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by ccallenreese

everydaysagreatday:

“Hi Davey.”
“Hi Detrix.”
“It’s Monday.”
“Yes, Davey.”
“And I don’t have to go to work today because Christmas is on Thursday.”
“Yes.”
“And we had some fun this morning didn’t we?”
Detrix grinned. “Yes we did.”
“And now we’re lounging around in our pajamas. And you’re wearing my old pants which is so adorable.”
“Is it?”
“It is. And you’re making me coffee.”
“Yes, I am, Davey.” Detrix couldn’t stop smiling.
Davey kissed him on the cheek. “And best of all, you’re my boyfriend.”
Detrix turned pink. “You like me still? After three years?”
“Yep. I don’t see that changing any time soon.”
Detrix stammered a few words then stopped trying to conjur words. “Here’s your coffee, boyfriend.”
Davey giggled. “Thank you, boyfriend. Should I fry up some bacon for breakfast?”
“Shirtless?”
Davey looked down at himself. “I should put an apron on.”
“Apron on, pants off?” Detrix said hopefully.
“Well. You did make me coffee. I am obliged.”
“Yesssss,” Detrix said. “Well it’s confirmed. How I feel about you is not changing any time soon.”
Davey just smiled and went to get the apron. He looked pretty pleased.

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“See, nothing’s coming out.”
John pushed Bob’s hand away. “Forget about making it squirt. You’re treating it more like a teat then a cock.”
“Hey!” Bob protested. “It is my cock, and sorry there isn’t my room with my fingers there.”
John put his hands up. “No offense given. But you’re not gonna satisfaction out of it like that. I swear, chastity will fix this.”
“it won’t make my dick bigger…”
“No. But it will break your fixation on trying to masturbate and making yourself frustrated. It will refocus your sexual energy on your p-spot, and it will let you enjoy longer sessions of arousal and more fulfilling orgasms.”
“…More fulfilling orgasms when I masturbate?”

John grinned. “There won’t be more of that.”
“What??”
“See, this is the fixation I told you about. You don’t need masturbation. You have the perfect cock for chastity. Once you stop focusing on your frustration, you will have the long and satisfying sexual experiences you always dreamed of. Just – not through your cock. Through sex. Through vibration. Through touch. Through a million ways you are ignoring right now to do…whatever you’re doing right now.”
Bob stopped jerking himself and considered John with a wary look. “I have a perfect cock huh?”
“Mmhmm. And once you’re locked up, it’ll look even beautiful set against your big full balls.”
The corner of Bob’s mouth lifted. “You really think I’m attractive down there?”
“I do. I see you have so much potential.” John set the velvet bag on the coffee table. The metal pieces inside made soft clanks as it rested on the wooden surface. “One week. Then we can re-evaluate.”
“One week…” Bob looked at the bag a long time. “But I still haven’t cum. I want to cum before we uh, do this.”
John liked this negotiation. It meant Bob wanted this. And was going to surrender. He liked this very much. Bob just wanted one little thing. John could deliver. He took out the vibrating wand, and told Bob to lie down on the sofa.
In one minute, he had Bob moaning and writhing as the vibrating head danced around his cock like silk draped across it over and over. He rubbed his thumb against the underside of that stiff nub, and suddenly it went off like a firecracker – jerking and squirting, balls high in their sac. John ignored the flecks on his shirt. Bob let out a deep moan. “Oh my god – fuck!” His muscles in his stomach tensed and flexed, thighs fluttering, arteries pulsing.

John turned some of the vibration on his balls and taint, helping all the backed up fluid out. He waited until the peak of the heat subsided. “There…feel better now?”
Bob nodded in a daze. “Wow.”
“Now imagine that two times stronger. Three times. Four times.”
“No way…”
“Oh yes, it’s possible. Let’s get you cleaned up and locked up. You’ll be so happy after a week. You’ll feel like you feel now, but better. Will you trust me?”
Bob looked down at his cock. It was soft now and had mostly retracted. He also saw the mess. The amount of cum on his belly was impressive. He wanted that again and again. He wanted to have big strong orgasms and feel like a virile man. He was tired of being ashamed of his small penis and worrying about masturbating. It was time to take ownership of it.
“Yes. I’ll trust you. Let’s do it.”
Bob was surprised when John kissed him. “Thank you. I’m going to get a washcloth. Stay there.”
“Yeah don’t worry about that. After that orgasm, I ain’t moving.”

Later that evening, after John left, Bob spent a good half hour staring at himself in the mirror. There was just a silver cap now where he was used to seeing his dick. But man, he couldn’t stop staring at his balls! They were so large! It made him feel like a virile stud. He was relieved at having met John. Things were definitely going to be better now.

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universitybookstore:

LINES FOR A CHRISTMAS CARD

May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.

