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temptingdominance:

When you’ve waited all week to be with him.

Let me tell you something – that Metallica cover song was right. I’ve fucked here, I fucked there, I’ve fucked every fucking where. Cars, planes, trains, hallways, parkways, driveways, in alleys, under bleachers, in closets… got caught more than once, but when I was in my prime, I let absolutely nothing get between me and my craving for dick no matter the risk. Sometimes I’d get lucky and get actually fucked, but I think most of those times were just furious frottage or forbidden blowjobs. I mean, why jerk off when you can play with ANOTHER dick at the same time? I mean why on Earth would you ever.

I kind of missed the vanilla stage, and you know, it’s weird because the older I got the more I found myself circling back to it. Hell, it was weird enough realizing I kept circling back to the same guy. And then I did something super weird and moved out of my drafty artsy loft for his suburban house. I expected myself to eventually go crazy, snap out of it, then run to Europe clutching my chest in relief as I took E and sweated in a crazy warehouse party. After a year, the fear of this went away. Just because we moved into a house didn’t automatically mean I couldn’t go to the clubs anymore. Why on Earth did I think that? We still went, and regularly at that, and oh yeah we took E. And poppers. And whatever else.

Being taken is weird. If you can’t have sex, you have to wait. And you know how much I do not like jerking off – so sometimes the wait can be agonizing – but goddammit when you have been waiting all week and you finally get time for the real good sex? Oh my god. Knowing you and a naked guy have nothing to do until 8 am the next morning is such an exciting thing.

And you know what a learned? Fucking in a bed is actually the best place to do it. My partner laughed when I told him this. I think I’m gonna have to do him a favor and screw him in a few alleys and against a few trees or something until he sees things on my level. He needs to appreciate that fucking in this bed is awesome.

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dirtydaddythings:

Yes. This is how it’s done. Playful, dominant, affectionate and the smiling is infectious. Those are the moments I treasure.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” I say – not to be accusatory, but in some desperate attempt to hint that I need reassurance.
“Of course I do. I did a lot of research, talked to people, watched videos… when you told me you were going to be ready for this soon, my heart about exploded. I wanted it to be such a sweet experience for you.”
I smile. My cheeks hurt from smiling already. “So it won’t hurt?”
“It shouldn’t. Not if I take care of you properly. God I love you so much that you want me to do this.” Our lips meet and I momentarily drift off in our kiss.
“I love you so much,” he repeats. “I’m just so honored that you trust me, that you want me inside you, to take you…” The kisses trail down my clavicle. “I’ve been hungry to experience this for a long time now. Sex, love-making – what the fuck is the fuss all about?”
I chuckle. “I hear it feels pretty good. I mean our G-spots are up inside us…”
“Mmnn…” he purrs, rubbing his palms down my thighs. “I’m going to find yours, baby.”
I shudder. “Promise?”

He tosses my underwear to the side, and I’m now naked in his lap. My cock is dark red and hard between me, front and center. The thrill over-riding the shame excites me. He captures my mouth again. “Promise.”

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thelambwhoruledlions:

It’s almost sweater weather!

“You like this sweater?” Brett asks.
“Yeah,” I grin, “You look good.”
He snorts. “Aren’t you punny.” He smiles anyway, and our lips meet for a searing kiss.

“Mmnn…” Brett purrs. “I liked that.”
I bless him with another, and start snaking my hands into his clothes as our make-out session intensifies. Almost involuntarily, I start tugging on them to get them off. I want to suck him. I want to get my mouth on him soon so I can feel him hardening against my tongue.
“Hey babe?” Brett asks.
“Yeah?” I ask, muzzy headed.
“If you like me in this sweater so much, why are you trying to get me out of it?”
I blink at him, momentarily knocked off my predictable orbit. He gives me a smug look, waiting for a reply.
I clear my throat. “Well, because I think right now, you don’t want to be in that sweater.”
“Oh?”
“I think you’d rather be in me,” I finish with a grin.
Brett groans. “That was terrible. But good. And you’re not wrong. I was cold a moment ago. Why is it suddenly so warm in here?”
I take my off shirt.
Brett oggles my abs. “Oh. That’s why.”

