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by ccallenreese

“Boy?” Ray asked. “Where are you?”
Sen came back in from the garage. “Here, Sir. How may I serve you?”
Ray smiled. “Wash your hands. I have a late Christmas present for you.”
Sen perked up. For a boy that had given up a large part of life to serve the man he loved, he sure did love receiving presents. Christmas was one of his favorite days of the year, right up those with days he got released from his chastity cage. Usually, that was also Christmas too. Sen was extremely curious about the present he would receive, since the the last holiday season had been very fruitful.

Sen obediently washed his hands and kneeled at his place in the living room. Ray told him to sit on the sofa. Sen sat, hands neatly folded in his lap. He was wearing his cream service out, leggings and an oatmeal colored henley to ward off the chill.

Ray sat down next to him.
Ray cupped Sen’s cheek and traced the curved of his jaw with the back of his hand. “Do you remember what you told me when I first hired you? Back before we fell in love, before we got married, before we had our collaring ceremony, back when I was a cranky business man who was annoyed his boyfriends kept breaking up with him?”
Sen couldn’t suppress a smile. “May I speak candidly?”
“Yes boy.”
“Yes, I do, Sir. You’re still a bit cranky, but far less so.”
“I was cranky because I couldn’t figure out why I, a handsome bachelor with lots to offer, was still single and frustrated and horny all the time.”
Sen was still smiling. He loved knowing he’d tamed such a narcissistic man. “I remember we had so much sex for the first month that nothing got done in your house and you nearly fired me for something that wasn’t my fault.”
Ray laughed. “I was not a very good Master then was I?”
“Well, no, but I was serving you, was I not?”
“Mmnn you were, but as a siren not a houseboy.”
Sen ran his fingers over the back of Ray’s hand. “I don’t know if I would have stuck around if the relationship was just sex, you know. I’m glad you pushed to have me stick around as your houseboy. You really needed one.”
Ren straightened his back, surprised. “Really? You would have left?”
“As you said, you were a narcissist back then. I would have been another boyfriend that left you.”
Ren was momentarily dumbfounded. “Wow, that never occurred to me.”
“We are a good match,” Sen said. “You really needed a houseboy.”
“Yes. Yes we are, and yes I did.” It was Ray’s turn to smile. “Do you remember what you said though, in the beginning? I asked you what the most important thing was in a relationship. I thought you would say money or a good job or good looks or a big dick or something but you said…”
“Compromise! The ability to compromise.”
“Yes!” Ray patted Sen on the thigh. “Good boy.”
Sen beamed.
“I’m very pleased you remembered that. Compromise. I was astonished you said that. I turned that over my head for weeks after. You said something about how a relationship can’t be defined by one person insisting they’re right every time an argument breaks out. The other person isn’t going to magically agree with them at some magical point in the future.”
Sen nodded. “You had a habit of telling your exes – my way or the highway, and they all picked the highway.”
“Yes,” Ray sighed. “I was an idiot. But that was the beginning of correcting my behavior.” He paused.“You’re probably wondering why we’re talking about this.”
“Yes Sir, I am.”
“Well. There’s one thing you have been asking for, for Christmas or birthdays, for about…three years now.”
Sen furrowed his brow.
“I saw the merit of it, but there was one thing that stopped me from getting it for you. Hair. I just did not want all that hair in my house.”
Sen’s eyebrows went up. He knew what Ray was saying, but hesitanted to get his hopes up that he’d gotten it after wishing for so long.
“Sir did you….?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to – cause you know, hair – and then…well. You’ll see.” Roy smiled, and got up. He went into the other room, and came back cradling a towel. “She fell asleep in the laundry basket.”

