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I pause when the photo shows up on my Facebook feed. It’s public, but addressed to me: ‘We’re having a great time, Paul! I’m so happy, thank you!!!“

I should be jealous. Green with it. They’re a perfect, handsome gay couple. William has an attractive rectangular face, straight white teeth, and a jaw you could chisel coal with. He’s got a thick neck and 45 degree deltoids under unmarred flesh. His boyfriend Raul is equally damn attractive, even with his hook nose that gives him character. Raul’s kissing William on the cheek. William’s face is flush with contentment. Behind them, the sea off the coast of Brazil stretches into infinity, buffeted by towering mountains. It’s an over-cast day, which leaves no strong shadows in the photograph.

They’re totally, utterly perfect. I am single, he is taken – completely, 100% taken. I should be jealous, but I’m not. I’m beyond happy. This time two years ago, William was headed toward a coffin – he left an abusive relationship, and walked right into the arms of crystal meth. Months of drugs, booze, and anonymous sex caught him up with him; his HIV positive status was detected in the hospital after he was found passed out on a grocery store floor. I was his counselor, helping him emerge out of a toxic situation into a healthy one. He was suicidal, near starving, not managing his positive status.

I was sure I was going to lose him. Raul gave him something to work for. Raul ran the coffee shop next door to the recovery meeting place. He was working on an MBA, clean and ambitious. He didn’t mind William’s positive status, but Raul would not court a man ragged and riddled from crystal meth. I used Raul as an incentive for William to keep going, even going so far as asking Raul to write him notes of encouragement on paper napkins. William kept every one.

I could barely see the old William in the new one. He jokingly called himself Will 2.0, and I understood why. He had been reborn. William was enrolled in school for fall, and soon they would move across town so Raul could start a new job. Before they began their life together, they took a trip to Brazil – to celebrate life, to celebrate eachother. I was just so happy for them, I began to cry at my keyboard.

I commented: "Thank yourself too. You created your own happiness. You fought so hard, harder than any patient I have ever had. It’s wonderful to see you live.”

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I step into the library to return my completed book and replace it with a new one for my beach-side reading. I hear a sigh and walk toward the back of the crisp, modern styled library, seeking the owner of the sound. I find the houseboy back there, glancing forlornly out the window. He doesn’t notice me at first; my leather soled shoes make little noise on the floor. The natural sunlight illuminates his skin, basking his attractive form in a healthy glow. He is a sight – a slender neck emerging from the sharp lines of his collar bone, gently rolling pecs float above the valley of his lined abs. His skin is so taut, his health and vigor so evident, that there is hardly an ounce of fat on him from hard work and I can see grand veins running under his flesh.

His balls are generous and full, and his cock is soft and hidden but the perfect length for his form. He’s as if a painting come to life. I make the usual noises of putting a book away and he twists his head to look at me. He seems a bit surprised to see me. 

“Are you waiting for your Master to return, lad?”
“Yes sir,” he says, his voice wistful. “I miss him.”
“He shall return from visiting his sister within the hour, do not fret.”
The houseboy nods, but not satisfied. “I hope you have enjoyed your stay here, Sir, and weren’t inconvenienced by his sudden departure two days ago.”
“How could I not enjoy my stay here? I got a week off from that stuffy law office to stay with an old, dear friend at his manor by the beach and be attended to by the most beautiful nude boys. There is nary an inconvenience there. Babies come when they want to come, it isn’t your Master’s fault your sister delivered this weekend.”

The houseboy looks a bit relieved. “Thank you Sir for saying so. Yes, the baby was due last week, but they don’t mind anyone’s schedule but their own.”
“Indeed.” I rifle through the bookcases. “Oh Yukio Mishima…an eccentric, but a great author.” I select The Sound of the Sea and flip through it. When I glance up, I see the houseboy has returned to staring out the window once more.

“Lad,” I say gently, “Perhaps you need a distraction? Come to the beach with me.”
“I …” he begins. “I would like to, but if I am not here to greet my Master upon his return he will be cross with me.”
“Mm, well perhaps we can go there after lunch. Would you like me to suck you? Perhaps it’ll help you relax?”
The boy thought a moment. “Master said I am to please his guest while he is gone. It would please you?”
“Yes, you in any fashion would.”
The houseboy lowers his gaze to the bulge in my trousers, then to the floor. “My Master will also been in need of proper release after two days away too Sir, and I want to offer him a hole that has not been spoiled in his absence.”
“Then just a suck then,” I say with a reassuring smile. The houseboy looks content with our compromise.

The boy turns around and put his palms on the windowsill. I set my book on a shelf and kneel between his legs. His cock is soft, but warm and clean-scented. I take him between my lips – a perfect mouthful – and he gasps softly at the sensation of my tongue on him. I make a suction lock and bob my head, encouraging it to stiffen. Through my lips, I feel the throb of his awakened veins as blood rushes to his sex organs. I cup his pouch below and roll them between my fingers. His cock swells, filling my mouth from cheek to cheek and challenging my jaw.

