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by ccallenreese

“What…?” I wedge my shovel in the dirt, “You don’t know if your cock is cut or not?”
He stutters, “I …um.. no. I was sick with the flu that week in sex ed, and my parents were super up-tight. They didn’t want any ‘dirty books’ in the house.”
I look at Jeff and he’s trying his hardest not to snicker. We already give our co-worker a lot of shit for being named Robyn, but I’ve been active in trying to be nicer to the kid.
“Well Rob, I suppose it’s about time you learned!” I pull off one of my gloves and unzip my pants. I slip my hand in and heft out my cock and balls. “This is what a circumcised penis looks like.”
His jaw drops at my actions and his face turns red, “That’s – your.. oh my god. ”
Jeff spit his chewing gum into the hole we were digging. “…Oh come on, Robyn, don’t tell me you’ve never seen another man’s wiener before? Not in the locker room or nothing?”
“N-n-n-no..” he replies.
Jeff can’t contain it anymore and explodes with laughter. While slapping his knee he yells, “We got ourselves a doe eyed virgin here!”
“Oh be nice Jeff, at least he doesn’t have to look at your ugly dick.”
“Hey, the Doctor said it was the ugliest genitalia he’d ever seen. In his whole career. And he’s like 60. I’m proud of it.”

I look over at Robyn. He’s still staring at my cock like someone glued his vision to it.
“What?” I say to him.
He jerks back as if I snapped him out of a daze, “It’s just… it’s just… more…you know, big. It’s more, what’s the word…inflated?”
Behind me I hear Jeff start to wheeze.
“Well, I don’t like to cum for a few days, makes it more fun that way. Keeps it nice and fat. Man it feels good with the breeze on it, shame we can’t work naked.”
Robyn’s face is still the color of strawberries. “I …um.” He rips his eyes away and busies himself with a flat of morning glories. “Well I guess I’m uncut then.”
“Well there you go Robyn! You finally get an answer to that.” I tuck my package back in my pants and zip up. Jeff seems to be having problems breathing from this hilarious little encounter and has stumbled off to the truck to get his inhaler. When he’s out of ear shot I side up to Robyn and say low under my breath, “Ya know kid if you’re ever curious about what it’s like with another man, just ask. I let a lot of curious college kids play with it. Ya know, if you want. Never too late for sex ed.”
Robyn’s eyes are the size of tea saucers. He makes an excuse to go get water and flees. 

You can imagine my shock when our doe-eyed virgin took me aside three weeks later and told he had questions…so many, many questions.

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by ccallenreese

Taavi jolted in bed up right, clasping his sheets to his chest. He felt something warm and wet between his legs and a quick peek confirmed he’d ejaculated in his sleep. He touched the wet fluid in muzzy confusion – he hadn’t had a wet dream in years. Why was he dreaming of Ivar? And why was he naked? They were doing something in the dream… he was touching Ivar, undressing him, and pleasuring him with his mouth and fingers… Taavi shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. No no, it couldn’t be possible. He has a girlfriend. Ivar had been his best friend since they were 5. Why was he dreaming of his cock? He collapsed back in bed, deciding to worry about the sheets later. It had been a truly lovely dream though… and the more he lingered, the more he began to wish he’d get back to it…

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by ccallenreese

Twenty minutes now. He was late. The waiter stopped by my table, his brow furrowing in concern, “Your date still isn’t here yet?”
“No,” I sigh, “He’s not picking up either.”
The waiter clucks at me, “You poor thing, I hope you don’t get stood up. Here, I brought you a coffee, on the house. No fun sitting there drinking cold water.”
When he set it down, he let his hand brush against mine. Our eyes met and he glanced away before a blush rose to his cheeks.
“Thank you,” I smiled, “I love coffee. Do you have cream by any chance?”
He was trying not to smile and bit on his lip, “I do.”
I watched him sashay off, bending over the bar to ask the bartender for a little thing of cream although he was supposed to get it from the kitchen. Oh he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Richard!”
I glanced up. “You’re Kenneth?” I stood up and shook his hand.
“Hi yes, I’m Kenneth nice to meet you. So sorry I’m late. My ex, ugh.” He sat down and buried his face in a menu, “God I hope this place isn’t too expensive…”
“You picked it,” I reminded him, trying to recover from his whirlwind arrival.
“I didn’t have time to check the menu before hand, sorry.”
“…Ooook.”

