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by ccallenreese

dailypleaselikeme:

Nailed it.

“…Does that mean I still have to get out of bed? Things are pretty ace right now.”
“Mn. Eventually. But it doesn’t matter where we are, I will still love you. Close by, or from a distance, across the table, or cuddled up to you in bed – I will still be loving you. And you take that love, and wear it like armor, ok? And no matter how shitty your day is, it’s just D4 damage. It’ll roll right off.”
I chuckle. “Nerdy and completely sweet. So like you, Atherton. You make my heart just hurt with how much I love you. “
“I’m sorry. If I kiss you more, will it make it stop hurting?’”
“Nmmn no, I like this feeling. But you can keep kissing me anyway…”
“Well, if I must…”

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Captions are fictional. What series is this from? D4 damage is a reference to Dungeons and Dragons, referring to damage done from a small object.

by ccallenreese

Continuation of this.

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Killian shoved Tobias to the bed and undressed him impatiently, throwing clothes over his shoulders. He pounced on top of the man, straddling him and pressing his weight on top of Tobias’s smaller, wiggling form.
“Woah honey you are aggressive,” Tobias managed to say between Killian assaulting his mouth with kisses.
“I just want you,” Killian explained, “and you need this.”
“I do not need-”
Then Tobias felt Killian’s hand around his cock. He gasped and arched up his hips. “Ok maybe that feels pretty good.”
Killian snorted and gathered them both in his hand. He settled between Tobias’s legs and frotted against him hungrily, enjoying the feeling of his partner hardening in his grip. He continued kissing his lover and marking him with love bites as the space between them grew warmer and wetter.
“I’m going to cum,” Tobias mewled, already perspiring at the temples.
“Not yet, baby,” Killian purred in his ear. “Grab me the lube out of the drawer.”
“Yeah ok,” Tobias said quickly. “Just don’t stop touching my cock.”
Killian smirked and swiped his thumb across the weeping slit.
Tobias hissed. “Ah!”
“Grab it babe.”
Tobias reached over his head, pulling the nightstand drawer open and rummaging around. He tossed the bottle to Killian, and Killian noticed the lube on the lid was dry. Was when the last time he’d fucked Tobias? God, had it been three weeks? They would never make it through parenting a newborn at this rate. Killian made quick work of lubricating himself and Tobias, noting out loud how tight Tobias had become.
“You like me tight?” Tobias asked.
“Oh I still remember what it was like fucking your virgin ass – so tight, so sweet, you pulled me in so deep,” Killian said as slid his digits in and out of Tobias.
Tobias whimpered. “I loved that night. It hurt, but you were always the best fuck I ever had.”
Killian momentarily stopped what he was doing. “I loved it too. But the best? Seriously? You think so?”
Tobias blinked at his partner, eyes glazed. “Yeah. The best. Cause it was you.”
Killian swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m glad you called me up again after college.”
“You can thank tequila for that,” Tobias said, matter of factly.

Killian laughed and prepared to breach his partner. He parted Tobias’ legs and got between them, pushing himself in in one go. Tobias cried out, and Killian gave him more. Killian dug in his toes and slammed into Killian as hard as he could, driving his hips at an unrelenting pace, aiming to his prostate from step 1. Tobias moaned and spread his toes, the muscles in his thighs tight and taut. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop Killy, don’t stop don’t you stop!”

“I won’t! I won’t!” In the back of his head, Killian knew he should be concerned about waking up Abigail, but she hadn’t made a peep on the baby monitor and decided to test his luck. A bead of sweat dripped onto Tobias’s chest.
“Cum for me baby!” he demanded, stroking Tobias’s leaking cock.
“Yes – yes!”

