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“Wow,” Brian breathed.
“Wow, what?” I say, mildly amused.
“Just never touched another man’s balls before,” he replies.
I watch as he continues to pull on mine, over and over. “And how do they feel?”
“Like mine but…rounded. Bigger. Fuller. It feels kind of weird to be doing this though…”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I mean – think about it this way. Biologically, this is like where the sperm comes from…it’s like the most important thing when it comes to reproduction. With a woman, I mean. And in our society, we sort of train ourselves to recognize that everyone has testicles but we’re supposed to pretend they don’t exist – you don’t look at someone else’s and you don’t touch someone elses. They’re just these big fleshy sacks that hang off our body and they’re so taboo but -”
“Boy,” I start, but he keeps going.
“But here I am, just…touching yours in my hand, I don’t know why I want to or why I want to keep doing it but it feels very forbidden and taboo to be touching your- your- reproductive organs, like I’m doing something incorrect here, so biologically incorrect but I-”
“Boy,” I say again, louder, cutting him off. Brian looks at me with wide eyes. “Boy. Stop thinking so damn hard. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you use up that many brain cells while all your blood is rushing south.”
“Oh. Good point.” Brian pauses stroking my balls and lets them rest in his hand. Then, he looks up at me. “…Can I touch your cock now?”
“Yes, as long as you do it quietly.”

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“So uh, see you at school tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I guess you will,”
Rajeed responded, still grinning like an idiot. He cuffed his boyfriend
on the arm. Sam made a motion to go, but he stopped, and looked deep in
thought. “…Sam?”
Sam moved forward suddenly and kissed him. Rajeed
was awakened by the spark from the touch, and reciprocated with eager
lips and a seeking tongue. Kissin Sam was nice. It was beyond nice.
“Mmnn…mnnn…” he sighed softly. Rajeed was just melting into a nice
pre-arousal buzz when-

“Honey, are you home? I thought I heard – oh! Oh goodness, excuse me.”

“Mom!” Rajeed groaned and facepalmed at his mother’s interruption, turning bright red.
Sam giggled and waved sheepishly. “Hi Mrs. Mayar.”
“Hello Sam. Oh, I’m so sorry for um, interrupting you two.”
“It’s ok, I was just on my way out”
“Did you have a nice date?”
Rajeed rubbed the back of his red neck. “Yeah we did.”
Mrs. Mayar smiled. “So nice to see someone bring my shy boy out of the woodwork.”
Rajeed groaned again. “Mom, please.”

She held up her hands. “Ok ok, I’ll go. You two can finish making out.
“Oh my god, Mom-”
”But you really should stay for dinner Sam. I’m making curry.”
Sam
glanced at embarrassed Rajeed, and at his kiss-swollen lips. “That’s
very kind of you Mrs. Mayar. I have team practice in an hour but…I’ll
be plenty hungry after.”
She beamed. "Well come by, and I’ll feed you. Kitchen’s open late.”
"Will do, thank you.” Sam nodded at her, then thumbed Rajeed’s chin. “See you later ok?”
“Yeah…”
Rajeed said, watching the hottest jock he’d ever seen smile brilliantly
at him, then turn and go. “See you uh, later.” God, his butt looked
good in Levi jeans.
“I see why you like him,” Mrs. Mayar notes, “His butt looks good in those jeans.”
“Mom!”

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Text is fictional. The boys are Zane Porter and Dominic Santos, in this scene for Randy Blue.