– Hilaire Belloc

[THIS IS PART THREE OF AN ONGOING FICTIONAL STORY. PART TWO IS HERE, WITH LINK TO PART ONE HERE].

Jason thought he could forget about the letter. It sat on his dresser, across from the bed, so unfortunately it was the first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he saw at night. So he put it  in the nightstand drawer, but that didn’t help because everytime he saw the nightstand he thought of the letter.

He couldn’t figure out why it bothered him so much. It was probably just a plain “Merry Christmas, love Dad” card that would do nothing but infuriate him. Or maybe it was just full of mean things like, “We never want to see you again”. But the card had a Christmas stamp on it, which seemed like something you wouldn’t do if you were putting hate in the mail. Also it was sent certified mail.

Eventually, Jason decided that if he was going to move on with his life – as he had so proclaimed to himself many times – that he was going to have to open it and get the elephant out of the room.

So a couple days after Christmas, Sam was off on a hockey playdate with a friend and Jason was alone in the house with Daryn and Adam. They had spent the morning knocking snow off the roof and gutters, and taking down the lights buried under said snow. They shoveled the walkway, filled the bird feeders, and also had a pinecone fight. This escalated into a snowball fight, and that’s when Jason discovered Adam used to play baseball in college.

They stumbled into the house laughing and freezing, with melting snow running down the backs of their necks. Daryn offered to make some hot soup and grilled cheese. That got a unanimous vote of ‘yes’.

Adam was leaning against the counter waiting for water to boil. Jason had gone downstairs to his basement bedroom to change into dry clothes, but he came upstairs with more than a different outfit. In his hand was the envelope. Adam blinked. “You haven’t opened it yet?”
Jason shook his head and tossed it on the table. “I don’t know if I want to, but my desire to make it go away is now bigger than my desire to not open it.”
Daryn poked the toast frying in the pan. “Do you want us to open it?”
Jason took a Diet Coke out of the fridge and sat at the table. “I don’t know. I feel like I should just not be a pussy and open the damn thing.”
“How about this?” Adam suggested. “We open it. If there’s a shitty message inside, you never see it, and we go outside and set it on fire.”
Daryn looked at him. “Honey, seriously.”
“But if there’s a nice message in there, we’ll give it back.”

Jason set the Diet Coke down and turned the envelope over in his hands. It had come in one of those white flat-rate size envelopes. “No, I’ll open it. But thanks for giving me the option in case I pussy out.”
“My pleasure – oo, water’s boiling.” Adam turned off the kettle and poured water into two mugs.
Jason watched Daryn cooking and Adam making tea. “I’ll open it after lunch.”
“Ok,” Daryn said with a smile. “No rush. Can you set the table?”
“Gladly.”
“Don’t forget the Sriracha!” Adam piped up.

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Adam set the plates in the sink. “God I am so full.”
“I really shouldn’t have eaten three grilled cheese sandwiches,” Jason noted.
“But it was worth the pain wasn’t it?” Adam asked.
“Every bite.”
Daryn leaned back and put a hand over his stomach. “I’ll take those as compliments.”
Adam patted him on the shoulder and sat back down. Jason picked up the envelope, which was resting on Sam’s chair, and set it on the table.
“Ready?” Daryn inquired.
Jason shrugged. He fingered the white pull tab embedded in the paper envelope. “It’s like ripping off a bandaid.” He pulled the tab and it made a ripping noise as it separated from the paper. Jason shook the envelope and a light green greeting card envelope fell on the table.
Daryn raised an eyebrow. “Looks like there’s something in there besides a card.”
Jason frowned at it. It just said “Jason” on the back. He opened it with this thumb under the envelope flap, careful not to give himself a paper cut. He peered into it.
Adam and Daryn were looking at him intensively.
“Uh, well, it’s a greeting card.” Jason said. He pulled it out from its spine. When it came loose from the envelope, cash spilled on the table.
“Woah!” Adam and Daryn said at the same time.
“Holy cow!” Jason added. “Dude  – dude these are hundreds!”
Adam set his mug down and leaned forward. “All of them?”
Jason shook the card. “There’s…one two… five. Five hundred! Holy shit that’s a lot of money.”

“Yeah. Yeah it is. I hope there’s no strings attached to it,” Adam noted.
Jason tidied the money into a stack. “Well, I guess we’ll find out.”

The card was a vintage Christmas scene of a tree and toys. Black and white. Jason opened it and raised an eyebrow. He turned it outward to show it to Adam and Jason. The entire inside was covered in writing. In the middle, there was a small key taped to the card. The writing continued on the back, and there was another piece of notepaper taped to it where the letter continued.
“What does it say?” Adam said gently, the same moment as Daryn asked. “What’s the key for?”
Jason looked at the couple who were looking at eachother.
“Jinx!”
“That only works if we say the same thing, Adam.”
“Daw, I think you’re right.”
“Finish your tea love.” Daryn patted him on the knee.