Tobias made a perfect ‘o’ with his mouth. He made not a sound but a barely audible little squeak, and white fluid pooled on his belly. They came at exactly the same time, then their bodies went limp against each-other.
“Holy shit,” Tobias breathed.
Killian wrapped his arms around his partner. “Mmmnn you feel so good clenching around me…I feel like I came a swimming pool.”
“Damn sure felt like it too.” Tobias sighed. “Fuck that felt so good. Oh, damn, Abigail – we should really check on her.”
Killian slid out of Tobias and stroked himself lazily. “I’ll do it.”
“No I want to.”
Killian smirked. “Honey you won’t be able to stand up. “
“Well I never,” Tobias huffed, pretending to be more indignant than he was.

Killian pulled on his boxers, ignoring his wet dick between his legs. He made a fast circle then came back to the room.
Tobias was drinking a glass of water from the bathroom. “She ok?”
“Sleeping on her stomach like an angel.”
Tobias smiled. “Good. I wonder what upset her so much. Maybe I upset her…”
“Who knows. She’s a baby. She’ll tell us if something continues to bother her.” Killian eyed a naked Tobias.
Tobias glanced at him over the cup of water. “Wanna go again?”
“Again,” Killian asked.
“Again. You were right. I did need a fucking. And that wasn’t enough. They say you should nap when your baby does, but my boy ass needs another round. You up for it?”
Killian pushed his boxers down immediately. “Get over here and get back on the bed.”

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Part three.

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by ccallenreese

yeahstr82gay:

Somewhere along the way, I absorbed my father’s conviction that summer is over by August.  He was a teacher, and so he was already thinking about his new classes by then.  That preoccupation of his would brood over any family trip taken in that month and only intensify my own foreboding of another school year, filling August with a faint sorrow for lost time that most people only have to suffer on Labor Day weekend.  I always looked forward to being rid of that feeling as an adult, but I think it’s only gotten worse.  First, there’s my own kids, heading off to school every year, with all the challenges they have to face; and then there’s our yearly trip to Michigan with Patrick and Tiff.

We all went to college together.  My wife, Laura, and Tiff were roommates, and Patrick and I belonged to the same musical fraternity–yeah, I know, it sounds gay already.  But it wasn’t: we musicians can guzzle beer and seduce women with the best of them (do you know a woman who doesn’t melt a little at a deep baritone?), and I seem to recall Patrick getting cheered once as he carved a notch in the Woody (don’t ask).  But like any gathering of men, it had its undercurrents, and one of them ebbed and rolled in my heart for Patrick.

Trick, that’s what they called him–“Trick and Tiff,” when he first started dating her.  Now he’s a project manager with three kids and a tattoo he regrets–somewhere, after marriage and before kids, he found religion, of all things.  I mean, Laura and I go to church, too, but I don’t think it would make me feel badly about a tattoo.  But then, we’re Catholic, and he’s some kind of evangelical-Bible-something-or-other.  It makes him hotter, on some days, to look at him and see the strong, upright family man whom I once blew in May 2005.

I don’t think he actually remembers it, and I did not record it on the Woody.  He was as drunk as hell, and I was perfectly sober.  He called me “Lyssa” once as I was sucking him, and to this day I wonder who Lyssa was and when she got on his cock.  Lucky cow, for him to remember her like that.  He came from some small town in Ohio, and I figure she was from there–the one who got away, maybe.  Who knows.  I once almost asked Tiff, on one of our trips, as Patrick and Laura and our kids were in the surf, if she knew a Lyssa, but then I thought: the answer might be “yes,” and she may not appreciate thinking about her. So I kept my mouth shout, just as I never talked to Patrick, ever, about blowing him.

He tasted like coffee, which was strange and endearing at the same time.  I only blew two other guys in my life, Nathan Blechman in high school and some dude my freshman year at college when I was only a little tipsy, and they both tasted like detergent.  But Patrick was all richness and cream–and yes, I loved him, and I love him still.