The pink knob soon pushes out of his foreskin and strains, dripping seed against my tongue. Each little taste of the houseboy’s salty fluid makes my own cock ache in my trousers. I reach down with one hand to massage it until I fear I will spend in my pants; I unbutton myself and let the erect thing spring up into the air. I moan and began to stroke myself as I nurse the houseboy’s upright cock. His lids are half-closed, his lower lip quivers. The houseboy’s testicles are full and low. He is in much need of a proper fuck, but that is not part of my role as a guest in this house. I wonder if I would be allowed to watch that.

I sense his body spasming and the boy whimpers. “I feel I will cum soon, you are too skilled with your tongue!”
I answer him by pushing the tip of it into the slit and swirling it about; the houseboy’s knees buckle and I catch him by pushing upwards on his shins. He regains his posture and tosses back his head. I suck deeply and quickly, one hand on myself, the other making a circular path with my fingertips around his shaft, down to his balls, then back around to stroke any skin I can find.

The houseboy keens and his thighs tense; he cries out an ‘Oh sweet fuck!“ and his balls hitch high. I consume all his seed, feasting on his modest cock as he shoots against my throat. He is pent up. I do not fuss that I have spoiled his appetite for when his Master calls; in fact, I am even more sure now that I have taken off the edge and so he will be virile and patient for longer service when taken into bed.

When his organ begins to soften, I suckle and clean it with patience. It is no chore, and it would be disrespectful to leave another man’s property sullied. As he vocalizes and twitches in my grip, I dedicate a moment to pump my own aching organ. The climax swells over me in an instant and my hot seed splashes on the floor and on the house boy’s feet. I groan around his organ, lost in the pinnacle of masturbation. He grows too sensitive and begins to squirm; I nuzzle his balls and tug on myself, allowing the afterglow to settle and evaporate. There is no sound but for the houseboy’s soft panting.

After a moment, I pull away from the houseboy completely. I can almost see the the tension and anticipation melt off his shoulders. I leave my flaccid cock out, then signal for "one moment” before leaving the library to find a bathroom. When I return with a damp cloth, I find the houseboy perched halfway on the windowsill, head titled back against the window glass. His eyes are closed. When he hears my footfalls, he opens his eyes.

He motions to take the cloth away from me, but I give him a “tut” and hold it out of reach. This is my fun. I wrap his genitals in the warm terry cloth and clean them. He seems to enjoy this as much as I do. After I clean my own, I fold the towel anew and gently wipe his feet. It is a bit scandalous to be cleaning a houseboy’s feet, but I find the act a bit erotic. After the task is done, I give him a little kiss, tuck my book under my arm, and hold the towel at a distance. “Thank you for the suck, boy. You are most enjoyable. I hope to see you on the beach later.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hartman. It was immensely pleasurable.” He is still flushed. I must walk away or I will lose my will to resist fucking him. I nod, but as I turn away, the houseboy makes a sharp turn toward the window.

“It’s him! My Master is home! Oh I must go greet him at once. Thank you Mr. Hartman, the distraction did the trick. Please excuse me." 
I nod, dismissing him.
He flashes me a happy smile and jogs off, and I’m momentarily struck still by his bliss. It’s always wonderful and heart-warming to see a boy in service so enamored with his keeper.

I do not bother them. I return to my room and pick up my bag, then go to the beach a short walk from the manor. I lay out a towel and enjoy my book. About an hour later, Master Dunn and his houseboy come and join me, carrying a picnic basket and pale ale. The houseboy has fresh lovebites and there are red marks on his hips. I’m sure if I parted the globes of his ass, I would find a hole pink and wet and open from being fucked. The ocean will wash him clean. 

We dine and snack. Master Dunn discusses in length his new nephew and his status as an uncle. The topic soon changes to more domestic matters. We tidy up the spread and prepare for a swim. Just as I am removing my clothes, Master Dunn speaks up. "Glen, I have an inquiry for you.”
“Yes?” I ask.
“After dinner tonight, would you be interested in coming to my room? My houseboy says you were a wonderful companion while I was gone, and I feel as if I must reward you. I hate to know my boy is lonely. You must join us, or at least watch as I take him. It would be rude other wise.”
Glen felt a stir in his loins. “I did not do anything unique, but make sure the houseboy had a guest to serve and work to do. He is a fine boy and so easy on the eyes. I would hate to insert my horny self between your intimate relationship, but I will certainty watch. Not often does one receive an invitation to watch a houseboy writhe under his Master. I would find it to be most exciting.”
A dark look of lust and satisfaction shows on Master Dunn’s face. “Oh, he excites me a good deal.”
The houseboy blushes.
Master Dunn clears his throat and reveals a bit of a smirk. “That will be for later, though. I must take a swim first or my cock will harden even more.”
I grin. “Oh, I do feel the same way. I want to save my seed for when I can watch. I want to last for hours.”

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Text is fictional. Model is Dominick Juneau, photographed by Adam Webster.