Jason took a deep breath and began to read outloud:

“Dear Jason,

This is your dad. Well, I guess you knew that. I just–
Oh he crossed some of it out here…
Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I never meant for things to turn out this way. When we got in the fight in January, I thought you just went to a friends house. When you didn’t come home that night, I called your friends but no one had seen you. The next day I called the police, who found you at the shelter. I called the lady at the front desk of that shelter who threatened to have me prosecuted for leaving you out in the cold. I just hung up.”

Adam laughed at this. “Oh my god, that must be Laurie. I owe her cookies.” Daryn just shook his head.

“At that time, in January I mean, I told you to “get out”. I don’t know what I meant then, but I didn’t want you like to like leave forever. I don’t know how this turned into such a mess. It was a very knee-jerk reaction, when I yelled at you. And my parents, your mom’s parents, the church, told us we did the right thing by not going to find you. But it just didn’t feel like the right thing. It’s been eating me alive. I’ve been talking to someone, a doctor, on my break at work…your mother doesn’t know. But he’s also a dad, and he’s kind of helping me understand why I feel this way.”

Jason muttered. “Oh gee, you can’t understand why your kid left after you told him to get out and called him a fag, someone call a shrink. Gimme a break.” Adam snorted. Jason paused for a minute then kept going.

“Jason, I want you to understand that we’ve been Catholic for a long time. My parents have, their parents, Janie’s parents. When you’re little, and your parents and church teach you things, you just think that’s the way things are. You don’t question it too much. One of those things is homosexuality, and having a gay son turn gay-”
“Turn gay?” Daryn interjected. “Excuse me.”
“Shh, let him finish.”
 Jason coughed. “-is one of those things that means you failed as a parent: the mom loves too much, the dad not enough. Or someone molested your kid. Either way it means your child won’t have a relationship with god and will go to hell. It’s very very scary to hear that. Also, a lot of times they teach us that gay people are pedophiles, and with our other kids in the house, that also scared us. Your mother is still rather scared. The doctor tells me kids are just born gay, and they don’t “turn”. And they’re not pedos.”
“Of course we’re fucking not!” Daryn shouted.
Adam shushed him this time.
“-But it’s amazing how hard it is to change your instincts, your thinking, when you’re almost 50 years old. It’s like I’m fighting against myself. I’m trying. I don’t know if I’ll succeed. Continued in note…”

Jason removed the notepaper taped to the back.

“I can’t believe it’s almost been a year. I know you came back sometime in the spring and got some of your things while we were at work. I know you’ve been at the shelter for a while. I made a donation anonymously, but I don’t know how you’ve been managing though, and it keeps me up at night.
I’m giving you some cash to help get you things you need. I can’t take more out or your mother would get suspicious. I’ve put your SSN card and your birth cert into a lock box at the Wumpscutt branch of the Portland Bank, along with stocks, bonds, and your savings account. That’s what the key is for. You can use the savings account when you turn 18. Just don’t lose that key.”
Jason didn’t look up. “Holy shit, that’s awesome, I can get a job now!”
Daryn looked placated, “Well that’s nice at least.”

“Anyway. I miss you a lot. I wished we could have gone fishing this summer like we used to. I hope one day we can talk again, although I’lll understand if you never forgive me. Also, I thought I should let you know that I check your Instagram once in a while. You have it on public. I understand if you put it on private. But I like knowing you’re ok. All the best, Dad.”

Jason set down the letter. Quiet fell over the kitchen.

Adam spoke first. “Jason did you post any photos of us or Sam on your Instagram?”
Jason’s eyes went wide. He checked his phone. “Just one of Sam opening gifts. You can’t really see his face though, it’s from the side.”
”You should delete it,” Adam said in the most gentle way possible. “Unless you want your dad to know who you’re with.”
Jason shook his head. “I’ll delete it. And the one of the house I posted this morning.”
”Shit,” Daryn muttered.
“Good thing we only put the house number on the mailbox,” Adam noted.

Jason set his phone down on the table. He picked up the card, and after a moment of consideration, dropped with a sneer of digust. “I can’t believe the audacity of my old man. Look at me, I’m an old conservative asshole who is shocked -shocked I say! that the world isn’t what I was brainwashed to believe. So here’s some money and your identification papers, so go be an adult – you’re almost 18! same thing! while I work this shit out – by myself, cause I’m too much of a pussy to tell my wife maaaaaybe you should wait until your teenage son TELLS you to open his door after you knock.” Jason folded his arms. His chin quivered. “Just, fuck this!” he shoved the card and envelope onto the floor.
Adam and Daryn waited and held hands under the table.
”It’s not fair,” Jason whispered. “No one asked me if I wanted to be on my own yet.” Tears spilled from his eyes. Adam tsked and got up before the first one hit the table. It’s ok.” He knelt down and pulled Adam into a hug. “It’s ok. You have every right to be mad.”
Jason embraced him back. “Fuck, I need a stiff drink.”
That made Adam bark out a laugh.

