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Something a little different…

Something a little different…

by ccallenreese

So one of my readers and I were talking about one of my recent posts with Rasheed and Ali, and we subsequently decided a few random things about the characters. Ali came from wealthy parents, but Rasheed came from immigrants. Rasheed grew up to be a respectable painter and artist, who became quite desired because he painted at a glacially slow pace – mostly because he often got distracted and ended up painting Ali instead. There was a whole room of those Ali paintings in his house that built up over the years.

It was decided that Rasheed gave a Ali a 40th’ wedding anniversary present by putting all of his artwork of Ali on display in chronological order. We also decided that at this gallery opening, Ali’s mother would actually show up and they would reconcile; she basically disowned him in his 20s for marrying a man.

You can read it here.

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Rasheed gawked at the painted ceiling, the plated walls and hand-tiled pillars. “Have I given you the ‘holy shit your parents are rich’ line yet?”
Al snorted. “No not yet, but you can skip it. The society pages have written about it enough.”
“Shiiiiit,” Rasheed muttered. “This pool is gorgeous.”
“It is, I’ll give you that. But you know, there’s one thing I’ve never ever gotten to do in it. In all my years.”
Rasheed raised an eyebrow. “What’s that love?”
Ali smirked and took off his belt. “Skinny dip.”
Both eyebrows went up. “No.”
“Oh yes. I’ve always wanted to, but with so many family members about it wasn’t ever possible. I’ was scared someone would come home… but with everyone in Dubai for now, they don’t know I’ve come back from school holiday with a rather sweet young bloke I’ve been screwing quite often…”
Rasheed laughed and colors flushed over his face. “What, someone else is here?”
Ali balled up his shirt and threw it at him. “You scallywag!”
“Hey that’s a $400 Italian shirt isn’t it? What would your mother say,” Rasheed teased, picking it up and unfurling it.
“She’d say it’s six months old, so it’s out of fashion and I need a new one,” Ali snorted.
“Oh bollocks. Mmn, it smells good.”
“Don’t you keep it now,” Ali warned, in that teasing tone Rasheed loved.
“Why? You don’t need it. You’re going in there naked.”
“So are you,” Ali insisted.
Rasheed considered his boyfriend. “Am I?”
“Oh yes. Cause I want to stare at you shamelessly naked.”
“God, Ali, you flatter me.”

It was enough to give Rasheed the push to strip. He found it thrilling it be in this cavernous, hollow, swimming pool room with a beautiful brilliant man. Once the pants came off, the rest of the clothing fell away with ease. There was of course, plenty of ogling, between giant cannonballs and splashing.

When they were out of breath, the water stilled and they came close. Rasheed grabbed Ali’s hand and gave him a tender peck on the lips. “This is a lot of fun.”
“Only cause it’s with you.”
Rasheed smiled. “You’re right, swimming is more fun with a friend. And skinny dipping is marvelous. It feels so strange with just bare skin. I could get used to it.”
“Oh reaaally?” Ali kissed him again.
“Yes really.”
“Can I touch you?” Ali pleaded. “I want to feel you in the water.”
“Oh hell yes… it’s very uh, not traditional…or religious… but…”
“You like it when a man holds you hm?” Ali asked.
“Just you,” Rasheed murmured, dipping his head for another kiss.

Each man found each-other in the water, held eachother, and began to stroke. Ripples formed on the surface, then the water grew turbulent.

“Here back up,” Rasheed murmured, backing Ali up until they were pressed against the wall. Ali hooked a leg around Rasheed’s legs, and they frotted and moved as lips dueled and crushed.
“Oh press like that…fuck yeah.”
“Nnng….!”