When Sen saw her, he gasped and his hands flew to his mouth. “Oh my god. Oh my god Sir! You got me a cat??” he squealed. “Oh my gosh look at her, she’s so precious and tiny and oh my god can I hold her?” Sen flailed.
Ray sat on the sofa and set the towel on Sen’s lap. He picked up the small kitten who mewled at him, but seemed to accept being distruped when she felt Sen’s warm hands around her. Sen cuddled her to his chest. “Oh my god,” he sniffled. “She’s perfect. She’s beautiful. She’s… she’s…”
“Yours,” Ray finished, blinking away tears. “I saw her on a bulletin, she’d been rescued with a bunch of other hoarded cats. Rebecca, the lady at the shelter, said she was not handling stress well and would do best in a quiet home with not a lot of other cats. Some people expressed interest in her for breeding, but since her line couldn’t be confirmed or whatever, they fell through.”
Sen was half listening. He was captivating by the small black thing purring in his hands. He couldn’t remember feeling such strong love. It was a different love than the kind he felt for Ray. It was a protective, soft love.
“She’s mine,” Sen murmured, pushing tears away with the palm of his hand. “Thank you so much, Ray.”
Ray leaned over to kiss his partner, overjoyed by the reaction. “You’re welcome. See? Compromise. She hardly has any hair.”
Sen half laughed, half snorted. “Yes, you did compromise. And I’m very proud of you.”
They kissed again. Sen’s gaze went to his new pet. “I think it makes her cuter. Does she have a name yet?”
Ray rubbed the kitten behind her ears. “They were calling her Blackie at the shelter but I feel like she needs a name with more personality.”
Sen scoffed. “Blackie? That won’t do at all.” He cupped her by the rump and held her up high. “I think I’ll call her Little Empress until her personality shows through.”
Ray beamed. “I love it. She’ll be treated as such in this house. Merry Christmas, boy.”
Sen chuckled. “Merry Christmas Ray.” He paused, then smiled again. “Ahh, I can’t believe it, I have a kitty!”

Ray felt himself feeding off the joy rolling in waves off of his boy, and knew now more than ever before how wonderful it could be to put to make someone else happy.

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Captions are fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Are you taking a picture of my abs?” Ezra asks.
“Maybe,” I respond, teasing him a little. “All the pictures of the lake will look the same, but you’re hot at every angle.”
“oh come off it!” Ezra laughs, “I am not. I’m just a skinny nerdy, Jewish guy. I’m pre-med even!”
“Who says skinny Jewish medical nerds can’t be hot?”
“Me?” Ezra says.
“Don’t they teach you anything in Hebrew school?” I tsk. “Here, pose on the back of the boat so I can get you and the lake in on one shot.”
“Ok ok,” Eztra says.
I smile. Our third date is going really well. He’s a fun guy, and I had enough photos of those abs to keep my spank bank full for a while. I watch as he poses like a pin-up girl. “That’s a hell of a shot!” I flash him a thumps up and fire a few frames from my DSLR.
“Come show me what they look like,” Ezra says.
I walk over to the back of my boat and show him the viewfinder.
“Oh god,” Ezra groans with a laugh. “I look ridiculous. And skinny. And I have that weird fur thing on top of my chest.“
I scoff. “Nonsense. You need to embrace your inner otter.”
Ezra snorts. “My what?”
“Your inner otter. Skinny, fuzzy, and gay.”
“…well I am all those things.”
“Oh, and something else too,” I note, setting my camera aside.
“What?”
I grin and pull his sunglasses of his face. “Otters also like water.” And then I shove him into the lake.

When Ezra surfaces, I’m laughing my ass off. He sputters, looking pissed and amused at the same time. “HEY!” he shouts.
“Bet you feel nice and cool now huh?”
“Yes, but that isn’t the point!” he insists, trying to be mad but laughing despite himself. “You pushed me in, you conniving bastard.”
“I did,” I say, giving him a hand back into the boat. “But it was for a noble purpose.”

Ezra raises an eyebrow, not believing me. “Uh huh. What purpose is that?”
“Why Ezra, can’t you tell? I’m a sexually deviant older gay man with a crush on you.”
He blushes appropriately.
“I just wanted an excuse to get you to change out of your shorts and maybe see you naked.”
Ezra can’t stop grinning. “You want to see ME naked?”
“Been wanting you since the moment I saw you. By the way, if you hadn’t told me your religion, I could tell through your shorts already.”

Ezra looks down, blushes, and covers himself with a shy laugh. “It’s so weird to have a guy be so in to me.”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely curious. I hand him a towel, and use the excuse of giving it to him to give him a kiss too.
“Cause…I’m well, you know. Not a hot piece of beefcake like you.”
Now it was my turn to feel shy. “You think I’m beefcake?”
“Meat and more meat,” Ezra says.
“Well that’s kind of you to say. Most people can’t get over the fact I’m a ginger and date me like I"m a novelty.”
“Speaking of that,” Ezra says. “If I get naked…you get naked. I’ve been dying to know if you got freckles down there too.”