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I hadn’t meant to post this when I did – I never post between 4-5 am PST. However, somehow when I went to reblog this hours ago, I somehow managed to highlight a different frame and the reblog button was inaccessible. I was dicking around with deselect keyboard shortcuts and it magically reblogged! It took me seven hours to fix this, so yaaaay. I was reading this rather bizarrely-worded collection of Victorian-themed short stories involving gay sex, and they inspired this. Nice that it got saved.

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“Kip? Boy, what are you doing back there? Come on out now, it’s alright.”
“But…” he looks at the floor, his blue eyes obscured by long lashes. “You’ll look.”
I try to suppress an ‘aww’. Despite all the beef on his body, he’s cuddly and shy as a rabbit. “Yes, I will. There’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”
“Isn’t it …vulgar? To want to be nude?”
“No. You’re born nude aren’t you? To be honest Kip, I would go as far as saying that you are far too lovely to cover your body up with clothes anyway.”
He blushes all over and hides behind the curtain more. I remind myself that hardened leather daddys do not say “aww”. “If you’re really uncomfortable, you can put your underwear back on,” I offer. Maybe taking this slow wasn’t a good idea – glacial is probably a better speed for him.
He thinks about it and chews on his lower lip. “I came here to spend a weekend with you, to learn what it was like to be a houseboy. I should be more grateful for your patience, and not hiding behind you curtain.”
“How did you imagine this weekend would go?”

Kip blinks and twists his fingers in the sheer fabric of the drapes. “I imagined me cleaning, organizing, maybe cooking a little – domestic bliss, really, which is embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing?” I ask, feeling more like a therapist than a Master.
“Because a man shouldn’t want to do those things,” he says softly.
“Ah.” I see what’s going on now. He thinks that coming out from behind that curtain means going against what it means to be a ‘man’. “Kip,” I say in a soft soothing voice, “Who dictates what a boy can or can’t do? You’re the only one who does. It’s just you and I here. There are no other judges. I respect men that accept who they are and embrace it. You’ve already made positive steps. You’ve recognized that you find peace in cleaning and tidying, that having a clean house is how you show affection and love to a man you like. Most people don’t get that far.”

His eyes light up. I can tell Kip is relieved I understand him. “I …just want to make someone happy. I know it’s selfish, but I’m really a homebody. I don’t want to do anything amazing, or receive a lot of attention. Just knowing my hard work makes someone else’s life easier and more comfortable makes me feel really content. Well the idea of it anyway…you know, it’d be nice to be on a nice farm, waking up to roosters, fetching the eggs, making my Master a new breakfast…”

“And you will get that. You are unshaped clay, Kip. You are going to make some man very happy one day.”
Kip smiles. “Really?”
“Yes. Tell me, when you pictured this lifestyle in your head, do you picture yourself nude?”
The pink color returns to his face. “Yes, normally.”
“Why?”
“Be… because,” he stumbles over his words and shifts his weight to the other foot. “Because… a man’s home is his domain. It’s his to access and use as he pleases. I think, a houseboy should be the same. They’re part of the house. If I’m covered up, then that sends a message that the Maser can not fully enjoy what he owns. That feels wrong.”
I nod. “After a long day at work, a man does appreciate coming home to a gorgeous naked boy and a clean spotless house.”
“I want that! I really do… but first I have to get over this fear of being naked. It’s so stupid. I think because I developed later than most boys, I used to change in the bathroom at school.”

The poor thing. There has to be something I can do. Then, I get an idea. “How about baby steps? Hold on a moment.” I leave the room and jog upstairs, returning a moment later with a pair of underwear. “Here. I think this will help.”
Kip accepts them and turns them over in his hands. The slinky blue fabric slips through his fingers like water. “Oh, they’re semi-transparent!”
“Yes. You’ll feel covered and secure, but I’ll still be able to see a bit. When you’re ready, we’ll move on to a more see-through pair.”
“Is this normal? I mean, for a houseboy in training?”
I fold my arms. “You have a long way to go until you’re ready to sign a contract, but there is nothing wrong with taking training slow. Every boy is different.”

Kip nods then ducks behinds the curtains to step into the underwear. I can see the silhouette of his soft member through the muslin. I sigh softly. Something about Kip just makes me want to cuddle him all day, to take picnics into meadows and make daisy crowns or something. Kip’s a delicate lad; I’m excited that he picked me to be the first man to explore his body and teach him pleasure. I imagine being inside of him would be like ascending to heaven. My cock begins to stir by the time Kip steps out from behind the curtain. I eye him from head to toe. The underwear fits him perfectly. They hug his waist and thighs, and make his eyes sparkle. He’s still blushing a little. He’s made the first step to his future.

“Excellent. Now, we can begin.”

