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“Well I’m not super comfortable sending nudes over Grindr, but I’ll send you this picture of my butt in this red underwear I just got if that helps,” Jesse wrote.
“It might help.” Ray was on the fence if he wanted to leave the house tonight for a hook up.
“Sent.”
“Oh I like the framing with the snake plant. You have a lot of plants?” Ray said.
Jesse texted back. “I have like 4. I’m newish to plants, though. You know about them? I think that snake plant needs to be repotted, and I’m kind of unsure how.”
“Oh ho. Look at this.” Ray sent a photo.
“GASP. Oh my GOD. You have a greenhouse??”
“It’s technically a small sun room. This was my grandmother’s house and she kept some plants in here; so when I inherited the house, I just continued …and here we are.”
“I am so jealous, they all look so healthy and gorgeous.”
“Thank you. They are my pride and joy. And listen, I would be happy to help you repot that plant of yours, but it is getting a bit late. Are you free tomorrow evening?”
“Yeah, I usually leave work about 5:30. I was going to make porkchops, if you want to come over? Or we can go out.”
“If you’re offering, I’d love that, I’ll bring a dessert,” Ray suggested.
Jesse sent a bunch of heart emojis. “Would love that, just not a fan of warm fruit, by the way.”
“Me neither. Send me a good time to head over and your address. And wear the red underwear.”
“You bet I will. ”

When the conversation ended, Jesse rolled over onto his back on the bed and clutched his phone to his chest. So a top wasn’t coming over to fuck him and do something about his horniness, but a plant daddy was coming tomorrow to breed him and he was thrilled. “I cannot believe my plants are going to get me laid.”

After Ray left the next night, Jesse got on his knees and gave the snake plant a big kiss on one of its leaves. “Enjoy your new pot, you earned it.”

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“Hey David,” Joe says after Facetime connects.
“Hey baby. What’s wrong? You said you needed my opinion.”
“Yeah I do. Am I stupid?”
“What on Earth brought that up?”
“Someone told me that I’m dumb because all my body’s energy went into growing my ass instead of my brain.”
David guffaws. “Oh babyboy, I’m sorry, it’s rude to laugh, but what a rude thing to say to someone. Sounds like they’re jealous of your big beautiful ass.”
Joe tilts the phone. “This ass?”
“Ohh yeah. That big beautiful ass.”
“You haven’t answered my question though. Do you think I’m stupid?”
“You’re not stupid,” David reassures him. “What was the context of that insult?”
Joe leans against the counter of this bathroom. “Well, I was talking with a guy at the bar last night about a Youtube video, and in it there’s a moment where this guy gets stumped because he doesn’t know what flour is made of. And like, I realized I didn’t know either? I thought it was made of flowers. And so this guy at the bar made fun of me, patted me on the shoulder, and walked off.”

David is struggling to hold it together. “Flowers? Why do you think it’s made of flowers?”
“Because it’s kind of soft like petals are? I mean, my mom never taught me anything about cooking or baking – that was ‘woman’s work’ as she said.” Joe makes air quotes with one hand.
“Well, your kind of deductive reasoning isn’t illogical, based on what you know. You’re not entirely wrong though – flour is made from wheat, which is a plant. It’s ground up into a fine powder.”
“Yeah I googled it after. It makes a lot of sense. But like, David that isn’t the only thing – last month, someone made fun of me because I thought ponies were baby horses. And I also thought that the black market was like a real place like Diagon Alley, and I’ve been wrong on so. many. things. about women and pregnancy-”
“Joe.”
“Yes Daddy?”
“God it drives me insane when you call me that.”
Joe smiles coyly.
“You’re not stupid. You had a really sheltered religious childhood, that’s not your fault. Stupid people doubledown when they realize they’re wrong – you’re curious and open to learning as you go. You are a great student, you taught yourself all about fitness and nutrition, and your quick thinking saved some ducklings last week. Plus, you are great in bed. I adore you, you’re fine as you are.”
Joe exhales and his shoulders relax. “Thank you David, I really appreciate you saying that. It’s frustrating though, constantly wondering what my life would have been like if I wasn’t homeschooled for all those years. How much more I’d know.”
“Well, then you wouldn’t be my Joe. And in a different life, we might of have never met.”