I’m not sure what kind of love it is, but it feels a lot like August to me.  Maybe it’s just because I always see him every August now–and honestly, it’s mostly the wives who make it happen; Patrick and I hang out and have fun, but it’s mostly as fellow dads and for the sake of a remembered brotherhood than anything else.  He mostly talks about some men’s Bible group he attends in Maple Grove; I still sing in a band of other loser-dads on some weekends, just for fun, but he’s given up music entirely it seems.  The point is, we don’t have a lot in common anymore, and  he doesn’t even know that we once did one of the most intimate acts any two guys could do. 

So every August I sit here, on this rocky beach, looking at his back and those gym-toned buns, his body easing slowly into comfortable dad-hood, and it always marks the start of that old August feeling.  I don’t want to blow him anymore, not really; I just want us to stand, together, in the sun, on this beach, perfectly naked, embracing.  Seriously, I’d be happy with that, once a year.  As it is, I just feel this old, familiar, almost fatherly sentimentality, a faint sorrow for who we were and what we’ll never be.  

Incredible writing! Well done.

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by ccallenreese

“Soo uh you’re the new team assistant huh? Goodness, you are a cute little thing. Didn’t think there were many twinks in the NFL.”
“Um…thank you, Mr. Thompson?”
“Call me Bill.”
“Ok, Bill,” he squeaks. “Yes, I’m the new team assistant, Gideon. Anything I could, erm, assistant you with?”
“Matter of fact, there is, Gideon,” Bill drawls. “This is a bit embarrassing but my parents weren’t around much when I was a kid. I never learned to tie laces proper. Think you could help secure me before practice?”
Gideon swallowed. “Uhhh yeah. I uh, think i could do that, Mr. Um. Bill Sir. You have the wrong size shoulder pads on too. But I could um, tie your pants there if you want.”
“Sure, boy. Go ahead.”

The assistant glanced at Bill nervously. He took a step forward, hands hesitant to reach out for those laces. Bill had such a bronzed, toned sto-
“You can touch me, you know, if you want.”
Gideon jumped. “I’m not sure that’s ok…”
“No one’s in here. It’s fine. Lotta women like my abs.”
“I’m not a woman,” Gideon.
“But you gotta pussy nonetheless right? I don’t care. Cute is cute.”
Gideon blushed hard at Bill’s vulgar vocabulary. “Mr. Thompson!”
“Sorry, Gideon. I fear I spoke too strongly.”

“A little,” Gideon said shyly, picking up the laces.
Bill smiled at the skinny blond. “Well, to your comfort level then.”
Gideon nodded. He pulled on the laces with one hand, but got distracted with the abs. He ran his palm up Bill’s tight pack of muscle. “Wow,” he murmured.
“You like abs?” BIll asked.
“You have a great body, Sir,” Gideon agreed.
“I do work out a lot to stay at the top of the team. Nice to hear someone noticed.”
“Oh I notice.”
Bill gave a crooked smile. “Do you now? That’s good. I feel like we’ll get along super great this season then.”
Gideon turned pink again. He wasn’t expecting to get hit on by a player so fast! or at all, really. Matter of fact, he was expecting to be bullied. Gideon tucked his head and refocused on Bill’s pant laces when he noticed something…..

“Mr. Thompson!” Gideon cried out, dropping the laces..
“Yes?”
“You are not wearing underwear!”
“Oh shit. I never put on my jock after gym,” Bill replied, and he meant it. “I’m sorry Gideon, I didn’t mean to put my dick in your face the first day.”
Gideon eyed him. “You mean it?”
Bill shrugged. “Well I was hoping to wait until next week…”
Gideon couldn’t help but giggle. “Maybe I’ll want to see it next week. Don’t think I’m going to be team slut from Day 1, though. I don’t give my pussy to anyone so easily.”
“Oh is that so?” Bill asked, stepping forward. “Then I’ll just have something else to work on at practice…”
“Li-like what?” Gideon stammered, feeling hot and bothered.
“Like getting you into the shower naked and letting me fuck you.”
Gideon’s eyes went wide. “Here?”
“Here, my place, a hotel…I don’t care. Just you and somewhere dipping wet.”
“Wow,” Gideon said. “No one has wanted me like that before…”
Bill snorted. “Silly boy. Yes they have. You’re just too naive to know.”
Gideon tried to stammer out a response.

