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Let s go back to bed or we can do it on the stairs 🍆🖤✴💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

Joseph paused on the stairs. “Sir?”
“Yes lad?”
“I hate this carpet. I’ve hated it for a long time. It clashes with the decor, it’s old, it’s flat, it sucks to vacuum, and it hides the beautiful wood of the stairs. If you want better grip, we can get a stair runner that I can put in the washing machine. But I hate this carpet. Especially now that we’re stuck inside looking at it. It has to go.” He paused. “Please.”
I raise an eyebrow. “The houseboy has spoken.”
“Heed my official declaration, Sir.”
“I heed, alright. Well if it’ll make you happy. But I will want a runner there. It gets cold in winter.”
“Yes sir! Hooray a task!” He ran into the garage to get his tools to rip up the carpet.
I watch him, sort of amused. “A happy houseboy means a happy home, I guess.”
“Oh Sir?” He asks, sticking his head back in the room.
“Yes lad?”
“Since we’re throwing it out… wanna have a good fuck on the stairs?”
“Mmmn. That is appealing. How about I unlock you, you hump the carpet, edging yourself closer until I tell you to stop, over and over again, and then I will mount you and breed you?
“UHhhhh. Do I get to cum?”
”Maybe.”
”My opinion is irrelevant in this isn’t it?”
”Yep! Fetch my keys, lad. We’re gonna have us some fun.”

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I crawled onto the bed while trying to will my erection away. I had bounded up the stairs when he texted me from the bedroom. “DTF?” Of course I was down to fuck. He’d been gone like 12 hours a day working on new road projects for the city. Now that quarantine was in effect, the city ramped up its efforts to fix all the damage over winter. Which meant I spent a lot of days alone. However, he came home early today. He went up to shower, then I got the text…

Alas, when I got upstairs, I found Jules passed out like a cat in a sunbeam. He didn’t even pull the comforter off the pillows. Just pulled off his jeans enough to tempt me with his ass…and click. He was out. I caressed the curve of his butt. “You’re exhausted aren’t you, baby? Poor Jules…” I sighed. God what a butt. I bit my lip. I could fuck him in his sleep. We’d done it before. No, he needed rest. My full balls could wait. I pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs. I pulled a blanket out of the closet and draped it over his nude form. Jules sighed in his sleep.
“Sleep well.” I kissed his temple. I figured he’d be up for dinner.

To my surprise, he slept until morning. At dawn, I was woken up by someone kissing my chest.
“Jules?” I slurred.
“Good morning.”
“The sun isn’t up…” I noted, one eye closed.
“Yeaah… too early to want your dick then?”
I thought. “No. Help your self.” I flung back the sheets and rolled onto my back.
He exhaled. “Oh god yess…”

I slipped in and out of sleep in a fog of pleasure as he stroked me to full hardness and rode me like a cowboy. His moans were beautiful, like angel song. I managed to open my eyes just to see him throw back his head in ecstasy as he came. I filled his tight ass, and the black spots in my vision over took me again.

I woke up some time later, under a very familiar blanket. Bed was empty though. Damn. Missed him before work. He did leave me a lovely breakfast in the fridge though, with a note:
“Thank you so much for letting me sleep and for the sex this morning. I feel AWESOME today! You’re such a great boyfriend. <3 Jules.”
I nearly cried. Loved that boy.

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Parker wasn’t super sure about dating a merman at first. They had a reputation for being so demanding, and so very needy. Seafood only diets weren’t cheap either! Better than feeding vampires though. Still.
Parker couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of a naked man run into the surf – which had to be freezing, Jesus christ – and dive in. A moment later, the silhouette changed into the fish shape. Parker heard a distant cry of pleasure mixed in with roar of the waves. Must be so liberating, but poor guy – he’d been so grouchy and itchy lately. At least this way he could rub against the sand and finish molting his scales.

Despite his boyfriend’s many needs, and the large water bill, Parker’d never been happier. He thought back to a few days ago, when they stayed up late – Parker braiding his boyfriend’s hair, making love until 3 am. Apparently mermen get needy before they start molting – who knew? At five months into the relationship, there was still a lot to discover. And many more trips to the ocean to be had.