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juatoz:

In the weding

“Julio? Where are you?”
“Over here. Is it ok for you to see me before the wedding?”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing. You barely slept last night in exciteme – wooow look at you! You look incredible, Julio. I’m so glad I spent the money to get your suit fitted. Just…wow.”
He blushes and smooths out invisible wrinkles.
“Mmm.” My eyes roved over him from top to bottom. There was not an inch I didn’t want to eat. “Take it out.”
“…Now?”
“Yes, I want to see you fully dressed.”
Julio’s signature blush returned to his cheeks. He pulls out his tucked-in shirt, then unzips his pants and extracts his package. I sigh. He’s really perfect. My dream boy come to life. There are not words to express how badly I want to ravish him and send him to the altar thoroughly fucked and flushed.
“Jesus. You are a gift, Julio. I am so lucky you are marrying me.” I step forward and pull him up against me to kiss his glossy lips. I slide my palms over the slick fabric fitted to his ass and push my crotch up against his. I slide one hand between us and stroke the plastic around his cock. He watches me do so, although he can’t feel it. I like that he watches, as if Julio needs the visual confirmation that I am denying him the pleasure of skin to skin contact. Still, the flesh is pushing up hard against the restraint.
“I can’t wait for our honey moon when you unlock me,” he pants. Julio is easily aroused. “We’re going to spend the entire day in bed.”
I nuzzle him. “You’re going to have to wait. We have to get married first.”

Julio moans. “I knew I was going to be horny when we got married.”
I chuckle. “Well, everything makes you horny…”
“Even more so now that my unlocked date is coming up so soon!”
“You’ve been such a good boy,” I murmur as I nibble on his ear. “You are going to get your perfect wedding night, indeed… but you will be locked up right after.”
He pulls away in surprise. “What? I thought it was coming off for good!”
“Well, that’s what I thought too. Then I realized something, Julio. When you and I met, our relationship was purely based on sex. Sex, sex, sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex – in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the elevator, in the club bathroom, behind the wall at that park. I was falling in love with you, but you saw me as nothing but a cock.”
“I did not!” he huffs.
“We rushed through every date we had to get to sex,” I gently remind him. “When I introduced you to chastity, I was hoping you’d like it as a kink and want to try it out, but it was also to try and take the erections away. I wanted to get to know you, the real you. I wanted to know if there was any emotion at all behind your pretty blue eyes. We started to go on real dates, you and I. Do you remember how fun those were? How romantic? There was no pretense or expectation…” I sigh. “You made me so happy.”
I watch his face furrow and then it dawns on him. “I never made the connection before, but I didn’t start falling in love with you until…. after our third date. I was just annoyed you wouldn’t unlock me because I was so horny, but it made me look forward to seeing you all the time – then I started thinking about you more than your cock… wow, I had no idea I had the chastity device to thank.”

“Thanks for what?”
“Oh man…” Julio looks concerned. “To think. If you hadn’t put it on me, our relationship wouldn’t have ever gotten past the purely-sex phase. I wouldn’t have realized the love of my life was right in front of me but I was too horny to see it. Someone else would have snatched you up, married you…”
I kiss him on the forehead. “But that didn’t happen. I love you so much Julio, and I’m so unbelievably happy you said ‘yes’ when I proposed.”
“Oh god,” he says, “I cried so much when you popped the question. I had been suspecting it but I was sooo surprised. I can’t believe I’m settling down.” He sniffs.

“Oh no,” I chuckle, “Sweetheart, don’t cry you’re going to make me cry.” I push away his tears with my knuckles. “Crying is for the ceremony ok?”
He nods. I give him a tissue. “I’ll hold myself together until then. And Dominick?”
“Yes?”
“I’m…kind of scared now, what would happen if you let me out of chastity too long. Would I fall out of love with you and just become another horny, sex crazed twink all over again? I don’t want to be a robot without any feelings.”
“Oh Julio, I shouldn’t have brought this up. You’re so emotional now.”
He huffs. “Well you did.”
I tuck him back in his pants and fix his shirt. “We’ll see what happens when I unlock you on our honeymoon. I was hoping you’d keep it off for the entire honeymoon, but you can always ask me to put it back on.”
He nods. “Is it safe to continue wearing the plastic one? It’s hard to clean.”
“Well, I was going to surprise you in Tahiti, but I got you a metal one, sweetheart, one that’s much easier to clean.”
“Oh Dominick!” he throws his arms around me. “You take such good care of me. I’m so glad I entrusted my heart to you.”
I squeeze him hard. “I will never lock that up though. I want it to beat loud and clear.”
He takes my hand and places it over his chest. “Can you feel it?”
I pause. “Yes, yes I do. I think it’s pounding out the Morse code for ‘I love you’.”
“Oh it is, Dominick, it is.” We embrace for a quiet moment, then Julio speaks up again, “Hey um…do we have a little time?”
“I think so,” I say as I glance at my watch. “Yes.”
“Would you fuck me please? You can see the outline of my full balls in these pants because they’re so clingy, even through the underwear!”
“Can you?” I tilt my head and cup him with my hand. “Mm you can. That’s fucking hot but your mother would cry. I want to save sex for our wedding night, though. Take off your pants so we don’t get drips on them. I’ll get the travel vibrator I keep in my bag and milk you real fast.”

