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flashdoggy:

“There’s a vintage that comes with age and experience.”

Jon Bon Jovi

“Hm.”
“What? is it the lighting?”
Courtney looks up from her camera and makes a face. “No. The photos look like catalogue shoots. These are your engagement shots! You want to feel the love. All I’m feeling right now is a jeans commercial.”
Brandon looks at his fiance and then at Courtney. “Should we move to a new location?”
“Hmm… no I like this location,” she replies, “And the lighting. And the angle. We just need more of an interaction between you guys, I think. Something not so static.”
Kent looks at Brandon. “So…what does that mean?”
Brandon thought. “We could do that stupid game your brother does with his kids.”
“Which one?”
“The got-your-hands thing.”
Kent chuffed through his nose. “That’s for kids.”
“Oh what you think you can beat me?”
“We are not doing this.”
“Ok fine,” Brandon said. He grabbed Kent’s hands with his own. “Fine, get out of my grip then.”
“I can get out fine! I mean …I could… hey let go!” Kent insisted.
“Nope!”

Courtney watched them basically wrestle sitting down. Every time Kent pulled his hands out, Brandon grabbed him back, and Brandon had one hell of a grip. Kent was not prepared for Brandon to have a tactic – twisting the fingers together made it hard to pull away. It got silly fast. They were too busy to notice the camera whirring as the shutter speed fired.

“Let goooo!”
“Nope!”
“Ok fine, tables are turning, now I’m on offense!” Kent shouted.
“Oh god no, you have a way stronger grip!”
“Too bad!”

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“Oh look, you can see that hotel where we fucked on the roof last week.”
“Huh, you can. So glad we were able to sneak out of that wedding. So boring.”
“Yeah the sex was much more interesting. Man, you think we can fuck in all of those buildings some day?”
“You got big dreams, little man. I’ll date you as long as there’s buildings to sneak in and fuck in.”
“Aww you’re so sweet. You know that gets me going. Forbidden sex is so much fun.”
“It will be. But you know what also would be fun?”
“What?”
“Having sex in the park to our right…just beyond the trees…”
“Sex in NATURE? Like on the ground? I dunno…never done that before…”
“Promise you. It’s just as hot, there’s no sneaking in, and we can get back on the walking trail with our own smug satisfaction of having a good orgasm just a moment ago.”
“Mmmnnn. Oh alright, but you owe me another roof after this.”
“Deal, babe.”

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flashdoggy:

For all my east coasters, stay warm and stay safe.

“…Sir?”
“Yes boy.”
“Look out the window.”
Sir sat up. “Motherfucker. It’s started.”
“Goddamn it’s really coming down.”
Sir cleared his throat. “You know I don’t like when my boys use rough language, but in this case I’m going to make an expectation.”
Hamlet raised his eyebrow. “My appreciation of your understanding Sir.”
They watched the snow pile up.
“Guess we’re not doing anything today.”
“Oh we’re going to do a lot today,” Sir disagreed. He stretched.
“What Sir?”
“Make breakfast, make cookies, do a puzzle, play in the snow, eat lunch, and then we’re gonna play with the Christmas present I was going to give you but came in late and I have been figuring out when to give it to you.”
Hamlet tore his gaze away from the snowy landscape toward his keeper. “Another present Sir? But you got me so many nice things already!”
“Too late. Already did it.” Sir pushed the comforter back and strode naked to the closet. “Brrr.” Hamlet enjoyed the view. Sir’s ass was a coveted thing.
Sir returned with a box he had been hiding under a blanket. “Here.” He handed it to Hamlet and dove back under the comforter.
“Oh it’s kind of heavy!”
“Open it,” Sir said.
“Thank you Sir.” Hamlet pushed his curls out of his face, but they fell back in again when he bent over to tear the paper. When he could read the package description he began to laugh. “Entry level dildo kit to open your ass for a big man – good god, who wrote the ad copy on this?”
“Do you like it…?” Sir asked.
“Oh it’s all different sizes…to put in a boy…” Hamlet looked over it. His cheeks were pink. “This is to help prepare me for anal yes?”
“Yes. You have been dropping hints you are ready to try experimenting this way. I thought it would be a nice way for us to bond, and for you to get used to the feeling. You know my cock isn’t small or thin. I don’t want to hurt you, so we need to train you.”
Hamlet smiled. “You are very sweet and considerate. I thought I was lucky enough finding a man who was patient over my fear of anal.”
“Hey,” Sir said, taking his hand in his own. “A real Sir sees a boy’s value beyond his ass. We’ve come very far as a couple. You needed to build trust. So I’m asking you to trust me a little further, that’s all.”
Hamlet bit his lip. “Alright. I’ll trust you.”
Sir sat up so he could hug Hamlet and kiss him firm. “That’s a great gift in return.”
“I’m glad you like it. You are right though, we are going to be busy today… is there lube in this?”
“We got pleeennntty of that.”
“Good.”
They nuzzled noses and then watched the snow fall, until stomachs grumbled and they extracted themselves from the cocoon of warmth for a hot shower. Sir made sure to clean Hamlet well.

