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by ccallenreese

We were leaving the park and it happened – we synchronized. We had each-other’s hands in the respective back pockets, then we removed them and gave each respective asscheek a squeeze. Tim and I both just stopped and looked at each-other.
“Did that just happen?” we say at the same time. Tim begins to laugh. “Oh god we’ve become ‘that couple’ haven’t we? We’re spending so much time together we’re becoming the same person.”
I scoff. “That’s impossible. It was just a confidence. We’ve only been dating three weeks, it can’t happen that quickly!”
Tim raises an eyebrow at me, then shakes his head with a little smile on his face. “Whatever you say, babe.”

We begin to walk forward again, but we both put our left feet first. Tim immediately stops, and then of course, I stop. By this point, he already has the giggles. “You go, then I go. You do left foot, I go right foot.”
“That was just a coincidence too,” I insist.
I put my left foot forward and take a couple steps and Tim lets me pass, then jogs up to catch me. Our stride fell into its natural ways. That is, until I subconsciously reached for his hand and mine bonked against his – seeking the same thing.

“Oh come on!” I say exasperated. “You did that on purpose!”
“I swear I didn’t!” he gasps, laughing.
“We need to be careful. I like you, I don’t want the relationship to burn out too soon.”
That goofy smile appears on his face. “You like me?”
“Yes, I like you. You’re cute as hell, you have great posture, you’re so considerate and ambitious and your humor is off the wall. Plus, I like men who are smaller than me.”
“Ohhh god, fuck now I have to marry you for saying that. We have to elope and everything.”
“We can’t elope after 3 weeks, Timmy.”
“Why not?”

We both speak at the same time. “Your mom would kill us,” I say. Tim answers himself: “Well, my mom would definitely murder me.” I’d only known him a short while, but he’d already told me about his mother who was a wedding planner specializing in big, showy affairs.

I stop walking again and give him a glare for having synched with me again. “Ok, it is silent time until the car. Stand over there and be normal.”
Tim laughs again. “Oh god I can’t. I can’t deal with this. We’re too adorable, I’m giving myself a cavity.”

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Text is fictional. Source unknown, would be appreciated.

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by ccallenreese

When I explain it to people, they tend to get a confused expression on their faces. A dominant bottom? Isn’t that a contradiction? How can that exist? Then they meet my boyfriend and suddenly they get it. Even in khaki shorts and a tight knit tee shirt across his firm pecs, he attracts your eye and your attention. He’s impossible to ignore, even when not saying a word, he has this incredible aura and this steel glint to his eye that makes you wonder what he’s going to do next. It’s his confidence, his swagger. 

The boy is going to go places, but there is only one place he’s cumming – on me. Being gay to him is a non-issue. He easily accepted it, as if it was natural to him as breathing. His Type A personality doesn’t accept that he has to sit around until some guy gifts him with his cock. He finds it juvenile. When he wants sex, he needs to be in control the entire time, from actively pursuing a partner to the actual penetration. He quickly deduced that sticking his dick into something was not nearly as pleasurable as riding one. Big cocks, small cocks, curved cocks, he’s taken them all. Unfortunately, most of those cocks were attached to confused men who didn’t know how to react when their “submissive” bottom began to growl and take charge.

I, on the other, love just staying still and relaxing during sex. I love watching my partner fuck himself me because I know he’s in heat. I know he’s crazy, near foaming at the mouth, with the need to be penetrated and my cock is better than any dildo he can buy. It’s hot, it’s damp, it throbs and twitches. It fills him up and soothes the ache. After we had sex a few times, he simply told me, “You know I’m keeping you right?” I couldn’t find a reason to disagree.

Sex is usually triggered by two words: “I’m horny”. He purrs like a kitten and rubs my shoulders. I can rarely ever resist. I obediently climb the stairs and follow him to the bedroom, and there I wait for him to undress me. He pushes me to the bed licks me all over. Soon he’s grinding against me, testing my patience until I’m practically begging. God, I love watching him. He’s poetry in motion. All I have to do is stay still and he devours me. He mounts me and takes me into his body, rocking back and forth on my cock as he pleases. Often he seems he slips into a trance from how good it feels. Normally both of his hands are pressed flat against my chest like a panther that’s pinned his prey. I keep my hands busy, caressing him, tugging on his hair, encouraging him to use me as he desires. My cock is his.

The sex with him is incredible. I would let him lock my cock up if he wanted to, I just can’t resist. I can’t wait until we don’t have to use condoms anymore.

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Text is fictional. Source unknown.

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by ccallenreese

“You see, we’re doing you a favor. We could have easily turned you over to the cops for raiding our drug cache. I know you intended to sell all of it to pay off that loan shark, but you were stupid and got caught. Shame. Well. we spoke to your debt collector and settled it for you, but now you owe us – both the debt and for stealing. You have no value, no goods to barter, just your very sweet handsome body. We are going to enjoy having you here to serve us now. We’re very busy men with a local, lucrative business, and you will treat us with respect. Correct?”
“Y…yes.”
“Yes what, boy?” he slapped the boy’s bare pectoral.
“Yes Sir!”
“Good boy. A quick learner, I like that. Rocco, remove his underwear. He won’t be needing them for a while.”