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Captions are fictional. Guys might be Elias Vikstedt and Lari Väänänen but I can’t read Finnish to tell if that’s true or not.

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the-craftsman:

He had put on the suit and all things changed for him. He couldn’t help it as he stripped away the blazer, finding himself more horny as his muscular strength continued to build underneath. He only looked into the mirror to spot his face changing, and you had witnessed all the changes, sitting there as he began to strip and expose the changes of his body.

In ways he tried to resist, adjusting his tie, checking his shirt, but in many ways, it didn’t work. He couldn’t help himself from pleasuring the large erection he had and when he spotted your bulge too, he knew he would have to give in to his true sexy desires. He was a muscle daddy, flexing his pecs to make them grow, checking his biceps, even getting closer for you to see.

“You like this don’t you?” He simply asked and truth be told you probably did as he began taking off his shirt, continued flexing as he added his little comment; “I’ll put the soon on you too, don’t worry, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” Until then, watch him strip…and enjoy.

I reblogged this gifset yesterday with my own caption, and the OP of the gifset (who isn’t the creator) messaged me and said that he originally captioned it himself. Somewhere along the lines, it got deleted. So he asked me to post the original caption, and so here it is.

The gifset is from Muscle Bound Gods.

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kc-alpha:

Surrender to Him

“You like that. Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Instead, listen to me, boy. Pretty boys like you submit to men like me. That’s a fact. Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant. You’re going to offer your pretty body to me, and I’m going to take it. I’m going to plunder you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week without feeling me thrusting inside you. And you’re not going to whine about it. In a week you will come back asking me for more. Even if I gave you time, you would eventually come sniveling to me unsatisfied and needy. So I’m going to take what is mine now. You’ll be even more beautiful when I am done.”

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fuckyeahdudeskissing:

Fuck Yeah Dudes Kissing. A place to see men kiss on Tumblr. Submit a kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” Justin stammered.
“Why?” Reed asked, sounding a bit hurt.
“Cause,” Justin said weakly, “Anyone could walk in…”
“We would hear the door open. Besides, no one is going to be coming into the locker room. The basketball game is in its fourth quarter. They’re all glued to the court.” Reed pushed his lips against Justin’s again and felt a warm knot tightened in between his hips when the tension in Justin’s shoulders melted, and he returned it.
Justin kissed him back – once, twice. “I like kissing you,” he stated.
“I do too. Have you kissed others?” Reed asked.
Justin blushed a little. “One other. But I like kissing you better.”
This seemed to please Reed. “Any girls?”
Justin shrugged. “I’m not too interested.”
“MM…me neither.” Reed grabbed Justin’s shirt lapels and devoured his mouth, pushing him against the lockers and leaving him breathless.

After a long moment of passion, Reed wiped the back of his hand against his mouth. “I hate how hard it is to see you.”
“I wish we went to the same school too,” Justin agreed.
Reed ran his hands over Justin’s chest. He glanced at his watch. “Ever do anything else?”
“Else?” Justin repeated.
Reed smirked at him, then slid down to his knees. Justin’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, here -? You are not!”
Reed pouted. “I’ve been wanting to try this on someone. I bet you taste good. Please? Let me try? We got ten minutes..”
Justin gulped. “Yeah. Yeah go ahead.” His voice was shaking.
Reed petted him through his jeans. “You’re really hard,” he marveled.
“Goddamnit,” Justin said, “How could I NOT be when you kiss me like that?”
Reed snickered. “Good. I was starting to think I was forcing myself on you.”

“Never,” Just said quickly.
Reed slowly unzipped his pants. “Good. Cause I get greedy real fast. wow, boxer briefs. Just what I thought. Oh it’s wet here…” Reed leaned forward and pressed his lips over the outline of the firm shaft hidden under the fabric.
Justin gasped. “Jesus!” And he slammed his hand against the lockers, steadying himself. “Oh my god Reed!”
“Good?”
Justin whimpered.
Reed continued to mouth him, licking and teasing. Very, very slowly did he tug down the waistline and free Justin’s cock. He sighed softly and considered his prize. “Perfect. Just like you. I like uncut too.”
Justin was blushing hard, too flustered to answer – he had his cock in another guy’s hand! And Reed was going to put it in his mouth!
Reed would, but first he seemed content just to touch and stroke it. Justin was leaking from the tip, and when he Reed swiped his tongue over it, Justin felt his knees buckled.