“Oh I’m so glad you brought it with you Dominick. I don’t want to be leaking at the altar.”
“Well, as hot as that would be, I want you to focus on me up there, not your cock.”
“Agreed.”
I kiss him. “Ok I’ll be right back. Put a paper towel down and get on all fours on the sofa. I’ll be right back.”

It only took a moment to find the device. I found him in the same dressing room, naked from the waist down, shirt tails flipped up and out of the way. His plump ass was on view to me, and my cock began to throb at the view of it. I couldn’t take him though, it wasn’t time. I pulled up a chair next to the sofa and made sure the paper towel was in place.

I cupped his balls in my warm hand, stroking and petting them until he was aroused and swollen.
“Oh Dominick!” he gasped, squirming my hand. “Oh god, it feels so good. I just went from zero to horny in like 3 seconds!”
“That’s normal,” I quip. “Your balls are really full. I had no idea they could get this big. Maybe when we get home from Tahiti, it’ll be time for a ball stretcher.”
He groans, his face resting on the back of the sofa. “Don’t tease me, please, just milk me.”
“I am, I am. Just preparing you.” I lift his cock with my hand and nestle the vibrator tip right up between where his cock meets his balls, then flick it on.
He bellows out a moan and rolls his hips. I lick my lips. This is supposed to be a clinical exercise, but when I give him any sort of attention to his groin he automatically tries to seduce me to get more of it. “Calm down boy, just focus on the vibrations.”
“Feels so good,” Julio nearly sobs.
I move the vibrator in little circles against his testicles, loving the way Julio tries to escape my grip. His cock is jumping and twitching, try its best to get hard – but it’s futile, owned and locked. A couple milky drops indicate the rest is coming, and in a few seconds his seed gushes out in spurts all over the towel.
“Oh!” he cries out. “Ooooh god. It always feels so weird, Dominick! The pressure vanishes, but I’m still super horny. It almost feels like I’m peeing or something.”
I give him a little extra vibration to get the stragglers, then shut it off. He whimpers. “It’s perfect then isn’t it? Now your balls should fit better in your dress pants, your mind should be a bit clearer too.”
“Are – are you sure you won’t fuck me?” Julio asks.
“On the honeymoon,” I reply. I give his package a couple tugs, then go to find a napkin to clean up the mess. Julio watches me with clear eyes as I tidy up his groin and dress him. In minutes, he’s presentable again.

“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Wonderful,” he admits. “Like I’m ready to be married.”
I smile. “Your dad should be coming for you soon. I’ll see you at the altar.”
“Can’t wait.”
We share a kiss and then part.

In the photos of our wedding, Julio looks blissed out and is smiling like an idiot. I cried a lot and my eyes are red in some of the shots, but in a lot of them I’m staring lovingly at him instead of the camera. When I enjoy most about our photos though is what you can’t see – his cage under his clothes, and the key on a silver chain around my neck tucked into my shirt.

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“Hey baby, how’s Nashville?”
“Humid. And I miss you.”
“I miss you too. How’s your mom?”
“She’s…stable right now. But it’s not good, the doctor’s are saying things like ‘you need to prepare yourself that she might not leave the hospital’.”
I click my tongue. “Oh bearbear, I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”
“Me too. When she’s lucid she’s so happy I’m here, so it’s worth it. Miss you so bad though.”
“How so?” I wonder if he can hear me smiling over the phone.
“I miss cuddling with you in bed. I miss chiding you for eating your toast standing up, dropping crumbs on the floor. I miss you falling asleep on me when we watch late night movies. I miss the way you get so hilariously excited when your favorite porn actor announces a new video…”
“Oh come on, you love watching my porn too.”
“Ok ok, a little, but it’s more about the sex than the actual dick owners. But seriously, baby, you know what I miss most?”
“mmm What bearbear?”

“Those morning when you get up before me and go on your jogs. I’m just waking up when you get out of the shower, and if I roll onto your side of the bed I can see your bare ass in the bathroom as you preen in the mirror… I was just layin’ in bed this morning and wishin’ it were true.”
“Aww, really? I find it so sexy that you like to watch me,” I say, my throat a bit tight. “You’re breaking my heart over here. Shit, I wish I could take more time off of work and come visit you in Nashville!”
“Don’t make your boss angry. It’s not your fault you got sick in March and had to use all your days off.”
“I know, I know,” I sigh. “Hey, why don’t I make you some videos so you’re less homesick?”
“Like what?”
“It’s a secret. You’ll find out when you open them.”
“…Any that are not safe for work?”
I snicker. “There miiiight be a couple.”
He groans. “You have no idea how wonderful that would be. Please, just please, make them. …Oh what Tanesha? She is? … Hey love, mom is waking up. I gotta go. Talk to you soon.”
“Ok, I’ll call later. Love you.”
“Love you more. Bye.”
“Bye bearbear.”

