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by ccallenreese

Patrick fussed with the edge of his underwear for like the tenth millionth time that day. There was a bruise under the skin and the fabric kept rubbing on it. When he got home, he immediately took his pants off and had a look in front of the floor length mirror in the closet. To his surprise, Patrick couldn’t see a visible bruise. Maybe there was a faint purple shadow but in the dim light, it was hard to tell. He rubbed the spot and went to find a pair of sweatpants to put on.
He thought perhaps because the butt was mostly fat, that maybe a bruise on the muscle wouldn’t show up on skin the way it would on an arm or leg. Still that meant Brian had really been squeezing his ass quite hard to leave a bruise that deep.
Brian did have large, strong hands; when Brian had pinned Patrick’s wrists to the bed, he was utterly immobilized. It was rare anyone had the strength to do that to him. Being controlled, dominated like that, was almost terrifying, but the sex had been on another level. One hand on Patrick’s ass, one hand on his hip…driving his cock in like a piston over and over…
Patrick coughed and cleared his throat. He felt warm all over. Goddamn, he thought, he’s still getting under my skin. Wait. Brian had a hand on his hip right? Patrick wandered back into the closet and pulled the edge of his underwear and sweatpants down on his left side. There was a faint purple mark there, unmistakable as a fingerprint sized bruise. “Jesus Christ, he tenderized me like a piece of meat!” Patrick said to his reflection.
He pulled up his pants and rubbed his butt absentmindedly as he walked out of his bedroom. “Fuck, I really want to call Brian now….”

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by ccallenreese

Michael lingers in the bathroom entrance and watches his boy do his morning stretches. During the week, he doesn’t get to watch this because he’s in the shower. Michael is mesmerized by the way the dawn sun plays over the curves and muscles of his body. Being a houseboy is a young man’s game, but as Isaiah had crossed 30 into 31, 32, Michael is finding his houseboy has been evolving into a beautiful creature that increasingly captures all of his attention and thoughts.
Even when asleep.
Over night, Michael had some fantastical dream last night about Isaiah’s nude body and woke up with a hunger for him. But when he roused to a bare state of consciousness, Isaiah already had his backside pressed against Michael’s erection and was pleading for it to go further. Michael is still entirely unsure who instigated all of it, but ‘rising with the sun’ so to speak is a fine way to start the day.

Isaiah turns slightly and Michael can see some wetness on the inside of his thigh; he fixates on it. Most of Michael’s ejaculate has to still be inside of his boy, which Michael finds deeply satisfying.
Isaiah rises from a position with his palms on the floor, then brings his arms over his head and pulls his elbows down. He looks over at Michael coyly. “Can I help you Sir?”
“Finish up, I want to wash you.”
“Oh, I would love that Sir. Weekends mornings are much better than weekday mornings, don’t you think?”
“I think we need weekday mornings to appreciate weekend mornings, but honestly any morning with you is a good morning. You are my daylight.”
Isaiah blushes prettily. “Thank you Sir. May I wash you too?”
“You can, but I am going beg you for a back massage, just warning you.”
Isaiah chuckles as he stretches his arms across his body. “Sir, that is not an inconvenience. It’s the only time I get to really get my hands on your ass.”
“The ass is not part of the back.”
“It’s the base of the back, Sir.”
Michael gives him a look and holds out a hand. “Come here, you.”
Isaiah smiles. “Yes Sir.”

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by ccallenreese

“Aaahhh, I think I just died,” Nelson laughed. “I’m totally dead.”
“I’ll avenge you!” Tito smashed the buttons aggressively on the controller.
“Oh! Oh noooo Tito don’t – ahh you dude what was that move? That was sick! You got him, finish him, finish him! Ahaha bro you’re my hero.”
“I have avenged you, but now I am a lonely victor. Cause yeah you died.”
Nelson snickered. “I am not good at this.”
“You did pretty well for someone who hasn’t done this before.”
“Yeah, I’m not that invested – it’s not like I can win this game in one day. Besides like, winning isn’t the point, just fun to hang out.”
“Yeah. I wish we could like…do this more often. Instead of just once a year,” Tito grumbles.