When the waiter brought the cream over, he looked startled to see the other half of the table occupied. He looked crestfallen and set the creamer down without a word. He went back over to the hostess stand to gossip with the girl there; they both looked at me. She shook her head.

The date was not going well. Kenneth was distracted, kept checking his phone too much. He was rude to the waiter, then got petulant when I defended him.
“What’s wrong with being a bit swishy?” I demanded.
“I just…I mean if you’re gay, why advertise?”
I scoffed. “It’s not advertisement, it’s confidence!”
Kenneth rolled his eyes. “Why are you defending him, he’s just the waiter!”
I was on the edge of a good rant and hyped up on caffeinated coffee, “He might be just a waiter but he’s been more polite than you have been, by far.”
Kenneth glared at me and snapped his menu shut. He was busy checking his phone again and didn’t see the waiter come up behind when he said, “Uh whatever, I bet the waiter isn’t even homo. That nose of his, he’s kind of ugly, I dunno who’d want to sleep with him.”

The color left my face. The waiter’s face collapsed in hurt and wounded pride. “Wait!” I called as he ran to the bathroom. “Shit!”
Kenneth looked over his shoulder, “What? Oh was that him?”
“Fuck this shit. Get out of here Kenneth the date is over. You were late, you’re rude, and you’re more interested in your phone than manners.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Oh I can.” I threw down my menu and left the blond open-mouthed at the table. Other waitresses and guests were staring. I made a dash to the bathroom where I found the waiter sulking in a stall; his eyes were red.

“Hey…” I knocked, “I’m so sorry he was such a dick.”
The waiter sniffled. His accent came out heavier when he was upset, “My mother said my nose gives me character..”
“I like your nose,” I added.
“Really?”
“Matter of fact,” I said, “If I’m receiving your broadcasts correctly, I’d rather sleep with you than Blondie McRudepants out there.”
“…You would?”
“How about right now?” I shut the stall door behind us and bolted it shut.

The waiter’s eyes went huge. I stepped toward him and he met me halfway, our mouths colliding in frantic kisses. I undid his belt and his nice slacks melted to the floor like ribbons. I began to pump his cock to get it nice and hard, my fingers wandering to the back for his pussy. He moaned and pushed his ass out. I gave it a good hard smack, made him suck on my fingers, then I pushed my wet digits into him. Kenneth was wrong, he’d definitely been fucked before. My eager bottom radar was rarely wrong. Oh he was so horny. It was delightful to feel his flesh expanding in my hand.

I tore at my pants until my own cock was free; too distracted for buttons, I just went with the zipper.  When he saw it jutting out, he whimpered. I slid another finger into him and his whole body shuttered.
“What’s your name?” I was speaking directly into his mouth.
“Otto,” he replied, the words muffled cause I was playing with his tongue.
I pushed him against the cool tile wall and spread his cheeks with my hands. I pulled a condom and a tube of lipbalm out of my pocket and coated my cock with it. Emergency methods.

I was in him in seconds, his body just swallowed me up into his guts. “Oh fuck Otto!” I grunted into his shoulder, working that ass as hard as I could in crepe soled shoes on a slick tile floor. The sounds of my torso and balls smacking against his ass resonated in the empty bathroom. “Touch yourself, do it!” I barked, busy with both hands around his waist. He obeyed instantly, happily jerking his pert cock.