Parker let him swim. He went to fill two buckets with fresh water for his boyfriend to rinse off with later, and he also checked the cooler full of ice. Supposedly there’d be fresh fish for dinner if the hunt went well. He rubbed his shoulders and numb hands and went back inside the camper to finish repairing that laptop he was fixing. The merman would be in the sea for a while. No need to stand out in the cold barefoot.

Inside the camper, Parker made himself some coffee. He sat at the table and gazed at the window at the broody sea under the slate sky. No sign of his man. But at some point, he’d walk out of the surf…naked…dripping…scales gleaming and freshly polished. His skin would taste of sea water. Muscles would be strong and exercised. His kiss would be hot. No doubt he would pin Parker down and overwhelm him with his dominance and marine scent…

It took Parker a moment to realize he was rubbing his cock through his thermal layer. There was a wet spot. He coughed and undid the buttons before shoving his hand inside, seeking his throbbing and leaking cock. Fuck he hoped no one would be looking in the windows!

Where was he? Oh yeah… being dominated by a successful hunter…

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jacksnewdick:

Men loving men🍌.

Malcolm leaned against the doorframe. “BOY! On the sofa. I’ve been looking at porn and I need to unload, now.”
Antonio put down his colored pencils and got on the sofa at the sight of Sir standing there in only a shirt. Antonio loved being given orders by an alpha male. On all fours, he could feel the weight of his full balls and the metal band around them.
Malcolm flipped the lube cap open. “Nah. On your back. Spread those legs for me.”
“Yes Sir.”
Malcolm lubed up his cock and tossed the bottle on the coffee table. “Perfect.” He put his knees on the sofa and steadied himself using the back support. He stroked himself to sooth his straining erection. “Knees up a little.”
“Yes sir.”
Malcolm pushed into Antonio, waiting for that little squeak as he adjusted, and then pushed in the rest of the way. He let out a deep moan as the velvet walls gripped him. Antonio threw back his head and gasped. “Oh Sir!”
“Fuck you feel good!” Malcolm curled his fingers around Antonio’s chastity cage and enjoyed the heat in his hand. He locked eyes with Antonio and smirked. Antonio gulped. Malcolm pushed up his thighs, pulled out until the head caught, and thrust back in. “Yeah! That’s it boy!” Malcolm worked Antonio’s hole, pounding it with the fury of his lust. Keeping that boy horny was the best idea he ever had.
Antonio grasped the arm of the sofa. He balls became sore from being full and jostled. His cock swell and strained. He squirmed under the relentlessness power of an alpha in full rut. Antonio found it hard to look directly at him, he was so intimidating. So Antonio just kept his eyes locked on that strong chest and shoulders flexing under the thin fabric of the tee. “Aahh Sir!”
“Oh, yeah! FUCK!” Malcolm squeezed hard into Antonio’s thighs and roared as he came. He emptied his balls full from porn he’d been consuming. He filled Antonio’s passage until it squirted out. Malcolm gave him a few more wet thrusts, vocalizing under his breath. A wave of utter bliss and satisfaction flooded through his muscular frame. “God I love fucking you..”
“Thank you.” Antonio’s hand drifted to his cage. It was leaking onto his balls, which were dark and red.
“Ah ah – no.”
Antonio whimpered.
“No,” Malcolm said. He pulled out. He watched the cum leak out of Antonio’s twitching hole. “Yes…lovely.”
“I’m so fucking horny Sir please-”
Malcolm silenced him with a look. He held up a finger and left the room. Antonio heard the fridge open and close and he groaned. Malcolm returned carrying a flat ice pack you use to wrap around sore muscles.
“Sir.” Antonio protested when Malcolm came back in.
“Stay on your back, boy.”
Antonio exhaled. Malcolm put the ice pack over Antonio’s full cock and balls. He mewled.
“Once you’ve calmed down, clean the cum off the sofa.” Malcolm paused in the doorframe. “If you keep leaking, put a condom around it. Don’t want to find any messes under the coffee table again.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Antonio?”
“Yes Sir?”
“You’re a good boy.” Malcolm left to go shower and put his pants back on. “Wait no.” He stuck his head back in. “MY good boy.”

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A BOY’S BEST VIEW

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When I started working for Sir, he told me: If you be a good whore for me, boy, I’ll take you places, treat you right, spoil you rotten. I”ll dress you in brand names, you’ll sleep on down, and eat like an epicurean. But it won’t be for no reason. You will be earning it every day with your ass and body, and you will feel the results of your indiscretions swiftly. It’s like the stock market. Invest well, and reap your rewards.