Panting and moans echoed off the vaulted ceilings. The water turned cloudy. Ali’s leg cramped and he had to put it down.
“Oh goddamn,” Rasheed sighed. “Skinny dipping is marvelous.”
“You smell so nice. You’re really warm,” Ali murmured. “I want to sink into a hot bath now and have some chai. And cuddle you.”
“I like cuddling,” Rasheed agreed, nuzzling Ali’s jaw.
“I like you,” Ali whispered.
“I wish your family would be more understanding of us.”
“I do too… but fuck them. I won’t let them stop us from being happy. Rasheed?”
“yeah?”
“When I finish graduate school, and get a job, and figure out where I’m settling…I’m going to ask you to marry me.”
Rasheed gasped. “oh Ali do you mean it?”
“I do. Fuck what they say. I want to dress in my very fancy tailored suits – vintage, to piss off my mother, have a breakfast with you across the table from me, and come home to your smiling face and talk about our days. We’ll go on holiday in Thailand, Israel, Morocco, Bermuda, wherever, and we’ll make many photo albums and it’ll be wonderful.”
Rasheed broke out into a huge smile, eyes wet and sparkling. “I would like that future very very much.” He caught Ali off guard with a kiss that made him squeak.
“You made a noise like a mouse!”
Ali giggled. “I did didn’t it?”
“You did. Now I don’t know about you, but we’ve been in here so long, my balls are getting wrinkly. Wait, well, more wrinkly.”
Ali guffawed. “Well let me see about that! Oh wow, they are. It may be that you’re just getting old and saggy.”
“I am not! Also, aren’t you older than me?”

Fresh laughter echoed as they stumbled out of the water. A bath and chai waited. Eventually they would retire to a rather large bed where they could continue being naked and keep each-other warm all night long.

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navygay22:

“i’m jealous by the way you’re happy without me”

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“How’s things with Sam?”
“Good,” Hector responds. Really good, actually. We’re talking about moving in
together when his lease is up.”
“Oh.”
“What do you mean, oh? That was a
pretty catty oh.”
“Sorry babe,” Mason replies. “I just, I’m jealous the way you’re happy without
me.”
“Who says that’s true?” Hector looked up at his friend as he asked. It was an
upside-down view, but Mason was staring straight out into the Los Angeles
skyline with his jaw firmly set.
Mason jerks his head toward his friend. “What?”
“That’s total bullshit and you know it. I am happy I met you. I’m happy I had
my time with you, and dated you, and made love with you. But we’re not
compatible – at all. I mean, let’s
face it, it was fun at the clubs, but we couldn’t spend the night without
driving each-other up the wall.”
Mason exhales and says nothing.
“But I’m happy you’re still in my life. And that we’re friends. And that I had
that relationship. I learned a lot about it, about the important of balancing the
craving for cock versus the value of personal space.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. I’m better for having met you. And I got a great hiking buddy out of
it too.”
“Wow… thanks Hector. I mean it. I’m glad you told me.”
“I’m serious Mason. One of Sam’s flaws is that he doesn’t like hiking. I’m
working on him, but he’s such a city boy.”
Mason chuckles. “Let me have this ok?”
Hector smiles. “Ok. Were you holding onto us Mason?”
Mason blushes. “No.”
“I think you were holding onto the idea of us.”
“The sex was really good,” Mason mutters.
Hector guffaws. “I’m good in bed? Damn stroke my ego some more please!”
“Find Sam to stroke it for you,” Mason teases, tickling Hector’s sides.
Hector squeals and swats at him. “Stop it you brute!”

Mason finds himself laughing. “Fine fine!”
“You need to get a boyfriend, Mason.”
Mason pauses. “Yeah. Maybe I do. I will. I’ll meet someone amazing, and you can
be jealous of me.”
Hector pokes him. “Good luck. I’m cheering for you.”
The smile this time was authentic. “Thanks.”