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Captions are fictional. Stay warm, snowed in readers in NE North America.

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“Omar?”
“Yeah?”
“I know it’s like ten days away… but like…would you come home with me for Christmas?”
Omar looked at his boyfriend. “You’re going to have speak up a little. You’re talking to the floor, love.”
Mark rubbed the back of his neck. “I just um. Wanted to know, if like, you’d come home with me for Christmas?”
Omar parted his lips in surprise. “Oh baby. Really? You want me to go home with you?”
“I just – my mom cooks so much food, and I hated leaving you here alone last year and I want you there and – I want you to meet my parents.”
Omar crushed Mark in a hug. “Yes! yes I want to go! I’m really happy you asked. I was hoping you’d ask me, I mean. I was really sad about being stuck here over Christmas without you.”
Mark cupped Omar’s face in his hands. “It didn’t feel right to me either. You’re such an important part of my life. It’d really be so lovely.”
Omar was smiling. “I’m really happy you asked.”
“I was sooo nervous,” Mark admitted. He nuzzled Omar.
“Do I give you butterflies?”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
Omar pulled back a little so he could reposition for a kiss. Mark read his actions easily and pressed their lips together.
“mmmn….”
Mark slid an arm behind Omar’s back. The city hummed with noise all around them. Thousands of people in a million rooms. But Mark felt like he was alone, floating in space, with Omar by his side. Love really could make you feel weightless. Mark couldn’t believe Omar said yes. And now he got to take him home, and show him off to his family. His dad kept pestering him about this anyway. Mark just hoped his mom didn’t bring up marriage and kids and embarrass the hell out of them…

Oh wait, no, she totally would.

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“Hey Marcos?”
“Yeah babe?”
“Your pecs are feeling really firm. You been working them out?”
“Oh you can tell?”
“Totally.”
“Yeah I’ve been at the gym at work more. Wanna look good for you.”
“Aww that’s sweet.”
Marcos picks up Todd’s hand and gives it a kiss.

“Hey Todd?”
Todd takes a sip of his coffee. “Yeah honey?”
“I want a baby.”
Todd spits out his coffee. “Ah jeez! I – I’m sorry, I could have sworn you said you wanted a baby?”
“Oh goodness! Careful there. Well that’s what I said but like. It doesn’t have to BE a baby. I could be like… you know, a five year old. Someone who needs parents.”
“Parents,” Todd repeats, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Parents. You said you were flexible on kids. And it just hit me. I want kids. I think it’s Christmas. Raising a little fledgling out into the world…”
Todd raises an eyebrow. “I’m not fucking you enough.”
Marcos laughs and swats his husband. “You fuck me more than enough. I love how much you fuck me.”
“That I like to hear.”
“You don’t want to hear I want a kid?”
“I …well,” Todd pauses to take a sip. “I need some time to think. Look over things. Vacation time. Finances.”
“You know it takes like a year to become foster or adoption parents right?”
“I know,” Todd replies. “But…I need to think ok babe?”
“Yeah, yeah of course. But you would be an awesome dad.”
“You think so Marcos?”
“Yeah. I’d be the silly Dad who is playing pranks and trolling the shit out of the kid, and you’d be the practical one who teaches them good character-building lessons and decides their allowance.”
Todd has a hearty laugh at that. “Jeez. You have thought this through.”
“Nah. Just came to me. But really. You’d be a good Dad.”
Todd smiles into his coffee. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good.”