Daryn stood up and walked into the dinning room. He came back with a bottle of bourbon, and poured some into a shot glass. Adam had given Jason a tissue box and he was blowing his nose. Daryn set the shotglass in front of Jason. “Here. You’ve been through enough shit. You earned a shot. Just don’t like it too much or get used to the idea.”
Adam gave Daryn a wary look. “Is this a good idea?”
”Is taking in a teenager who is still a minor and hiding him from his unstable parents a good idea? No. But we did it anyway, because it’s the right thing to do. And sometimes the right decisions aren’t always the best ones. All the adults in Jason’s life are making him grow up on their time. Not his. And if the world wants him to be an adult so damn much, then Jason can have a goddamn shot.”
Adam’s face softened. “I can’t argue with that.” He sat down next to Jason. “But as my husband said, don’t get used to it.”

Jason couldn’t believe this. He’d never been treated…well, not like a kid. He looked at the amber liquid in the glass. It wasn’t entirely full, but the pour was generous. He puffed up his chest and poured the bourbon down his throat. It tasted like someone poured rubbing alcohol through a barn door, and it burned like satan’s asshole. He coughed and sputtered, and whacked himself on his chest. “Jesus!” he wheezed.
Adam laughed. “Tasty huh?”
“How do you drink that stuff?!”
“Hey that shit’s sixty bucks a bottle. That’s the good stuff.” Daryn corrected. He had an amused grin on his face.
Jason looked concerned. “Good christ.” He blew his nose again. Daryn took the shotglass to the sink. Jason leaned back in his chair. A warm calm began to spread through him. He exhaled. It was nice. The anger faded. He felt a bit tired from working in the snow and eating so much food. Jason’s gaze drifted to the money on the table. He pushed it towards the parents’ end of the table. “Here.”

“Jason…” Adam said. “We can’t take this. It’s yours.”
”No. I want you guys to have it. You’ve been taking care of me. Feeding me. You let me stay here and furnished a whole room for me. You should have this.”
Adam and Daryn communicated telepathically. “Well,” Daryn said, “Adam and I will talk about it more later. But either way, we’ll hold on to it until we decide what to do. Either way, it’ll go towards you. Not us.”
Adam nodded. “Yeah. Hand me that white packing envelope.”
Jason did. Adam put the money inside. “Thank you Jason. You’re really a good kid.”

Jason smiled. He crumpled his Diet Coke can. “I’m going to go watch TV downstairs for a bit and practice guitar.”
”You go ahead. I gotta do laundry, so you may see me down there,” Daryn said.
Jason nodded. He got up, ignoring the card on the floor, and walked toward the living room. Jason tossed the can into the recycling bin, and then turned to face Adam and Daryn. “Hey uh…how did your parents take you coming out?”

Adam looked surprised. “Well. I told my parents and they were like, ‘oh we know.’ And I was like, ‘how??’ and they said when I was little I used to talk about how I was going to marry the Princes in the Disney movies.”
Daryn cracked up. “I’ve never heard this!”
“It’s true.”
Even Jason had to giggle. “That’s pretty funny.”
Daryn said, “I can even see your mom just like, carrying on making pasta or something without looking up.”
“Pretty much how it went. And I know how it went for you Daryn, but i’ll let you tell it.”
“Gee, thanks. As for me,” Daryn began, “My dad was teaching me how to fix a transmission in a piece of shit Galant or something; and I was distracted thinking about telling my dad and I couldn’t figure out what the fuck I was doing. He was waiting for me to do something, and I just blurted out that I was gay. My dad stared at me without blinking so long I thought he was like, broken, or something. Then he said – ‘is that your got-damn excuse for not being able to fix this transmission?’”
Adam grinned. “I love the way you mimic your dad.”
“It’s hilarious,” Jason agreed.
“Despite his goofy Boston accent, my dad’s a tough ol’ ex-Marine. He gave zero shits about where you stuck your pecker as long as you got the job done. And all he was really concerned about was grand kids, so he was way more chill when I told him I still wanted to be a father. He loves Sam to pieces.”
“I could sense that at Christmas. What about  your mom?” Jason asked.
Daryn licked his lower lip. “She passed when I was 10.”
“Shit. Sorry to hear that.”
Daryn shrugged. “Just how it goes.” A moment passed.

Jason hitched his jeans. “Thank you both for letting me stay here. I feel very lucky to have met you guys.” Jason quickly slipped away, leaving Adam and Daryn speechless.

Adam shook his head and picked up the card and notepaper from the floor. He stuck it in the envelope. “Heavy stuff,” he said.
Daryn wrapped his arms around Adam from behind. “It is. But despite the speed bumps, I’m glad you found him.”
“Oh you feel it too?”
“Feel what?”
“That our family is complete now.”
Daryn gave Adam a squeeze. “Yeah, I feel it too.”