Reed smirked and massaged his own bulge in his pants. Teasing a prep school kid was entirely too much fun. Shame they could only meet when their ‘rival’ basketball teams had games.

Justin watched, fascinated, as his cock slid past Reed’s lips. The sensation made little stars explode in front of his eyes. He pushed his hips and whimpered. Reed grabbed onto the fabric of his jeans and began to suck. Justin moaned and let his eyelids droop. “Oh my god Reed,” he whimpered. “Oh my god.”

Then, strong fingers cupped and squeezed his balls and Justin jumped. He shot, without warning. Reed withdrew and Justin came on his face. Justin cried out, unable to stop a tremendous orgasm from crashing over him – especially since Reed was pumping his slippery shaft and finishing him off.

Suddenly, they heard the whistle.
“Game over,” Reed said. He gave Justin’s cock few licks and returned it to his jeans. “Thank you for that. I really had fun. Did you?”
Justin nodded hard, wordless.
“You’re really hot Justin. We gotta figure out a way to do that again. Soon.”
Just nodded harder. He couldn’t imagine how it would feel better, but he knew Reed had ideas and desperately wanted to know what they all were. All his masturbation fantasies involved Reed anyway. 

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“Hm.”
“What are you thinking about babe?” Saul asks, wondering what has his husband’s attention.
“I’m thinking that piece of art we bought looks like a penis.”
“…I thought that’s why you bought it?”
“…I just bought a huge piece of art that looks like a dick.”
“Can we put it over the sofa?” Saul suggests.
“You know what, that’s actually a great place for it. “But first…can you scratch my back please? Your nails feel amazing.”
“How about you put up our new art, lie down on the sofa, and I’ll not only scratch your back but give you a massage and a handjob too?”
“Shit babe, you sure how to drive a hard bargain.”
Saul chuffs through his nose. “Is that what we’re calling your dick now? Hard Bargain?”
That makes his husband laugh. “Now, now. His name is Stud, and you will address him correctly.”
Saul smiles. “I am so glad I married you. But you’re wrong. Your dick’s name is mine.”

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The party was thriving right outside the simple, pressboard door but it might as well have been in a separate dimension. I could hear the thump of the Spotify playlist I made, and the occasional sprinkle of laughter or shouting from a drunk guest. It was Christmas in New York, and we had passed our exams and we were all going a little crazy, being a little bold. It must have been the champagne though. I mean why else would I get up the courage to flirt with that guy in my life drawing class that I been pining for all semester? 

Santa must have decided I deserved a present early, or maybe Todd was just as drunk I was, but soon he was pulling me away from the noise and activity to a spot where we would be alone. We found a place, then a chair.
I had always prayed he was a top. It wasn’t like me. I was stereotypically gay as they came but I still didn’t like the idea of being a sissy. I imagined myself to be more of a power bottom than I actually was, but Todd saw right through me. He knew to put me on his lap and assert himself and hold me in place.

Todd’s hand on my side tickled a little, and the heavy pressure of it made my heart flutter. My cock also found it very interesting.
I didn’t have time to linger on my rising panic as the bulge in my pants grew. Todd nuzzled me, then gently guided my chin forward with his artistically skilled fingers and pressed his lips to mine. My brain shut down. 

How long we sat there like that, gently kissing, I’m not entirely sure. I know at some point, the door opened and the party rudely spilled into our private space. It was loud and ugly and I wanted it to go away. I know someone said, “Hey Todd have you seen ….ohhhh about time” and then the door closed. But I didn’t look up to see who it was. It was in another dimension, you see. Far away. It did not concern me. I was living in the present, happily being seduced by a beautiful boy in a fine blue shirt with a perfect chin that fit right between my fingers. 

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