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by ccallenreese

slavepunkcunt:

swaggerpunk:

…two biker boys in luv.

They could both fuckin do me!

“Hey Jinx, you made good time.”
“Hello Master Schwinn. Yeah I was worried the roads would be too wet, but they dried pretty well.”
“That’s good to hear. Like your outfit by the way, the red laces are a nice touch.”
He straightens up. “Thank you Sir! Leather is so great for riding – keeps me safe, warm, and looking cool as fuck.”
I chuckle. I turn to call over my shoulder. “Boy, Jinx is here!”
“Coming! Just finishing up packing.”
I turn back to Jinx. “You want something to drink?”
“No thank you, I got some water on the bike.” He sets his helmet on my wicker chair, then takes out a cigarette and lights it out of habit. Jinx glances up at at me but soon sheepishly averts his eyes. “I’m down to two a day, Sir, I swear.”
“From a pack?” I nod.
“Yes Sir.”
I nod again. “Well that’s good progress. Good job, boy.”
“I’m really trying. I know Fitz just got over the bronchitis, so I don’t want to irritate his lungs. Just, ya know, under a lot of stress.” He sighs.
I nod as a habit. “Yes. I am stressed out too. But I think everything is going to be ok. Once we get Fitz out of this city, I’ll feel a lot better.”
Jinx turns his head to blow the smoke away. "I’ll feel better too. I promise you Sir, I’ll look out for him. I’ll take care of him. Not a lot of money being in uni at all, but with the donations, we’ll be ok.”
I can’t help but smile. “You’re going to grow into such a great Dom, Jinx. Your compassion is going to be your secret to connecting with your boys. They will be butter in your hands. I can’t wait to see it.”
That makes Jinx turn pink. “Oh Sir, I can’t call myself a Dom. I know hardly anything.”
“You’ll grow into it,” I assure him. “It’s part of you.”
Before Jinx can stammer a reply, Fitz shows up and sets his bag down. “Thank you for waiting. My stupid dildo turned on at the bottom of my bag, and I had to empty everything to turn it off.”
That makes Jinx giggle and he puts out the cigarette. “You poor thing, as if you aren’t having a hard enough time.” They hug and share a kiss. 
“Well, yeah, but I’m hoping it’s gonna get easier now.” Fitz smiles at Jinx.
“Aw, you two are such a cute pair. I’m taking a photo.” I snap a quick shot with my phone. “I’m going to miss you both.”
“I’m sad to leave you Sir, but I’m excited for the future,” Fitz says. 
“I think that’s fair. I’m sad to not have you bouncing around my house anymore, singing pop songs in your underwear.”
That makes him groan and I chuckle as I pick up Fitz’s bag. “Let’s get this on your bike, Jinx. You two have a long trip ahead of you.”
“That we do.” Jinx glances up. “Hope the rain keeps away.”
“If it’s raining, I don’t want you riding at night ok? Call me, I’ll get you a hotel room.”
“Yes Sir,” Jinx says.

We walk down to the driveway. Jinx ties the bag on. We stand there looking at each-other. Now I want a cigarette. Crap. Fitz’s lower lip trembles. He throws himself at me for a hug. I crush him in my arms , and I can hear the leather creak underneath. “Be safe, boy. Take care of yourself, and don’t drive Jinx crazy too much. If you feel your safety has been compromised, you can call me any time.”
“Yes sir. I’ll be a good boy.” He sniffles.
Jinx passes him the other helmet and rubs his back. “If all goes well, you can come back here with me next summer when I visit my folks ok?”
“A whole year,” Fitz whispers.
“I can find a reason to come up before then. By Christmas for sure. It won’t be a year.”
Fitz looks relieved. He puts the helmet on. Jinx checks the fit. “God you look good in full kit. I’m going to be riding half hard the whole time.”
“Only half?” Fitz teases.
Jinx slaps his own thigh. “You see how tight these are? No room for an erection to go!”
That breaks the somber mode into a lighter one, and Fitz goes onto the bike without complaint. “Maybe when we stop for dinner, I can slide my hand in there and make you more comfortable, Sir?”
“Oh I would like that.”
I bite my lip, smothering a smile. I don’t think Jinx realized Fitz had called him Sir. They were so cute. I seriously loved them. “Alright you two, off you go.”

We exchange our good-byes, and I wave them off until they were finally gone and the sound of the bike fades. I exhale a loud sigh. I so wish I could have kept Fitz and trained him as my own sub, but it is not meant to be. Jinx will continue his training out there, with the local chapter of our club out there supporting them. Fitz has a whole family waiting for him. It’s enough to make a bear cry. 

I wipe my eyes and walk back up to the front of my house. The half smoked cigarette is still there on the porch floor. I re-light it with a match, sit in the chair, and smoke the rest of it as the sun comes out through the clouds. 