The ideas for the videos burbled up instantly, one after the other. There was one I had to make first though. The next morning, I got up early and went on my jog. I took a shower, then made sure I spent plenty of time grooming in front of the mirror naked. I uploaded the video to a privately listed Youtube account and sent it to my lover. When I checked the stats later, I saw it had been viewed 41 times in 24 hours. I made sure to send him more – lots more – of my ass, of my body, of me lifting weights, of me masturbating.

Shortly after I began the project, I suddenly didn’t hear from him for two days until he called. He told me in a tired voice that his mother had passed. They were preparing for the funeral now. He begged me to not stop with the videos, as they were the only thing holding him together and keeping him distracted from deep grief and pain.

I told my boss I had a family emergency, took the Friday off, and flew to Nashville with my GoPro and a black suit packed in my luggage.

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Boris pops the SD card into his laptop, hopeful the footage confirms the noises he heard in the middle of the night. The file transfers and he opens it – and there’s the evidence, obvious as he can be. He sighs a little sigh of relief and punches the air with his fist. His youngest son, Michael, had been so far behind his other siblings when it came to sexual exploration. The others had gone through a natural progression, curious about dating and sex. Michael’s older brother was a horn dog and Boris had to put him in chastity a while so he would focus on his grades, and Michael’s sister had gotten caught more than once not wearing underwear to school.

Michael though… he’d been so shy, so withdrawn, that Boris had begun to worry his youngest son would never bloom. At first he thought it was because he was gay and nervous about it, but it was just Michael’s personality to be passive and introverted. Boris knew Michael needed a more confident, alpha man to guide him along the path to maturity.

Boris was beginning to wonder if Michael was going to transfer to community college to University without losing his virginity, when he got a phone call. A cousin wanted to check out Universities in the area for a Master’s program and would it alright if he stayed with you for a week? Boris was more than ok with it. Michael and David had been close growing up together, and Boris knew David was bisexual. It anyone could get through to Michael, it’d be him. To make sure, Boris sat down with him the first day he was here. It had been an awkward, but necessary conversation:

“So, as I said, you’re family and welcome in my home anytime. Just get settled and I can help you look at schools tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Mr. Cranbell, I really appreciate it. Montgomery Tech has a great Masters program in robotics, I’m really interested in it.”
“Maybe we can see if you can have lunch with the department or something. I know someone on staff there, I play pool with him.”
“That’d be fantastic! Personal connections are always better for building careers.”
“Indeed David,” Boris agreed. He paused for a moment. “David…on a new topic, I have a bit off an unkosher favor to ask you.”
“What is it, Mr. Cranbell?”
“It’s about Michael.”
David furrowed his brow. “What about Michael?”
“He’s… he’s well, behind. He’s not exploring properly for a boy his age, you know…” Boris struggled how to phrase this.
“Oh is it because he’s gay?”
“…You knew?”
“I can tell,” David said with a knowing smile, “I’ve suspected for a while. You think cause I’m sometimes into dudes that you want me to help bring him out of the closet a little?”
Boris sighed in relief. “I’m not asking you to make him out and proud, I just…he shouldn’t not have any experience fooling around at this age. I don’t want him to fall behind his other peers, socially.”
David nodded. “I see what you mean. I’ll see if I can talk to him a bit.”

To Boris’s relief, the simple chat had paid off. Michael trusted David, and loved him like a brother, and Michael was so relieved David offered to answer any questions about boys and body care he might have…and it quickly escalated from there. Michael was indeed too shy to approach a stranger, but with David there, be poured out all his questions. It wasn’t long before they were touching, groping, taking long showers. Then Boris found a condom wrapper in the trash.

Boris kept hidden cameras around the house to prevent burglaries, and the one in the basement kitchen near the laundry had given him proof that David had finally made a man out of Michael. Boris was elated. Once Michael went off to college, no doubt he would branch out and perhaps start bringing guys home for dinner.

What he didn’t expect was that he kept bringing home David. After David entered into the Masters program, he moved into an apartment nearby. Michael stuck to him like glue. Boris had to sit down with David again and ask him what was going on, because people were wondering why a pair of cousins were acting like boyfriends in public.

To his relief, David had a suitable answer ready: “Your Michael just isn’t a shy bottom, he’s a very submissive bottom. He’s nearly helpless without another man to guide him, direct him. He needs to be in a proper adult discipline relationship, but I haven’t found anyone yet suitable that I trust with Michael. Michael still has needs, in the meanwhile, so I’m taking care of him until the right guy comes along.”

Boris was shocked and touched that David was so invested in his youngest son. He would never admit it, but Michael was always his favorite. It was nice not to worry for once in his life. Michael was in good hands. His role as a father was ending, and it was time to let David take control. Boris put a hand on David’s shoulder. “I trust you with him, just all I ask, is please don’t hurt him.” David nodded. “I won’t.”

A couple years later, Michael did bring a man home for dinner. Boris tried not to cry. It’s never easy to see your kids grow up.