There was a solid pause. “We may be able to hang out more.”
Tito craned his head up. “What do you mean?”
“My cousin’s going off to college right? My uncle said the room is free; he said I could rent it if I want to.”
“You’re – you’re thinking of moving back here?”
“Maybe. I’m not getting anywhere with community college in Maryland, going to university doesn’t feel right, and living with my mom and her new husband is super weird. There’s a new HVAC program at the career center here that’s really affordable, and they pay for the apprenticeship. No debt, and I get job skills. Um, so I’m looking into it.”
“Are you serious? Is that why you came here suddenly? I thought you just came for your cousin’s graduation.”
“That, and to see you,” Nelson said.
“Did you apply for that program or are you just thinking about it?”
“I applied. I was waiting to hear back if I’m accepted for fall. I haven’t heard yet, but like, I just can’t keep a secret. So I don’t want to get your hopes up, but ya know… I kind of like the hope.”
Tito put down the controller. He turned around so he could climb onto Nelson’s lap like a koala, legs tucked on the sides, but holding on as tight as he could. “I want you to move back,” he whispered.
Nelson wrapped him in a hug and nuzzled his cheek. “I want to be with you too, but it doesn’t matter where to me.”
Their lips met with a soft touch. The CRT TV hummed in the background, the game on hold. Tito’s hands pushed up Nelson’s shirt; Nelson snaked his hands around back to squeeze Tito’s ass. Nelson could feel the hardness in Tito’s shorts against his stomach, and was pretty sure Tito could feel the same thing. The urge to touch him was suddenly over-whelming.

“So if it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter if we’re in my bedroom instead of on this floor?” Tito asked.
“Nope. Actually I’d prefer to be there.”
“Yeah me too. Why don’t we move here?”
“That’s a phenomenal idea. I need to reward you for avenging my death though,” Nelson reminded him. “And I think your bedroom is a better spot for that.”
“You want me to carry you like how Cloud carries Aerith’s body in Final Fantasy?”
Nelson snickered. “I think for that scene to work, we need to fill up the bathtub.”
“Ohhh no I’ve watched enough porn to know sex in the bathtub is a bad bad idea.”
“Even with a sexy corpse?”
“Especially with a sexy corpse.”
“Well, carry me like a sexy corpse. It’ll be very dramatic.”
Tito puffed out his cheeks. “I will try.”

15 minutes later, Tito’s roommate came home and noticed there was a foot sized hole in the wall of the hallway, plaster on the carpet, and a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom at the end. Oh no, what were those noises? He decided to go get In n Out for dinner.

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Captions are fictional.

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by ccallenreese

shirtlessboys:

Nú número 1 (by Laerte Késsimos)

THIS IS A SEQUEL. PREQUEL IS HERE.

I consider my nude torso in the mirror as I scratch my beard and yawn. “Man, I needed that.”
“What, the sex or the trip to the bathroom?” Lucien teases.
“The sex, you silly boy. I’ve mastered the art of jerking off while driving my semi, but it doesn’t come close to the satisfaction of being in bed with you.”
“You can jerk off while driving a semi?”
I grin. “I can even pee in a bottle while driving.”
“Oh my god, I’m never getting on the highway again.”
I chuckle. “Funny enough, part of the reason I cut corners like that is to hurry up and make the drives go faster, so I have extra time to stop and see you.”
Lucien’s face hardens. “Don’t you dare go riskin lives for a piece of ass, you hear me?”
My face flushes at being scolded. I hide how charmed I am to hear his Southern accent come out a bit more when he was getting serious with me. I told up my hands in surrender. “I won’t do anything dumb, I promise. I can’t enjoy coming to Cordova if I’m dead.”
Lucien flicks his lighter. “Honestly, I’d sleep with a ghost.”
“Could they pay you?”
Lucien thinks. “I have no idea how that would work, but I’d do it once just to see what it’s like.”
“You would put them in your phone as Ghost, I’m guessing?”
“Oh I already have a Ghost.”
I sit on the edge of the bed. “What, really?”
“Yeah. He’s an albino.”
“You’re shitting me.”
Lucien can’t keep a straight face and dissolves into giggles. “I am.”
I throw a sock at him.
"Hey!”
“Hay is for horses,” I reply.
“There is a Ghost in my phone for real though. He booked me like three times and never showed up. Got banned for that.”
“Wow.”

Lucien looks at me. “So…you said you would cook me dinner last time, and so I’m dying to know what’s in that cooler you brought in with you.”
“You said you had a grill out back right?”
“Yep.”
“Fantastic. Gonna make you a nice bison steak with roasted peppers and potatoes.”
“Bison? Sounds amazing,” Lucien groans. “Better than hotdogs.”
“You get enough hot dogs in your bun.”
Lucien throws the sock back at me.
I chuff air through my nose. “By the way, I also got you a present.”
“You did? You didn’t have to.”
”Oh don’t pretend like you don’t like presents. I noticed you got some new magnets on your fridge. Like that Niagara Falls one, and I take it you haven’t been there lately.”
“Ok, busted I love presents.” Lucien glances in the direction of the fridge. “A guy named Yellow Truck sent me that. Hell of a drive from here.”
”And a lot colder.” I stand up and pull on my jeans. I walk out of the small bedroom to the living room/kitchen where my duffel is by the back door. I glance over my shoulder; Lucien face up, but propped up on his elbows watching me. The sun is splayed across his chest, nearly making him glow. I bring the duffel back into the room and set it on the bed.
“There’s something bulky in there,” Lucien comments.
“It takes up most of the bag actually,” I admit. I unzip the duffel and take out a box wrapped haphazardly in newspaper with tape stuck to it in random places.