Joe is silent for a moment. “Woah. I never even thought of that. You’d just be walking around in the world, and I’d never know?”
“Probably.”
Joe contemplates this. “That’s wild. So I get to date you and have a great big ass and thick body, live in this amazing city, and have great college life with friends who take me to EDM shows – but in return I don’t know some basic shit?”
“Essentially.”
“You know what, I’m fine with that.”
David smiles. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
Joe tilts the phone back again. “You wanna come over after dinner and fuck me?”
“Oh my god, yes. I have been trying to be respectful of your exams coming up and not asking, but baby I have been dreaming of it.”
“I want you to tell me about those dreams.”
“Oh I will.” David watches Joe walk to his bedroom.
“I’m going to put in a plug to get ready for tonight. You wanna watch or am I keeping you?”
“Joe, if you disconnect Facetime now, you’re going to get a spanking.”
Joe gulps. “Damn Daddy!”
David groans.

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“You have such pretty eyes. Man, it turns me on even more to see you blush while sucking my cock! Thought I couldn’t be harder than I am. Damn, you’re really good at this, by the way. Glad I trusted my instincts. Never had my boss at a job get so flustered around me before. We should continue to get along real well after this. And how lucky for you, the floor is so dusty, no one is going to question why the knees on your jeans are always going to be white.”

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“Oh hi, welcome home.” Jon uses his finger to mark the page in the zine he’s reading and stands up.
“Hello.” Martin sits on a bench and takes off his boots. Jon comes over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Been shopping?” he asks.
Martin gestures to the bags. “Oh a little, but mostly I went over to Gracie’s apartment to pick up her old Halloween costume I’m wearing this year. We ended up gossiping like old hags, and I lost track of time. It’s not too late for lunch is it?”
“Not at all. Are you going to tell me what you’re going for Halloween this year?”

Martin tucks the boots away with a grin. “How about I show you?”
“You have one wicked smile on your face. Dare I even say yes?”
“You should. Although I won’t be complete. I don’t have the right make up or the accessories yet.”
“That’s fine, you can still show me.”
“Ok be right back.” Martin picks up the bag and scuttles out of the living room into the bedroom like a gremlin, cackling and clutching something he stole.
Jon chuckles. He pours himself a glass of ice tea while he waits. He’s standing in the kitchen, reading, when Martin comes out.

“Hello gorgeous, are you my next patient?”
Jon looks up and his brain promptly stops working. Martin has managed to squeeze his entire body in a woman’s sexy nurse costume. His butt is barely contained and the only reason the collar hasn’t torn is because the plunging cleavage allows it to stretch around the broad expanse of his shoulders. Martin’s also wearing red pumps and that’s pantyhose. He’s wearing pantyhose.

Jon makes a funny noise and in a panic, fists his own shirt and stuffs in his mouth.
Martin makes a choking laugh. “Honey what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to stop some very vulgar words from coming out of my mouth.” Jon pulls his shirt from his teeth and smooths out the fabric.
“That good huh?” Martin turns around. “I need to like, do some modifications to the top so I can actually move my arms. And I’ll be wearing lipstick. Thinking of keeping the mustache though.”
“Martin, are you wearing any underwear under that dress or like…did you just pull the pantyhose over your cock? I think I can see the tip of your cock.”
Martin glances down. “Can you? Yeah, I’m just Donald Ducking it until I find some red shorts to wear under this.”
Jon’s nostrils flare as he inhales and exhales a deep breath. “You know, I don’t feel like topping very often, but I suddenly need to. Like, right now.”
Martin can’t hide his surprise. “That good?”
“That good.” Jon gently tosses the zine on the sofa. He walks over to Martin and put his hands on his hips. “I’m sure the doctor is going to be a little while. Why don’t you show me to a room no one is using?”
Martin’s gaze darkens into a smolder. “Gladly, Sir. Happy to help you finish getting undressed for your appointment.”

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legendarymachoblog:

“Thank you for allowing me to turn down the bed for you Sir. Master sent me to make sure you feel comfortable this evening, so I am pleased you’re allowing me to fulfill this task. Our home is your home while you are our esteemed guest; so if there’s anything else I can do for you, please do let me know…like if you want your bed warmed, for example…”

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hedleylamarr:

Jan-Michael Vincent in Defiance (1980).