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Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

andallshallbewell:

Jesse slid the pillow cases back on the pillows and tossed them onto the bench. Unsatisfied, he fluffed and adjusted them. They hadn’t need to be washed really, but Jake had dripped yogurt all over them. Jesse studied his work and arched his back with his hands on his hips. He sat down with a sigh and leaned against the pillows. The warm sun felt nice on his face, so Jesse closed his eyes. He brought his socked feet up onto the bench and let his body relax.

The next thing he knew, Jess was being gently shaken awake. “Jess.”
“Mnnn. Wha?” Jesse’s butt was numb and his body was too warm, but moving seemed impossible.
“The school bus is gonna be here any minute. I figured you’d rather me wake you up then a bunch of screaming kids.”
Jesse’s dropped his lead feet to the ground and swung himself upright. “The bus? Is it that late?” Jesse blearily looked at his wristwatch and rubbed his eyes; his contacts felt dry. “Oh my god it can’t be that late. I have so much to do today. How could I fall asleep?”
“Because you needed the rest. I think you still do. Come on, go lie down. I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
“No I can make dinner.” Jess yawned so much his voice cracked.
“We’ll be ok without you. Come on.” Luke helped Jess go vertical and walked him down the hall to their bedroom. Jess slumped on the bed like a dead weight. Luke pulled off his socks and began to undo his belt.
“I like where this is going,” Jesse joked. “Even if you smell like horses.”
“Get some energy up later, then we can do something about it. I’ll have showered by then.” Luke bent over to steal a quick kiss and then stole the belt.
“I wouldn’t even care if you didn’t. Man, my contacts are super dry.”
Luke walked over to the dresser; Jesse’s grandfather had carved it. He located a pair of soft cotton pants and threw them toward Jesse. “Put these on, I’ll get your contact lens case.”

Jesse yawned again and struggled to change out of his jeans. Luke was relieved his husband went to bed without a fight. By the time he closed the door, the bus had dropped the kids off. Luke came downstairs to a hurricane of dogs and backpacks and shoes and ponytails needing to be fixed and demands for snacks.

Not even two years married, they were juggling raising their adopted daughter Nancy with the needs of getting their farm started. Then, Covid hit. Luke’s brother and sister in law both died; the couple were against the vaccines. They were also against gay people and “groomers”. But despite the size of the Reynolds family, only Luke offered to take all three of their kids. Overnight, a family of three began a family of six. Although intimidated, Luke was buoyed by seeing Jesse so happy. He’d always wanted a large family and gave up that dream when he realized he would be seeking a husband instead of a wife. 

Having four kids under eight years old in one house though was like living through a tornado every day. The work of the farm never ceased. The first snow had just fallen. There were a lot of worries. About the crops. About horses. About food. About income. But Luke didn’t stress. He took it one thing at a time. They were all together, and that’s what mattered.

Luke reminded the children to put away their coats and shoes properly. He pulled out some beans, rice, cheese, and tortillas, and let them make some burritos to fill them up before being sent out for their evening chores. Darkness was coming earlier and earlier now, and and Luke wanted them to get used to doing the winter chores before it got dark. 

Jesse came downstairs after Elsie and Troy had been put to bed, but before Nancy and Jake. He was promptly rushed for hugs and peppered with questions about why he went to sleep so early. 
Luke extracted his husband from the clutches of the two older children and shoved a bowl of soup and bread in front of Jess. “Energy for later?” he winked.
“Oh yes. Thank you. I will need this.” Jesse devoured it, despite the steam constantly fogging up his glasses.

An hour later, the house lights on the first floor were turned off. The couple were both tired and sore from work, but the urges and needs left neglected demanded attention.
Jesse pulled Luke down to the bed and on top of him. Luke’s bathrobe fell away. Jesse wiggled out of his pajama pants and parted his knees to welcome Luke between him. Luke grabbed a pillow and stuck it under Jesse’s butt, which was sculpted from having spent so many years in a saddle.
Luke rocked against Jesse until he seriously considered just spending himself there and then, but instead reached for the lube to give Jesse what he wanted. Once prepared, Luke pushed the man’s legs back and moved to be inside him without hesitation. He was glad he postponed climaxing earlier. Jesse’s body was hungry for him and it felt like heaven. It didn’t take long at all until the bed creaked and they cried out together through clenched teeth. 

Jesse had been so lost in feeling the waves of utter ecstasy

as Luke moved that he couldn’t feel the bed below him. He had no trouble falling back asleep afterwards. 