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Soft music played from the speakers. The
warm water soothed our yoga-sore muscles. The vitamin E oil in the water
mixed with the rose oils and petals made it feel like we were soaking
in liquid silk. Benedict was reclining against my chest, eyes closed. I
could see the tiny movements of his eyes under his pale lids. I kissed
his temple. He smiled and reached for his wine glass.

These were
the moments I never thought I’d have with Benedict. With a more casual
lover, I would have just broke up with him, but there was no easy with
out of this one. I was smitten, in love. I wanted a life with Benedict,
but one thing had almost been a dealbreaker: his sex drive.

Benedict’s
sex drive simply did not have an off button. He craved sex frequently
and fervently. He seized upon any instance to touch, stroke, suck, or
put my dick inside of him. After being with him for a while, I began to
see two distinct patterns. One was just random horniness that needed to
be soothed, usually in the morning. The other was a side-effect of
exposure. He couldn’t see me change, or catch a glimpse of me in the
shower without getting hard and wanting to turn it into sex. If Benedict
saw my bulge while I watched TV in my boxer briefs, he had to try and
turn it into sex. Don’t get me started on swim trunks. We had a talk
about it more than once.

I hated letting him down, and leaving
him frustrated, especially because surprisingly Benedict wasn’t a big
fan of masturbation. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He felt
stupid, and kind of gross, especially after, so he tended to ignore his
urges until they were pent up. As long as he had a boyfriend, Benedict
did not see the point of self-pleasure. However, he was wearing me out.
Also sex wasn’t really appropriate or possible in some instances, which
lead to stress in our relationship.
What drove me crazy thought was
that I could see the potentional of our relationship underneath the
river of hormones, I just couldn’t dive down deep enough without being
swept away. Benedict wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be romantic. He
wanted to go on dates, and have fun, without bringing sex into
everything. Benedict told me once he wished he could see nude bodies in
museums the way artists did, instead of how perverts did.

That’s
when I realized Benedict knew that he was out of control himself, but
was too embarrassed to confess. So, I decided to take the Big Step
Forward in our relationship and assert myself. I locked his cock up in a
pretty metal cage. No pesky erections. No distraction. No masturbation.
Turns out, that his rampant hunger to be fucked only reared itself when
he was fully hard and ready to go. So as long as it was locked down,
his sex drive only simmered. It was much more manageable. The orgasms I
gave him were more powerful and lasted longer. Plus, Benedict found it
fun to postpone his orgasms until I could give him a really big one. When he thought to beg for sex, he found himself pausing, remembering the
fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys and torment instead of
quickies.

Slowly, we began to enjoy the rebirth of our
relationship. Here we were in a scene I never thought possible: we were
having a bath. That’s it. Just a bath, both of us, completely nude (well, him locked),
completely wet, and Benedict’s hand was no where near my cock. He was
sipping his wine and just relaxing. It was wonderful to just be us. I mean, we went to yoga as a couple today, and Benedict was an angel. He got to stare at my ass and didn’t get an embarrassing public boner. Everyone wins.

I
put my arms around his waist. Now, I could see a future together. The
same key that locks the chastity cage can also be used to open the key
to a boy’s heart.

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Text is fictional. I might have posted this before, but it was sitting in drafts, so I’m not entirely sure.

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[The fictional story below is a continuation from this.]

Jason strummed on guitar, working on stringing the chords together that Adam had taught him. He was antsy. Impatient. Adam and Daryn were running late. A text message said that Sam had been ill and threw up all over himself. Jason hoped Sam was ok. He had grown attached to the little guy; Jason had baby sat a few times and they had a swell time building Legos together.

Jason looked at his bags. A suitcase, wrapped in duct tape, and a duffel. His bulky winter coat was draped over his suitcase. 17 years, his entire life, now fit in two bags. He glanced up at the bed behind it. The bunk he’d spent the last year sleeping on was stripped to the mattress. It pleased him to know soon another lost soul would sleep there. Someone more lost than him. Cause right now, Jason felt very content in his place in the world. He was wanted.

In January, his parents had kicked him out after discovering he was gay. The shelter had been his home since he stumbled in that day, frozen to the bone. He had connected with Adam during guitar lessons that spring, and Adam and
Daryn

had invited Jason to join Thanksgiving with them. It was the first time Jason had realized he hadn’t been kicked out, but completely disowned. It had been bumpy, as it was also the first time he remembered what a home could feel like. It was an emotional time, but he left with a smile.

The shelter had felt different when he got back though. Just because he’d slept there, it didn’t mean it was home. He felt like a bother. Like he was invasive. Jason missed the family dynamic. He wanted a “home” and a “room” to call his own again, which logically didn’t make sense, because he was almost 18 and looking forward to going out in the world. Still, it’s easier to fledge when you have a nest to return to.