Shame to say, I’m a little bit spoiled now. Sir works my body well, and I worship him in return. I think I’ve gotten a little relaxed now, and perhaps a little bored, because I actually had the gall to ask Sir last night – “Sir, when we met you said, If I be a good whore you...why don’t you let me please your friends too? I want to impress your friends with how well you’ve trained me.”
And he sort of studied me for a minute, trying to figure out if I had insulted him or not. I realized at that moment I had made a serious mistake, because if he thought I was, the punishment was going to be devastating. …but his friends had been asking to fuck me. After some consideration, Sir began to let me fulfill my role as his special little whore… but he locked my cock up first. Serves me right. I still thanked Sir though for reminding me of my place though.

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Jack tossed his cap on the counter. “Stop stop. I’ve had enough of
this. Aaron this, Aaron that. You can’t go one hour without saying his
name. I know I invited you over here cause you’ve been depressed, but
now I see that’s cause you’re just wallowing in it.”
Mick pouted.
“Well I mean – what do you expect me to do? It was such a stupid fight,
and it was going so well. He was so hot, and he fucked me a lot. How can I live
my life knowing if he will or won’t ask me back. I miss him.”
Jack walked up to Mick. “If he takes you back, don’t go.”
“W-what? Why not? I would in a heartbeat! It’s all I can think about.”
“Aaron
didn’t appreciate you. He didn’t care about your feelings. Do you
listen to yourself when you talk about the fight? From what I hear Aaron
barely acknowledged you were in a relationship. Sounds like he kept you
around as a convenient lay. You deserve better. And yeah he’s hot.
Maybe he’s a good fuck. But you’re so young, and have so many hot fucks
ahead of you. Don’t waste your best years on dumb guys who don’t treat
you well., especially in bed.”
“Easy for you to say! You have no
problem getting guys. It’s so hard…I’m not hot like you. I don’t know
when my next fuck or boyfriend comes along?”
Jack smiled a little. “You think I’m hot, Michael?”
Mick flushed. “Well – I mean, you’re attractive yeah. Hotter than me.”
Jack
lifted Mick’s chin with his thumb. “Hey. Don’t put yourself down so
much. You have a classic, American boy next door look. And those boys
becomes hot daddies. Definitely desirable.”
Mick’s gaze glanced to
the side. “Everyone wants a model’s face. A boy next door look? I don’t
know anyone who finds that attractive.”
“Me.”
Mick swallowed. “…You?”
“Yeah.”
“…But you’d never fuck me.”
Jack smiled. “You never asked.”
Mick blinked.
“It
doesn’t have to mean anything, but…if you let me, I’d show you just
what it’s like when a man cherishes you during sex. I feel like you’ve
never had that. Makes me sad.”
“Cherishes …me?” Mick whispered.
“Yes. Can I kiss you?”
Mick considered his friend’s face and then nodded.

Jack
didn’t pounce, but leaned in, gentle as a kitten. Mick exhaled softly
through his nose. Jack didn’t rush to grope. He waited for Mick to
relax, kiss back. That’s when he cupped the back of Mick’s head and took
a step forward, deepening it, adding tongue. He half expected Mick to
tighten, panic, withdraw, grumble how it was all a mistake. But Mick
melted against him. His pulse quickened. He twisted his fingers in
Jack’s shirt. There. He was ready.

They never made it to the bed.
Almost. Mick had Jack standing up, hand braced on the mattress for
support. Jack didn’t want to break the touches, the kisses. The way Mick
was caressing him was divine. It made him feel so warm. All that horny
frustration was floating right to the surface. For the first time he
felt so impatient to be fucked. He arched against Jack, trying to convey
how he felt. His head was too muzzy for speech. It took Mick a moment
to realize that he was acting slutty. It excited him. He’d never been so
deep in bottom headspace before. Hell, his own cock seemed kind of
irrelevant. He was hard for sure, but Jack’s cock was much more
interesting. He wanted it. He wanted a man inside him. Jack heard a voice say. “Put it in me.” and was shocked to realize it was his own.