“Aw, is it Christmas, Turbo?” Lucien sits up and folds his legs. He’s still naked as when I pulled out of him, and he hasn’t even considered a piece of clothing once. His casual acceptance of nudity is just another thing he does as easy as breathing. There’s no mistaking that Lucien didn’t get “stuck” as a male prostitute…he was born for it. And I’m lucky to be in his universe.
I hand him the box. “Maybe. It’s an early Christmas present. Well, maybe, a late present. A very late present.”
Lucien raises a brow and turns the box in his hands. “Oh, it’s noisy. Is this a puzzle? It’s a really big box if it’s a puzzle.”
“Open it.”
Lucien hooks his fingers under the paper and pulls. After one tear, he stops and stares at the packaging revealed underneath. “Turbo! Did you get me Lucky Charms?”
“Open it!”
He destroys the rest of the newspaper and whoops with laughter. “This is the biggest goddamn box of Lucky Charms I’ve ever seen! It’s like two boxes glued together, where did you find this?”
“Costco.” I puff out my chest proudly. “Should make up for the box your mouse got into when you were a kid.”
Lucien smiles and hugs the box. “It does. I will keep it in the fridge to prevent it from happening again.” He opens the box with enthusiasm and stuffs a handful of cereal in his face. A groan follows. “Why ish thish so good?”
“Sugar, probably. Don’t ruin your appetite for dinner now.”
He eats another handful. “Fuck, thish ish so good. Fank you.” Crumbs land on his lap.
I chuckle. “You’re welcome. I’m going to take a quick shower and start on dinner ok?”
“Sounds good to me. I’m going to change the sheets and go have a cigarette.”

"Lucien, how often do you get harassed by your clients about smoking?”
“Oh all the time,” he admits. “I’m down to three cigs a day from half a pack, so … progress.”
“Well that is good, when did you start smoking?”
“Began stealing my mom’s cigs when I was 12.”
I shake my head.
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of dads supervising me and punishing me for my errant ways.”
That makes me perk up. “You have clients that spank you?”
Lucien grins. “Only when I’m a misbehaving school boy that keeps coming home late for farm work and needs to be spanked for his laziness.”
I swallow. God, what a visual! “Ok, I need to get more creative.”
Lucien eats a marshmallow from the box. “Whatever makes you happy. You’re paying for it. Sex is great as it is though. I’m not in a hurry to change anything.”
“Great? I’m great?”
Lucien points to the white stains on the bed. “Not everyone makes me cum you know.”
I consider this and wish my balls would refill faster. “I am making you a hell of a fucking steak dinner after this shower.” I grab my kit out of my dufffel and head to the bathroom.
“Leave the door open so I can watch you,” Lucien says with a coy smile. I look back at him. He looks almost imp like, sitting cross legged, dwarfed by a giant cereal box.
I give him a helpless look and exhale. I’m half erect although there’s nothing in the reservoir tanks. Lucien notices and I can tell by the gleam in his eyes, that even though I’m his client – I hired him! – he’s not done with me yet tonight.

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Captions are fictional.

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by ccallenreese

allbecauseoftheboys:

(ed note – Lucien is one of my rare reoccurring characters. Prior stories about him can be found with the lucien stories tag.)

“Lucien?”
“Mmm.”
“When was your first time?”
“Having sex?”
“Mm no, with a man.”
Lucien rolled his head to the side and looked at me. “You think I just do this for money?”
“No. But, you seem so casual with so many men. Just men as far back as I can imagine. I was just wondering how it started.”
Lucien huffs air out his nose. “So many men indeed. My first customer was a guy moving from Virgina I think to -”
“No no,” I insist, giving him a little kick in the shin, “Your first gay experience. When you knew, you know, that you liked men.”
Lucien raises an eyebrow. “I don’t usually tell those kinds of stories to clients, stories about…” he trails off suddenly.