Jesse woke up before dawn. Invigorated, he lifted some weights, showered, and let the dogs out. He settled in the kitchen to make breakfast muffins and start food prep for the next few days. Jesse had taken the first batch out when he heard footsteps on the stairs. 
“Daddy?
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Oh hi Daddy. Good morning.”
“Good morning, Nancy. You’re up early.”
“I needed to pee. And something smells really good.”
Jesse smiled. “Made some super good muffins this morning. Pumpkin apple oatmeal with cinnamon and brown sugar.”
“Can I have one?”
“In a minute, once they’re cool. Would you like some tea?”
She nodded. Jesse was determined to teach their children better habits than chugging soda when you’re thirsty. Jesse turned to start a pot of it, and also set the coffee maker for Luke.
Nancy pulled herself on a bar stool. At seven years old, it wasn’t too hard for her. “Daddy?” 
“Yes love?”
She wrapped a strand of hair around her finger. “There were some strange noises coming from your room last night. What were you doing in there?” Nancy tilted her head. “Daddy why is your face so red?”

“Sweetheart, why were you awake?”
“I was reading my Dinotopia book and was looking at the pictures.”
“That’s not something you were supposed to be hearing, and I’m sorry we bothered you. I was having private time with your father, I’ll explain it when you’re older.”
Nancy considered this. “Were you having sex?”
Jesse spilled coffee grounds all over the counter. “Nancy Lane, how do you know about that?”
She giggled. “I know about that stuff. I’m a big girl. I saw Buster do sex to Penny in the paddock this spring. Papa said that’s how Starlight was made. Buster made a lot of weird noises too.” Nancy made an “ew” face and whispered. “I could see his thing.”
Jesse ran his hand over his face. “I am going to murder my husband. Sweetheart, please don’t think about Papa and I having sex and definitely don’t think about horses having sex, ok? It’s not right at your age.”
“I won’t. I don’t want to. It’s gross. I just want to know – I’m not going to have another baby brother or sister right?”
Jesse snorted. “No. Definitely not.”
“Oh, good. I know I wanted someone to play with, but maybe I shouldn’t have asked so much. It’s already noisy with three. If I had FOUR siblings, it’d be SO much noise!” She pressed her palms to her cheeks.
Jesse snickered. She really was an exasperated 40 year old New Yorker trapped in a 7 year old girl’s body. “You’ll grow to appreciate having lots of siblings. Although, it’s nice and quiet in here now isn’t it?”
Nancy’s gaze drifted to the first rays of dawn light emerging outside the big bay window of the living room. “Yeah.” She put her head down on her folded arms on the counter. “It’s nice.”
Jesse smiled. He passed her a cup of tea and gave her a fresh, warm muffin spread with butter. Eventually Luke came downstairs with Troy, freshly changed and sleepy. Luke kissed Nancy; he put Troy in his high chair and came around to hug Jesse from the back. “Hey gorgeous. Sleep well?”
“Like a rock.” Jesse subtly pushed his butt against Luke. 
Luke nuzzled him. “Did you make muffins?”
“I did.”
“Papa!”
“Yes baby?” Luke replied.
“Daddy is mad you told me what sex is. I heard you guys last night while I was reading Dinotopia. You sounded like Buster.” She dissolved into giggles.
“Oh dear lord.” Jesse groaned with embarrassment. It didn’t help that he could feel Luke’s entire body shaking with laughter against him.
“Sweetheart, please go get ready for school.”

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by ccallenreese

Adam needed this moment of refrain. His heart was racing too fast, his emotions too unstable. Tears were on the verge of spilling out, and his pits were damp so he was definitely sweating in the fall chill. Adam closed his eyes and the voices fell away until he only hear Charlie breathing and smell his cologne. And thank God, it was a different cologne than his usual fall choice because that had a fun way of turning him on no matter where they were.

Charlie didn’t used to wear cologne when they met at summer camp. He wore Axe body spray and always smelled of sweat and Doritos.

Prior to summer camp, Charlie had spent two weeks with relatives in Israel and spent the entirety of the
camp insisting he be called Akiba instead of Charlie to sound more Israeli, because he was 14 and gangly and hugely insecure. As it goes at that age, insecurity is often projected as being mean, and when Adam had told him that was dumb because he was a white kid from suburban Oklahoma, it started a rivalry. That turned into a prank war. That resulted in Adam punching Charlie in the dining hall for being a little shit. Calls to parents followed.

Every year they wouldn’t see each-other until the big NFTY Jewish group retreat at the same camp in the winter, where friends kept them apart. Then not again until the long weeks of summer camp in the Texas heat, where they were constantly in trouble for pranks and senseless teenage violence and garden variety idiocy.

Until a funny thing began happening the last year, the year they were both 17, when Charlie sensed someone was looking at him during Sunday service. He glanced around until he saw Adam. Adam was looking at him in a deep, intense way, and Charlie didn’t understand why it made him feel so strange. A few days later, one of their fights resulted in them making out behind the aforementioned dining hall. That didn’t happen in the Torah.

