. I’ve also pushed back our bus call tomorrow until noon. You guys need your rest. Remember, our LA show is in four days. If you guys ruin that show for us with your attitude, no one will ever find your bodies.”
Daniel swallowed hard. He knew my family lived in the mountains and we knew every hill and valley.
“Is that understood?” I asked sweetly.
“Ye-yes.” They stammered together.
“Good. Now I’m going to bed. Good night.”

I closed and locked the door behind me. I yawned and stretched. No one ever told me being a tour manager means herding drama queens acting like children. I climbed back into bed and checked for the hundredth time to make sure our next merch shipment is on track for Monday. It’d be fine. Everything was quiet besides the faint sound of them talking. I drifted off.

I was on the cusp of sleep when I hear a repetitive squeaky noise. I lifted my head up. From the other room drifts an “oh yeaaah~” and an “ah fuck!”. The noise is mattress springs. Well there’s that answer. They chose to fuck it out. Just what I expected – jealousy and suppressed feelings. Good thing I gave em the option of sleeping in tomorrow. They should have plenty of time to catch up on relieving their frustrations. I just hope there’s no visible hickies. The fangirls would notice immediately.

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“You brought me something to drink? That’s so thoughtful of you. You are such a good host.”
“Thank you Sir. I love serving men.”
“I love it. Are you shareable?”
“Shareable Sir…?” the young man asks. His eyes lingered on the silhouette of Ahmed’s cock in the wet underwear.
“When I dry off, I’d love for someone to come reapply sunscreen…but I wouldn’t want to offend Damien’s hospitality.”
The boy licks his lips. “You see this?” He pointed to his chastity cage.
“Yes?”
“That’s the only thing Damien doesn’t like to share. He gave me clear instructions to accommodate his guests. I intend to obey that order.”
“Well I’d hate for Damien to think his sub isn’t doing his job. Come back in fifteen minutes. Mm this lemonade is good.”
“Yes sir!”

The lad came back a bit later to find Damien completely naked, sunning his furry body on the lounge chair with no shame at all. Good lord. Why did God make men so beautiful? Oh yeah. To be served.

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Today’s alright….so far….

Jobe has a cigarette in the patio outside the hotel room. He came into town for the horse auction, but in the evening there was nothing to do. There was a hot guy walking around the hotel in that morning, but he was nowhere to be found when Jobe went down for dinner. After a period of digestion, Jobe decided it was too warm in his room, and it made sense to go for a swim. He was not expecting to see that man, the hottest man in the hotel, reading in a lounge chair. Fuck.

The cigarette was supposed to calm his nerves, but every time he glanced at that guy’s direction he got the jitters again. It was unlikely to go away. He was so hot. Just a slab of American beef. Shoulda been auctioned with the horses. Woulda gone for more, definitely.

Jobe exhaled and put out his cigarette stub. He strode into the pool with his Wyoming-bred swagger. He walked over the chair next to Hot Guy.

“Pardon. Mind if I set my hat here or are you waitin’ for someone?”

The man looked up from the book and startled slightly. “Ah, it’s you!”

Jobe blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah, I was behind you a bit in the line to check-in yesterday. I overheard you say you live in Boulander. I grew up in Arrow Bend.”

“Ah, that’s the next town over! What are the odds. You still live in Wyoming?”

“Sure do. About an hour from Casper.”

Jobe felt his heart race when he saw the man’s eyes flicker to his crotch. “Man what the odds. Are you here for the auction?”

“Sure am.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we can be friends,” the man purred.

Jobe shifted on his feet. “I’d like that.”

“Well go for your swim, let’s talk after I finish my book.”

Before Jobe to could stop himself, he blurted out, “Maybe we could go back to my room and have a nightcap.”

A deep smirk appeared on the man’s face. “I’d like that.”

Jobe’s head spun. He realized he was getting an erection and turned away. “Good. Let’s talk later cowboy.” Jobe could have sworn he heard the man groan. He was relieved the pool was cold.

Later that evening, they made it through one shot of bourbon before tensions boiled over. Jobe was thrown to the bed and ridden like a stallion. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed a fuck, but as the stress of work and travel melted away, Jobe had a feeling the stranger wouldn’t be spending much time in his own room for the duration of the trip.

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Wincent Weiss by Ascanio Vardan

Jesse takes a break between clients. The cigarettes help suppresses his appetite. Not enough time to eat before the next guy comes over. He takes another drag and runs numbers in his head. He’s satisfied. Soon he’ll have enough to buy his brother a new laptop for when he starts high school in the fall. The old thing they have at home is on its last legs, but Jesse refused to pawn it when mom left with her drug buddies. Still, Jesse wouldn’t have gotten much for it anyhow.
Let’s see…they should have enough for groceries until the end of the month until the food stamps come in on the first. If his brother’s shoes last, then Jesse figured should be able to get he laptop in time for his brother’s birthday. Nice. Combined with the income from his brother’s summer job, they should be ok for a while when school started. Then Jesse could scale back taking clients and focus on getting his life back on track. Get his GED. Maybe actually find a boyfriend, although he couldn’t imagine anyone would want to date him after all this. Oh well, it was worth it to see his brother succeed. He tried to imagine his brother’s reaction when he’d open the laptop. It was gonna be great. 

Jesse took a sip from his mug and stubbed out his cigarette. He watched his next client park down the street. Time to get busy. At least this guy was super hot.

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