Rod cherished the warm water cascading over his face and tried to ignore the soreness on his shoulder. He wanted the water hotter, but it felt like fire on his healing skin. Over the sound of the spray, he could hear faint footfall on the tile floor. He stepped out of the spray. “Whose there?”
“Just me.”
Rod looked at the shadow on other side of the curtain. “Jon?”
“Y-yeah.”
“What are you doing in here, Private?”
He muttered, “Just um, wondering if you wanted your back washed. There was a lot of gunk on there when we took off the bandages.”
Rod tilted his head. Jon was the odd one in his squad, and an idea was solidifying about what exactly made him a bit different. Jon had to know this was dangerous behavior in the military, but he was so young and naive it was more harmless than horny.  Rod pushed the curtain back. Jon’s eyes went huge and his cheeks turned bright red. Rod was amused, had he not seen a million men naked in the shower already? And here he was blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Normally that’s not the kind of behavior you should show to an Sergeant, son, but I’m itchy enough to take you up on that. My shirt was sticking to all the residue earlier.”
Jon was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. He was trying so hard not to look down. Rod turned and showed his back to Jon to prevent the poor Private from passing out. That would be hard to explain.
“Is it really healing?” Rod asked.
“It is. Lots of healthy, pink tissue granulation. Scabs aren’t ready to come off yet, but it’s healing.”
Rod sighed in relief. “That’s good. It’s still so sore though.”
“You probably have some deep bruising in the musculature. Can you pass the soap please?”
Rod passed it back. Jon wet the washcloth- and promptly dropped the soap.
“Oh god,” he squeaked.
“I got it,” Rod said. He squatted down to get the bar of soap and put it on the soap rack on the wall.
“Wow,” Jon whispered.
“Wow what?”
“Um.” Jon stammered. “Just – your back is really muscular. Sir.”
Rod tilted his head again. “Jon, are you not like the other boys?”
“What? What are you talking about Sir?”
“You don’t seem to have a lot of pin ups in your bunk area, Private. Haven’t heard you talk about a girl back home either.”
“I’m focusing on my military career, Sir.”
Rod smothered a laugh. Oh, Jon had rehearsed that. “Oh, ok, I see.”
He dropped the subject. A warm washcloth was pressed to his back. Rod groaned. Jon made slow circles, cleaning off the layers of bandage residue and massaging sore muscles. He washed Rod’s back from top to bottom in methodical circles. Rod let his head droop; this was nice. Why couldn’t he get this every time he showered? 
“I don’t think you’ll need to have the bandages put back on, Sir. Maybe overnight, to protect it.”
“Huh?” Rod said.
“I said I think you only need bandages at night now.”
“Oh. That’s good,” Rod replied.
“What’s the little scar on the back of your neck from?”
“My brother threw a toy car at me when I was 6. It was a pick up truck, it had a sharp edge and cut me. Needed three stitches.”
Jon giggled. “Naughty. I bet you were cute as a kid.”
“I mean, I was. But I was also a troublemaker. I deserved getting that truck thrown at me.”
Jon smiled. “Your poor mother.”

“You should ask me what the scar on my arm is from.”
“Oh?”
Rod turned his arm upside down so Jon could see the flat part of his lower arm.
“Oh what is that from? Never seen that before..”
“Well, I normally wear sleeves,” Rod explained. Rod didn’t say anything when Jon began to wash his shoulders and arms.
“What happened?” Jon asked.
“I slipped in the woods, fell, and broke my arm on a rock. They had to do an operation to line up the bones again. I was running away from the cops.”
“My goodness, you were a troublemaker, Sergeant. How old were you?”
“18. I was running from the cops, because I had gotten caught in a compromising position in a car with another person.”
Jon laughed. “Such a troublemaker! Your poor mother indeed.”
“You should ask who I got caught with.”
“Oh? Why? Who did you get with?” Jon asked.
“His name was Gerald. That was the reason I had to join the military.”
Jon stopped washing his back. “His?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Jon whispered.
“Cause I think you’re like me, Jon. I just want to let you know, if you are, I understand.”
Jon didn’t say anything. “I don’t know. I might be.”
“That’s fine. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. We should get out, we’ve been in here a while.” Rod moved to turn off the water.
“No don’t turn around!”
Rod startled.
“What? Why?”
“I’m going to get out first.” There was rising panic in Jon’s voice.
Ron heared the shower curtain move. “Are you hard?”
“No!” Jon squeaked.
Rod snickered “Well, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. But thank you for washing my back. It feels a lot better now. I’m glad to have such fantastic medical staff at this base.”
“Happy to provide care for our Sergeants, Sir. Make sure you come back to the infirmary to get a bandage placement for the evening.”
“Thank you, Private.”