“You hold that thought,” Bill interrupted. “You stay there. I’m gonna go put on a jock. THEN you can tie my pants ok?”
Gideon nodded dumbly. “Yes. Mr. Thompson. I mean, Bill.”
“Atta boy.”
Gideon puffed up a little with pleasure. He was really, really liking his new job. And it would only get better once the other players got here and started changing in the locker room… Gideon wondered what it’d be like to be fucked by Bill in the locker room. His body reacted so fact, he went to splash water on his face to cool down before Bill got back.

If Bill noticed the half chub in his shorts, Bill graciously didn’t say anything.

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by ccallenreese

cosmicroo:

Outdoor time for puppy.

Spade sniffed the air. Autumn was coming. His backyard was starting to change. It had been a busy summer. There had been barbecues and soccer games, and many fun afternoons running through the sprinklers. Many evenings of romantic picnics on the deck and making love under the stars. 

Spade had also spent many-a-days marking the edges of the property as his territory, and it had been a part time job keeping the squirrels away from the bird feeder. At least, that mean fat raccoon hadn’t come back. The flowers were in full bloom and starting to fade, and Spade had learned to keep distance from them. He had gotten stung last month, and he’d been so itchy afterwards!

With his survey complete, Spade padded across the yard, tamped down a good spot, and rolled onto his back. The sun felt good, making the rubber nice and warm. Spade cherished it. He loved playing in piles of autumn leaves, but he always hated feeling the heat slowly leave the air. Although he did enjoy cuddling with his Master inside by the warm fire as snow fell outside, Spade would always be yearning to romp outside.

Spade a mental note to check for any remaining blackberries growing wild along the back fence – he’d eaten the bush clean last week – when he heard a noise. Spade perked up and uprighted himself. Was it…? He walked up to where the backyard rose upwards. Oh, there it was in the distance! The mail truck! Master was expecting a package!

Spade began to bark and ran up to the back porch, pressing his snout to the glass. Bark bark bark!
Master came out of the back room, looked at him through the glass, puzzled. Spade turned his head. The house was on a corner and he saw the mail truck drive past. Bark bark bark bark!
His Master opened the glass door. “Was is it boy?
Spade whined and wagged his tail.
"Mail truck here?”
Spade barked with a nod.
“Good boy. The guy always leaves me a missed-package note even though I’m right here.”

He closed the door, and Spade waited. He watched through the glass as his Master waited by the open front door, collected his package, and then closed it. His Master went to the kitchen and came to the backyard with something in his hand.

Spade wagged his tail hard. What was it?
Master slid the glass door open with a smile. “I got my package. Good boy. Sit.”
Spade planted his butt on the deck.
“Up!”
Spade sat back on his haunches and put both paws in the air.
His Master placed a bone shaped cookie on his nose.
“Good boy. Wait. Wait. Aaand, eat!”

Spade shook his face so the cookie fell. He landed on his paws and snapped the cookie off the deck with his teeth.

By the time, he was done eating it, Master had gone back inside. It really hit the spot. Spade looked out over the yard. He could see his tamped down spot from here. No need to let it go to waste. It was the proper time for a nap.

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by ccallenreese

chastitysuitandtie:

You thought those gala events were boring, but you still went only for the drunk tuxedos and rich cock.

James stood outside of the hotel, waiting for his breathing to regulate. It was cool, nearly cold out here, and it helped take the heat out of his skin. He took the napkin he was holding and wiped his brow with it. It was a bad idea to drink that champagne. He glanced at his watch. His early. Too early. The party was in full swing, but he couldn’t go back in there. He was a walking target for power-hungry women in this industry. James knew everyone in that room knew how much an advisor in the finance industry made. He swore he felt the hands of at least twelve women on his arm tonight. You’re single, James? What are you doing on Friday James? You should stop by sometimes, James, my husband thinks so highly of you… James, did you meet my daughter?