“Hey Todd?”
“Yeah Marcos?”
“There’s uh, coffee on your shirt from when you spit it out earlier.”
“What?” Todd looks down. “Ah, jeez.”

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Captions are fictional. Please imagine every ‘jeez’ in that upper Minnesota accent.

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malemodelsbackstage:

Vlad Blagorodnov & Carl Axelsson

Gene’s thumbs bounce over his phone screen: Thanks for coming with me.
Luke texts back: No problem.
Gene: I’m really scared.
Luke: Broken condoms happen. You did everything right, so don’t worry.
Gene: Thank you. But… I’m also scared I’ll lose you as a friend, you know, if I’m positive.
Luke: Aww…you’re scared you’ll lose me? Even though we just met a few weeks ago?
Gene: Yeah.
Luke: Is this why you’re texting me even though we’re sitting right next to eachother? Because you’re scared?
Gene clears his throat and shifts, eyes never ungluing from the floor: Yeah. I’m scared I’ll start crying.
Luke: Well, I can’t tell. You’re playing it cool.
Gene: Yay being a Broadway actor.
Luke nudges Gene: “It’s going to be ok you know.”
Gene turns his head slightly toward Luke. “I hope so.”

There’s a moment of silence.
Luke: Do you want to fool around when we get home?
Gene hammers out a response: You can think of sex at a time like this??
Luke: I dunno… I’m feeling the urge to live. I feel like if we go on with our lives, it shows we’re not scared.  I don’t let fear control me. It shouldn’t control you either.
Gene: …Huh. I guess that makes sense. A hot bath *would* be nice.
Luke: I’ll stroke you in the water with a washcloth until you cum..
Gene blushes and clears his throat. “You stop that.”
Luke smirks and types: Slow…gentle teasing strokes…the textured terry cloth against your taut flushed skin…water gleans as it trickles down your pink erection…
Gene: oh my fucking god for the love of god, Luke, stop.
Luke: Your moans bouncing off the tile walls…
Gene hits Luke with his knee. Luke laughs as he nearly falls off the chair. Gene snorts too at the comical flail of limbs and finds he isn’t nervous anymore.

A nurse walks into the room. “Genesis Reynolds?”
Gene raises his hand.
“Good luck,” Luke said. “I’ll be waiting.”

And to Gene’s surprise, Luke really does wait. Luke walks him all the way home and into the bath-tub. Up until the moment of the test, Gene had been obsessing over being positive and that disastrous one night stand. But as Luke fulfills that promise with the washcloth, Gene finds his mind completely empty. No fear. No panic. Just acceptance. You can’t change what already is. You just got to move on. You cant let fear control you. You just got to live.

A week later, the test comes back negative. But three months later, it comes back positive. Gene’s stunned. He knows these things take time before you know for sure, but that day came. Luke comes over to talk, but Gene doesn’t even cry. He’s not scared. He shrugs, puts the results in a drawer, and moves on with his life. Tomorrow he’ll make a doctor’s appointment. Tonight, they’ll get dinner and fool around after. Gene doesn’t care. Fear doesn’t control him and he will not let it get in the way of love.

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thekinkygrad:

Rise and shine!

I place the mug on the counter and sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Hey baby,” I coo. “Time to wake up.”

“Mmnn…”

I put a hand on his ass. “I brought you some hot chai, and I made cinnamon waffles and apples downstairs.”

“Ya did?”

“I did. I also started a load of laundry and cleaned your kitchen…”

Vlad rolls over and peers at me through sleepy puffy eyes. “How do you get all that energy after sex? I just want to hibernate.”

I give a shy shrug. “It just invigorates me. Plus I always feel this urge to do something to thank boys who bottom for me. Once that kicks in, I can’t sleep.”

“I think that’s a quirk of being a submissive top,” Vlad says. He yawns hugely and stretches like a lion.