I perk up at his offer. He’s interested! “Oh baby, that is a yes. I got them on my balls even.”
Ezra gasps. “Ball freckles are a thing?”
“Yeah baby.”
Ezra’s got a half chub in his boxers. “Alright, big boy. Sit down.”
“Sit down?” I repeat.
“Yeah,” he says. “You wanna watch me take my boxers off? You’re gonna get a show.”

I lick my lips and sit my ass in the chair. I can’t believe how well the date is going! Ezra shakes his butt to some pop music playing over the boat’s speakers. He then turns his back to me, and slooowly slides those wet shorts down, revealing his peach-white ass. A bit furry too. Perfect. He’s got surprisingly good control over his hips. Hell yes. He then wiggles up, turns around, and slowly works them down until – there it is, I can see the base! And I then I get the money shot, full view of Ezra’s cut cock bouncing between his legs.

“Fuck yes,” I murmur, biting my knuckle. “Drop those shorts, baby.” And he does. He’s also blushing all over.
“Good?” he asks, hopeful.
“SO good,” I reply, unable to sit still anymore. I get up and walk to him, wrapping my hands around his waist. I pull our crotches together and our lips meet a second later. He tastes a bit like lake water, but his mouth is warm and inviting. I plunder him until he starts to harden against my thigh.
We break for air, and Ezra nuzzles my ear. “Your turn.”
“My turn wha?” I say, blood pounding in my head.
“Shorts. Off. I wanna count freckles.”
I moan. “Fingers or tongue?”
Ezra’s eyebrows go up again. “Fingers now…tongue on another date.”
“I get another date?” I ask, hoping what I heard was right.
“Looks that way,” Ezra teases. He kisses me again. “I haven’t had a second date go this well, never mind a third…”
“Would it help to keep kissing you?”
“Oh it would. very much so.”
So I did, until my cock got hard, and then I let Ezra take my shorts off for me. Turns out I have 17 freckles on my balls.

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Captions are fictional. Thanks for the submission!

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by ccallenreese

dumbhornyjock:

The sight that greeted Dad when he went to check on how his son and his son’s new tutor were getting along…

The tutor panicked. “Uh, Mr. Weiss, we were-”
Dad held up his hand. “I don’t care, John. I’ve known my son’s queer for a long time. You’re the first tutor he’s uh, gotten close to so as long as he gets his grades up like he gets his cock up, I don’t care.”
John stares, blush rising to his cheeks. “Ye -yes sir.”
“Daaddd this is so embarrassing, could you just go please?”
“Fine. But I mean it. Grades. Up.”
“Yes Daddy.

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by ccallenreese

ruggedbearstuff:

Eric slows down from jogging speed when he spots his pup that had bolted earlier to chase a bird. He sighs. His pup is rolling around in the lake shoreline, getting wet and dirty. When he sees his Master, the pup rolls onto his belly and looks up at Eric sheepishly.
“And here I was, thinking it’d be too cold for you to make a mess today.”
“Bark,” his pup says, in apology.
Eric nudges the boy’s gorgeous ass with the tip of his boot. “So dirty! I’m gonna have to wash you in the kiddy pool in the driveway again!”
The pup wiggles around and tried to gnaw on the shoe.
“Ack!” Eric exclaims. “No, those are my good boots!”
Just then, a crab skitters across the stones. The pup whips around and barks at it before it vanishes, then begins to dig maniacally in the sand to find it.
Eric chuckles. “Well at least you’re having fun and getting your energy out.” When his boy begins to whimper at losing the crab, Eric distracts him with a big stick to fetch and retrieve.

This will definitely fix the problems Eric’s been having with the boy’s irritability and chewing on things. And he’s correct. The pup sleeps the whole way home. He needs the energy to hump things and beg for cuddles later of course.

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by ccallenreese

lalycradude:

Oh yeah! 