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sorrygirlsisuckcock:

New favourite couple

“Oh my god, you’re actually going to kiss me.”
“Why are you grinning so hard yet cowering at the same time?” I tease.
“I – I don’t know! Because this is hilarious. And weird. And…I dunno.”
“Do you not want me to kiss you?”
“I don’t know! I mean, I’m straight but I…dunno,” Arturo giggles.
“God straight boys are so silly,” I chuckle. I lean forward, trapping him with two hands against the wall.
“Wait wait!”
“What?” I ask, finding it impossible not to smile although I’m a little exasperated.
“…No no, just do it,” Arturo replies. His cheeks must hurt by now. He hasn’t closed his mouth in like ten minutes.
“Ok fine,” I say with a shrug. His body language is confusing. His legs are forward but he’s leaning back, hands crossed over his chest like a mummy. Arturo’s tense. Nervous. He’s also really cute and looks great in blue. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
He giggles nervously. I feel like I”m at summer camp. I put my hands on either side of him and lean in, trapping him. He doesn’t turn his hed away. Our eyes meet momentarily. I close mine, and kiss him. His lips are firm and I can smell his cologne. I get a buzz immediately. To my surprise, he doesn’t blanch or pull away.
“Mnn…nnnf,” Arturo says.
I cup his chin and kiss him again. His arms relax.
“Mnnn…” he sighs.

Finally, I relent and break away. “…And that’s it,” I say cheerfully.
He blinks slowly and rubs his lips. “That uh…that was…different. I could feel your stubble a little.”
“Was it bad?” I asked, tilting my head.
“…I don’t know. It was different. Oh my god I can’t believe I just got kissed by a guy.”
“You said you were curious!”
“I did! And now I don’t know what to do with that information.”

I backed off and gave him some space. “Well, you’re a man now. You lost your bet and paid the price.“
Arturo looks pleased with this information. “And I’m still straight.”
“Well, good for you,” I reply, feeling a little disappointed.
“…Hey Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a question. I mean, not related to anything.”
”Go on,” I urge, folding my arms.
“Is it still gay if you just like to kiss guys? I mean, not have sex with them?”
I tilt my head. “Yeah, it’s call being a homo-romantic, heterosexual.”
Arturo’s face goes blank. “…A homo what now?”
“Oh straight boys. Come here Arty, sit down on the edge of the tub. We’re gonna have a little chat. And trust me, there is nothing wrong with kissing boys. Especially the way you kiss.” I watched him turn red, but I didn’t feel bad for enjoying it as much as I did.

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Text is fictional. From sense8, the tv show, apparently.

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Magic Wood barebacks Draven Torres at RawStrokes.com (xox)

Later, after we were snuggling in post-coital bliss, he said: “I’m jealous.”
I tilt my head up and met his dark eyes. “Of what?”
“Other men…the men you had before me. The one night stands in college, the bar hook-ups, the party sex orgies, your boyfriends…so jealous that they got you before I did.”
I smile, crinkling the corners of my eyes. “You love being in me that much?”
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Tight, warm, like velvet, “ Marcus groans and handles his soft cock, as if checking to make sure he can’t squeeze another orgasm out of it. No luck – his balls are empty. “Shit, I can’t even put it into words. The way you smell, the noises you make, the way your beard brushing my face, the texture of your lips…Jesus,” Marcus sighs. “It’s like dying and going to heaven every time. I can’t get enough of you.”
I blush hard and put an arm around him. “Well you don’t have to be jealous.”
“How could I not be, baby?”
I smirk. “You think they all got sex like that?”
He lifts his head up. “What do you mean, baby?”
“You forgot, that before we met I was a slut. A raging, bottom slut. I didn’t care about the fuck as long as someone was on top of me, and made me cum. No one got to make love to me. No one. Especially no one that I wasn’t gonna see again. I thought it was trite. And yeah, I’ve had a few boyfriends. Boytoys, really, but they never turned into lovers, because I wasn’t ready to settle.”
“That means…” Marcus begins.
“I’m an old slut, love. There’s a 3 in front of my age, love. What’s fun becomes exhausting, the hangovers start to last a lot longer, the morning partings become more painful. The loneliness starts to sink in… as does the depression. And then I met you. And it was like I was starting over, and being in love for the first time.”