“I wonder how many other customers you’ve fucked right here in this bathroom…you live to serve, and serve to live don’t you?” He whimpered an “oh god yes” and came the second I pinched his nipple through his white dress shirt. When his body seized around mine, I filled the condom with the load of cum I’d been saving for the blind date. Our breathing was entirely too loud in this silence.

Otto cursed in a language I didn’t know, then said, “Oh my god, …christ…”

“Lick my hand.” I put it in front of his face, “Lick your seed off my hand.”
He did so without question, his tongue getting every groove. I bit off a groan as it slid between my fingers.
“Now the wall.”
Otto hesitated, but he was a good boy and dropped to the floor to lick the wall clean. 

I tied off the condom and when he stood, I slid it into his vest pocket, “I want you to carry this all through out your shirt to remind yourself what a good bottom you are. And this is for your excellent service.” I slid a $50 in there as well my card with my number on it. I gave his ass a squeeze. “Call me.”

I left him fucked and dazed, pantsless in the restaurant bathroom. His hole was still twitching from the loss of my cock and the scent of sex lingered heavy.

When I came back out to the dining area, Kenneth was gone. I didn’t care. I had a great time. Two days later, Otto left me a voice mail: “Hellooo. I really enjoyed being your waiter that evening. I was wondering Would you like to make another reservation?”

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troyisstillnaked:

DAMIEN CROSSE + KAYDEN GRAY_ALPHAMALE

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by ccallenreese

My pup had gotten Lasik eye surgery and would be sensitive to light for a while. I made a game out of it by tying a blindfold around his head. He’s a pup, he should be able to get around by his scent. He was downstairs taking a nap when I went to take a showers, so I was a bit startled to come out of the bathroom to find him on my bed rousing around in my dirty clothes I’d worn to practice. One of my shoes had drool on it, but it seems I’d caught him dragging his balls over my shorts and cup. When the door opened, he froze and tilted his head at the sound. Busted.

“What the – … well look at that. You found my dirty clothes with your nose alone.” I folded my arms over my toweled waist. He barked at me, grinning and panting at his accomplishment. “Well you know you’re not supposed to be on the bed without permission but… ahh hell it’s all dirty anyway. Just don’t drip pre-cum on my sheets.” He barked at me again and began to teeth at the ball. “Oh pups…” I shook my head and went to finish getting dressed. Have to keep an eye on him, though. Make sure he doesn’t stick his cock in my shoes again.

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Post is fictional. Pup is unknown.

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slavemasterthompson:

Looks like a fundraiser

Lucas had thrived under training. His total acceptance to chastity made him into a permanent slut for cock and pleasing men. Why spend your life killing your self at a desk and suffering through years of office politics and nepotism to be well liked? Luke could make a man love him in mere minutes while on his knees. Ass-kissing, in his opinion, should be a literal thing.
When Lucas’s Master heard of a fundraiser being held at their local sex and leather store, He knew His boy would be right for the job. Lucas’s identity was hidden, his vision obscured, and his cock protected in case anyone from his old life happened to saunter in… wouldn’t look right if they saw a previous priest-in-training serving three men at once. Fine by Lucas, he went deep into headspace and almost wouldn’t come out. 

In two days, Lucas and two additional boys at the store raised double the financial goal in place for the local LGBT shelter and a private donor matched it. The center was getting by on a tight budget as is, but a recent rainy season had destroyed their roof and mold had been spotted due to the delays. For the teens in their shelter, there wasn’t anyone where else to go if the building was declared unsafe for habitation. Now, repairs could get done.

Lucas was overjoyed in being able to support his community, even if it was in a nontraditional way. Plus, his Master’s pleasure at his boy’s accomplishments had him puffed up like a rooster for days. Lucas got a big reward for this – an orgasm during sex, a week in his Master’s bed, and dinner of his choice. 