It had been so hot in there. Then, he overheard his boss’s daughter talking to some politician hopeful about how she would donate to help keep the gays from getting power in the city… It was 1994, who in fuck still talked that way?

James exhaled. He wasn’t going back there. Truth was, he didn’t want to go back to work. His doctor said if James didn’t do something, the ulcer in his stomach would get worse.

James had taken a taxi to the hotel like everyone in New York, but trading a stuffy ballroom for a cab made him freak out again. He began to walk. The further he walked, the better he felt. The cold numbed his fingers and fogged his breath, but the panic subsided. He wanted to keep walking forever.

You can’t get far in dress shoes, and even when James began to feel sore, he kept going. When he bothered to look up at the street signs, he was astonished to see he’d walked thirty New York City blocks. Jesus. James sighed. What was he doing? Without a goal, there couldn’t be a journey. As he turned the corner, Jack saw a sign that caught his attention.

It just said ,”Boots”. It appeared to be a bar. A bar with a lot of hot men mingling outside. Jack recognized how they dressed from the magazines he kept in secret. Tight jeans. Tight tanktops. Jack swallowed. Was this where he was meant to be? Was this his destination? Only one way to find out. He walked past the men who were looking at him and went inside.
“Woah did he just run off from a wedding?” one asked.
“He has a nice ass,” another said.

The bar was dim and dance music was playing. Hungry eyes considered him from the bar. James’ head spun at the smell of machismo and leather and suddenly he had to throw up all of that champagne. He ran to the bathroom and made it to the sink just in time, emptying his gut into the sink. “Shit,” he muttered. He instantly felt better though. He washed out his mouth and splashed water on his face. His knees felt like jelly. James stumbled into a stall, put the lid down on the toilet, and sat on it. He closed his eyes and heaved a huge sigh. Things couldn’t stay the same.

As James was thinking, the bathroom door opened and closed. Someone walked into the stall next to him.
“Someone in there?” a low male voice said.
“Uh, yeah,” James said, surprised.
“You wanna be a friend?” the man asked.
James wasn’t sure how to answer – when all of a sudden, a rather large cock thrust through a hole in the wall. James startled. It was so weird to just seeing a bare cock just sticking out of a wall! It was a really nice looking cock though…
The man pushed his balls through. James just stared.
“I’m looking for company tonight,” the man on the other side said again.
“You feel alone too?” James asked the cock.
“Yeah,” the man said.
“What do you do about it?” James followed up.
There was a pause. “You can choose to be alone, but if I chose that, I’d just kill myself. I’m happy to be gay, because I can always go make friends. It helps hold me over until I can find someone to be with.”
James found himself unable to tear his eyes off the man’s erection. “Being gay doesn’t impact your work life?”
“I build stages and sets. In my line of work, it doesn’t matter who you fuck as long as you do your damn job.”
“I need a job like that,” James muttered.
“Well, go get one. Stand up for yourself. You’re a queer in the big city. You fuck who you want, and do what you want. This city is ours as much as is it’s the straights. Succeeding will only piss off the haters and make us stronger.”
“Yeah,” James said, coming to a realization. “It will. I shouldn’t sacrifice myself to appease those people. I am in control of my own destiny, and I shouldn’t choose to be miserable.”
“That’s the spirit. See, you need more gay friends.”
“Yeah, I do…” James murmured. He bent his head and pressed his lips to the stranger’s cock.
He made a noise of surprise and jumped. “Woah!”