“You were going to say your real name weren’t you?” I ask.
“Yes,” he admits. “That boy…he is very different from Lucien. I’m not sure you’d like him.”
I furrow my brow. “But you share the same body. I like your body. I like being in your body…why wouldn’t I like him?”
“Because,” Lucien insists, “He was an angry person. A sad person. Someone who hated the world because of the life he’d been born into. When I …he was seven, his mother got him a big Costco size box of Lucky Charms for Christmas. Cause they could never afford name brand cereal right? And that meant he’d get breakfast for a few days. He ate some of it, then put it on the top shelf to save it for special occasions, like when there wasn’t food. A week later, he went to sneak some in the middle of the night and discovered a mouse had moved into it, as well as these moth things… he cried and cried. He learned that day that life wasn’t fair. I don’t think he ever recovered.”
“Lucien…that’s so sad.” I gave him a kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“See?” he insists. “This is why I don’t tell these stories. They’re not fun, or sexy, or happy.”
“So…the story of your gay encounter, it wasn’t any of those?” I dare to ask. I’m not sure now if I want to know, but Lucien has become a figurehead of fantasy in my daydreams when I’m off at university, and I feel that I must know his full story.

Lucien takes a deep breath and sighs patiently. “I thought…he thought, it wasn’t fair that God made him gay in a very rural, very conservative town in the Bible Belt. So, for a while, he was angry about that too. One summer, he got a little work detasseling corn and washing dishes for a big BBQ restaurant. Under the table. And it wasn’t fair – the other boys were spending their money on comics and sodas and cassette tapes, and those with older brothers got them to buy them cigarettes and dirty magazines; but I… – he had to save his money to buy a new pair of shoes for school, money for lunches, hair cuts. Really good duct tape to hold up the tarps that kept the rain out of the trailer. Nothing ever fun.”
I listened intently.
“There was a boy I worked with. We were both 14. He was a beautiful creature. Very serious face, a strong nose. Freckles. Bony shoulders. He was so beautiful, very distracting. A bunch of boys would go down to the quarry to go swimming after our shifts, but as more of us would wander off to go smoke or hang out with girls, it ended up just being me and him one day. And he suggested that we’d skinny dip because it was so hot. He was so stunning naked, he had the most perfect penis, even at his age. It was going to be just the right size when he was done growing, the right color, shape. I was so envious how he looked like a model, standing there in the dirt, naked with corn silk in his hair.” Lucien chuckled at the memory. “He saw me staring at him, so he came into the water and swam over to me. He asked if I ever kissed a boy before. I said no. And he kissed me. And we kissed a long time. He sat on this rock shelf submerged into the water and he let me touch him. He was so hot, so virile. His balls…Jesus, they were huge. I played with him until the water turned cloudly, then he did the same to me.”
Lucien doesn’t talk for a while. The moment is too tender to interrupt. I cuddle up against him and wait.
“As we were cycling back into town, the other me…he realized something. Life isn’t fair, but even if it isn’t fair, it can still feel really wonderful. And thus, life can be OK, as long it’s by our standards and not someone else’s standards. From then on, he thought being gay was the best thing to ever happen to him.”

“I’m glad you’re gay,” I offered.
Lucien reached over and tousled my hair. “You do love a good dick.”
I snorted and playfully shoved him. “Lucien, did something unfair happen to that boy?”
Lucien shrugs. “No.”
Relief floods through me.
“He moved away. Father lost his job or something. They moved back in with his mother’s family in Tennessee. I’m happy he got out of Cordova, went back to a bigger town, where people can appreciate a beautiful man like him. Last I heard, he joined the Marines. I bet he looks crazy gorgeous in that uniform.”

“You still think of him,” I hear myself say, in awe.
Lucien blinks at me. “I looked him up on the internet at the library some time ago. I just like knowing he’s happy, that his life is fair. Somehow, it makes me happy too. Like the universe has balanced itself out.” Lucien moves his hand over my belly and starts rubbing my half erection through my underwear. “Did that excite you? Are you ready to have sex now?”
“Fuck Lucien,” I gasp. “Even when you’re telling stories, you make me so horny It’s like the pure, unfiltered, raw kind of horny. It’s just not fair.”
He laughs for the first time today. “Not fair hm? But it feels good, right?”
“Yes, very good,” I breathe as he plays with me.
Lucien smiles mischievously at me. “Then by our standards, it can’t be all that bad.”

I can’t think of what to say to that, but Lucien is already reaching for the lube, preparing for the next stage where talking isn’t real necessary.

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Text is fictional. Photo was shot by Markus Bollingmo; the original was in color and the rest of the series (must see!) are at his Livejournal here, actually.

Reblogging this from 2014 cause I wrote a sequel.

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by ccallenreese

kevinfeiges:

Dillon Buck and Junior Stellano | MENatPLAY’s Office Junior

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Stelios grunted. He stormed out of the office. His face was red to his collar bone. “Oh lord,” Greg muttered. He pointed at Lee. “You stay there.” He left the office and chased after Stelios.