He blinks at me. “Honey I never knew this about you, how you felt about me.”
I pat his cheek. “You’re getting this old slut to let down his guard. Good for you.”
“You’re not old, and you’re not a slut. Well, you’re slutty, but not a slut. You’re mine,“ Marcus insists. “I like hearing that you want to settle with me, though. I like you. A lot.”
“Me too.”
We kiss.
“So…” Marcus begins. “With me, we’re making love?”
“Every damn time.”
He grins. “How did you know you were ready to share that with me? Cause when we first met, it wasn’t like this.”
“You were right. When we met, we just fucked. But then…then you started putting your hand over my cock when we had sex.”
“….I do?” He blinks.
I giggle. “Yeah you do it every time. You get me spread wide and open, make me impale myself on you, and before I can get anywhere near my needy little erection, you put your hand over it and my balls. Mine, you say. You don’t want me to touch. You don’t want me to focus on any other pleasure except the kind you’re giving me. And at first, it pissed me off, but then we had that night when we got back from the ballet remember?”
“Uh huh,” he replies, mesmerized by the words coming out of my mouth.
“And it was just…so wonderful. So intense. So slow, so passionate. And you did that, and it just felt right. I felt like I belonged to you, I wanted to give myself to you. So, I thought, why not? Why not see where this goes?” I kiss his chin. “It’s been a very rewarding experience. The sex is on another level.”

Marcus works his jaw. I wonder if he knows his eyes look a little wet. “Baby,” he manages. “I had no idea. I am so, so…flattered that you picked me, and let me pleasure you. When I met you, and started dating you, I thought – this guy is really special, but I don’t think he’s going to stick around long enough for me to show him how special he is. So every day to me, it’s like waking up in a dream.”
“It is, isn’t it?” I sigh, content. “Being in love is amazing. Getting fucked by you is amazing. Coming hands-free is amazing. Spending time with you is amazing. But it’s the sum of the parts that make me get up in the morning.”

Marcus wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my neck. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Marcus. …Hey, what’s that poking me in my thigh?”
“Huh?” he glances down. “Well, shit, look at that. I don’t think there’s anything left in the arsenal though.”
I wrap my fingers around it. “Why don’t we find out?”

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Text is fictional. Source is below. Black gay porn actors have the best aliases. Magic Wood and Draven Torres are with Lucas Entertainment.

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I threw my pen down on the desk. I was never going to get anything done, not with the new poolboy my parents hired parading in front of my window in tiny little Speedos. My parents were away for the summer wintering in Europe. I thought that living in my parent’s guest house in their backyard would be a great way to save money and be close to college, but I was not counting on this beautiful, toned creature with such a delicious butt fishing leaves out of the pool. Goddamn, I hated how beautiful men were in Miami.

I pushed my chair back and stood up. It was annoying enough not being to swim because the pool had to be shocked, so I couldn’t even work off my frustration. I picked up my wallet to go somewhere – anywhere – but then I got an idea.

I strode out to the pool and waited until the man noticed me. “Everything alright Sir?” he asked.
I walked over to him and held up the $50 dollar bill. “If I give you this, will you take off your Speedos?”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Is that what Mrs. Escobar’s son likes?”
“You gonna take it or not?”

He set the pool skimmer on the ground, then shimmied out of his Speedos. I was staring, shamelessly, at his thick fleshy cock. It was beautiful, and jesus, where had he been hiding his balls?
He plucked the bill out of my hand. “Anything to make a customer happy.”

It made me happy indeed. I sat down in a shaded poolchair and massage myself through my pants, watching his muscled body work around the pool. Everytime he squatted down I thought I was gonna nut my shorts. 

Eventually, I did, and then he had to leave. I made sure to ask his name before he went, and Pablo became my masturbation fantasy for days after.