Jason had been absolutely dreading Christmas. Adam and
Daryn had invited him to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with them, just as they did Thanksgiving. He was relieved by that. But as high school ended for the holiday break, Jason ran out of things to keep him busy until Christmas Eve. He sulked. He played guitar. He took long walks in the snow. Although all the volunteer-based activities were on hold for the holidays, a counselor at the shelter told him that Adam was coming by for a guitar class anyway. Jason had enjoyed that.

He was not expecting for Adam to pull him aside after the class. He was also not expecting to be asked to sit down because he wanted to talk about something. And wow, was Jason shocked that Adam had invited to Jason to come live with him and his husband Daryn

for the rest of his senior high school year.
“Basically you’d come for Christmas Eve and just not leave. The basement is finished now. We have a room down there you could use,” Adam had said. Jason was just so stunned that he could only listen as Adam went on. “Daryn

and I can take care of you through your graduation. In the summer, we expect you to get a job and start contributing. You’ll also have to start community college or some sort of job training in fall, but you’re welcome to stay with us until you’re stable enough to get your own place.”
And Jason could only nod and bite his lip hard.
“Yes?” Adam had whispered.
Jason nodded harder and then threw his arms around Adam.

He just couldn’t believe it. This random gay couple had just totally adopted him pretty much. And they already had a five year old on their hands. And
Daryn

ran his own business. They were just incredible people. Jason plucked at his guitar and pondered how he would have never had met them unless he’d been thrown out. Maybe he’d see them in the grocery store one day or something out of the corner of his eye. Maybe in a parallel universe.

Maybe he’d see his own parents at the grocery store out of the corner of his eye one day. Jason’s gaze slid over to his duffel where presents for
Daryn, Adam, and Sam were carefully wrapped in dollar store wrapping paper and then padded in his own sweater. In there was also an envelope that had come for him yesterday. It was from his own dad. Jason didn’t know if he wanted to open it. He hadn’t heard from his family in…wow, almost a year. Jason sighed. It still felt weird to not get his siblings any presents. He’d missed their birthdays. His parents’ too. His grandfather’s… a part of him yearned for things to be like how they were before. But they weren’t. And couldn’t.

And although life was going great and he was looking forward to his future, Jason knew it was going to get bumpy. This summer, a friend from high school had hooked him up with a gig working at a summer camp. But without his social security card, and the fact he was a minor, Jason had a hard time getting hired. In the end, someone at the camp took pity on him and paid him cash. But as he turned 18 and began to go to college, and paying his own taxes, it’d get messy. Jason shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that.

He wanted to think about Christmas. And huge family meals. And playing Legos with Sam. And sledding. And getting better at guitar.
And finishing up high school. And maybe, getting up the courage to ask Ted out from his AP History class. Maaaaybe. That kid had to be gay. He drew dicks on everything.

The phone binged. Jason picked it up. Hey it’s Adam. Sam’s fine! We’re all changed and ready to go. On our way.
Jason smiled. “They’re all coming for me. All three of them. Man, they’re amazing.” Jason decided to put the guitar back in its case. It belonged to the shelter. He yearned for one of his own. He also wanted a relationship like
Daryn

and Adam had. Would he one day have a husband of his own?

Jason didn’t know the answer to that. But he did know that when he was an adult, he would come back to the shelter to volunteer. The cycle of love must continue.

Jason gathered his bags and went downstairs to wait for his ride home. Home.

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thecabinchronicles:

#indoorsurvival. Franconia Notch State Park, New Hampshire P: @whitneyharperlee | #thecabinchronicles

(Fictional story contains NSFW content below:)

Ramses knocked the snow off his boots.

“Hey love,” Jamie cooed. “How’s the roads?”

“Oh you know, awful.”

“We’re going to be snowed in aren’t we?” Jamie took Ramses’s coat and snuck a kiss on his cold lips. “Mm frosty. We’re going to be stuck here probably through Christmas aren’t we?”

“I reckon. I stayed a bit late to get the mail. We got some things, so we’ll eat least have Christmas,” Jamie said.

“Well that’s good! Speaking of Christmas, I have something I want to show you. I came up with the solution to our Christmas tree problem.”

“Oh?” Ramses asked. “Did you?”

“Let’s get the packages in first, then I’ll show you.”

“Alright, love.”

Jamie shrugged on his coat and shoved his feet in his boots. In ten minutes, they had the groceries and supplies unloaded – including their mutt Moonie who spent the time eating snow. Ramses was then made to wait in the entryway for Jamie to run to the kitchen to put the perishables in the refrigerator. He soon came trotting back.

“Ok what did you want to show me?” Ramses asked.

Jamie took his hand and lead him from the entryway around the corner to the living room. “What do you think?”

