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by ccallenreese

I watched lovingly as Jason kissed Caroline’s feet, then blew raspberry’s on them, making her giggle. She never took her eyes off her Daddy though. She was captivated by his face. I thought I was going to break into a million little pieces from how adorable they were. I just couldn’t take it. I couldn’t speak either, without crying, so I just filmed and filmed.

Jason smiled at Caroline, then looked at me. “You know it almost feels like a mistake.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Well it’s just… the judge just gave her to us when your sister skipped out with her druggy boyfriend. They were like, ok you’re totally responsible for this helpless, fragile little person and are in charge with not psychologically damaging her until she’s 18 have fun bye!. I mean…wow. I can’t believe it. How did we get so lucky?”
I move his backpack out of the way and scoot up to him. “I feel the same way. Every time I pick her up, I’m scared I’ll drop her, hurt her. I read every food label, watch for every sharp corner, check her clothes for loose threads even. And then I’ll go do something stupid like lock my keys in the car, forget to charge my phone, or break a dish or something, and I can’t believe someone let me have a baby.”
Jason chuckles. Caroline giggles with him and he tickles her. “Yeah I feel that way too. More than anything, I’m so glad to be home Ryan. Away from the desert. Away from loneliness. It was hell.” His voice gets still and distant.
I put an arm on his shoulder. “Well then this is heaven ok?”
The cold expression on his face melts. “Yeah. It really is. I got that new desk job at the base. 9-5. Gonna be home plenty now. I can pick her up from school when she’s older, sneak her out for ice cream, get us in trouble with you for spoiling our dinner…”
I chuckle. “God you are going to be a great father.”
“I hope I am. I can’t disappoint her.”
“You won’t. You haven’t. Look – she hasn’t taken her eyes off of you for a second. She’s smitten with you.”
Jason glances at me. “I think you have some serious competition, Ryan.”
I laugh this time, then lean in so I can kiss Jason. “Well, I think I’m going to get more kisses.”
“You think?”
“Well, she’s only been around what? A month? You owe me some serious make out sessions,” I tease.
Jason smirks. “And I am going to give them back to you tenfold. You’re going to have trouble walking for a year when I’m through with you.”
“I can only hope.”
“Hey,” Jason says. I lift my head up. “A military man always keeps his promises.”