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Text is fictional. Source is:

PETO COAST,BEN TAYLOR + JUAN_CAZZOCLUB

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by ccallenreese

He wasn’t expecting me back so soon from my jog – and I hadn’t intended to be back this early, except I was sure I’d sprained my ankle. The sight of him gyrating in our bedroom took all the pain away as the blood making my ankle swell shot back up my leg to my crotch. Javier was lost in the music. He had the most incredible hips, this tiny little hourglass waist and a big hunky torso, pythons for biceps, a very kissable mouth.

When I saw him dance like this, it reminded me that I was dating a stripper and a go-go boy. Well, no, I’m not dating that boy. I’m dating Javier. That boy flirts and reveals his gorgeous body and cut cock to strangers, he lets them grope his ass and shove money into his underwear – but I get to fuck Javier. I get to cuddle with him, I get to encourage him to give me roadhead when we’re stuck in traffic. I get to see this candid side of him in my bedroom.

The state of my cock is obvious in my loose running shorts. Javier’s own cargo shorts fall to the floor and he steps out of them, wiggling in a circle. When Javier rotates towards me, he sees me and startles, clutching his chest in momentary panic. My faces contorts in sheepish guilt. He rips out the earbuds.

“Shit, you scared the fuck outta me! I thought you was on a jog, baby!”
“Sorry! Sorry hot thing, I was. I twisted my ankle and decided to just come home. Please don’t stop, you’re so fucking sexy.”
Javier glanced at my foot hovering a little off the ground, but quickly he was distracted by my boner. “I did that to you?”
“Fuck yeah you did, shake your ass for me, hot thing.”

He grinned and his persona slipped out. He put his earbuds back in and danced for me. I began to play with myself as Javier shimmied and shook his butt to a song I couldn’t even really hear. I knew what he was listening to though because Javier translated it perfectly with his body.

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Text is fictional. No idea who this is.

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by ccallenreese

dadshaveallthefun:

Damn! you are so tight…

Josh was 35 years old and just lost his job in the ongoing double recession. The only job he could secure to support his family of five was that of a person secretary.

But everybody wanted a female secretary, even at the company where he is presently working, his boss, a young entrepreneur fresh out of business school, though impressed by his work experience and references wanted a female secretary.

Josh tried his best to convince that he can do anything that a female secretary can do. The previous interviewers were not so candid with him, but here Richard (the young entrepreneur) told him point blank that he wants to hire Josh but a female secretary can fulfill his sexual needs too.

Josh sat there and thought about his options for a minute, this could be his last interview and he need this job. He asked Richard what if he does everything that a female secretary will do? Richard was taken aback by the question.

He could sure use a man of his experience and won’t mind fucking him as he has fucked may juniors in college. Plus Josh is a family man and would be a virgin for sure. The thought of fucking a virgin ass gave Richard a raging hard-on. He hired Josh on the spot.

It was on his third day at office when Richard asked Josh to wait till after everyone is gone. He fucked Josh on his own desk, right under the CCTV camera surveillance. By tomorrow everyone from security personnel to janitors knew what male secretaries are for!

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by ccallenreese

I could have let him walk around out of chastity, just loose in his underwear, but it’s problematic when his sex drive is allowed to run free. His urges have no predictable schedule and he can’t seem to wish them into existence, they seem to come and go at random. I can’t coax him into fooling around, the engine just won’t start. He isn’t able to get into the mood on his own terms and he hates it. I can see it in his eyes when he comes for me, that sort of wistful sheepishness when he wants my cock but he’s worried he’s bothering me. Half the time we fool around, it’s mechanical rather than tempestuous emotions. I wanted sparks.

So I put him into a chastity cage, and now he’s horny all the time. It’s like having a computer that has trouble booting up so you just leave it on all the time. Sometimes the machine hibernates and sometimes it runs hot. Now I can come to him as well as he can come to me. And when he comes to me, it’s because he thinks I’ll be up for sex too, not just because he’s horny randomly and we should take care of it that moment.

It’s a bit difficult to explain to people why we practice this kink, and they likely wouldn’t even understand. The results have been wonderful though. I get my hands on his cute butt a million more times now because of that little bit of metal. I love feeling it press into my crotch when he’s on top of me.

Plus, the guilt is gone when I want to say “no” to his offer of sex – cause I’m busy or have to go, for example. Now, when I say “no” it only adds to our foreplay because often he’s usually heavy and full and I’m just delaying the relief he needs. Also, I’ve started noticing that he’s asking more, but often asking in situations where he’s sure I’ll say “no”. And often, he smiles. That little rascal, I think he gets off on it.

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Text is fictional. Source unknown but I’m almost sure it’s from a porno.

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by ccallenreese

Enjoying one more round of carefree sex before our lives change forever. One more Sunday wasted indoors, tangled in each-other’s limbs, twisted up in stained sheets, kissing each other like we’re starved for love. One more day with no responsibilities or cares in the world, but when the next orgasm is coming. I crave the wonderful warmth of his cock pressed against mine, his blood throbbing in his veins, the taste of his skin. I get high off his laugh, his smile.

Tomorrow, we bring the baby home from the hospital. We stop being Jake and Evan and start being Papa and Daddy to a little girl whose family cannot take care of her. The first Monday of the rest of our lives. 18 years, at least, with another body in this house needing our attention. Having a baby will strain our relationship and push us to the brink of frustration, but I know when that happens I’ll remember this Sunday and how much I fuckin’ love him and everything will be alright.

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Text is fictional.