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gay-purelove:

I.
LOVE.
THIS.
PICTURE.

“Oh there you are, how are the girls?”
Johnnie smiles and puts the eggs in the basket by the sink. “Martha is still jealous that Henry’s picked Samantha, but Samantha’s molting, so perhaps the tides will still turn.” He washed his hands. “Georgia, however, didn’t want to get out of her nest and slept through me disturbing her.”
“My goodness. What a soap opera in the coop.”
“Oh indeed.”
I put a piece of toast on a plate. “Ow hot. Sit, your toast and tea are ready.”
Johnnie sits and yawns. “Thank you. Gosh, there’s so much to do today,” he says.
“Mm, there is, but I find it exciting.” I set the plate in front of him and turn back to the eggs on the counter. “Raw land. So much potential.”
“We’re gonna make a home out of it,” Johnnie replies. He sounds sleepy, but pleased with himself.
“We are. A nice home in the country, what more could a man want?”
Johnnie lifts the corner of his mouth. “Well, spread for one thing.”
I set an egg back down and look over my shoulder. “Did I forget the marmalade?”
“You did.”
“Oh silly me, sorry Johnnie.” I open the fridge and bring the pot forward. Always marmalade for Johnnie. Our neighbor a mile down the road makes a variety of jams and jellies for local sale, and Johnnie is hooked on the orange stuff.

I set the pot on the table. “There you go,” I say. “You know how to use it?”
Johnnie chuffs through his nose. “I think I do.”
“Well,” I reply, “We should be certain.” I crouch down next to him.
“What are you doing, silly?”
I wrap my hand around his own. “First, you pick up the knife – like this. And be careful, it’s sharp you know.”
Johnnie scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You are so silly.”
“And then we kind of just…dip it in, like that. Hold the jar now. Good. Then we put it on the bread and kind of…move it back and forth… “
The marmalade is not quite going on the bread though, because Johnnie is looking at me. First, it’s a look of absurdity with one eyebrow cocked. But then his eyes sort of lose focus and his expression softens. My thighs are starting to burn from crouching, but his pouty lower lip is a fine distraction, and I find myself getting kisses for breakfast.
“MMnnn…mmnn….” My attention slips and my hand falls right on the toast. Our sweet kiss breaks apart when the plate clatters from the uneven distribution of weight, the knife falling to the table. “Oh! Oh, I got some on my finger.”
Johnnie giggles. “You don’t know how to spread marmalade on toast either, you imposter.”
That makes me giggle back. “
Now see here. I am quite capable, thank you. You tricked me by kissing me, and that was not very nice.”
“I kissed you? You kissed me,” Johnny insists. “I am innocent. I just want to eat my toast, drink my tea, and start my day but you had to go make a mess…” He takes hold of my hand and bring it to his slightly swollen lips. I watch, eyes wide, as he licks my finger with that little cat tongue. My cock hardens between my legs as he wraps his lips around my digit. “Oh god, Johnnie!” I gasp. I can’t bear the weight and fall down on my ass.
Johnnie gives me this sexy, coy smirk. “Well look at you, you’re just a mess. You’re on the floor now. We still haven’t finished spreading the toast.”
I swat him on the thigh, then use his muscular leg to help myself up. “Goddammit, you have approximately thirty seconds to finish your toast, because that’s how long it’s going to take me to get the lube.”
Johnnie’s eyebrows go up. “Right now?”
I point to the hallway where our bedroom is. “Right now.” I throw my shirt on the table. “Be right back.” I run to the secondary bathroom to grab the lube. Our master bath is still under renovation.

In the early morning sun, I undress my husband and spread him out on our bed. I settle between his legs and place a hand on his sternum. I pause before penetration to gift his mouth with bruising kisses, and Johnnie tangles his fists in my hair. Our coupling becomes a simple, intimate act, nothing fancy, nothing freaky. Just me arching over him, panting and sweating as I thrust in and out of the best, tight warmth. I slept with three other boys before I met Johnnie, and that night I knew that was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. The one I wanted to be inside forever.

The orgasm washes over us after sometime, and when we’re done hollering, we both go limp, entangled in limbs.
“Wow,” Johnnie says.
“Wow,” I agree, gasping.

Neither one of us mean to fall asleep. We wake up, overheating from being bathed in the sun. Johnnie groans and stretches, naked and sticky. “What time is it?”
I yawn and lift my head to see the nightstand clock. ”10:31.”
“Aw hell,” Johnnie sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. “We still have so much to do today.”
“Yeah, seriously. But I mean, we’re gonna get nothing done today.”
Johnnie turns to look at me. “Why not?”
“Did you see how long it took us just to put marmalade on toast?”