“Stel!”
Stelios was just pacing in the empty hallway clenching his fists.
“Stel,” Greg said as he jogged up to him. “Don’t – don’t punch anything. You know how your hand is.”
Stelios huffed loudly and threw his jacket half off his back. “Just – fuck! We’re right back at the start aren’t we? I actually thought we were making progress. After all that therapy, all that time we spent, that it was actually getting through to him.”
“It was working, and it was helping,” Greg reminded him.
“Well, clearly it wasn’t!” Stelios shouted. “And it’s fine now, he’s 16. But this is how it starts, Greg. Lee’s going to get some form of suspension, I just know it. He’s going to be disconnected from his studies. Maybe he’ll catch up. But we’re not going to be there when he’s 18, 19, 20. Off at college. He gets into another fight, he goes to jail. If we can’t control this now we …christ, Greg, we’ve failed him.” Stel’s voice hitched. He covered his mouth and turned to the wall.
Greg parted his lips but only a sigh came out. He walked over to Stel and pulled him back around and into a hug. The man’s body was hot against his. “We haven’t failed him. Lee has been doing amazing. He’s happy, he’s got friends, he’s making good grades. We made it through puberty without him putting us in the hospital. Or biting us. He even likes his therapist.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“You need to give us credit for what we’ve accomplished,” Greg said in a soothing voice in Stelios’s ear.
“But what if it’s for nothing?” Stelios whispered.
“It’s not for nothing. Are you telling me we adopted him for nothing, that we didn’t change the course of his life for the better at all?”
A pause. “Well…no.”
“And remember how the principal told us that this wasn’t unprovoked. He was defending a girl being bullied.”
“That doesn’t excuse it though. We don’t want to tell him some fighting is acceptable.”
“No, but we can discipline him without it signaling a collapse of his therapies. Actually, I think it’s a sign his therapies are working.”
Stelios scoffed.
“How?”

He stepped back from the hug, but he was standing only a foot apart from Greg.
“Because Lee tried to get them to stop with words. He told someone to get a teacher. He took steps to try and resolve the bully picking on that girl. But the bully shoved him, and so he swung. An over reaction? Maybe. But he didn’t just hit that kid unprovoked. It’s progress.”

Stelios exhaled. “Maybe, but it’s still fighting. I dreaded this call would come. If that bully…what’s his name? Ryan? If his nose is really broken, it could be expensive.”
“We have good health care and insurance. We could make Lee pay back the co-pay installments, to help teach him the impact of this.”
Stelios looked at his husband. “Why are you so good at this parenting thing?”
Greg snorted. “Cause I have a good partner I can trust to do it with me.”
Stelios lowered his gaze to the floor. “I don’t feel like a good partner right now. I just feel mostly angry.”

Greg folded his arms. “Like you could fight someone?”
“What?”
“Like Paul Costanza?”
Stelios got a deer in headlight look and then the color came back, not up his neck, but just on his cheeks. “Nope. Nothing. Nada. No recollection.”
Greg chuckled. “You don’t remember how you thought he was assaulting me in that bar? Cause he was fucking me pressed me against the fence in that alley, and I was wailing like I was in distress?”
“I plea the 5th.”
“You never met me, yet you tried to protect my honor. It was cute, although your intentions were a tad misplaced.”
“Greg,” Stelios said helplessly.
Greg chuckled to himself. “Can’t believe that’s how we met.”

Stelios nodded. “Me neither. I remember next time I saw you at that bar, I apologized and asked how I could make it up to you. And you told me I needed to finish off where I got interrupted.”
Greg tilted his head. “Ok I forgot how slutty I was back then.”
A smile appeared on Stelios’s face. “The right amount. Also you still sound like you’re in distress sometimes.”
Greg coughed. “Hush.”
“The only time you’re quiet is when I kiss you. Remember that, us standing on the patio of that bar?” Stelios put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and caressed him down over his pecs. “You ran your fingers up my neck when we kissed, and you drove me nuts.”
Greg pressed his hand to the back of Stelio’s neck and moved his fingertips into his hairline. “Like this?”
“Y-yeah…”

Stelios leaned forward as Greg kissed him. The white hot anger dissolved away, and soon his muscles relaxed. When they parted for air, Greg pushed forward, seeking Stelios’s lips and the taste of him. Stelios couldn’t remember the last time they really just made out like this, like they used to. Sex seemed to be so brief these days. God, it had been so good back then, when they were young and naive and horny. They’d fuck and then splay on the bed, talking and dreaming of starting a family. And now here was the future, and they did have a family. A happy, functioning one. Greg was right. This fight really wasn’t that big of a deal. Lee would be fine, and they would be fine. This was just a hiccup of raising a teenager with a rough start in life.