When
Jack penetrated him, his knees nearly gave in. Oh sweet merciful Jesus,
it didn’t even hurt! I just slid right in. Mick could smell the scent
of lube and sweat and cum. The scent of sex. Was it really supposed to
be like this? Could it always be like this? It was never like this was Aaron.

Mick decided Jack was right – if Aaron tried to take him back, he wouldn’t go.

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Daniel Avshalumov by Dorien Jimenez – Fucking Young!

Zach wiggles out of his pants. “Ugh I hate wearing the same clothes I’ve worn in an airport. Can you pass me my olive pants out of my suitcase, love?”
“Yeah sure, babe.” I set my empty beer can on the desk and walk over to where his suitcase is up on a stand. “Jeez, no wonder why your suitcase weighed so much. You got so much stuff in here!”
“Nuh uh, I cut sooo much stuff out. Still kind of stressing about it.”
“If I can be fine with half this, you’ll be fine.” I push aside some rolled shirts and a plastic bag full of bottles and containers. I hold it up and read the labels. “Collagen… retinol…moisturizers… what IS all this stuff?”
“Pants please!” He asks. I look over at him, lying there in his underwear.
“Pants can wait.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Someone is in a mood.”
“I would be more so if it wasn’t for the jet lag and the fact I’m exhausted.”
“Mmm shame.”
For a moment I just stand there, stunned at the toss-away casualness of it all. Zach has a sexual aura that roared around him like a wildfire but he welded it and batted it around like it was a goddamn balloon. How intimidating.
I yawn. “Let’s at least sleep in the bed one night before we stain the sheets.”
“Oh fine, but like, we don’t have to like, fuck. You could kiss me for a bit…”

“I think I may have enough energy for that actually…” I toss the plastic bag back into the suitcase. “What is all that stuff though?”
“Oh you know, my stuff for my night routine, my day routine, for my skin, my face, my eyes, my nails, and my make up…”

I stop at the foot of the bed, and follow the path with my gaze from his feet up his willowy legs to the black bulge to the curve of his stomach and the ridges of ribs.

“Do you really need all that stuff? You’re easy on the eyes as is.”
Zach scoffs and looks a little embarrassed. “Uh, duh. I look like a hot mess otherwise.”
“Naaahhh I love you even out of the shower.”
Zach smooshes the pillow over his face. “Stoooop.”
“Nope. I mean it.” I crawl onto the bed and spread out next to him. “You don’t need it.”
“It’s different, cause I’m a bottom,” he says in a muffled voice.
I bark out a laugh. “What does that have to do with anything? What does that have to do with your butt?”
Zach pushes the pillow away and rolls to his side to look at me. “Listen, I can’t explain why all species of gay all act the way they do -”
I cut him off without another rude laugh. “Species??”
“Yes! Don’t laugh.” Zach hits me with the pillow.
”oof!”
“Species. Femme twink bottoms are judgemental, catty bitches, and we if don’t all look amazing 100% of the time, we don’t get men. It’s like expected of us. Plus, like seriously I kind of like make up…”
I furrow my brow. “But we met at the pool. You weren’t wearing make up then. You were wet. And you still got a man.”
Zach stares at me.
“Gotcha.”
“No! I was wearing waterproof mascara,” Zach insists.
“Yeah that’s what made me want you. Oh baby, that twink is wearing mascara that isn’t running, my cock is sooooo hard.”
Zach hits me with the pillow again. “You are such a bitch!”
I laugh and hit him back with it. “Don’t be mad if I didn’t notice.”
“I would have been more mad if you hadn’t done such a good job blowing me behind the pool house.” Zach adjusts the position he’s resting in so his arm doesn’t fall asleep.
“Mmn. Blowjobs forgive all huh.”
Zach sticks his tongue out at me.
I toss the pillow behind us. “So what species of gay am I?”
“Hmm.” He licks his lip. “The No Way type.”
“The…No Way type?” I repeat.
“Yeah. You’re one of those guys we see in a bar -or a pool, I suppose- and we’re like, nooo way that guy is gay AND single AND is into my type. Too good looking, too nice, too witty, the jeans fit too well… like there’s no fucking a way such a perfect guy would even give me the time of day.”
I pluck at the sheets. “You think I’m perfect?”
Zach considers me. “You can’t cook for shit.”
“Ha. That’s true, at least. You thought I was straight at an LGBT week pool party though?”
“There’s straight allies you know. And bi guys.”
“I guess that’s true…I’m glad you talked to me though. I was a little scared to approach you.”
“W-what? Why?”
I trace the outline of Zach’s cheek and jawbone with an errant finger. “Cause you’re like this alpha twink. All the skittish younger ones kept looking at you, watching what you were doing. Like when you got out of the pool, heads turned, Zach. You have this super confidence life force that makes people notice.”
Zach turns red. “Are you sure they weren’t staring cause of the Speedo I was wearing?”
“You were wearing more clothes than some people,” I point out.
Zach reaches for the pillow again and puts it over his face. “None of that is true.”
I chuckle. “It is, you silly boy.” I push the pillow away. “I mean it. I’m glad you spoke to me.”
Zach smiles. “Thank you for answering. And thank you for asking me on this trip. When you asked me to go with you on your vacation, I was really happy.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I manage a lazy, drowsy smile. “I’m happy you said yes. I’d be lonely without you…” I cup his chin and brought it forward so our lips could meet. As I kiss Zach, I feel myself losing grip on keeping myself awake. We’ve been awake over 24 hours at this point. I’m glad he suggested we brush our teeth when we landed, cause he tastes good and fresh and his skin is warm and scented. It’s familiarity in an unfamiliar place. “Mnnnn..” I nuzzle his cheek and neck. “Smell good…” Our knees bump together.
“You up for a little more?” Zach purrs as he caresses my arm