James reached up and cupped those impressive balls, suddenly wanting to give in to all of his curiosity. He slid his lips down the man’s shaft, exploring, not wanting to push himself too fast.
“Oh that’s good,” the man murmured. “I think we’re going to be good friends…”
James had to agree. This was actually pretty nice. This guy smelled kind of musky and it was making him horny. Soon he had as much of this guy’s cock stuffed in his mouth as possible and he was jacking off on the toilet. The release was one of the most cathartic experiences he’d ever had, and it seemed to flush all of the irritation out of his system. James didn’t even care that it got on his suit. He didn’t plan to wear it again anyway.

As his jaw was sore, James jerked the other man off until he too spurted. The guy grunted as cum flew. James petted him until soft, then helped cleaned up.
“You’re going to be a very good friend,” the man said.
“Can I see you?” Jack asked.
“Sure. Let me buy you a drink at the bar. You drink?”
“Anything but champagne.”

The next day, Jack marched into his boss’s office to put in his two day notice. He didn’t have things figured out quite yet, but he couldn’t figure things out working 50 hours a week. He wanted to be free. Right now, he only had a new friend, but it was a very good start.

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by ccallenreese

I just finished saying good-bye to the horses when I noticed Mack standing in the frame of the barn. My heart lept. He had been avoiding me the last few days, even since we had gone on that camping sleep over and made love under the stars. I think it was just too painful for him, counting down the days.

“Hey Mack,” I said, ogling his bare chest. I loved him shirtless.
“Hey,” he said, fingering his waistband. “So you’re off?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Just about. It’s long drive to Casper, I’m staying overnight, and then catching a morning flight to Dallas.”
Mack nodded. He knew all of this. “God it’s hot as fuck. We are going to have a great harvest this year because of it though. It’ll be weird without you.”
I took off my hat, sticking it on a stall post so I could take off my shirt and wipe my face with it. I then put my hat back on. “I’ll try to come back and help out.”

“No,” Mack said firmly, putting his foot down and turning to face me.
“…No?” I repeated, confused.
“No. You go off to college and you enjoy yourself. You learn. I’m not booksmart like you. The world out there is too big for me. All I ever need to know I’ll learn from the land and the animals.”
“Mack…”
“But knowing about agriculture ain’t enough. I’ve heard of good farms going down cause of bad books. You get smart, and you come back, and take this farm over from Old Man Pritchard and run this farm right. You hear?”
I nodded, a lump suddenly forming in my throat.
“I will.”
“And come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas ok? Or at least one?”
When I heard the sorrow in Mack’s voice, I almost wanted to tell him I’d stay.
I heard my own voice falter when I said – “I will.”

Mack shuffled in the thing. “And one other thing.”
“Yes?” I whispered.
He paused. “Shit.” He paused another moment and swallowed hard, scuffing up a storm of dust with his boots. I waited, heart pounding.
“I want you to do whatever what you want at college. Because when you come back here in four years, you are going to be mine. Gay marriage will be legal by then, I’m sure of it. And I’m going to marry you proper. But when you’re at college, you live without limits. No regrets. Just…don’t forget about me. Ok?”
I stared at Mack, shocked. My chest felt tight and my face hot. Not August-summer-hot, but like my-heart-was-pumping-in-overdrive-hot. It was all I had ever wanted, and something I’d never thought I’d hear him say; and now he was saying it, and I still had to leave.
When I didn’t reply right away, Mack repeated again in a smaller voice. “Ok?”
I nodded, my hands trembling. “Yes. Yes, ok. Yours.”
Mack exhaled loudly and his shoulders relaxed. “Ok.” I watched his sculpted torso heave, and he turned away from me sharply. “Shit,” he muttered again, and I watched him move his arms in a way that indicated he was brushing tears away.

I had only seen Mack cry three times in my life. Once when he fell off a horse at age seven and broke his arm. The other time was having to put down one of the collies after a coyote got to her. The last was when his mother died. And now….I felt guilt swell up in me. I had put off college for two years after I finished high school. The nearest community college was over an hour away, and I had a short lived career in rodeo to fill the time anyway.
With my winnings, I could finally afford to go to college. I got accepted to a program in Texas. I picked it cause I had rodeo friends in Texas. It was far from Wyoming. Mack had pushed me to go. I realized now that he had to have known what it meant, because he had to have been in love with me from that point. He was the strongest cowboy I had ever met. I knew there would be nobody in the entirety of Texas who would live up to how much I worshiped Mack.