Johnnie throws his head back and rolls on the bed with laughter. Soon, I’m laughing too. Not just at my joke, but out of happiness, because I realize this is the first morning we made love in our new home. There will be hundreds if not thousands more like this, as we live the rest of our lives together.

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Send me nudes when you get home so i know you’re safe

Send me nudes when you get home so i know you’re safe

by ccallenreese

temptingdominance:

Alright I laughed.

When Alex got back from the bathroom, his roommate Tina looked very guilty and was giggling to herself.
“…What. What are you laughing ab – is that my phone?”
She tossed it onto the sofa, grinning like an idiot. “No what are you talking about?”
“TINA what are you doing on my phone?”
She covered her mouth and giggled some more. “You got a text while you were peeing from your cute little boyfriend thanking you for the nice night, and he was just so cute and -”
“-You didn’t respond to him did you?”
Tina turned red and cracked up. “I am a very bad girl.”
“TINA!” Alex cried, diving for his phone. “What did you DO?” He checked the text messages:
Trevor: I had a wonderful time this evening. You are fun to be with, and you looked so sexy in those jeans. It’s gonna be a lonely long drive home. 🙁
Alex: I loved spending time with you tonight too.

Alex’s jaw dropped, “TINA RENEE COHEN you SENT this to him??”
She was wheezing now. “I am so so sorry, but I’m drunk and I just couldn’t not send it.”
“Oh my god, what am I going to do. Also – for sho? Seriously? I do not talk like that, babe.”
More giggling.
Alex sent off a correction: Hey, uh, so apparently Tina wrote that when I was in the bathroom. I’m so so sorry. Also I never ever say fo sho.

The delay in response stressed him out and Alex began to pace. Finally, the phone chimed.

Trevor: Hey sorry for the delay. Can’t text while driving you know. I stopped at CVS on the way home and saw this. At first I was offended, but then I kind of laughed. It was such a random and pervy thing to say.
Alex: I’m seriously sorry. I don’t want you to think you’re just a piece of ass to me.
Trevor: Does that mean you don’t want nudes at all then?
Alex: …..
Alex: ….Well I mean…
Trevor: LOL Let you know when I get home safe 😉
Alex: Please get home safe.

Tina spoke up from the sofa. “What? What did he say? You’re smiling.”
Alex grinned,”You might have gotten me dick pics.”
“Oh ho, the straight women strike back!” She punched a fist in the air.
“I am going into my room.”
“Uh huh,” Tina said, looking smug.

Alex scurried to his room, and waited. Twenty minutes later, Alex got a Myspace angle picture of Trevor sitting on his bed with his legs crossed. He was naked and even in the dim light, his cock was plainly visible. Trevor kept his hair closely cropped. Bold, but tasteful. Just a boy in bed.
Trevor: Home safe.
Alex swooned onto his own bed. “I love how dark your cock is, compared to the rest of you. So sexy.”
Trevor texted in return a series of emojis that were
blushing: The guy I tried dating before you didn’t like it…
Alex: Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you.
Trevor: 🙂 You’re sweet.
Alex: Here hold on a second, I’m returning the favor.
He sent a picture of him sitting naked with legs open,
reflecting in the mirror on the wall across from his bed.
Trevor:  Wow… you’re hung like a model. And your abs, too man. Damn.
Fuck, I want to explore you…
Alex: How would you do it?
Trevor: I would hold you like this…
A picture popped up of Trevor’s hand wrapped around his shaft.
Alex: Fuck you’re such a tease, I can’t see much of it…
Trevor: I would move it up and down, pressing kisses up your thigh..