Adam was so helpless in college, he thought he was doing just fine, until Charlie transferred from community college to his university in his junior year; and the moment Charlie was back in his arms Adam realized he was only pretending be fine until that moment.

“Hey,” Adam whispered.
Charlie startled and opened his wet eyes. “Yeah?”
“During the reception, you want to punch me to make it even?”
Charlie looked astonished. “How did you know I was thinking about camp?”
Adam began to giggle from the look on Charlie’s face, and soon his shoulders were rolling from laughter. Tears leaked from his eyes and he brushed them away. “Cause it was the beginning. We were both such little shits weren’t we?”
“We really were.” Charlie agreed with a soft smile.
“We’re gonna send our kids to that camp right?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
They locked eyes.
“What do you say we break the damn glass and finish getting married?” Adam asked.
Charlie chuffed air through his nose. “What, are you in a hurry to take me behind the catering hall and check to see if I’m circumcised again?”
Adam burst out laughing, startling the rabbi. He was blushing ferociously. “Oi vey. What would the counselors say if they saw us now?”
“Hm, that I’m one lucky boy?” Charlie kissed him. “Come on, let’s go break this glass.”
Adam smiled and took his hand. “Let’s.”

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Captions are fictional. Beautiful couple.

by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Kane was distracted by his friend’s antics in the water, until he realized his boy wasn’t swimming around him. He spun around and was alarmed to spot Nate scaling the cliffs – in sandals!  “BOY! Down! Now.”
Nate’s shoulders tensed as he heard Kane’s voice barking at him. He was busted. “Sorry Sir, coming down right now.”
Kane waded over to the waterfall as close as he could to the rocks. It would be hard to catch Nate if he slipped, but at least he had a chance. “Be careful, pup.”
Nate tried to go down but when his foot didn’t find traction on moss, he hesitated. He took off his sandals. “Can I throw them down to you Sir?”
“Yes lad.” Kane held out his hands and caught each of the sandals . He watched Nate pick his way down the rocks until he was standing in a shallow, ankle deep spot between the waterfall and the pool. Kane looked up at him. “Why did you do that pup?” He handed Nate his sandals back.
“I saw a bird go over there.”
Kane gestured. “Do you think that was safe?”
Nate looked over his shoulder. “No Sir,” he muttered. He slipped into the waist-deep pool and put his sandals on a branch.
Kane put an arm around Nate and kissed his temple. “Thank you for coming down, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Nate giggled. “Your beard tickles It’s so long now.”

Rob waded over. “Man, how do you get Nate to listen to you like that? Comes to you better than my own dog.”
“Well he is a good pup.” Kane ruffled his hair.
“Heeeyy.”
“But the truth, Rob, is that I’m a very lucky man. Because I have been entrusted with the love and care of a beautiful boy that loves to submit to men and be rewarded for obeying. His body responds to me before his mind even makes the decision to. Never had a boy take to training so well.”
“Siiirr,” Nate hissed, face turning red.
“It’s true,” Kane insisted. 
“I guess he comes when called, but he’s still a bit of a risk taker huh,” Rob said.

Kane chuckled. “He is. But that’s what makes playing with him fun. Except you know, when I take him on outside adventures, he gets a little excited and needs to be reigned in sometimes.” 
“You thought of putting him on a leash?” Rob teased.
“Oh when we go to Folsom and other BDSM events, he’s on a leash. Not just to keep him from getting distracted by shiny things, but also to send a clear signal he’s mine first. Don’t want burly men grabbing his pert little ass. Unless well, we want them to…”
“Oh Sir, stop please you’re turning me on!” Nate begged.
Rob and Kane shared a laugh. 
“I have to agree with you Kane,” Rob said, “He sure sounds like a good pup.”
“I think I’m gonna go climb the waterfall again,” Nate said. His ears were now red too.
Kane hooked his fingers in Nate’s shorts. “Nooope. No you don’t!”

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by ccallenreese

eastsid-e:

“Hey! AJ, Manny, you guys made it.”
AJ waved. “Heey there you are!”
Tanner gestured to the empty chairs at the table. “Sit sit. Did your car break down or something? You said you were just gonna jump in the shower and head over.”
“Uhhhh…” AJ glanced at Manny.
Manny couldn’t help but grin. “Well, let’s just say we got extra clean before we came over here.”
Tanner rolled his eyes. “Regretting asking. I do not want to hear about my brother’s sex life.”
Manny picked up a menu. “Oh, well in that case, let me talk about mine. A really cute American boy made out with me and gave me a-”
“Oh god please stop.” Tanner begged with his hands held up, which made AJ giggle. “No please.”
Tanner’s girlfriend returned from the bathroom. “Oh hey the boys are here.” She stopped right before sitting down. “AJ, does the hickey on your neck have something to do with why you’re late?”
“Guilty,” AJ admitted. “Manuel sometimes puts the man in maneater.”
Manny brought his teeth together with a click and said, “Rawr.”