They parted again. Greg moved in, but Stelios put his hand on his chest. “We’re um, making out in the hallway of our son’s high school.”
It was Greg’s turn to blush. “Oh. Right. The principal is probably wondering where we went.”
“We should get back,” Stelios agreed. “But um, we should pick up where we left off when we get home.”
“Can I undress you out of your suit?”
“Only if I can undress you.”
“Deal.” Greg smiled and straightened Stelio’s jacket. “Feel better?”
“Yeah. I’m glad I didn’t punch a wall.”
“Me too.” Greg snuck a little kiss in. They walked back to the principal’s office, holding hands, to go sort out their son and bring him home.

When they walked back into the office, Lee was sitting in a chair outside the principal’s office. He looked up at his parents. “Are you going to unadopt me?”
Greg shouldn’t have laughed, but it was just so unexpected.
Stelios palmed Lee’s shaved head. “Not on your life, kid. Sorry, we love you, you’re stuck with us.”
“Even though I screwed up?”
“Even though you screwed up.“
“Screwing up is how we met actually,” Greg added.
“Really?“ Lee responded.
“Yep. Come on, let’s go find out what your punishment is, and then we’re going home ok?”
“Ok,” Lee nodded. He looked exhausted. Defeated. His stomach grumbled.
“You wanna get McDonalds on the way home?”
“Yes,” Lee squeaked. His eyes were all wet.
“Ah, kid. Come here.”
Lee stood up and Greg hugged him. Stelios patted him on the back, then went go to talk to the principal. It was just a hiccup, he reminded himself. Life would go on, and he had a good evening ahead to look forwarded to – French fries and French kissing.

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Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

mishkhail:

“Sir, I concede my argument Sir. Sweatpants can be sexy, Sir. I should not have argued with you Sir.”
“No Kenny, I like when you challenge me. It gives me a chance to flex my creativity. Besides, you seem to learn better by doing than talking.” I walk around to the side of the bed so I can get behind him; I kneel on the mattress and handcuff his wrists together.
“Uhhh why did you do that Sir?”
I slide off the bed and pick the remote up off the desk. “Oh for this.” I turn on the vibrator buried deep in the tightness of his ass, from when I put it in there at breakfast.
“Nnnnggg!” Kenny squeals and squirms. “Oh you put it on high, Sir!”
I turn it down a notch. “Better?”
“I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use!” he gasps.
I grin and set the timer on my phone. I show him the numbers on the screen counting down. “You have five minutes to cum in your sweatpants. After that, you will finish tidying your room with a wet stain.”
Kenny gulps. “Five minutes – wait, why wet Sir?”
“So every time your loose cock brushes up against the wet, cold fabric, you will be reminded that your orgasms and pleasure are at my mercy, and my will.”
“I’m definitely at your mercy, Sir. Oh god,” he groans.

“Look, you’re getting so hard – must be tight, straining with the rope around it.” I run my finger across the length of his shaft. My boy whimpers.
“By the way I forgot to mention something.”
“What is it Sir?” Kenny asks. His face is becoming flushed.
I hold up my phone to show him the time. “If you don’t finish in five minutes, there will be punishment.”
Kenny gasps. The conflict of annoyance, horror, and arousal shows on his face and in his eyes, and my lust for him only grows. I watch him as he squirms and tries to manipulate the plug inside using his posterior muscles. A wet spot blooms on the heather grey fabric. I lick my lower lip and watch him. Three minutes to go… he hasn’t had an orgasm or permission to touch his cock in three days, this should be easy for him. But if not? It’ll be much longer than three for his next one.

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by ccallenreese

(via ultrasublimedelusion)

Toby was sunbathing in his cute pink thong and big ol’ aviator shades in the park when someone shouted right above his head –
“I GOT IT!” This was followed by the thud of footsteps in the grass.
Toby moved to sit up when a frisbee landed in lap – and a giant shadow passed over him. Toby yelped out in surprise as shadow became mass that toppled over him.
“Ooof! Fuck! Shit!” Duke grunted. He splayed out his legs to avoid kicking Toby in the head and put out his hands; one landed to the left of Toby’s leg, the other between his knees, to catch his weight. Toby was stunned, not by what so much had happened in the last two seconds, but by the view he was granted of an absolutely perfect uncut cock and the swell of a heavy pink testicle.
Unbalanced, the man toppled over onto the grass. He rolled over onto his knees and sat up to dust himself off. “I’m so sorry about that, are you ok?” The man took the frisbee off Toby’s lap.
Toby sat up and pushed up his sunglasses. “Um. Y-yes, thank you. Are you alright?”
“Yeah I’m fine. I’m real sorry to have fallen on you. I tripped trying to catch this stupid plastic disc.”
“Oh no don’t apologize. I should thank you for the beautiful view, actually.”
The man gave a sheepish, lopsided grin. “Ah shit, did I slip out?”
“A little,” Toby teased.
The man glanced down and tucked himself back in with a quick gesture.
Another guy jogged over. “Hey Duke, you ok?”
“Yeah I’m fine. Ego’s bruised a bit.”
“Did you actually catch the frisbee?”
“Yeah, totally did.”
“You did not,” Toby interjected.
The other man laughed. “Busted.”