Rod waited for Jon to get dressed. When he heard the door close, he got out of the shower and changed into some fresh clothes. God, it was so nice that his clothes weren’t sticking to his back anymore. He thought about his conversation and wondered if he had gone too far in revealing personal information. Rod ran a comb through his hair and threw everything into a duffel bag. He left the small bath house and was startled to find Jon waiting for him outside.

“Private. What are you still doing here?”
"Um.” Jon scuffed his boot on the ground. “Just wanted to ask. How did you know, that you wanted to be in the car with Gerald, and not with Jenny?”
Rod glanced around. They shouldn’t be having this conversation around here. “Well, I didn’t know, but my body did. And the more I listened to my body, the more sense it made.”
“Oh,” Jon said.
“What does your body tell you?”
“I liked washing your back,” Jon whispered.
Rod looked Jon in the eyes. “Then let’s do it again shall we?”
Jon showed the slightest of smiles. “Ok.”

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“Boy, stop bothering James and come over and order please,” Gio said tersely.
James glanced at him and waved his hand. “Oh nonsense, Gio. Val isn’t bothering me a bit. I’m quite interested in hearing about his first anal orgasm actually, as I’m trying to accomplish that with my own boy.”
“He really isn’t a bother? He’s been talking about it non stop today to literally everyone.”
“Aren’t you proud you got your Val to accomplish that?”
Gio shifted. “He’s making me seem like I got a magic dick or something.”
“Ahaha, oooh I get it. You’re embarrassed.”
“I am not,” Gio tossed the menu on the table.
“Yes you are.”
“I wasn’t even trying to give him one,” Gio whined. “I wanted him to stay horny.”
James chuckled. “Well that’s the fun thing about chastity. You know never how your boy will react when you put them under such circumstances, isn’t that right boy?”
“Oh yes Sir. It surprises even me sometimes,” Val said.
James’ boy Beau walked over, drying himself off from the pool, bronzed and naked. His chrome cage glinted in the sun. “Hello Sir,” he nodded at James.
“Hi boy. How was your swim?”
“Lovely. I’m worn out.”
“Good, you had a lot of energy this morning.” James gestured to an empty seat. “You’re welcome to sit down and join the conversation. We were just talking about how Val here had his first anal orgasm last night,” James said.
Beau gasped and plopped down. “Did you really?? Oh, Gio you stud.” He winked and turned to Val. “Oh you must tell me how it happened. I want to hear everything.”
Gio groaned and covered his face with his hand.
The waiter came over. “Are you ready to order Sir?”
“Yeah, please, anything with vodka in it, and make it a double.”

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Finn walked up to Scott who was relaxing on the sofa. “Can I see your phone a sec?”
Scott raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Not going to look in it, trust me.”
Scott thought and handed his phone over.
Finn smiled. “Thank you.” He took the phone and set it on the coffee table out of reach. He then climbed onto the sofa and straddled Scott’s legs. “Hi.”
“Hello. Was that your cunning plan?”
“Yes,” Finn said.
“You want some attention?”
“Yes.”
Scott reached back to squeeze Finn’s ass in both hands. “I can give you attention. Why are you wearing underwear?”
“So you can take it off?”
“Right answer.” Scott smacked his ass and kneaded it. “Mmm you’re getting hard against my hip. Let’s move this to the bedroom.”
“But I don’t want to get off of you. Your hands feel so good.”
“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you,” Scott purred.
Finn whimpered.

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