Tanner covered his face with his hands. “I don’t deserve this.”
Sarah blinked as the couple dissolved into giggles. “What did I miss?”
“My little brother is being dramatic because I get laid sometimes,” AJ teased.
“He’s my brother, it’s gross,” Tanner insisted.
Sarah sat down and smirked. “We could always get back at them by telling them what we did on the sofa they sit on when they visit.”
Tanner and AJ gasped at the same time and put their hands over their chests, which made Manny burst out laughing. The brothers were 16 months apart; although they often acted like twins, they couldn’t have more opposite personalities. It was a never ending source of entertainment for Manny when they were together.

The waitress came over to deliver drinks and collect the new orders. “Here’s your …” Her eyes swept over the table. “Everything alright?”
“Yes, fine. My brother is tormenting me,” Tanner said.
AJ stuck out his tongue.

They collected themselves and ordered. The waitress cracked her gum. “Got it. I’m gonna go put this in.”
Tanner and AJ’s gaze connected. “No!” Tanner pointed. “No you don’t. Don’t you dare!”
“That’s what he said!” AJ crowed.
“Gaaaah!” Tanner threw his head back in exasperation. 

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by ccallenreese

I open the door to leave the shop and startle. “Oh! Buzz, what are you doing- wait, is that Betty? You got Betty running?”
When Buzz smiles, his whole face lights up. He turns and puts a loving hand on her trunk. “Yep. Purring like a kitten.”
“Wow Buzz. You really did it. Oh hold on.” I turn around and locked the door. I tug on the handle to make sure it was firm and adjust my bag up my arm. I walked down the steps and admire the old car. “Looks different sitting somewhere other than your garage.”
“I think she’s happier. She wanted a change of scenery.” Buzz glances down and scuffs his foot on the cement. “Listen, I was thinking, um, if you weren’t too tired. The cinema in Cedar Point just got Jurassic Park. I was wondering if you wanted to take a drive over there maybe to see it. Grab a burger.”
I quell the urge to shout ‘yes’. I glance around. It’s quiet. I can hear the waves against the dock. I realize the pause I’m taking is too long. “Buzz-”
“Nah. This is stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re going to see it with Linda next week or something anyway.” Buzz runs his thick fingers through his hair.
I swallow, surprised at how tight my throat feels. I can feel the tension of his emotions he is trying to hold back, emotions neither of us understand.
“Buzz, I would love to go with you.”
He looks confused. “What?”
I giggle at how dumbfounded he looks. “I’d love to. Assuming you can get Betty to turn on again?”
Buzz stammers. “Wow, um. Good. Um. Great.” He clasps his hands, undoes them, and puts them on the hood again, unsure what to do with himself. “And uh yeah, she’ll turn on. She’s solid. Went over every inch of her myself.”
“Show me. Oh, can we stop by my house so I can grab a sweater?” I ask.
“Yeah sure. We got some time. Um, what about Linda though?”
“Just because she says we’re dating doesn’t mean we are. Besides there’s someone I’m into more.” I catch his gaze and watch him figure it out. I can tell when it clicks because a look of hurt changes to one of shyness. 
“Oh,” he says softly. Poor Buzz. He looks overwhelmed.
“Come on, let’s get going, I’m starving.” I walk over to the side door. “I can’t believe you really got Betty running. Oh you put all the seats back in, and you cleaned the interior. The leather is gleaming!”
“Took a whole afternoon. Once I get the exterior painted, I’m going to enter her in the car show in Mayberry in August.” Buzz says.
I glance at him. He looks relieved to back on a comfortable topic. “She’ll win it.”
Buzz holds the door as I put my things in the front footwell and sit down.
“You’ll take me with you won’t you?” I ask.
“To what?”
“To the car show. If you want me to come.”
Buzz smiles. “I’d like that.” He closes the door and walks around to the other side. 
Betty gave us a scare, but her engine turned over on the second try. We made it to Cedar Point, gliding along the coast like a dream. 

Wind through our hair.

My hand on Buzz’s thigh. 

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by ccallenreese

dirtydevildick:

I love dick.