I can’t remember what I said. At some point, Zach must have taken my glasses off because I woke up at 4 am local time without them on. He’d also tucked me in. Sweet lad. I kiss his cheek, then get up to shower and shave. I have a plan to have a walk around the city in pre-dawn hours, and maybe pick up some breakfast to take back to the hotel. That’s because I intend to spend the morning making last night up to him. To convey this to Zach, I position the lube and condoms on the night stand before heading to shower.

In the shower, my cock finally gets the memo. “Oh now you’re awake. Sorry bud, you gotta wait now. Let’s get you nice and clean at least.”

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Udaipur 🕊…#bakchicontour #india (à Udaipur, Rajasthan)

“Aatma, why do you look so sad?”
Aatma turned his gaze away from the sunset and toward his mother. “I wonder how many more of these sunsets I must watch alone. If I will never get to watch the sun set with someone by my side.”
She placed a decorated hand on his son’s shoulder. “My darling, do not worry. You are young, and you will marry.”
“How am I supposed to marry when women make me panic?”
“You are young. We will find the right match.”
Aatma sighed. “There are many beautiful women in India, but when I look at them, I feel like it means nothing to me. I don’t desire to hold women, or touch them, or lie with them to bear children… but I want to marry. What is wrong with me mother?”
His mother watched the sun dip below the water. Below their vantage point, servants were lighting the fires around the kingdom walls. “Perhaps you are a bit slower in coming of age than your brothers were. Perhaps you are still a boy in your heart who has not awakened into a man.”
Aatma furrowed his brow. “But how can I awaken mother?”
“We can consult a swami tomorrow. Or the physician. But perhaps you should go on journey and seek knowledge. When you return from such a journey, your heart should be ready to settle.”
Aatma crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “A journey…”
“Or I could just give you to…” His mother paused, clucked at herself, and waved her hand back and forth. “No. No. So silly.”
Aatma lifted his head. “What is it mother?”
She adjusted her
dupatta. “The kingdom across the river. When we went there for the holiday last month, do you remember Darshan? He sat at our table.”
“Oh yes. The big man who laughed a lot. He was there with his son.”
“Yes,” his mother said with a smile. “He tells lots of jokes. His son kept asking me about you.”
Aatma blinked. “Me?”
“You remember him well?”
Aatma did. “Yes, he had a nice smile. He we had a lovely conversation about poetry. What was his name? S something too right?”
“Shahil. Yes.” His mother gestured and they began to walk together.
“Shahil…that’s right.”
“When were leaving, you went to the bathroom, and Shahil asked if you were married. I said no, and he said if you could not find a bride, he’d marry you. He was quite drunk. It was a joke. I doubt he’d even remember.”
Aatma stopped in his steps. “He said that?”
“Yes. Are you offended, my darling son? Oh, I should have not said anything!”
“No…I’m, rather charmed.” Aatma thumbed his chin. “I wonder if he’d like to travel with me?”
“Oh! Oh wouldn’t that be perfect? An ideal traveling companion. I will talk to your father at once to send word to Darshan first thing in the morning.”
“Oh mother you mean it?”
“Yes. I’d feel much better if you went with someone too.”
Aatma embraced her. “I agree. Oh, my spirits have lifted, mother. My heart feels at peace already.”
“Oh my darling, I am so happy to hear that. All I want is for you to be happy.”