“Sir – these are a little, um, small. They barely cover anything!”
“I think it’s funny that you think I care, fag. You don’t need to be covered out here. I’m only letting you wear them so you get those pretty tan lines on your fine rump.”
“What? Ohh damn! I hadn’t thought of that. It’s so girly though…how embarrassing!”
“Well, it’s what I want. Now come over here and put sunscreen on me.”
The fag turned around. When he saw his Master in that red Speedo he forgot about his own underwear issue. “Yes sir, coming right now!”

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by ccallenreese

reeseloveandsoul:

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I stand there in the entry way to our living room, hand paused while scratching the back of my neck. My mouth is frozen in mid-yawn. My house boy is perched on the mantel of our fireplace with feline grace, all curves and sunkissed bare limbs, gazing out onto the skyline. I work my dry mouth and swallow. He looks like he is part of the room, like I had a naked male version of the Little Mermaid statue from Copenhagen installed in my condo.

I pat my pocket, seeking my phone. I frame the shot and snap it. Perfect.

At the sound, my houseboy looks over his shoulder. “Oh, you’re up. Good afternoon, Sir. How was your nap?”
“Wonderful,” I reply. “I can’t wait until this client partnership is over and I can sleep like a normal person again.”
My houseboy gives me a wistful look. “It will be soon. Shall I get you some refreshments?”
“Mmnn. No, don’t get down. You can get it in a minute.” I walk over to him. “What are you looking at?”

My boy shrugs. “I just realized I never took the time to really look at the view you know? Been working so hard to keep your life and home in order since we moved here, but I spend most of it looking down. It’s beautiful.”
I run my palm over his thigh. I suddenly want him naked and spead open under me in an embarrassingly vulgar way.  
“What do you see?” I manage to say.
“Mmmn. There’s a bird of prey circling to the right there.”
“Oh? So there is.”
“There’s a red flag on that building over there. Someone is having a smoke break on that roof there. There’s a balloon caught on that line there…”
“You see a lot.”
My houseboy looks pleased that I’m interested. “I wonder what I could see if I had that bird’s vision.”
“Probably ants on the sidewalk,” I guess.
“Mmmn. Possibly.” My houseboy looks at me. I position his chin with my pointer finger and kiss him. He leans in, and I give him my tongue. A soft groan escapes from lips. “God, I love it when you kiss me for no reason.”
“Oh there is always a reason,” I insist. “And I could use that refreshment now. Get two.”

My houseboy blinks, trying to snap back into focus. “Ye – yes Sir.” He slides off the mantel with noted grace. I watch that fine body as he sashays into the kitchen.

I sit on the sofa when he returns with two glasses. We sit and discuss dinner as we drink our iced tea. When I finish mine, I set it down on the tray.
“Another Sir?” My boy prompts.
“No,” I say, leaning in and caressing his jaw. “I want you.”
I take the glass out of his hand and put it on the table. I lean forward and guide him backwards until his back is on the sofa, over the afghan. I crawl up onto the cushions and settle between his legs.

He is always naked. I chose not to lock him and instead make him come to me to ask for relief, which is just the right amount of control and humiliation to set me off. He has been so good so far in learning that his cock is mine to touch and handle first. I enjoy a palm full of the hardening thing as I push down my boxers and extract mine out.

We always hide lube and condoms under the sofa seat cushions, and I’m pleased my houseboy remembered to put them there after we moved.

He takes me like a pro – hot and tight, without needing to be stretched. Every inch pushed in makes him mewl and wiggle like a kitten. “Good boy,” I grunt, beginning my thrusts almost immediately. He responds by wrapping his legs around my back.

I reposition and push inside him deep, and I know I hit his spot because pre-cum spurts all over my hand. I rub his cockhead with my thumb and he shivers tremendously.
“Yes. Yes, like that boy,” I murmur. He whimpers my name.

I finish taking him with a breathless pace. I’m feeling particularly amorous and grant him an orgasm with mine – but after mine, of course. I mark him with hickeys and licks, and enjoy feeling him soften and relax under me. I nuzzle his swan like neck. “I could use another refreshment now.”
“Wh – when my legs work again, Sir, I will obey that order.”
I smirk at him and chuff under my breath. “So it shall be.” I caress his sensitive little cock until he’s sweating under me and protesting dearly, but I relent once he’s shot again – a little clear fluid under his belly button. I lick him until he’s giggling cause he’s ticklish, and then my lust is sated.