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Since I moved in with Adam, I’ve never been late for anything. Won’t my friends be surprised to learn that I’ve stopped using my alarm clock. No blaring noises, no snooze button. Adam’s sex drive wakes him up right after dawn like clockwork, so all I have to do is sleep naked and I’ll be gently roused by cuddles and sweet kisses to my ear and neck. Of course, if I don’t get up, his hands start to slide down under the sheets to find my half hard cock and stroke until I’m moaning too hard to go back to bed. When his fingers rub the tip of my penis, I become wide awake and desperate as hell for my morning fucking. I’ve been addicted to it, like Pavlov’s dog, needing it the way people need their morning coffee.

It’s a wonderful way to awaken – Adam’s pheromones filling my nose and his panting in my ear and his rigid cock rubbing between the clefts of my ass. Once he reaches peak frustration, I make him wait -and wait a little more – before telling him “yes” and he buries his slick cock in me to the hilt and cries out in pleasure as my velvet passage squeezes his swollen member. We toss the sheets off because it’s suddenly way too hot and the rush of sex has gripped us hard.

He puts his weight on my back, puts his hands over mine, and claims my body. It’s a daily devotional for him, almost in a religious way. Well, I think so, considering how many “oh gods” I hear. We probably spend more time doing foreplay than actual sex, because he’s horny goddammit and not built to last. Soon I’m arching up against his thrusts and he’s pounding me and replenishing the bruises on my hips. I’m thirsty and hungry but don’t dare move as he pumps the last drops of cum into my tense ass.

Coming down from actually coming is my favorite part. We’re braided together, slick as fish, and we both need a shower, but it’s in these moments I feel so bonded with him. It sets the precedent for my day, knowing I got a man at home who cares about me and marks me first thing in the morning. Someone cares about me, adores me. He always tells me just in case I’ve forgotten: “I love you to pieces, tiny, tiny little pieces.”

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bzork:

But it’s such a nice day!

You just mean it’s sunny.  Remember when there was that thunderstorm and you stayed in bed with us all day?  That was a nice day.

Exactly!  So I’ll save you for a rainy day!

All of us?  But we are so many!  Anyway, why get hot and tired and sweaty?  Stay in!  We’ll look after you.

But I want to go places.

We can take you places.  Middle Earth, Earthsea, Anarres, Flatland, Wonderland, Utopia.

Real places!

You mean like Alaska or Shanghai or Glastonbury or Constantinople or the Sea of Tranquility?  Because you won’t actually go to those places if you go outside, if you’re being honest with us.

I suppose not.

But we can give it all to you.  Just trust us.  Don’t leave us.

OK.  I guess.  I’ll stay in and read today.

You know it’s what you want.

I suppose.  Maybe I’ll go out tomorrow.  Did you — did you say Constantinople?

We did: come, let us tell you of illustrious Belisarius, the last true Roman.

I realized I’d been illustrating for nearly three hours and decided to take a break before my back cramped. I leaned back in my chair and stretched. I cleaned my paintbrush and tucked away my beloved watercolors. My client would be happy with this piece. I tilted my head and I listened for the sounds of Clark around the house. Silence. I wondered where he was.

I push away from my desk and stood up, seeking Clark. I check the kitchen, pausing for a glass of sweet tea, before inspecting the living room. I check our bedroom and found him there. He was so immersed in his books, he didn’t even hear me enter.
“Clark,” I say softly.
He glances over his shoulder, “Oh hi,” he said, with a smile, “You done with work?”
“Taking a break. You been reading?”
“Yep,” he says, matter of factly.
“Are any of em good?”
“Two in particular, I’ll leave them on your night stand later.”

I nod and lean against the door frame, watching him in passive wonder. There have to be at least a dozen books floating in mid air, all suspended in an open position. After a moment, all the pages turn at the same time. When you date a telekenetic, you have to adjust to fantastical sights and behavior because your boyfriend needs to have a place he feels normal and safe, where he doesn’t look like a freak. Clark’s brain requires insane amounts of stimulation. When bored for long periods of time, he can feel physically ill.

The library system in our town gave Clark a limitless library card so he can check out massive amount of books at the same time. He goes through about a hundred books a week. Two is a particularly low return rate for this bunch. He gives his favorites to me, so I can make a list of the authors and to read them for myself. 

“Is it still raining Clark?”
He pauses reading to lift the blinds and peer out. “A little. Wanna go for a rain walk when it’s over?” Clark loves the scent and sight of our rural neighborhood after it rains.