Ramses looked at the pretty birch boughs draped with Christmas lights. It was definitely pretty, both rustic and cozy. He smiled. It checked off all the boxes. It was minimalist and clean looking. it didn’t take up space in the small living room. It didn’t kill a tree. Moonie wouldn’t pee under it. And it wasn’t an immediate fire hazard.

“It’s a deconstructed tree. How did you think of that?” Ramses asked.

Jamie folded his arms in a way where he cupped his elbows in his palms; he looked pleased with himself. “Moonie brought me a birch stick earlier. She gave me the idea. I found some boughs in the wood pile, but during my walk this morning I found many that fell from the ice storm in November. I sawed them to length, and voila! They’re not treated though so we’ll have to watch out for bugs…”

Ramses smiled. “I love it. You are so creative. You constantly amaze me.” He pulled Jamie closer for an intimate kiss.

“Thank y-MMn your lips are still freezing!”

“Warm em up?”

“Mmhm…”

Ramses enjoyed Jamie’s mouth. Soon he could feel something hard pressed against his thigh. “I think I need to give your first Christmas present.”

“Dick?” Jamie teased. “Did you put a bow on it?”

“Would you like me too?” Ramses shot back with an eyebrow wiggle.

Jamie laughed “It’d be funny. But if it’s not dick then what is it?”

“Just wait a moment!” Ramses trotted upstairs to the loft. Finding two places in a wood cabin to hide presents from one another wasn’t easy – but they had it worked out. Ramses put his in the attic, Jamie in the cellar.

Jamie sat on the sofa and watched the fire until Ramses came back. He was surprised to see his partner carrying a handful of wrapped gifts.

“You want me to open all of those right now?”

“No no… just one.” Ramses knelt down and put them under the birch boughs. “Just want to put the presents out.”

Jamie smiled. “Now that we have somewhere to put them.”

“Right. There’s more upstairs…plus the mail…”

“Later, love. My boner isn’t going to wait. Just watching you squat is making me leak.”

Ramses shot Jamie a look. “God you know casual sexy talk drives me insane.”

Jamie spread his legs on the sofa and massaged himself through his jeans. “It does feel wet in here though…”

Ramses licked his lips. “Here, open this so we can go upstairs already. I want you.”

jamie grinned at him. “Impatient aren’t we.” He accepted a rectangular package. He carefully undid the paper until the contents revealed itself. Only then did he bark out a laugh. “Oh my god, it IS a dick! And it had a bow on it.”

It was Ramses turn to look pleased. “Well an artificial dick is still a dick. It has this vibrating pulse thing… so like, you don’t have to get those shoulder and arm cramps while you suck me and play with yourself at the same time.”

Jamie inspected it. “That’s such a thoughtful way to say you want me to play with your balls more during oral.”

Ramses burst out laughing. “God you are so fun. I swear it’s for you.”

Jamie smirked. “Why don’t you show me how it works? Loosen me up real good and then give me the real thing?”

“…I’ll go get the batteries right now.”

Two hours later, they late spent and depleted on stained flannel sheets. Jamie paused drawing circles in Ramses’s chest hair. “Oh I never said thank you.”

“For what?” Ramses mumbled. He wasn’t quite in the present. His mind was rewinding and rewatching the scenes of Jamie arched and pleading under him, the scenes of Jamie’s body quivering from the impact of every hard fuck. Ramses’s muscles weren’t quite back online yet from all that and he was too tired to lift his head.

“I meant thank you for the dildo. Seriously I can’t believe I had three orgasms between you and it.”

“You’re welcome. You are beautiful when you cum, did you know that?”

Jamie blushed. “No. I always thought of my o face would be kind of a comical one.”

“No, it’s beautiful. You’re in throes of ecstasy. That’s what makes me cum.”

Jamie snuggled up to him. “I like knowing i make you cum that way.”

Ramses pulled him close. “It’s true. I really hope we have enough batteries to last this snow storm…”

“Oh come on, we have to eat sometime.”

Ramses chuffed. “And open presents. And make Christmas dinner.”

“You can fuck me while I make Christmas dinner.”

“I accept your invitation.” Ramses sighed. “God I love Christmas.”

“Me too.” Jamie. “I think I love you more though.”

“You think?”

“I was talking to the dildo.” Jamie giggled.

Ramses laughed. “God, you are fun. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Ramses.” They shared a kiss, and watched the snow fall outside the windows as darkness set in.

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yellow-wooder:

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I watch the boy from the back door.

“Mooooo~” the boy says to our cow.
“Mrrrooooooo~” the cow replies. She likes to come over in the afternoon and say hi.
The boy chuckles. “Moooooooooo.”
“Mroooooooooo~”
“Mooooooo”
“Mooooooooo”
“MOoooooOoooo.”
“MooooooOOOOOOoooo…”

I can’t help it and start laughing. The boy looks over his shoulder.
“How long have you been standing there Sir?”
“Long enough. You know, I read your dossier pretty well. I didn’t know my houseboy had bovine interpretation skills.”
My boy grins wide. “We’re talking about you you know.”
I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms. “Are you now?”
“Yeah, I mean – I can see how she made the mistake. We both see a big hunk of beef.”