The next day, I go out and buy him a pair of binoculars and leave them on the mantel. I also give him a journal to write down his finds.

He clearly loved his presents, because my boy drew hearts on my pancakes with chocolate syrup for a week after. When he stopped, I told him not to cause I loved it so much. I love him so much.

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Captions are fictional. I didn’t realize this was a selfie by OP. Beautiful work.
The skyline is of Brooklyn apparently.

Also I didn’t know the OP had put a Little Mermaid reference into his tags until after I wrote this, lol.

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by ccallenreese

I sat on Black Lightening’s bed, sipped my cranberry vodka, and set it on his nightstand. “So this is the great lair of the Black Lightening.”
Lightening chuckled, flashing a teasing smile under his mask. His full lips and dark eyes were the only thing of his not covered in black lycra that seemed more like a liquid than a fabric. It hugged every curve of him, from his slim neck to his sloping calves to his bulge tucked under the bow of his hips. I have to tell you, it is very hard to fight crime with that jumping around in your periphrasis vision. 
“You like it?”
I glanced around the open bedroom accented with metal and glass, black and silver, with full length windows providing a stunning view over the New York City skyline. The flat surfaces were free of clutter, minus a lamp or a book here or there. The bed I was sitting on was a queen, easily, draped with a faux fur throw over a black microsuede blanket. Very soft, very fuzzy. 
“Love it,” I replied, “It’s very you. Just what I imagined.”
“You imagined now did you?”
I licked my lips. “Very much. Mostly I imagined what the hell is under your suit.”

Lightening smirked. “Now that I like to hear. I don’t mean to be narcissistic – or maybe I do – but you know, once in a while when I’m saving someone I like to be told I’m fucking sexy doing it.”
I laughed. “I like this side of you. I only talk to you when it’s all business.”
“Speaking of business, who is on call tonight?”
I sipped my drink again. “Laguna and Dr. Air.”
“Mm. That’s good.” Lightening strode toward me again. “What would they think about us?”
“Laguna would probably write fanfic about it and tell us how hot it is.”
That made him chuckle. “Probably. It better be hot or I am going to be very cranky.”
I wanted to reach for him but he was just out of range. Instead, Lightening went to the wall and pressed a button. Shades lowered from the ceiling and he adjusted them so they were angled up, allowing light to come in but not allowing anyone to see. The anticipation of the event to come was killing me. Lightening had been vague when he invited me over – “Let’s spend some time together,” but I could read between the lines of what he really wanted to be doing.
Oh, I was so goddamn horny! I kneaded my impatient cock. 

Lightening noticed, but didn’t react. “So,” Lightening begin, fussing with the blinds cords. “When did you first notice you had special abilities?”
This? This is what he wanted to talk about? Why not first kiss? or fuck? Or making out session? Cause all three were pretty good options. I sighed softly. “It happened about the same time as the rest of us, about seven. I was playing in the backyard and set the grass on fire.”
“Wow.”
“My clothes caught on fire but I wasn’t burned at all. Soon after, any time I got angry something would catch fire…my toys, my clothes. I was naked a lot.”
Lightening grinned. “Little Naked Ember. I bet you were adorable.”
“I was hung as fuck as a child,” I joked.
That made Lightening bust out laughing. “Oh my god, you are fun. Are you still hung?”
Yes, this was better topic. “I like what I have,” I answered, vaguely. 
“You want me,” he purred.
“Immensely,” I sighed. 
“You want what’s under my suit.”
“So fucking’ bad,” I begged.

Lightening walked toward me again, and stopped just out of arm’s reach. He then turned, showing me his graceful back and pert butt. “Unzip me.”
The simple request made my brain derail. I was trying to figure out how to unzip a man not wearing jeans when I realized he meant his suit. I couldn’t see it at a distance but there was a hidden zipper running down from neck to ass. So that’s how he got it on. Or off. Off was good. My drink tasted warm. Transference. Oh, he was getting to me now. I set it down and stood.