“I’d love to, babe,” I say, and set my glass on a coaster on the nightstand. Clark nods and turns his attention back to his task.
I walk over to him and sit down behind him with my legs crossed, and wrap my arms around his warm torso. He sighs in contentment as I rest my head against the back of his neck. For a moment, I’m content to listen to his heart beat and feel the heat radiating under his skin. Then, my hands start to wander over his abs and his thighs.
Clark mutters a half-hearted protest, “Benjamin,” as if scolding a misbehaving child. I ignore it and continue on, pushing up his shirt with one hand. My fingers find a nipple and thumb it; Clark gasps and one of the books falls to the floor with a bang.
I snicker and rub the crease between his thigh and his crotch with my fingertips, enjoying feeling him shudder and squirm under me..
“Ben,” he protests again, a bit more breathy this time. Another book slowly descends and rests on the floor.
“mm what?”
“You’re very distracting.”
“I love the way you smell,” I say instead. “You smell like warm mint tea. And a hint of sandalwood, and your own scent. It makes me horny.” I oh-so-gently cup his unrestrained bulge in his shorts.
Thud.
“Ben!” he gasps.
I chuckle and begin to kiss his neck and nibble on his ear. “How about you save your books for bedtime and we kill some time before the rain ends hm?”
“Goddamn,” Clark whispers, closing his eyes as he enjoys me fondling him between the legs. After a moment, he says, “Ben?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know if i ever told you this, but you know when you touch me – like how you are now – I can’t multitask anymore. It’s like you shut that part of me off. It’s so strange and liberating. Hey, maybe that’s your super power.”
I scoff. It’s be a long-running inside joke that I had an undiscovered superpower too, we just hadn’t found it yet. “I don’t think so, Clark. I think it’s just being a good boyfriend.”
“Mmnnf it feels good,” he admits.
I watch as the other books begin to sink toward the floor. I press my fingers on either side of his cock still tucked in his shorts and stroke until a wet strain starts to flourish. Clark leans back in my arms and I slide my hand into the leghole of his shorts and cup his balls.

Two of the books crash to ground, one bouncing off the bed. Clark’s eyes fly open at the noise. He curses. “Shit, Ben. Hold on.” He closes the literature and organizes the books in a neat pile on the floor. When the last book is in place, I feel the tension in his body melt away and that barely audible hum stops as well. I liken it to the sound of leaving the cable box on when the TV is off, only the off button for Clark is between his legs.

Clark lifts his legs and shimmies out of his shorts; his half hard cock bounces upward and I catch it in my hand. He groans and reclines against me, allowing me free reign to explore. I unfurl my legs and scoot up so he’s pressed flushed against my front so it’s less strain on my back and arms. His skin is so hot, especially his testicles, and despite that it almost feels uncomfortable to be in contact with such high temperatures, I can’t resist the heft of them. I roll them between my fingers between gentle tugs while holding the base of his cock in my other hand. I press kisses up the side of his jaw.

Soon, Clark is begging me to stroke him. A bead of sweat forms on his temple, and there’s a soon a sheen to his hairline. I begin to work his cock slowly, waiting for it to full harden and push out the ridges of veins hiding under silky skin. He whines in impatience until I start to piston my hand. He arches up into my fist, begging for me not to stop. I swipe my thumb over the slit to wipe away the seed leaking and he moans loudly.

My own erection is pushing into his back but I don’t stop. I continue to seduce him and draw out his pleasure until he’s panting ragged breaths and his cock begins to twitch.
“This – this was a good idea,” he hisses.
“You’re going to cum soon,” I reply.
“Yeah I am.” He chuffs through his nose. “Don’t stop, Ben, please. I wanna cum.”
I don’t answer and instead nibble on his earlobe. I rub his glans between my fingers while stroking his shaft with my cramped fist fixed around it, faster and faster until Clark’s body vibrates and he erupts. I watch in fascination of the cords of muscle twitch and tense; his balls rise high and taut in their sac and his cock jumps in my hand. Milky fluid shoots out of him and splatters onto the wooden floor.
“Ben!” he exclaims through gritted teeth as the orgasm courses through him. “Don’t stop!”
And I don’t, even as he begins to descend. I push up from the base of his cock to wring the last drops out of the tip. He gasps and mewls as it becomes more sensitive, but I don’t stop touching him until Clark puts his hands on top of mine and begs me to abate. I let my hands retreat to his thighs and he rests against me, trying to catch his breath.
“Good?” I ask.
“Feel wonderful,” he replies. “You’re still hard.”
“Mmhmm.”
Clark reaches behind himself until he finds my cock still in my pants. He gives it a few squeezes; I hear that hum again. The pressure feels fantastic, and I gasp as cum floods my underwear.
“Oh wow, Clark! Oh!” I feel a bead of sweat drip down my back. We both sit there a moment, recovering. The hum stops again.

“I think the rain’s stopped,” Clark says after a moment. I watch the blinds raise themselves and the scene outside confirms he’s right.
“Why don’t we go clean up and go for that walk you wanted?”
“Sounds wonderful,” he replies, nuzzling me. “I love you Ben.”

I freeze, not exactly sure I heard him right. “You…you do?” It’s the first time he’s ever said it to me. It’s hard for Clark to trust people and I’ve had to learn to be patient being in a relationship with him.
“Yes, I do. You make me feel human.”
“You are human,” I remind him. “My human. I love you too Ben.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
I wrap my arms around him and give him a hug.

After a moment he says: “….Will you be weirded out if I telekinetically move the cum off the floor into the trash?”
“Yes!” I laugh, “Don’t be gross. Go get the shower ready, I’ll be in there a minute after I clean up.”
Clark laughs too, relieved that I understand his sense of humor. He twists around and kisses me, and I can see the love in his eyes.

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