“Hey Tanner?”
“Yeah, sweetness?”
“Come here I got a present for you,” Corwin called out.
“ooo I like presents. Not even my birthday.” Tanner closed his laptop and got up from the table. He wandered into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. He made an exaggerated gasp and put a hand over his chest. “You bought a jockstrap.”
“What do you think?” Corwin turned side to side.
“I LOVE this present. My goodness. God I love seeing your hairy legs. Rawr.”
“I thought you’d like that.”
Tanner ran his hands up Corwin’s thighs. “Mnn it’s wrapped so well. What could be in this present?”
“Oh? That I can’t tell you – you have to open it.”
Tanner giggled and bites his lip. “I think I know what it is.” Tanner hooked his pointer finger in and pulled back the band. “ooooooo. It’s a penis! And a lovely, thick one at that.” Tanner looked up at his partner. “But Corwin.”
“Yes?”
“I already have one of these.”
Corwin burst out laughing. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Do you not want it?”
“Hmmm.” Tanner peered down again. “Well. It’s different than mine. You’re uncut..” He dipped his hands inside, curving his palm around the shaft. “Oh I do like this. Foreskin is fun to play with. I’m not sure what I like more – the present or the packaging.” 
“You can like both.”
“Well, I do. Thank you love.” They exchanged a kiss. 
Tanner had not taken his hand off of Corwin. “Can I shamelessly play with your dick for a while?”
“I should have known this was going to happen. I know how much you love jockstraps.”
Tanner chuckled and slid his hand free. “I’m transparent aren’t I?”
“You’re not afraid of what makes you horny, and I love that. Come to the sofa, you can play all you want.”
“Hell yeah, otter snuggles!”
Corwin smiled. “God you are so precious. I need to give you more presents.”

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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

“Is he asleep?”
Royce nods. “He’ll be out for the night. I’m not far along behind him.” Royce rubs his face with his hand.
Devon smiles. “He will have sweet dreams. Did you lock him back up?”
“Nah. He’ll be soft for the next day or so anyway.  Time out to regain his shape will be good for his cock.”
Devon nods then sips his tea. “You did the same for me back then too. I remember my first hands free orgasm. I slept like a rock, but since all my muscles tensed up I was sore the next day.”
“I remember that too.” Royce smirks at him. “You were making so much noise, I thought you were in pain.”
“Well the cramping in my thighs did hurt, but the orgasm was better than it was painful. It was just a lot of sensation at once. Like all my nerves were firing at the same time.”
Royce adjusts the bathrobe over his nude body. “I’ll have to ask Toby if he felt that way tomorrow. The cramping, I mean.”
“Does it feel any different for you?” Devon asks.
“Does what feel different?”
“When you’re fucking a guy, and you give him an hands-free orgasm compared to one done with like touching or stimulation.”
“Well, every guy feels different, just in general. The way their body grips me, the way they respond to me, every boy is different.” Royce walks up to Devon and takes the cup from his hands. “But it is a little different when they have a powerful orgasm like that. It’s like having a live wire in my hands. You have to be able to push in deep against their prostate and keep it there, and sometimes it’s hard to hold position. Especially when I’m distracted by their pretty noises and the reflection of their cock spurting in the mirror.” He makes sure to lock eyes with Devon as takes a sip of tea from the mug before handing it back.

Devon smiles shyly. “You notice all that? I remember your eyes being closed.”
“Cause you weren’t watching me when you were coming. You only turned to look at me after the climax had broken,” Royce points out.
“Ahh. True.”

Devon taps his fingers on the side of the mug. “So…are you going to keep seeing him?”
The corner of Royce’s mouth lifts. “Are you jealous, pet?”
“Pfftt. No.”
“Well don’t be. He was a project. You brought him to me so I could show him what I showed you right?”
“Yeah, I wanted him to know what chastity and orgasms were like with it. He was curious. I honestly don’t think he’d ever had a decent orgasm in his life before this.”
Royce puts a hand on Devon’s thigh and leans over to kiss him. “I’m flattered you wanted to share that. I respect you trusting me, and I wouldn’t do anything so crass as toss you aside afterwards. Toby has been shown what he wants to be shown. He’s ready to be cut loose now that he’s had his…his…”
“Education?” Devon prompts.
“Yes. That.”
“But what if he wants to stick around? Be locked up again?”
“I’ll find him a suitable man to take care of him. But juggling both of your needs was a lot of work. You’re a handful enough, Devon.”
Devon chuffs air through his nose and sets the mug on the nightstand. “Thank you. You managed it gracefully though.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Royce yawns. “Fuck, I’m tired. I’m tired, my dick’s tired, my brain’s tired. Let’s go to bed.”
“Yeah, bed sounds nice. You know, I was just thinking, I am glad you didn’t fuck him in our bed tonight. Cause I would be jealous. And I’d be jealous if I had to share our bed with someone else. That bed is for us.” 
“Oh? You want me for yourself, pet?” Royce teases.
“At the end of the day? Yes. I love feeling you pressed up against my backside in the morning. Would be weird if someone else is there. Toby’s fun, but it’s not his cock I want to feel straining against my body, you know?”
Royce raises an eyebrow. “Fuck that’s, sexy.” He gives his own balls a jostle. “Wish there was anything left in here, cause you would be getting it right now.”