It became a ritual – Pablo’d come over once in a while, clean the pool, weed the place, and I’d bring out some snacks and lemonade and watch him work naked. As time went on, he began to refuse my money …if I was naked too. I didn’t need to think about this either. I stripped out of my shorts and settled into the chair to masturbate in the shade of the Florida sun. It felt, frankly, glorious, and Pablo always made my balls shoot out these big, sticky loads.

It was beginning to be harder to resist him. After three months of this, I gave Pablo a new opportunity.

I offered my wallet. “What will it take to get you in my bed?” I asked.
He took one look at my wallet and tossed it onto the patio table. “Don’t insult me.”

He grabbed my chin and brought our lips together. I dove into him. Lips. Tongue. The scent of sun-tan lotion and sweat, his silky skin under my fingers.

“Get in my room,” I demanded, my voice husky and needy.
“About fucking time.”

I dragged Pablo into the guest house and ravished him with kisses. Our naked crotches bumped together and I pushed my cock up against his. I couldn’t ever remember being so hard. He wrapped his fingers around both of our cocks and I moaned loudly as we rocked together. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into his grip.

Meanwhile, I had both of my hands glued to his ass. I was kneading that meat like a cat and tenderizing with smacks like a butcher preparing a cut. I could not get enough of his butt. I squeezed it with a bruising grip. The little gasps and squeaks he made of surprise made my blood run hot.

“Pablo,” I gasped.
“This isn’t enough is it?”
“Can I fuck you?” I pleaded.
To my surprise, I felt his body relax. “Madre de Dios, I was hoping you were a top.” 

I laughed and pulled him down to the bed. My lips were so kiss-swollen I couldn’t feel them by the time I rolled Pablo over. What a perfect body. Mine, all mine mine mine. I grabbed a wetnap off my nightstand to clean him, before dividing him and pushing my tongue against his entrance.

He hissed, buckling his hips. “Ah!”
I made gentle circles with my tongue, getting him to loosen up and moan for me. The boy was tight. I wondered when on earth he’d last been fucked properly. I rimmed him until he was groaning and his thighs were trembling. I then pushed my tongue inside of him and slowly tortured him from the inside out. I licked my finger and slipped it inside, locating his prostate and stroking it. Soon, Pablo’s erect meat was dripping a puddle between his big, soft legs.

“Please fuck me,” Pablo pleaded. I had to give him what he wanted. I rolled a condom onto my ignored dick and got in place behind. My cock looked so happy rubbing up against that nice bubble butt. It wanted to be in.
“Gladly,” I purred.

I whimpered as I sank every inch into that perfect butt. He was stretched and welcomed me, right to the hilt. I brought his hips up to meet mine and Pablo cried out. “Yes!”
“So fucking hot, Pablo.”

I snapped my hips deep into him over and over. Pablo fisted the sheets and begged. “Deeper!”
“Yes sir!” I fucked him with my eyes rolling back into my head. “God you’re so good!”

The bed began to squeak, louder and louder. Our skin smacked together over and over and over….

“Fuck!” Pedro grunted.
I rested on his back and finished fucking him with jack-rabbit motions as I came, filling the condom with a huge gush of cum. “Ah…ah!” Black spots flashed in front of my eyes.
I reached around for Pedro’s big, impressive cock. I gave a stupidly loud sigh of contentment as I felt Pedro’s cock twitch and tense and then shoot all over my bed. He was gripping me so hard I thought I would never pull out.

We collapsed, chest heaving, our bodies sweaty and sticky. I nibbled on his ear and rested a hand on his hip.
“Pablo?” I managed, still breathing hard.
“What?” he replied, punctuating it with a whimper as I slid it out.
“That. was. amazing.” I tied off the condom and discarded it.
He chuckled. “Tell me about it. Christ. I can’t believe we waited three months to do that.”
“…So….regular thing?”
“For fucking sure,” Pedro agreed. “Christ, I need nap. I’ve worked so hard today.”
I grinned. “I bet.”