Duke stood up and looked at Toby. “Sorry again. Let me know if I can make it up to you somehow.”
“Don’t apologize, honey, I would have paid for that view.” Toby put his sunglasses on and laid back down. “Just come say hi again before you leave.”
“I just might do that.”
“What is he talking about?” the other man said as the pair walked off.
Duke glanced over his shoulder at the long legged beauty splayed on the towel in a thong for anyone to see. He wasn’t packing much but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fun. Duke wished he could see what the view was from the back. “Mmn. I think I made a new friend.”

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Reposted from 2014

Reposted from 2014

by ccallenreese
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I finish tugging on my jeans and replacing my belt. I don’t want to go. I have a truck full of merchandise halfway to Boston that has to be there on deadline. I always look forward to leaving Atlanta, not because I hate the city of Peachtree, but because of my first rest stop, because of Lucien. I know very little about Lucien. He says that his mother caught him with the high school quarterback in a compromising position and threw him out of their trailer. I’m not even sure that’s his real name or if any of it is true. I think the story is.

Lucien is made of piss and vinegar. A lot of young kids in this town lose their way. The factories are gone. Drugs call. Cities call. Always farm work to be done, but you can’t check your Facebook standing in acres of wheat. Despite not having a GED, Lucien was an entrepreneur. He was barely 17 and horny as a dog, but there’s not a lot of one night stand material in a town of 450. Cordova had a grocery store, a post office representing three zip codes, hardware store, pool hall, coffee shop, and a doctor’s office, but what they didn’t have was a male whore. Plenty of female prostitutes and lot lizards around the diesel gas stations, but not a hot blooded male in sight. So, he opened up shop.

He lives at the nearby motel in a guest house behind the pool area. The town used to be a stopping off point for Laney, the next town over where a mineral spring resort used to exist. The motel used to handle a lot more traffic. The groundskeeper used to live out there in that little house, but over time it fell into disrepair. Within a year Lucien had enough cash to renovate it and claim it. It still looks like he’s in the process of moving in – books and bottles haphazardly scattered on the shelves, curtains but no blinds, some boxes of Kraft Dinner in cupboards.

He’s finishing off a cigarette as he rests nude on the mattress. The sheets are in the laundry, the comforter piled on the floor. I want him again. He’s barely 20 but can do things with that ass that have made men pass out. I called a week in advance to make an appointment, just in case. His number is in hundreds of trucker’s phones and address books from here to Vancouver, along with some farmers and highway patrol offiers. I never see them. Lucien showed me his phone once. I’m apparently in there as Yellow Truck cause my cab is yellow. I’m below Yappy Dog Owner and above Zeke with One Ball. I know I’m just a nameless cock to him and a hundred dollar bill, but I still dream of taking him back to Georgia with me and getting to enjoy that body every goddamn day. I’m sure every client of his dreams of the same thing.

As long as Lucien remains here, we all get to share. His afterglow cigarette is near done by this point. “What are you looking at?” he gives me a lazy smile.
“You,“ I drawl. The late afternoon light bathes his skin in a health glow. His penis looks like a hood ornament. "Christ, just the sight of you makes me all randy again like I’m 13 years old again.”

He likes that compliment, I can tell. “Well, my next client comes in about twenty minutes but you know the rates for a blowjob at the like.”

“Instead of you blowing me…can I suck on you?”

He smothers the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand, not even having to look where it is, although there aren’t many stubs in there. “You give good oral?”
What the hell do I say to that? “I once made a girl start her period.”

He bursts out laughing, clutching himself as he rolls over onto his side. “Well that’s some claim!” he says when he recovers, “This one is free.”

“Really?”

“If you don’t make me cum, you owe me double.”

I grin. Cheeky bastard. “You’re on.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m zipping my pants up again and wiping both my mouth and my cockhead on a handkerchief. He’s panting, cleaned cock twitching, legs akimbo. I watch him soften as he lightly fondles the sensitive skin. “God damn, I didn’t think I would actually cum again so quickly.”