I scoff with a groan and roll my eyes so hard they really roll out of my head. “Oh my god.” I turn and walk back into the house. I feel secretly pleased, but refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I can hear him laughing from where I am in the kitchen. It’s bold and full – a nice sound. He didn’t laugh a lot when he came here. Too scared, too nervous. But he’s clearly happy and settling in well. And well, he made a new friend didn’t he?

I peek out the window. He’s petting her and rubbing her ears. Good lord, that’s so adorable. I let the houseboy win one over me. Nothing in the Housemaster Handbook about putting the “pun” in “punishment” for terrible zingers. Unless I think of something sexy and creative…

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hertribe:

sylviatribel
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“I mean, this garden is quaint and all Mike, but really have you thought about this seriously?”
Mike takes off his gloves. “What do you mean, take this seriously?”
“You’re throwing your whole career away to raise a kid? I mean, come on Mike, I think it’s sweet you want to be a stay at home dad but why you and not Daniel? Daniel’s a designer, can’t he work from home? We need you at the office.”
Mike considered his supervisor. “Well, Hampton, it was kind of you to come out here and talk to me in person. But I don’t think you really want me back at the office because I’m a valuable team member. I think old man Cavington realized just how much work I was doing, considering I absorbed Monica’s job after she left with pretty much no pay increase. Funny how never quite got around to replacing her. And I’m guessing he’s since hired someone who can’t keep up since I’ve been on paternity leave, and now you have to hire someone else to do the rest of the work, and it’ d be easier and cheaper to have me there to take advantage of again.

Hampton narrowed his eyes, “Hey now. You were still paid well, and Cavington takes care of us.”

“I was paid well for the job I was doing at 45 hours a week. Not working 70 hours a week. Look, I appreciate that you came out here, and told me I’m valuable, but I’m not coming back. I’m happy out here, being a stay at home dad., working in the garden, raising our little girl. Adopted children need more support in their lives.
And for your knowledge, Daniel doesn’t like working at home because he gets distracted. He gets more work done in the office. We didn’t make the decision how to structure our family lightly. And to be fair – if I was a woman staying home to raise our kid, I doubt you’d be here.”
“That’s unfair.”
“Maybe. But I know why Monica quit. Cavington wouldn’t leave her alone.”
Hampton didn’t say anything.
“Yeah. Look, you’re a nice guy. Just don’t be doing Cavington’s dirty work for him. Honestly Hampton, you should be getting paid more too. I heard Quantic’s is hiring. I bet you could get paid a lot more there,” Mike says.
Hampton studies him. “I see. Well. I gotta get back into the city before traffic gets bad. Good luck Mike. If you change your mind by Friday, let me know.“
“Ok Hampton. Thanks for coming.”

They shook hands. Hampton left. His car was probably still warm. Mike listened to it drove off. He tilted his head up and felt the sun on his face. At his feet Caroline babbled and chewed on a leaf. This was the best decision he ever made. Office life wasn’t for him. This was better.
“Oh honey don’t put a rock in your mouth. Come on, let’s finish weeding. We want to make a nice salad for when daddy comes home for dinner. And let’s do a load of laundry – and give you a bath. Goodness your feet are filthy!” Mike tickled her toes and she giggled. Mike’s chest filled with love. God, he enjoy being a stay at home dad. There was so many perks – like the increase in sex he was getting now too was also nice. He looked forward to Daniel coming home so he could greet his man with a big kiss.

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coolroseus:

He’s still learning how to tend to cock with his mouth, so you help him along with setting a rhythm. Nothing quite inspires a boy like two blunt fingers against the prostate. He hasn’t moved to touch his dark erection once in the last ten minutes. He’s focusing on his ass without even meaning to. You smile. Good progress is being made. You just have to invest the time to do so – sometimes hard, when you’re horny, but always always worth it.

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torontopup:

domgayhusbands:

You came by your Husband’s office to “drop off a few things” during his lunch break. You knew what that meant- bring Him a sack lunch and blow Him underneath His desk.

When He’s done He’ll give you a pat on the head, a kiss on the cheek, and a reminder to make sure the pot roast you made for him is ready when He gets home.

That bastard! I’d want him to spank me, too!

“Well, If you are a good boy and make a good pot roast dinner, I’ll warm your ass while I eat dessert. Then you’ll plant that hot piece of meat against my lap while we watch a movie, and if you wiggle just right i I juuust might fuck you before bed. If not, you’ll be horny until the morning, babe. You know you’re not allowed to masturbate, remember that.”

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