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by ccallenreese

“Good morning~” 
“Nng.”
“Oh come on, a kiss is supposed to wake sleeping beauty up from her slumber.”
“Sleeping beauty did not stay up too late fucking her cute boyfriend last night.”
“Point taken,” Julian concedes.
“Why are you so perky?” Albin grumbles, not opening his eyes or moving.
“Cause I got laid last night.”
“Nng.”
“Ok, Grumpy. I think I know what would fix this.” Julian flops own next to Albin, facing him. He snakes his hand through the sheets, exploring, searching, until his fingertrips brush Albin’s abs. Albin makes a soft noise through his nose as the fingers trail south…further south..then they grab. Albin’s eyelids pop open.
“Julian!”
Julian smirks at him but doesn’t say anything as he begins to pet Albin’s cock under the sheets.
“Shit, that feels good,” Albin mutters, rolling onto his back.
“Of course it does. You’re a healthy male after all.”
“God it turns me in such a weird way when you use clinical terms with me.”
Julian leans forward and nips Albin’s ear with his teeth. “And then we stimulate the young Swedish-American male until his penis becomes erect from its flaccid state and the testicles start to display high in their sac…”
Albin groans. “Fuck you Julian, you are evil incarnate.”
Julian giggles, still stroking, still petting, enjoying feeling the flesh growing taut in his hand. “Your foreskin is pulled back now,” he purrs. Albin swallows hard and Julian’s fingers felt wet. 
“Shit I’m not going to last long.”
“Then don’t.”
Julian pumps his lover faster and faster, smothering the sensitive skin with relentless touch and a tight grip. All the while, he nibbles on Albin’s ear lobe and flickers his tongue up the curve of the shell. 
“Fuck…fuck!” Albin cries, arching his back and grabbing onto the pillow. Under the sheets, Julian could feel his boyfriend’s cock jerking and ejaculating in his hand. The fabric became saturated and clung while Julian tries to hold on to the increasingly slippery organ. “That’s it…come for me big boy. Show me what you built up overnight…yes, all of it. Give it to me, stud.”
“FUCK Julian!” Albin hisses. His back is arched high like a bow, and then he collapses, gasping. 
Julian knew this was the point to stop touching and to simply lower his hand and cup Albin’s balls for a while. He loved that, but only after he came for some reason. 
Julian lets Albin recover while he kisses his cheek. “Are you awake now?”
“Y- ..yeah.” Albin licks his lips and swallows. “I am very much awake, thank you.”
“Good,” Julian chirps. “Now you can make me waffles.”
Albin snorts and looks at his boyfriend, his face full of love. “Seriously? Waffles? Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
“Mm. I’d rather you owe me a favor. Redeemable anytime..anywhere…no matter what.”
Albin raises an eyebrow. “Is it just me, or are you getting kinkier?”
“I buy one thing made of leather and suddenly I’m a kinkster!” Julian cries, pretending to be offended.
“Cause seriously I’m seriously hoping so. I’d love to spank you over my lap sometime,” Albin confesses, stretching. “My leather gloved hand on your ass, the paddle striking your cute butt, leaving these red marks while you squirm and leak pre-cum into my lap… it’d be hot.” He glances at Julian to gauge his reaction on if that was too weird or not. To his surprise, Julian is blushing.
“Ok, fuck, well now I’m getting hard,” Julian sighs.
Albin smirks. “Nope. You wanted waffles.”
“Allbiiiinnnn~”
“Be a good boy or I’ll spank you.”
“…I kind of want to be spanked now,” Julian admits.
“Ok, be a good boy or I won’t spank you.”
“Fine fine, let’s go eat waffles.”
“Naked?” Albin asks.
“Naked.”
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by ccallenreese

“Ya think you can take both of us fag? Damn. We can’t tell if you’re dumb, desperate, horned out of your mind, or all above. I say we should find out.”
“You want his mouth or ass first, bro?”
“Mm. I want those pretty lips first.”
“Hopin’ you’d say that. The ass is mine.”
“Should we hose him off first? He’s filthy from barn work.”
“Yeah let’s do that. Just like when we were kids and washed our prize animal for the 4H fair,” he chuckles.
“Good one bro. You wanna grab the fag or the hose?”
“The hose.”
“Hopin’ you’d say that.”

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by ccallenreese

I never show this photo to anyone. I quietly transfer it from computer to computer, phone to phone, but never show it to a soul. I think my face looks ridiculous but that is exactly how I felt that morning. I woke up and there was a cute, naked boy spread over my legs. It was that moment I remembered I was not a virgin anymore. I had slept with my boyfriend on prom night. I remember it being strange, and not what we expected it to be like, because we were so horny we couldn’t think straight. James seemed to know his way around his hole better than me, and he gave me great tips on how to stretch him. I think he was really really eager to be fucked by a real cock for the first time. I later found out James had quite a collection of dildos. 

But wow. Sex! I couldn’t believe I had done it. It was an amazing, visceral thing. And to top it off, I woke up with this adorable creature snuggling me like a koala. Even though I was 18 and my world was very small, I still think that was one of the best things to ever happen to me though. So hot, so torrid. Just how it’s supposed to be – a fumbling, sweaty fuck between lovey-dovey teenagers. 

I was awake before James was though and found myself pretty stuck. I didn’t want to get up. So, I did what I could do – take a photo. That was the first photo of me as a man. I was a boy no more. 

I wonder what James would think of this photo. Maybe I can find him on Facebook. He has a pretty distinct last name. Aaand there it is. Damn, he got even hotter in college. Oh hey, it says he’s single. Well that doesn’t have mean anything. I’ll just…send him a message here. He probably won’t – oh wow he responded right away. Hey James, how have you been?