Lucas found the temporary freedom in the bedroom a tad wrong; it opposed his training and his place in his Master’s life – below Him and focused on Him. After the week passed, Lucas was ready to return to his life as a controlled sub and a slave in his loving home. He did hope to one day participate in another charity event, not so much for the gain, but the look of pride on his Master’s face was enough of a reward. Well, almost. The filet mignon was amazing.

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by ccallenreese

“Aww gee, the guys are there. I really want to go out and play! If I make enough baskets, they let me suck their cocks after the game too. Pleaaase Sir? I’ll get my socks nice and dirty and sweaty for you.”

I wonder if Angelo displays his ass on purpose when asking for favors, as he knows how much I love his hole…he makes me call it a “pussy”, which I’m still getting used to. Well, it is a glorious pussy. Also, there’s a big chunk of change to be made in selling those socks. I sigh. “First replace the sheets and make the beds, then you may go. You won’t linger long after the game. When it’s over, you will shower and clean the entire bathroom before starting on dinner. Understand?”
Angelo squealed at me, dropping to my feet to press a few kisses to my toes. “Thank you sir, thank you.” He was then on his feet again, making a bad dash for the linen closet. In eight minutes he had the entire bed stripped and redressed. After smoothing out the wrinkles, he grabbed his basketball and ran to the door.
“Shorts! Shorts!” I called out after him, “I know you’re comfortable around the house wearing only your chastity device, but you need to be covered in public.”
He looks down and blushes, “Oh yes. Right. Thank you sir.”

I give him a bottle of water and he’s out the door. I watch through the living room window as Angelo jogs across the street to the park and joins the game. I originally met him this way – watching him through the window playing ball in tiny shorts with no shirt on, then joining the game myself. Someone needed to tame Angelo – his parents weren’t around much and he was constantly choosing risky decisions even as a young adult.

I set some strict rules when he moved in – curfew, permission had to be asked to go out, chores. I also controlled his cock, the source of most of his trouble and last STD, and gave him spankings for misbehaving. They were tough rules for free-spirited boy, but he needed it. He knew it. Angelo only accepted the offer to be my houseboy if I let him still play ball with the guys in the park. It was a solid agreement, and I was happy to say Angelo was thriving. He was holding down a job and considering trade school.  

I stepped away from the window and went to the closet. Having him out of the house gave me an excuse to finally wrap his Christmas presents. 

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youthfuldominance:

What I love most about this image are the items clipped on the Dom’s belt. He is constantly working to sure a good experience for the boy. He is ready to react and create something new. Just so the boy gets what he needs. 

“It’s taken me months to figure out the perfect way to display my property, boy. Today I finally achieved it – you’re completely vulnerable and helplessly exposed, your body thrust forward for me to use or abuse as I wish. I’ve stripped of your hair, clothes, and identity yet as our time together has passed you just plead harder to be used, to be fucked, to be edged. It’s not easy living up to your level of need, but I’ve finally tamed you. You were meant to wear my collar. We have so many more years to grow together, slave, but you will always look more beautiful when I get to look down at you.”

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by ccallenreese

“Ahah, your ass is like a bowl of chilled Jell-o!”
“Look at what I can do. Hit it again!”
“Well it is practically begging me-”

The old lady next door puts down her binoculars and curses at them, “Damn heathens!! Sin! You are sinners! You are going to hell!”

Mark yelled back out the window at her, “YEAH AND WE’LL HAVE GAY SEX THERE TOO!” before slamming it shut. “Now where was I?”
“Jiggling my ass?”
“Oh yes.” Smack.

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gaydreams:

brofuck:

“The leather suits you, bro.”

Then what happened

The leather stud forced the nude man against the wall, twisted his arm behind his back, and smacked him on the ass. He growled in his ear, “Don’t you dare speak in such a disrespectful tone with me again.” The leather stud then shoved the lad into his cabin and bred him bareback. He was then made to prepare dinner with a plug holding in a huge load, reeking of another man’s sweat and cum… 

No just kidding, they ate cookie dough ice cream out of a tub and watched Xena: Warrior Princess together.