I was down to my fire-proof leggings, already shirtless. I took the two steps toward Black Lightening, feeling like I was crossing a canyon. I held my breath as my hands rested on his hips. He jumped slightly, tightly wound cable under his skin. I ran my palms up his side, up over his shoulder blades. I gave his shoulders and arm muscles a few squeezes, then trailed my touches back down. I slid my palms parallel to his spine and dipped them to squeeze his ass. “Like a fucking rock,” I murmured. “I can feel the strength in you. Under your skin. I always wondered how you could jump so far and now I can feel it. It’s all tightly wound in here.”
Lightening shuddered. “Unzip me.”
My fingers fluttered back up to his neck, feeling for the hidden zipper there. I located the flat bit and tugged it down slowly…slowly…slowly…watching, fascinated, as the black liquid parted like a river to reveal slick caramel skin. My lungs hurt and I realized I had not been exhaling. I let the breath go and my head spun. I stopped right above his ass, but to my surprise there was no stopper. There was more. I unzipped it evn further and had to suppress a gasp as it revealed the cleft between two globular cheeks. His tight hole was nested in there. Somewhere. And I would find it. 
“Now sit,” he commanded.
“But -” I protested. squeezing my own package again.
“Sit,” he instructed again.
Pouting a little, I sat. I’m glad I did. I got to watch a beautiful, private affair as Lightening peeled off his suit. His skin was healthy and damp, glistening in the dim light of the track lighting on the ceiling. I bit my knuckle. Lightening was pulling it away from his neck down, and I could see the square cut of his hair on his nape. Him. Not the character, the boy inside. He pulled the mask off of his face, but I couldn’t see it from this position. Instead, he worked like a lizard cleaning itself of freshly shedded skin. Lightening pulled off one hand, then another, then pushed the suit down to his thighs…and his genitals spilled free. The material stuck to the tip of his foreskin and tugged his member straight before coming disconnected. It retracted, making his plump balls bounce. I moaned and felt my leggings become wet. Fuck. I was going to lose it before the fun even started!

Lightening non-chalantly pulled it off his legs and feet while I started – no, feasted – on the sight of his barest parts being jostled around. “Fuck,” I muttered.
He tossed the suit over a chair. “Like what you see?”
I whimpered. “Yes.”
“Without any fanfare, Lightening turned around and showed me his face. I was fascinated and amazed. Mostly because my brain told me that it was still him. I had long about memorized his shape and counters, and even without the black layer of liquid sex I could still recognize him by his physicality alone. It was strange to see him in tones of flesh, browns and pinks, natural colors. It was pleased his hair was so dark it was nearly black. It seemed right. I lifted my gaze to meet his own.

Under the mask was a handsome face with a confident smirk. Strong cheekbones. Full mouth. A strong profile with a sharply defined nose. I admired the gentle slope of his brows, the tweaked black dusting of his eyebrows. He had such long lashes, which I knew, hiding wide and curious charcoal eyes. Of course, Lightning would be fucking gorgeous. Drop dead model gorgeous. I reached forward and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me. Lightening put his hands over my own. I felt his legs tense and for a moment I was sure he’d slip out of my grip, like how a grasshopper leaps out of your hand. 

His cock was so close to me. Thick, sausage like meat, slick and bouncy…would slide so well against my tongue. I swallowed, hard. 

“Like what you see now?”
I nodded stupidly. “Better than any dream, wet or not.”
He chuffed through his nose. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I traced the damp line of his illiac crest, from his hip bone to his cropped dusting of pubic hair. “What do you want me to call you?”
“Call me?” he repeated, distracted.
“When I’m inside you,” I finished.

Lightening exhaled a ragged breath. His cock twitched. “Tristan.”
“Tristan? Your real name is Tristan?”
“Fitting isn’t it? It has the word ‘tryst’ in it.”
I couldn’t help it anymore. I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around his stirring cock. Lightening – Tristan – moaned and took a small step back. I pulled down, moving his extra skin up and down his shaft. “Holy fuck, yes,” he breathed. “Don’t tell the media this but fighting crime makes me so fucking horny…”
“Yeah me too,” I replied, “But only when I see you.”
Tristan whimpered. “Fuck, it feels so good. What do I call you?”
“Ephraim,” I replied. 
“Mm sounds a lot like Ember.”
“Not very secretive huh?” I asked, pressing a kiss to Tristan’s hipbone.
“Mm what? No…not really. But everyone knows your face. You don’t wear a mask.”
“Why should I? I don’t need to.”
“I like my hidden life,” Tristan replied.
“So you can let boys fuck you all you want?”
“God yes, I love to be fucked.” 