I walked up to Mack and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was slick and sticky and dusty, but he smelled amazing. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled. My hat fell to the dust. Mack tensed, then wimpered. “Please…”
“I will miss you like hell, John MacIntire.”

The dam broke, and we both started sobbing. He turned to face me and threw his arms around my neck. The horses snorted. I don’t know who saw us, and I didn’t look up to see cause I would have been mighty embarrassed.
After a good cry, we both reached for our handkerchiefs at the same time and chuckled about it.
I kissed him, right there in the yard.
Mack kissed me back, and squeezed my ass. I couldn’t believe how forward he was being. It was like being in a wonderful, yet horrible dream.
Mack hiccuped, then bent over to pick up my hat and brushed it off before handing it back to me. “Your dad’s probably waiting by the car. You outta get going. Long drive to Casper.”
I nodded, putting it on my head. “Long boring drive. I’ll text you every step of the way ok?”
Mack nodded. “Bye, Harlan.”
I pulled away from him. He squeezed my hand, and then his rough and calloused hands fell away. “Bye Mack.”

I smiled, then took a few steps back, turned and walked away. I didn’t look back until the car was pulling down the long driveway. Mack was standing in the middle of the road, hand in his pockets, face shaded by his hat. He was scuffling up a storm.

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domdaddyissues:

Daddy always insisted that I do the housework on Saturday morning, even if I had been out the night before with friends and was suffering with a horrendous hangover. Daddy liked routine and this was part of it. Another part of the Saturday morning routine was the way that Daddy would sit reading his morning paper at the kitchen table, as he drank his coffee. His white robe would be open and he’d absentmindedly stroke his thick Daddy cock as I worked and he relaxed. He’d often shift his chair so he was facing whichever direction I was working. It never took long for my hangover to recede and be replaced by a deep hunger for my Daddy and his powerful cock, but I knew that I wouldn’t be rewarded until I’d been a good boy and completed the house work. I was bending over to wipe down the kitchen cupboards and suddenly felt daddy’s thighs against mine and his long soft uncut cock fitting into the length of my arse crack. Without moving my arse I turned my shoulders and head so I could look up at him.

He reached over me and opened a cupboard “Sorry buddy, just needed to get a glass” He had such a cheeky twinkle in his eye. I flexed my arse muscles and ground my body into his crotch. I consciously didn’t decide to do this, my body was just helpless to do anything else. 

He looked at me with his penetrating blue eyes and pressed a bit harder into me. “Son, you know the rule. Tell Daddy the rule.”

I sighed/groaned a little as I felt my cock throbbing hard as a rock. “Housework first….then play time with Daddy”

“Good boy, now carry on.” As he said this last bit he lightly spanked my right arse cheek a couple of times then walked away, holding my eyes until had sat down again, poured himself some orange juice and picked up his paper. 

I worked faster. 

Hope you enjoyed reading. If you did please reblog if that’s your thing and help my tales reach more horny Daddies and Sons.

Here’s a sexy little story that showed up on my dash.

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“You tired baby?”
“Mmm.”
“I used your pussy pretty hard. You were so horny and hot for me, you must exhausted from working those muscles. Take a nice little nap now,” Leo said.
“I can hear your heart beating, Daddy.”
Leo smiled. “It wants you to hear the echoes. It’s calling for you.”
“I love you Daddy. Until I met you, I always felt unsatisfied as a bottom. I just laid there with my legs up. I’m so happy now to be your other half.”
Leo opened his mouth to reply but a lump in his throat made him pause. He didn’t want his voice to crack out loud. He took a slow breath, steadying himself. “You make me want to be a better top for you. I love you too.”

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