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torontopup:

sir2u-boy:

I know you’re a fag, I know I shouldn’t like it so much, but damn, you give the best head I’ve ever had, and this tight little hole back here is making me think that if you fuck half as good as you suck, I’m gonna be moving you in. 

www.recon.com/torontoslave

Finally! I thought you couldn’t be any thicker! I mean, you think I give good head just because I’m a mindless faggot that goes totally blank at the sight of an unsucked cock – and yeah, that part’s true – but I don’t suck dick like this for anyone. I really like your cock, but there’s no way for me to tell you this without you thinking it’s a blanket statement. Your cock gets harder than any other penis I’ve played with, and it’s so easy for me to deepthroat it and really put my tongue to work. Plus, you grow so much it’s easy to keep my hand and my lips busy. It makes me feel so slutty, so powerful, to go all out for you. You have a dick that’s so easy to worship, that I will never get tired of it. And don’t even get me started on your balls.

On top of that, you’re considerate. Some alphas are pretty rude, but us fags are used to that. They don’t want to get too close to ‘gayness’. You though, you drive me crazy gently petting my hole like that. I always have to suck you shirtless or else I’d just sweat right through it. Every touch makes me tremble, and it makes my cock throb so hard. My pants are always soaked when I’m done servicing you.

Once you fuck me, I know you’re going to have difficulty wanting me to even leave even to do errands. It just won’t seem right that I’ll be sleeping elsewhere from then on. Once you fuck me, you’ll know that no one can care for your dick or your sexual needs like I can. Every other boy will be a replacement for me. Every faggot is up for adoption – don’t forget that. I want to come home to you too.

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Text is fictional. Good boy.

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“What are you thinking, Jessup? You’re always so quiet.”
“Cause I’m listening.”
“What are you listening to? The shower?”
“You. Your breathing. The way the water splashes off your skin, the sound of the loofah as you wash me..”
“Are you enjoying it?” I ask.
“Mmm very much. It’s so hard to find a lover, with me as I am, and I’m sort of wondering if I”m dreaming sometimes, having such a great guy like you in my life. In my shower.”
I chuff through my nose. “You shouldn’t put yourself down in that way. I look for a few things in my partner, and the biggest one is personality.”
Jessup grins. “Are you sure the biggest isn’t the cock?”
“I thought that was why you liked me?” I pretend to be offended.
Jessup laughs.

“Hey…Jason.”
“Hm?” I inquire.
“…Would you do something for me?” Jessup asks, putting the loofah back on the hook.
“Anything.”
“Take control.”
“…Are you sure? But you hate being caught off guard.”
“Jason please,” he begs. “Everyone is so delicate with me because I’m nearly blind. I’ve retorted by being as picky as possible. I’ve never given control to anyone. I want to know what it’s like. Be rough with me. Ravish me.”
“Christ, it’s turning me on hearing you beg.”
“Do it,” he growls.
I take a step back and examine my Jessup. He loves to work out, and it’s carved these delicious lines and rolling waves of muscle into the canvas that is his body. A strong illiac crest slides downward to the impressive, veiny cock jutting out. It’s a shame he can’t see his package because the set is damn gorgeous. And it is mine for the taking.
“….Jason?” he says quietly.
I push him back against the wall. Jessup gasps in surprise as he is jostled, then again as his back hits the cold wet tile. Before he can get out the second half of “more”, I’ve pounced on him, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Our lips meet and duel, and then I slip my tongue. Jessup’s hands seek my body and I press my palms into his torso, helping myself to a handful of his pecs. How can they so firm, yet so soft? I suddenly get why straight guys like tits.
I pin his arm against the wall, and when I move his limbs as I like, Jessup giggles; he’s giddy. His hand finds my waist and he pulls me against him. Our half-hard cocks meet and Jessup arches up. I can feel a moan thrumming in his throat as I kiss him, relentlessly.
“Fuck yeah, more, Jessup more!” he asks, breathy and hopeful.
Our lips meet again and again. I pin him in place with my hips and my grip. We rock together until our cocks are stiff as wood and sharing heat by sliding against each-other. The warm water slides down my back and gurgles down the drain.