Devon grins. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am,” Royce laments. “It’s a shame. I owe you a fuck.”
“Mn. That’ll be nice to claim when I’m like ten days into lock up and stupid horny and you tell me to go play with my toys.”
“You make it sound like I’m mean to you.”
Devon laughs. “No. You never are. It’s the right thing to tell me. But you know, I’m spoiled. I want you all the time. I’m a demanding, jealous, needy boy.”
Royce pulls the sheets down. He’s smiling. “As I said, you are a handful. Come on you demanding, jealous, needy boy. I need something to cuddle.”
Devon finishes his tea and climbs into bed. “You want to take my underwear off?”
Royce groans. “Do I ever!”

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by ccallenreese

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“Yeah…I can see it. Your rack n’ pinion’s leaking.”
“What?” Sing looks down. “Wait, are you talking about my cock and balls or what?”
Lochlan snorts. “No. It has to do with your power steering.”
“Stiiiilll not sure if we’re talking about foreplay?”
“No, sweetheart, we’re talking about the steering. In your car. You know, like, the wheel? Vroom vroom car go left?”
“Ugh you are such a bitch sometimes. I’d be more mad but I’m distracted by your legs.” Sing runs his hand up and over Lochlan’s knee and down his thigh.
“You can’t help yourself huh?”
“Pft, no, I can see up your shorts. You’re so shameless Daddy, it’s so hot.”
“I’m not shameless, I’m casual. You’re just- huh it’s coming from above. You’re just horny, Sing. Really horny. Like all the time.”
“Not all the time.”
“Hand me the drip pan and the wrench, so I can drain the oil.”
“The wha?”
“That plastic bowl with the silver thing in it.”
Sing pushes it under the car.
“Yes, all the time. Remember last month when we were at Geraldo’s house, and it came up how many time him and Casey have sex, and they said like one a week. And you gasped. And when Geraldo found out how often I fuck you, he asked me if I was under duress and said to call him if my dick needed to be rescued?”
“That makes me sound slutty.”
“Well if the duck quacks-”
“Ugh, I should be offended, but I’m kind of getting turned on by it actually…” Sing scoots forward and slides his hand up Lochlan’s shorts. He let his hand cover Lochlan’s penis. “Mn it’s warm. I love you feel in my palm. So thick…” Sing moves his hand around.
“Don’t play with my balls or I’m going to fuck this up.”
Sing sighs. “Damn.”
Lochlan can’t hold back a chuckle. “Hand me the rag and the oil filter wre-…the shiny thing that looks like it could grip a can.”
“But I’d have to take my hand off your cock to reach it,” Sing pouts.
“Sing.”
“Fine fine.” Sing stretches out to grab it, hastily handing it to Lochlan before returning to what he was doing. “I do appreciate you changing the oil on my car Daddy. You do take such good care of me.”
“You’re welcome. And you take good care of me. Actually that feels rather nice. Although I’m going to have to stand up soon to put the oil in your car.”
“Find more stuff wrong down there.”
Lochlan snorts. “Well you’re going to need new brakes at some point. Hand me the new filter, in the small paper box. And the silver thing sticking out of my bag on the left side. It’s a torque wrench.”
Sing passes both over. “You’re so nice and hard. I could play with this for a long time. Just moving your foreskin around is fun.”
“You have until I install this, cause then I need to stand up.”
“Ugh fine. You never last long when I’m giving you handies anyway.”
“Hey Sing?” Lochlan said.
“Yeah?”
“You know how to install an oil filter?”
“Pfft, fuck no.”
Lochlan pushes his hips up to rock against into firm Sing’s grip. “Mmh. Well. You take the filter. And you need to lubricate it, you see. So you dip your finger into the oil in the pan. And it’s still warm from when you drove your car earlier. Once you have it on your finger you rub it…in circles…around the seal…so it’s nicely lubricated. And once you’re doing making circles you uh….take the filter and screw it in. But you need the torque wrench to make sure the fit is nice and tight. Hear that? Hear the click of the torque wrench? That means it’s under the riiiiiight amount of pressure. It has to be secure in its hole. Or else, the oil will squirt out.”
Sing whimpers.
“Are you hard, Sing?”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t touch yourself. And don’t slack off. Make me cum.”
“Uh? Oh yeah. I was just staring at your erection straining in your shorts…you’re so hot Daddy,” Sing sighs. He returns to stroking Lochlan.