“I think that’s just me *being* a submissive top,” I tease back.

He snorts. “Maybe so.” He gazes up at me with those pretty chocolate eyes and cups my cheek. “Damn you’re a sight for sore eyes. I love waking up to a pretty face.”

I blush, right on cue. “Oh come on Vlad.”

“What? You know I pick certain positions during sex just so I can see your face?”

I gasp. “No!”

“Yup. I do. You are blushing up a storm there.”

I clap my hands to my face. “Aaaaghhh.”

He laughs. “You also make great facial expressions. Mnn is that my chai there?”

“It is.” Vlad sits up, and I pass him the chai. He sips and groans. “God you make this well.”

“Thank you.”

I watch him sip and admire his almost nude body. The bulge in the jockstrap is distracting. His abs are distracting. Every bob of his Adam’s apple is distracting.

“Andy?”

“Hm?”

“Go out with me?”

My eyes widen. “Like – like dating?” I squeak.

“Yeah. I mean, pretending we’re both just friends with benefits is silly at this point. I want…well, more.”

“More?” I whisper.

“More you,” Vlad replies. He gazed down at his chai. “More of this.”

“Chai?”

“Mornings,” he corrects in his sturdy gentle tone. “Mornings with you. More fooling around. Sex. Fun. Time together. You are the only top I’ve met who lets me be me, to be dominant and take charge. And I may be wrong, but I get a feeling you do all this nice stuff for me because it’s how you show you care?”

I nod. “Yes. I do care about you.”

“I’d be an idiot to squander this for another pointless night of fucking. I’ve had those years. I want to be selfish with you.”

I hadn’t realized I was smiling until I became aware my cheeks hurt. “Am I blushing right now?”

“Tremendously,” Vlad notes.

“It would make me really happy if we were together,” I say.

Vlad cups my cheek again. I can feel his callouses from when he drums. “Good. It’d make me happy too.” He leans forward and we kiss. “Very good. Very very good.”

I bite my lip. “Yay.”

Vlad chuffs. “Yay indeed.”

There’s a pause as we digest this.

“Can…can we have sex after breakfast?” I ask.

A devilish grin flashes on Vlad’s face. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

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alraunahomestead:

koloniamazurskamierki instagram

(This is a little different than most of my writing, and full of feels.)

November second is the only day of the year I know he’ll be awake before me. I stretch, wash up, and head into kitchen to look for Russel. There’s a tea bag resting in a metal ramekin. I turn toward the living room and find him leaning against the open porch door. He’s got a in both hands. It’s a bit chilly. The dawn sun is streaming, brilliant and beautiful. I wrap my robed arms around myself and walk up toward him.
“Hey,” I say, so I don’t startle him. “Good morning.”
Russel turns to look at me and smiles that sad smile. “Hey there.” We exchange a kiss.
I place a hand on his shoulder and let him contemplate the woods beyond our house.
“Do you want to leave at nine still?” I ask.
Russel nods, distant.
I pat him on the shoulder again and head back into kitchen.

When Russel was 7, he fell through ice over a pond by his house. His older brother jumped in to push him out, but he did not survive himself because he couldn’t get out.
When I started dating Russel, it was in October, so he had to explain to me why it was he turned down a date on November second.

I was the one who proposed the ritual: We get up. We eat nice breakfast. Then, I pack his brother’s favorite meal –  hotdogs and macaroni and cheese with broccoli, and Pepsi – then we drive four hours to the cemetery. Sometimes Russel’s family meets us there. Sometimes they go later. It’s hard for them too.
I lay out the blanket. Then, I sit there and hold Russel’s hand and listen to him tell Brandon everything he accomplished that year and what his brother’s missing out on. At first, it was kind of boring and awkward; but watching the passion and love pour out of Russel has taught me the importance of embracing life and enjoying time with the ones you love. Now, I talk to Brandon too.
Russel and I finish the trip by eating lunch, and then driving back home. Sometimes we’ll stop in town to see a movie, and eat out for dinner. Do something fun and cheerful.