I reach back with my free hand that’s not pinning his arm back and seek his ass. I squeeze it hard enough to make him shout.
“This is turning you on,” I purr.
“More Jason!”
“I do think you have a date with my bag of ropes later…”
He shudders and pre-cum dribbles down his shaft. I swipe it with my finger and taste it, then reach behind Jessup again and stroke his hole which I just cleaned.
Jessup whimpers and clings to me. “Jesus, Jason, no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“I’m happy you thrust me.”
“…Did you just say ‘thrust’ instead of trust?”
Jessup quiets and stills, then his body vibrates with laughter. It’s contaigous and soon we’re bent over in hysterics.

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Sex TBC. Text is fictional. I actually wrote “thrust me” instead of trust me and just went with it. These hotties are from Sean Cody, naturally.

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“You have to do it bro. My uncle told me that gays are witches, and if you get seduced by one, you have to sleep with them. If not, they’ll put a curse on you and your dick will fall off.”
“…I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”
“Still, you asked, and he replied. That’s like a verbal contract man..”
“But…I’m not gay…”
“Dude. He likes to cuddle.”
*groans*

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Text is fictional. This is Danny Mahealani, Stiles Stilinski, and Scott Mccall of Teen Wolf.

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gayboykink:

Ahhwwwww c’mon the-kinky-bf, you should be home already… =(

Craig bought a dropcam so he could see what exactly his pup did all day when he wasn’t home, and his pup didn’t have classes or work. He regretted it instantly though, when he saw how lonely his boy was. Damn near broke his heart to see him curled up by the door, no doubt whining the whole time.  Craig had no idea his pup had separation anxiety, or missed him this much. It had to be even worse for his pup, since he was working all these later hours due to tax season.
There was no way he could afford to care for another pup at this time, though. Wasn’t there doggy daycares for this sort of thing? There had to be one for pup boys. They lived in San Francisco for gods sake. Craig turned his attention from the reports to Google to search for one. He wasn’t gonna get a damn thing this quarter done knowing his pup was waiting for him, forlorn as can be.

First though, he sent his pup a text message: Miss you. Be a good boy, and make sure all your toys are put away before I come home. At least that’d keep him busy for a little while.

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Text is fictional. Gah, gayboykink is just too damn cute. :<

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“Congrats, you passed your Chem mid-term, read ahead on your English assignments, and you re-registered your car. You have been such a good boy this week, I think you definitely deserve my cock.”
Heath licks his lower lip, involuntarily. “Really? Really really? Been thinkin’ about it so much lately…”
I begin to undo my pants. “Hell yeah. Big prize for a good boy. Hell, you are a totally different boy than the one I met three weeks ago, drunk in a gay bar a night before your mid-terms, harassing men way out of your league, barely passing his classes… and what was the other thing?”
“Living on junk food,” he admits, sheepish.
“Yes, that. So amazing, the power the little device around your cock has. Kind of scary to think your free cock has such power over you.”
Heath shifts back and forth on his feet. “May I suck you now? Please?” he begged.
“Yes yes, sorry…just waxing nostalgic.” I move my hand to my wrist.
Heath interrupts me. “No. I mean, please, leave it on.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You like when it’s on?”
“Yeah,” he admits, looking every more impatient, “Cause it makes you look rich and respectful, and I find it kind of hot to serve a man with status. Plus you know, I love a man that feels confident enough to look fully dressed wearing only his underwear and his watch.”
I chuckle under my breath. “I love when you talk about me that way, but boy, you don’t make any kind of sense when you’re horny. Get on your knees now, and don’t come up until you’re rational again.”
“Yes sir! It…might be a while Sir.”
I smile at Heath and cuff him behind the neck. “Take your time.”

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Text is fictional