Later that night, Aatma lay awake in bed and thought about Shahil’s odd drunken confession. Marry a man? Was that even possible? You couldn’t conceive a child through such a relationship. But could Aatma find beauty in a man like he could a woman? Aatma thought of Shail’s strong nose and deep brown eyes. Could he grow old and wise with a man? He thought of their conversations about poetry, astronomers, and politics. Could he grow to love a man as he would a woman? Lie with them? Touch them… Aatma remembered the glimpse down Shahil’s shirt as he leaned forward that one time, and tried to picture what was down further. Aatma’s mind wandered, and to his astonishment, found himself becoming quite stimulated and warm…

Across the river, Shahil watched his male companion sleep and told himself he really needed to stop thinking about Aatma. It had been a month, he’d likely never see that man again. His father kept pressuring him to get married too. Ugh, he just wanted to run away from here and write poetry!

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I had to try it. “Position 2, boy!” To my sheer delight, he dropped down into second position – knees wide, ass up, back arched, arms straight. It wasn’t the most elegant pose in mid-calf boots, stiff camo pants, and a thick belt, but it still got all the technical marks for accuracy. “Very nice, boy.” He sort of looked at me, wondering why I’m making him sit in this pose all of a sudden during our casual chat. I can’t help but smirk. The military’s bootcamp regimen is to break you down to build you back up into the obedient solider it demands in the field. Yet, despite the breaking and rebuilding, they could not erase the dungeon I’d bestowed on this young man. Dare I assume that his love of following my orders lead him to join the military? 

Who knew. But when he was on a break from service, he called me. Begged me. He wanted to come play. He wanted a fuck. I wish I recovered the call. I love hearing a boy be honest with who he was and not be ashamed of it. He would get what he wanted. But first, before we did any playing or fucking, I had to see how well he still responded to my commands.

I walked in a circle around him. Flawless. Perhaps I should test him on all the commands to make sure he still knew them.
“Good boy. Position 1, lad.”

He stood up straight, feet slightly apart, hands behind his back. A natural pose for a military man.
“Good boy. Great posture.”
He beamed.
“Procedure 2, lad.”

I became quite aroused as I watched him strip off his clothing and fold them into a neat pile. My worries about his training fading away disappated. This was still my boy. We could play like we used to.

It was a real struggle deciding what to do with him first. I edged him while I thought about it.

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A solid fist rapped at the door.
Donovan raised his head. “It’s open.”
AJ let himself in. He paused in the door frame. “Good lord.” He closed the door.
Donovan
gave him a moment to clarify what he meant, but when the man did not,
he said his speech: “There’s condoms in the bowl, waters in the
mini-fridge. Leave the money on the dish on the fridge.”
“Right to
business. I normally like that but…” AJ paused with his hand on his belt
buckle, his half hard cock straining against his jeans.
Donovan raised his head. “What’s wrong?”
AJ glanced around. “You’ve been busy tonight.”
“My ass isn’t particularly much to look at, but there’s a reason men come back often.”
AJ
grunted and dropped the money in the dish. “Not what I meant. I mean
look at this place…” He adjusted the pillows on the small sofa. Picked
up the wadded up blanket and folded it. He set it on a chair, and put
the bedroom pillows on top of it in a balanced stack. AJ took a hoodie
and shirt off the back of the chair and hung them in the closet. Donovan
watched him, too astonished for words. A dry towel hung on a coat rack
was relegated to the bathroom. He even filled a coffee mug with water
from the sink and watered the plant.