By the time we get home, we’re exhausted and ready for bed. When November third comes? Russel is back to normal and sleeping in like hibernating bear. I have to bribe him with coffee and/or humping him to wake him up. He’s such an interesting man. There’s lots to love about him. I’m glad I married him fifteen years ago. 

I’ve often thought about what our future holds. I wonder which one of us will die first. I’ve decided, that I hope he goes before me. I don’t want him to have to sit in front of two headstones without anyone to hold his hand.

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“So…this is our new house.”
“Yep.”
“And our new bed.”
“Yep.”
“In a new city.”
“Yep.”
“In a new state.”
“Yep.”
“A new chapter in our married life together.”
“Yep.”
“How did we both forgot to buy the sheets for our new queen bed?”
“I think cause we only thought of it during sex, and when we had sex, we were thinking of other important things.”
“Oh. Probably. ….We need a new reminder though for when I go shopping later.”
“Oh. Good idea. I remember where I packed the lube if that helps?”
“It does, actually. Do you know where we put a notepad?”
“Nope.”
“Hm. Sex it is then.”
“Afraid we must.”
“Indeed.”

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“Hey Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know what like…being gay is like? Do you know?”
Chris turned and looked at Thomas. “I dunno. Are you gay?”
Tom shrugged. “I don’t think so, but my parents say it’s like a choice, so like…what’s the other option than like, normal? I don’t get it.”
Chris chewed on his gum and thought. “Well, my cousin is gay. He cares a lot about fashion and brands, and music. He said once he has to study up on a lot of stuff to stay relevant. He spends a lot of time on his hair. Maybe it’s like that?”
“What, wait, so being gay isn’t even about uh, like, doing stuff, with boys? Just being flaming?”
Chris blew a bubble and popped it. “No, I think they do it to attract other guys. Like if guys like guys, you have to be really flamboyant to attract other guys. Like, you know, peacocks, I guess.”
Tom laughed. “Peacocks. That’s funny. Yeah I guess that makes sense. So all gays are like that? You can’t be like, straight and normal and still like guys?”
Chris shrugged. “I don’t think so. Never met one or heard of one.”
Tom tilted his head to the side. “…Huh.”

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“Tom? Thomas?”
Tom shook his head out of his fog. “Huh?” He looked sideways at his partner.
“Well I guess you are awake from your nap.”
Tom smiled. “Hi Marshall. Guess you are too.”
“Did you sleep at all?”
“A bit. Mostly just thinking about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Marshall asked.
Tom studied his face. He had the most beautiful brown eyes. “I was thinking that Chris was totally wrong.”
Both eyebrows went up. “Now who is Chris?”
“Mn, he was an old middle school friend.”
“And what was he wrong about?”
Tom exhaled through his nose. “Well, thanks to Chris, I thought being gay would be a very different thing. I never imagined it would be spending a lazy Sunday loafing around the house with a wonderful cub like you, waiting until the football game started.”
Marshall loved being called a cub and his cheeks turned a bit red. “How could you not imagine that? That’s all I wanted when I grew up, was to have like a typical American suburban life. Fratboy to dadbod pipeline. Just like, married to another dad, instead of a wife. And without the kids…for now anyway.”
Tom chuckled. “Fratboy to dadbod. Yeah that’s kind of it.”
“What did you think it’d be?” Marshall asked.
“Mmn. Something to do with peacocks.”

“Peacocks?”
“Yeah.”
“…I don’t get it.”
Tom chuffed through his nose. “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m gonna nap for a few more minutes ok?”
Marshall snuggled up against him. “Good. You’re really warm right now. Kind of nice…”
“Marshall?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” Tom said in a soft voice.
There was a pause. Tom tried not to freak out.
“I’m falling in love with you too,” Marshall said after a moment, his voice creaky.
Tom let out the breath he was holding. Marshall always had a problem expressing his emotions. That was a lot from Marshall. More than he thought he’d get.
“That’s wonderful, Marshall,” Tom said. He smiled at him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Marshall sighed in relief. “I’m – really happy to hear you say it.”
Tom planted a light kiss on his lips. “Good.”
They pressed up closer and fell quiet for a nap. Tom dozed off wondering if he could find Chris online, and tell him he was wrong. It would be very satisfying.

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