“Have some faith in your clients!” I pretend to be offended, “I feel bad for your next guy though, I drained you dry.”

Lucien makes a pshaw motion and waves a hand dismissively, “He just wants a handjob. He’s too scared to fuck me.”

“What’s his name in your phone?”

He snickers. “Armadillo Boots.”

“A Texan, I’m presuming. Yellow Cab is a lot more respectable.”

“Respectable as you can get for visiting a whore, I presume.”

I frown. “Lucien, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re a damn fine commodity and when you retire half the trucking industry is gonna go into mourning. We’re gonna make a monument out of your ass. Rename Laney to Lucien or sumtin’.”

Gosh golly, I made him blush!
He groans. “Get out of here, Yellow, you’re embarrassing me.”

I chuckle and reach for my baseball cap. “Alright, alright I’m going. Boston calls. I’ll be back through here in about 10 days, gotta make a run to Buffalo first. Keep a time slot open, I’m gonna make you dinner next time.”

“Really?”
He doesn’t seem to believe me. “Really.” I walk over to the bed and kiss him lightly, “Take care Lucien, thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He smiles, looking a bit tired and used and wiser than his 19 years. Like many men on that list, I am probably in love with him. It’s a long, lonely way to New England. I send him a postcard and magnet from Niagara Falls. When I see him again, both are displayed the fridge.

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“See I’m right! I can clearly feel them. My argument that men have titties too still stands.”
Ramirez rolled his eyes and swatted Piechowski’s hand away. “They’re not titties, you man whore. They’re pecs, which is short for pectorals. They’re muscles. Titties have fat.”
“They’re a little squi-”
“Don’t.” Ramirez interrupted. “You dare.”
“Ooo I love when you use that voice. Gives me goosebumps.”
“God are all gay men as horny as you, ‘Chowski?” Warner finished tying his shoes and stood up.
“I think all men are horny. But this isn’t about horniness, this is about anatomy. Straight guys do not ever appreciate male anatomy, and you really should. Men’s bodies are so beautiful.”
“Straight guys appreciating men’s anatomy sounds pretty gay,” Warner replied.
“That’s not what the ancient Roman’s thought,” Piechowski shot back.
“If you want to appreciate anatomy, you should suck my dick,” Ramirez muttered. “My girl won’t give me a blowjob for anything.”
“Not even on your birthday last week? Does she let you do anal instead?”
“No!” Ramirez answered.
“Bro. You’re getting scammed.”
Piechowski snickered. “You guys are hilarious. You negotiate with your girlfriends that you get the one sex act you like once a year?” He laughed. “Why on Earth.”
Warner cracked his gum. “Oh come on, gay boy, you act like finding a partner who does everything you want is so easy.”

Piechowski smirked. “Oh no. We play a different ball game. I have a boyfriend, but when one of us wants to do something the other doesn’t, we just …go get it. My boyfriend loves the details.”
“What? How is that safe?” Warner responded.
“As long as we’re tested and using condoms, it’s all fine. Hell, sometimes we bring that third person over to watch or play with together. No positive tests yet.”
Ramirez raised an eyebrow. “None of that happens.”
“Sure it does.” Piechowski picked up his phone and did a voice text. “Hey babe, would you mind if I gave this hot guy on my team a blowjob? He hasn’t had one in a year.”
Warner grinned. “I have to see if this works.”
Piechowski’s phone binged. He held up the response: “Honey, give him two, it’s a charity case at this point. “See? Told you!”

Warner gave Ramirez a playful punch in the arm. ‘Haha you hear that, the gays think you’re a charity case!” He snickered.
Ramirez glowered at him. “I am not.”
“Well if you want a blowjob, I’ll be on short stop for a while and the lockers later,” Piechowski winked and jogged out to the field.
Ramirez watched him go. “Am I insane that I’m possibly considering his offer?”
Warner looked at him. “Yeah. A little. Also how do you give two blowjobs at once?”
“I think he just means like you get two. Like an IOU thing.”
“Oh. Makes sense.”
“Hard to say no to that. But from a guy…?” Ramirez made a face.
Warner cracked his gum again. “Eeehhhh. I mean, I think if it was an ass versus a vag, it’d be a dealbreaker. But like, a mouth’s a mouth right? If you close your eyes, it’d feel like the same thing I think.”
“I’m surprised to hear you say that Warner.”
“Well. I’m an opportunist. If you don’t want your second…shame for it to go to waste, is all I’m saying.
“He gave two to me! I get to decide what to do with them.” Ramirez insisted.
“Oh look who is possessive now,” Warner teased.
“I am not possessive!”
“Don’t get your titties all twisted now.”
Ramirez punched Warner in the arm.
“Ow!”

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