Jesus Christ, I was pretty sure I came my pants already but my cock would not go soft. 
“You will be fucked,” I stated firmly.
Tristan swallowed hard. “Your hands – they’re so warm. It’s incredible. You should come massage me after crime fighting episodes…
My eyes widened. What a personal invitation! My mind drifted to the thought of getting to knead Lightening’s rock ass as much as I’d like. “Uhh yeah that could happen,” I sputtered.
“My cock is so hard right now,” Tristan murmured, closing his eyes.
I gazed up at him, transfixed. “Yeah, you are. And oh look…wetness…” I licked the tip of his crown. I could feel his entire body shudder. Another ragged gasp escaped his lips.
“More,” he begged.
I pushed him deeper into my mouth until half his shaft was cupped againsnt my tongue.
“Oh Ember, it’s been so long!
“Since a man did this to you?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Mm,” I replied. “You should have asked me. I worship the ground you walk on – …jump over.”
Tristan snorted. “Oh my god, your tongue is warm too!”
I tried not to giggle. He was adorable. I dipped my head and continued to lave and tease his hardness. I cupped his hip, then slid my hand back, fingers trailing over the swell of one buttock and then down…
“Oh my god,” Tristan said, and pulled a loud breath. I rubbed my hand against his hole, teasing him. Moans of his pleasure grew to tremendous volume. “Ember you must fuck me right now.”
I cupped his balls. “Right now?”
“Now,” Tristan demanded.

“If I must,” I joked.

Sliding into Tristan was terrifying, because I could feel his demon like otherness -his power- coursing through him. And I was trying so hard to keep my temperature under control so did not sear his most intimate parts. My sperm was already sterile from my own body’s power. If I hurt Tristan, I would never forgive myself.
As I sank in deeper and deeper, my emotions began to fly away from me. I let my eyelids drift down. I tilted my head back and let a moan spill from my throat. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmured.
“Don’t stop!” Tristan begged.
I pushed my palms up his back, like a cat kneading. “So tense…god you needed a fucking didn’t you? Poor Lightening. You save everyone but who is taking care of you?”
“No one,” Tristan answered. I was momentarily stunned by the raw need and sadness in his voice. A different kind of fire welled up inside me.
“I am,” I growled. “Starting now.” And then I fucked his brains out. It was a miracle that I did not set the sheets on fire.

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“You put him away baby,” I say, pulling Jesse into a hug. Everyone is in the backyard celebrating but I want a moment with him myself.
“I did,” he whispers, voice cracking.
“He can’t haunt you anymore. He’s gone for good.”
Jesse beams. “Good. I still can’t believe I just …let him control me. Hurt me. What kind of person was I back then?”
“You were different back then. You needed help, and he took advantage of that. You got it, you fought back. You are stronger now. You are unstoppable now, especially today.”
Jesse blushes and he sniffles. He’s standing on the curb so we’re face to face; Jesse wraps his arms around my neck, and I embrace his torso and kiss him. The noise from the backyard is faint and distant, and I savor his taste and heat. We break when our lungs are starved from air.
“Now, I can tell you my good news,” I say after I catch my breath.
Jesse’s eyes go up. “What? What good news?”
I grin. “I got into MIT.”
Jesse shouts. “Oh my god! Are you fucking serious? You got IN??”
“And they’re gonna give me a scholarship for the first year!”
Jesse whoops, and then kisses me again.
I squeeze him tight. “I know you love Minnesota, but come with me to Boston, Jesse. It’ll still be cold, I promise.”
Jesse glances down shy. “Yes.”
I blink. “Yes?”
“I told myself if you asked me to go, I would say yes. I love Minnesota, but I need to leave. I see Nick everywhere, every time I drive past a place he hung out…” Jesse shudders.
I rub his back. “Yeah, Nick is staying here. He’s never been to Boston. It hasn’t been tainted.”
“It’s a city for us, right, babe?” Jesse asks.
I consider his face, falling in love with every feature. “God, it’s so nice to see you happy, smiling and laughing again.”
Jesse blushes. “It’s cause I met you- oh no, Jordan, don’t cry! No no, baby, no, it’s ok.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I’m sorry. This court business just stressed me out so bad.”
Jesse dries my eyes with his shirt, fussing. “There, there.”
“Shit, I really love you Jesse.”
Jesse gives me a smile so beautiful that makes my chest hurt. “I love you too. You are the boyfriend I always thought I never deserved.”
We were still kissing when his mother comes to get us for cake.