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Yes. This is good. Master is happy. If he’s happy, I’m happy. He’s got his latte in his favorite cup with that organic milk that was on sale. He’s wearing his favorite casual shorts that I washed last night, and I know he’s free-ballin in there because he’s got nothing else going on’ today. I love knowing his cock is comfortable too. Maybe he’ll let me service it later.
He’s reading one of the books I picked at the library – and he is liking it! I did good. If he likes the ending, I might get a reward. God, he is so hot. I am so lucky to sit at his feet and await his commands. I could watch him read all day. I could listen to him read the phone book all day. Hell, I could watch him sleep all night. I have watched him sleep before though…his dick twitches a lot when he’s unconscious. Very entertaining. Yes, he’s happy. Content. I’m a good boy. I can’t wait until he needs something else. I’m going to make him happy forever.

Oh my god. He’s looking at me. Why is he looking at me like that? God he is so dreamy. Am I bothering him? Shit. Was there something I forgot to do? What do I say? 
“Sir…?”
Oh he’s smiling! This is good. That’s a cheeky smile, not a horny smile or a you’re-gonna-get-it smile. 
“You are so cute.” He then rubs the top of my fuzzy head and cuffs the back of my skull before going back to his book.
……oh my god did that just happen? Master thinks I’m cute! My face feels so red. Master thinks I’m cute. I am going to die from loving him so much. I think I’m going to nuzzle his legs and curl up around his feet for a while and recover from this.

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What do you mean, this is not a chew toy? *tilts head*

“Pup I just washed that give it back.”
Michael was not amused, but his pup sure was. He clearly thought this was a game, bouncing back on his paws and pulling the jockstrap out of reach.
“Puppy that’s my favorite one. Don’t get it dirty again with your pup slobber! Don’t be bad now. Come on, give it. Giiive.“
Michael snagged it with his fingers, but his pup thought this was a game too and pulled it back. Michael was forced to get it go or else he was going to wear out the elastic.
“Puppy!” he complained. This was what he got for leaving his pup cooped up in the house these last couple days. Between the rain and work, there just hadn’t been a lot of time for walks. His pup ‘woofed’ at him and put his head down with his butt in the air, tail wagging. Michael rubbed his temples. 

Just then, the doorbell rang. His pup was off like a lightning bolt. “Pup, no! Waaaaiit no.” But when he got to the front door, his pup was sitting there in front of the screen door wearing only a T-shirt, his plug, and the mask, with the jockstrap in his mouth. Michael turned bright red. Of course, he had left the front door open cause it was such a nice day out. On the other side of the screen door, the mail carrier was holding his package from Amazon and looking embarrassed. Michael felt his face turn red. He was sure the post office guy knew there was a dildo in that box. 

Michael tugged his pup aside, then gave him a firm swat on the pup accompanied by strict words to sit. Mercifully, the pup obeyed him. Michael received his package and apologized to the mail clerk. Michael shut the main door behind him after he left, and groaned. He was probably going to get black listed from the USPS for this. Michael turned to face his pup. 

His boy still had that jockstrap in his mouth. Michael looked at the box. Well, now he had a weapon. Eventually, Michael was able to negotiate with the pup to trade the jockstrap for the dildo. His pup began chewing on it, and Michael sighed. He put the box in the recycle bin and went to look up pup training in his area. Negotiating with a dog was not a good sign, and Michael knew he was weak against his pup’s cute face. It was time to hire a professional.

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by ccallenreese

Wow. That is what real swagger looks like. So macho. So confident. I can’t believe I thought I could pull that off. I was never a real, true man. God, how on earth could I ever convince myself that I could pretend to be someone I am so obviously not? Even if I dressed the part, it would still be putting lipstick on a pig. Everyone had to know I was in denial. My place is at HIS side, complimenting his masculinity. And well, a submissive boy always looks good under the arm of some very hot meat.