“Uh,” Donovan said.
“Get up.”
“P-pardon?”
“Get up.” AJ gestured with a flick of his hand.
Donovan glanced at his crotch, then up at his face. “Ok… up where?”
“Where’s your clean sheets?”
“Uh…bathroom, linen closet behind the door?”
AJ
found it easily. Not too many spaces things could be in a studio
apartment. He pulled out a fitted sheet and sniffed it. It’d do. “Ok.
I’m going to change the bed. Go take a shower.”
“Dude what the fuck man. If this isn’t clean enough for you, you can go get your dick wet at a hotel or something.”
“I’ve
paid for you, and I want you, and I’m going to have you. But your
thirst and impatience for cock is making you ignore the first rule of
business – first impression are everything, boy. Now go shower. And
moisturize.”

Donovan rolled his eyes and closed the door. Ten
minutes later, he came out smelling like lotion. He paused for a moment
in the doorway of the bathroom, caught off guard a tad by how nice it
looked. Everything was tidied, floor cleared. Bed straightened. Dishes
in the sink. There was a change in sound in the room, and a breeze. It
took Donovan a minute to process why.
“Dude people are going to hear us with the window open.”
AJ
smirked and pulled off his belt. “I better fucking hope so, or I’m
taking some of those bills back.” He folded the belt in half and tapped
Donovan on the butt. “On the bed with you.”

Donovan flashed a grin. “Alright, that’s what I’m talking about.” He tossed AJ the lube.
AJ
ripped a condom opened with his teeth. He sighed when his cock was
freed. It dripped a strain of pre on the floor. “Wait’s almost over…
don’t you worry.”
AJ didn’t anticipate Donovan needing to be
stretched, and he was right. Boy was warm and ready to go. The young man
tensed a little around the final inch, sending frisson up AJ’s spine.
“Good lord, yeah… I get it now. Fits like a glove.” He gave that ass a
complimentary squeeze from both size.
Donovan moaned under him.
“Good
whore… man, I love whores. God bless whores.” AJ held Donovan down with
a palm on the back of his skull and pounded that ass, working out all
his frustrations and stress from the road. He was quite surprised to
last as long as he did. The few final thrusts left the bed as crooked as
when AJ arrived. He rested his weight on Donovan’s back, drifting in
and out of a daze, until his strength came back to pull out.

AJ
sat back on the edge of the bed, caught his breath, and watched his cock
soften against his leg. He tied off the condom and held it up to look
at it. “Shit, look at this. It’s like the size of my left nut.”
Donovan twisted to see. “Judging by what was hittin’ the back of me, your nuts were a lot bigger than that.”
AJ smirked. “Well not anymore. Not after your fine ass milked all that jizz out. Things should fit better in my underwear now.”
“Another satisfied customer~”
AJ jiggled Donovan’s buttocks. “Golden arches: A million served?”
Donovan barked out a laugh. “A million served. Christ, no. My hole couldn’t take that.”
“You take care of your ass, it’ll handle dick until you die, boy.” AJ threw the condom in the trash on top of a pile of tissues.
“Man, wouldn’t that be a way to go… fucked to death.”

A knock came at the door. Donovan glanced at the clock over the door. “Oh there’s another. I’ll let him know-”
AJ held up a hand. “It’s fine. There’s someone in here, but you can come in.”
A Hispanic man walked in. “Fuck, is there a two for one special in here?”
AJ laughed and hefted his balls. “I’m all empty. You mind if I watch though?”
The man raised an eyebrow and licked his lip. “God look at your pecker…fine by me, if it’ll get you hard.”
Donovan interrupted. “Excuse me.”
“What?” Both men said at the same time.
Donovan gestured to the plate above the fridge.
AJ picked his pants up off the floor. “Fine, fine.”

The man added his share to the pile. “This looks like a buy in for poker,” he joked. “Hope I get a royal flush.”
AJ sauntered over to add new bills to the pile. “Well it won’t be a straight flush, I’ll tell ya that right now.”
The
Hispanic man clutched his belly as he laughed. “This is gonna be a fun
night! I can already tell.” He began to unbutton his shirt. “You know
how I know?”
Donovan shook his head. “
”Cause it looks real nice in here. I like that. Dirty space, dirty putas you know? It’s like a restaurant. If the bathroom is dirty, dios mio, don’t look at the kitchen.”

Donovan
shot a look at AJ. AJ gave that ass another squeeze. “Told you,” he
mouthed to Donovan. AJ stood up and acquiesced the bed to the next
guest, then grabbed a water and settled on the sofa to watch.

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Captions are fictional. Can’t stop the signal, Mal.