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“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” Justin stammered.
“Why?” Reed asked, sounding a bit hurt.
“Cause,” Justin said weakly, “Anyone could walk in…”
“We would hear the door open. Besides, no one is going to be coming into the locker room. The basketball game is in its fourth quarter. They’re all glued to the court.” Reed pushed his lips against Justin’s again and felt a warm knot tightened in between his hips when the tension in Justin’s shoulders melted, and he returned it.
Justin kissed him back – once, twice. “I like kissing you,” he stated.
“I do too. Have you kissed others?” Reed asked.
Justin blushed a little. “One other. But I like kissing you better.”
This seemed to please Reed. “Any girls?”
Justin shrugged. “I’m not too interested.”
“MM…me neither.” Reed grabbed Justin’s shirt lapels and devoured his mouth, pushing him against the lockers and leaving him breathless.

After a long moment of passion, Reed wiped the back of his hand against his mouth. “I hate how hard it is to see you.”
“I wish we went to the same school too,” Justin agreed.
Reed ran his hands over Justin’s chest. He glanced at his watch. “Ever do anything else?”
“Else?” Justin repeated.
Reed smirked at him, then slid down to his knees. Justin’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, here -? You are not!”
Reed pouted. “I’ve been wanting to try this on someone. I bet you taste good. Please? Let me try? We got ten minutes..”
Justin gulped. “Yeah. Yeah go ahead.” His voice was shaking.
Reed petted him through his jeans. “You’re really hard,” he marveled.
“Goddamnit,” Justin said, “How could I NOT be when you kiss me like that?”
Reed snickered. “Good. I was starting to think I was forcing myself on you.”

“Never,” Just said quickly.
Reed slowly unzipped his pants. “Good. Cause I get greedy real fast. wow, boxer briefs. Just what I thought. Oh it’s wet here…” Reed leaned forward and pressed his lips over the outline of the firm shaft hidden under the fabric.
Justin gasped. “Jesus!” And he slammed his hand against the lockers, steadying himself. “Oh my god Reed!”
“Good?”
Justin whimpered.
Reed continued to mouth him, licking and teasing. Very, very slowly did he tug down the waistline and free Justin’s cock. He sighed softly and considered his prize. “Perfect. Just like you. I like uncut too.”
Justin was blushing hard, too flustered to answer – he had his cock in another guy’s hand! And Reed was going to put it in his mouth!
Reed would, but first he seemed content just to touch and stroke it. Justin was leaking from the tip, and when he Reed swiped his tongue over it, Justin felt his knees buckled.

Reed smirked and massaged his own bulge in his pants. Teasing a prep school kid was entirely too much fun. Shame they could only meet when their ‘rival’ basketball teams had games.

Justin watched, fascinated, as his cock slid past Reed’s lips. The sensation made little stars explode in front of his eyes. He pushed his hips and whimpered. Reed grabbed onto the fabric of his jeans and began to suck. Justin moaned and let his eyelids droop. “Oh my god Reed,” he whimpered. “Oh my god.”

Then, strong fingers cupped and squeezed his balls and Justin jumped. He shot, without warning. Reed withdrew and Justin came on his face. Justin cried out, unable to stop a tremendous orgasm from crashing over him – especially since Reed was pumping his slippery shaft and finishing him off.

Suddenly, they heard the whistle.
“Game over,” Reed said. He gave Justin’s cock few licks and returned it to his jeans. “Thank you for that. I really had fun. Did you?”
Justin nodded hard, wordless.
“You’re really hot Justin. We gotta figure out a way to do that again. Soon.”
Just nodded harder. He couldn’t imagine how it would feel better, but he knew Reed had ideas and desperately wanted to know what they all were. All his masturbation fantasies involved Reed anyway. 

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