Lochlan exhales. He leans his head back, closes his eyes, and lets the orgasm roll over him. “Oh that’s nice,” he murmurs. “Slow down slowly….stroke…yeah like that. Good boy. Nnnggg…”
“You’re twitching like it’s alive in my hand,” Sing purrs. “I love feeling you cum in my hand. Just so much cum everywhere. I’m always in awe how much your balls hold.”
“You make them fill up. Man, I haven’t cum in my shorts in a long time. Feels like I’m 15 again.”
“You would cum in your pants at 15?’
“Yeah. I was embarrassed about masturbation, and thought doing it to thinking about guys was wrong. And this family lived next door had this older high school kid who would always mow the lawn in gym shorts and no shirt. Just watching him would make me explode. I’d be rubbing up against the wall and not like even realize it. Or like. I was into a lot of sports at school…lotta moments losing it in my cup.”
“Holy fuck, I want all those stories. I want to hear about you sweaty and sticky and unable to tell anyone.” Sing’s voice falters.
Lochlan was grinning under the car.
“When did you get comfortable jerking off?”
“17. When I discovered what a bottom was. Stole a kink magazine from a porn store. Man, that was a lesson I didn’t get in high school. I needed to masturbate or it would hurt down there from blue balls.”
Sing swallows and licks his lips. “Daddy please let me touch myself, I’m going to go crazy.”
“How about this. When I’m doing pouring the oil, you can clean my cock with your tongue and jerk off if you want.”
“I do want. I do want a lot. How long does it take to pour oil?” Sing peers under the car.
Lochlan wiggles out and grabs for another towel to wipe his hands on. “I think I need to call Geraldo and tell him I’m under duress.”
Sing sticks his tongue out.
Lochlan sits up. “Wow you are hard in your little yoga shorts. Alright, new plan. Strip. Knee. Suck. I want you to cum at my feet.”
Sing gasps. “Oh my god.” A wet spot blooms on his shorts.
“Clothes. Off.”
“But the garage door…”
“Stays open. The car will block the view.”
“Damn Daddy,” Sing whispers. He stands up and wiggles out of his clothes. “If all mechanics were like you my car would always be up on its maintenance!”
Lochlan has a feeling if that was true, that Sing would intentionally be putting down nails in the road and running them over. But he didn’t say that. He was looking forward to Sing’s tongue bath and watching him finish himself off.  
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by ccallenreese

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Irving returned from court to his office exhausted and bedraggled. The simple case had gone out of hand; he’d eaten fast food standing up on the court house steps. Irving hadn’t even had a moment to enjoy Valentines Day with his husband this morning. Just a kiss, an intimate hug. Eric had texted Irving asking if he could bring him tea for a tea break at the office, which Irving had jumped at – but of course, the case had dragged on, and Irving missed the window when Eric was available for lunch hour. Typing every “I’m sorry” hurt.

Irving sighed as the elevator doors opened. He was supposed to make dinner for them at home tonight, and he wondered how on Earth he was going to find he energy to cook the lamb in the fridge. Irving dragged himself past the office lobby, and said a ‘hello’ to the secretary as he walked passed.
“Oh, Mr. Macintosh!”
Irving stopped and his briefcase banged against his leg. “Yes, Darla?”
She smiled and giggled. “You had a visitor.”
“I did?”
“You did. In your office.”
“Was it Eric?”
She just smiled. “You’ll see.”

Irving chewed his lower lip. “What was he up to?” He strolled to his office with a pep to his step. Irving opened the door and froze in place, air in his lungs. There was a trio of balloons tied to the back of his chair; a white one, a pink one, and a red heart one. Eric had repotted his cactus into a bold red and white ceramic pot, a vast upgrade from the small plastic brown one held together with tape after being pushed off the desk by slipping files. Then he saw the treats. The top of his three foot book case had been cleared of art books and an award from law school, and covered by a white place mat from their dining room.

Eric had left a tray – his grandmother’s tray – dotted with cream puffs decorated with lovely red hearts. Next to it was a pot of tea wrapped in a yarn warmer. Eric leaned his briefcase against the desk and wandered over to inspect the display further. There was a card in front of the tea pot. Eric opened it. “Happy Valentines Day. Love you, and don’t feel bad about being busy. It just an opportunity to surprise you. With all my love – Eric. PS: Remember that tea we had in Paris? Found it! Also, share the puffs, I held mine back <3.”

Irving took the card to his desk. He sat down in the chair, making the balloons sway. Irving pulled the heart one down to hold it; then covered his eyes with his hands and wept. The fatigue and stress melted away. After a few hiccups, Irving released the balloon and blew his nose. He rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands and cool his face. He called Eric from the bathroom, professed his love, and pushed away tears again. Once he hung up, he had to refresh again. Work forgotten, Irving rushed back to his office for his afternoon tea break. He poured himself a cup of tea, plucked up a cream puff, and turned his chair to the window to watch the birds soar over the river. His thoughts drifted to the dinner he would be preparing in a few hours. Did they have candles? He was sure they did somewhere.

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