At that moment, Alex realized there was no going back from this. He reclined back onto the pillows and began to stroke himself, but realized he couldn’t texted properly with one hand.
Alex: Can I call you?
Trevor: Call me.
Alex fumbled to dial the phone.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“That photo you sent was super hot,” Trevor said. “I love uncut guys.”
Alex blushed. “Well you can play with me all you want.”
“I want to… I wanted to since I met you. But I wanted to establish a real relationship with you first.”
“Aww, Trevor,” Alex said, “That’s really sweet. I kind of feel the same way. You know? I just… I mean I really want you. Especially right now.”
Trevor chuckled. “Are you jerking off?”
Alex didn’t know how to respond to that. “Are you?”
Trevor replied, “Only if you are.”
Alex groaned. “Fuck. Well, I am… thinking of you holding my cock like that and just pulling slowly until I go insane…”
Trevor snickered. “You would be squirming in an instant. I wouldn’t let you off easily. Make you really earn that orgasm…”
“Trevor, I always pegged you for a bottom, but now I’m not so sure.”
Trevor scoffed. “Oh I am. Just one that likes having my way.”
“Fuck, now I’m definitely jerking off.”
Trevor laughed. “I wish it were me.”
“Me too…”
“Are you hard right now?”
“Rock hard.”
“Is your cock straight?”
“Nah it kinda curves a little, right over my hip…”

The dirty banter continued for a good half an hour, until Alex’s wrist and fingers ached and his stomach hurt from clenching during the orgasm. He was panting into the phone, which was on speakerphone next to his bed. Alex was about to ask Trevor if he came when he heard a loud, “oh FUCK me!” and a hiss through clenched teeth. “Fuck fuck…just…fuck … nnng…”
“Yeah milk it out baby. Milk your dick,” Alex purred. “Wring yourself dry, babe.”
“I am I am. Feels so good…I can’t move.”
“I wish I were there,” Alex lamented.
“Next time,” Trevor said, sounding tired.
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Here,” Alex said. He took a photo and sent Trevor a shot of his belly splattered in cum.
“I just got it. You shot far. You’ll like what I’m sending you in return…”
“Can’t wait.”
When Alex got the selfie of Trevor licking his own seed off his hand, he gasped. “Fucked, that’s going in the spankbank forever! Oh fuck, you are so sexy and slutty, I love it.”
Trevor laughed. “I only get this way when I’m horny. As soon as this afterglow wears off I’ll be super embarrassed.”
Alex: “Don’t be. Own it.
Trevor: “I’m trying to learn how. Fuck. I just got super tired. I’m gonna hang up so I can clean up ok? Text me.”
Alex: Will do. Good night, Trev.
Trevor: Good night.

When Alex came out of his room for a snack, Tina was watching TV and eating from a tub of coconut ice cream.
“…Well you were in there a while,” she stated.
Alex jumped on the sofa and squeezed Tina in a hug. She squeaked. “Alex!”
“Thank you so much. Because of you, a boy showed me his penis and it was awesome.”
Tina laughed. “You’re welcome. Penis is pretty awesome isn’t it?”
Alex stole the spoon. “It really is. But seriously no more playing match-maker ok?”
Tina thought. “Ok fine. But give me back the spoon ok?”
Alex smirked. “Haha nope.”

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“Shit I’m sorry. I told myself to not flirt with you. When I get a little drunk, I do dumb shit. Sorry man. So sorry. Barry’s gonna kill me again for flirting with his roommate….”
“Woah woah dude, don’t be apologizing.”
“…What what?”
Paul opens his jacket and grins. “Seems you been getting my signals.”
Both of my eyebrows went up. “Holy shit we got a real Clark Kent on our hands! YOU’RE gay?”
“Gold star.”
My jaw dropped. “…Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“I had no idea.”
“I see that.”
I considered this information. “So uh do you wanna like…?” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder.
“Fuck, yeah bro. Balls are blue over here.”
“Yeah shit man, I’ll race you to the bedroom.”
“You’re on!”

Ten minutes later, Barry comes home from his errand to the liquor store. Barry pauses. Barry hears things. Barry mutters a “finally” and leaves to go get coffee.

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Jack: Yeah….I got a crush on a guy like that. So hot. I get paralyzed when I see him.
Sarah: Really? Or is it your dick thinking?
Jack: Yeah incredible. I know he’s got a weird face, but his posture and way he talks are so sexy all together. Remember that pool party last month?
Sarah: Yeah?
Jack: I had to leave the room when he was eating a hot dog…standing there in his blue Speedo eating it…
Sarah: Ahahah. Wait. Blue Speedo? Are you talking about RJ?”
Jack: What? You know him?”
Sarah: LOL he’s my cousin. I’ll put you guys in touch.
Jack: What????
Sarah: I’ll give him your number.
Jack: no no no no bad idea.
Sarah: Not no – yes.
Jack: Sarah I can’t even. Just no. Please. I can’t deal.

RJ: Hi Jack? Sarah gave me your number.
Jack: Omg.
RJ: Apparently you like the way I eat hotdogs?”
Jack: …excuse me while I go kill your cousin.
RJ: Come over here and do it. The pool temp is great today. Bring a Speedo. 🙂

Jack stared at his phone.  “….. fuck.” He swallowed hard and texted back: “Be there in an hour.” He was glad voice-cracking sounds couldn’t be heard over text.

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maybeinabluemoon:

quizás, quizás, quizás

“I don’t want to go back.”
“I’m sorry?” I ask, sipping my coffee.
“I want to stay here.”
“Here?” I ask, hoping I was understanding his English well enough. “In this rental apartment? There’s better ones in Lisbon…”
“No no, I mean. Here. In this country. In Europe. No one cares that I’m gay here. There’s sun, beautiful beaches…” he looks over his shoulder. “Beautiful men.”
I smile.
“I just had a normal night out last night. Went out on the town. Met a cute guy. Brought him back, had fun… I could never do that back home. Home is just suburbs and conservatives and big box chains…”
“Excuse me, what is ‘suburbs’?”
Allen chuckles. “Housing tracts that all look the same. Good, look at this view. I want this to be my view.”
I notice that Allen’s towel is slipping. “Yes the view is not bad..”
“Do you know anyone who his hiring a web designer?”
I think. “My cousin Antonio might…”
“Great. Put me in touch?”
Allen looks so hopeful, so bright eyed. “I’ll do my best. Now come here, eat your breakfast and  coffee. And take off your towel.”
Allen raises an eyebrow. “My towel hm?”
I smirk. “It’s the European way you know.”

Allen grins and drops his towel. We eat breakfast by the window, and eventually ended up making love again on the bed. I do hope he stays…I could get used to this. Suppressed American men make the best sex partners.

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“Damn, I had no idea your boss could dance like that.”
“It’s kind of freaking me out. Lieutenant Cranky is actually smiling.”
“Oh come on, it’s funny. Everyone’s having a good time.”
“Yeah…they are. It’s been a fun day.”
“I’m totally drunk right now.”
Tom laughs and pats Rick on the chest. Rick squeezes his arm.
“You had fun huh?”
“Yeah. I’m all funned out.” Rick pauses. “I can’t believe we’re actually married.”
“Yeah, me neither. Hasn’t really set in yet.”
“I know what you mean. Been a long time coming.”
“Yeah,” Tom agrees.
“You
wanna sneak up to the hotel room, order some Thai food, and try to have
sex although we’ll just pass out on top of each-other totally
exhausted; and then wake up in the morning with a terrible taste in our
mouths, shower, and have incredible sex as a married couple and barely make our
flight to Bali?”
Tom laughs. “I’m not sure if that’s an offer or if you’re seeing into the future.”
“A little bit of both,” Rick answers.
“Cause Thai sounds amazing. I mean, the food at the reception was good too, but we barely got to eat any of it.”
“Yeah seriously. So it’s a deal?”
“Done deal.”
“Good. Now help me up, or I’m gonna stay here forever.”
“Whatever you want, hubby.”
“Ok, first rule of our marriage. You are never calling me that again.”
Tom laughs. “I already know I’ve made a good choice in marrying you.”

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