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Steven was woken up at 2 in the morning with a gentle nudge and the sensation of someone climbing into his bed. “Roll over, I need your ass.”
Steven did as he was told. At first he wasn’t sure if this was Jason or Jack, they sounded as much as they looked alike, but as he felt the breech inside of him Steven could tell it was Jason just by the length.
“Damn girl wouldn’t put out tonight,” Jason grumbled. He grabbed a hold of Steven’s thighs and pounded him, grunting as he poured out his frustration into the tight heat of Steven’s ass. Steven was still half asleep but was kept awake by the heady sensation of arousal building with every thrust of Jason’s cock. He moaned softly. He loved feeling a man inside of him. If this was a dream, he waned it to stay this way.

Jason jackhammered his ass with hard smacks until he finished with a loud grunt and a hard upward thrust. “Fuck, fuck!” he hissed through clench teeth as he unloaded his blue balls up Steven. “Oh sweet lord in heaven, fuck. Yeah that’s it.” He pulled out until the head caught and then pushed in to the hilt. More cum shot out. Steven shuddered and broke out in goosebumps.
“Yeah that’s it. Fuck.” Jason exhaled. He sat back and pulled his cock out. Steven whined at the loss of it. Jason’s seed dripped down his ass. Jason gave one cheek a smack. “Thanks boy. You’re the best thing about this frat, seriously.”
“Uh – thank you,” Steven managed.
“Damn straight. Man, I feel better. Damn girl blue balled me. I don’t need her, fuck that.” Jason got off the bed and pulled on his pajama pants. “Thanks, see ya in the morning.” He left and closed the door behind him.
Steven laid down on the bed and groaned; it had been too short. He reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer and masturbated furiously until he came all over his his hand.
Steven woke up in the morning bleary and sticky. He didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, and he was grossed out when he realized it. What if one of the other guys in the frat came in to see him this morning and found him like this? Steven chided himself and hurried to strip the bed and get into the shower. Oh man, what if Jack made a rare visit this morning? There’s no way he’d fuck Steven if his brother’s load was still in him. Steven would have kicked himself if that was the case. What a pity it would be to lose a chance at Jack’s cock. Thing was tapered and felt like taking a traffic cone.
Steven put the sheets in the basket. Hm, Jack woke up at 8 right? If he hurried, he could be there to see if that magnificent cock needed some attention. Steven turned on the shower and wondered what the twins’ dad was like. He must be hung like a bull to produce studs like Jack and Jason! Steven was so lucky they were both in his frat. “I need to thank that man one day,” he said to himself as he got into the shower.

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The house is quiet, and you’re worried you’re not going to be able to stay awake much longer. It’s way past your bed time in your time zone. You snap to full attention at a small sound. You hadn’t heard a door open or close, but the hinges in the house didn’t squeak. That said, Earl had a good record of escaping undetected. You strain to hear. The sound of socked feet growing closer is unmistakable. Your door opens.  Your heart rate quickens. You glance over and Earl’s body fills the door frame.

“Hi,” you whisper. “Wonderin’ where you were.”
“Sshh,” Earl replies. He drops his boxers on the floor. You throw back the sheets. He chuffs air through his nose, and you imply that he’s a bit surprised to see you’re already naked. You figured it wasn’t worth putting on pajamas this time when you had to waste time takin’ em off anyway.

You fetch the lube under your pillow and pass it into his hands. The sounds of him preparing himself excites you a lot. He tells you to turn over on your stomach, and tuck your legs under, with his voice barely above a whisper. Earl doesn’t give you any prep and you hiss as he fills you with one motion. You pull away at the sting of being stretched, but Earl has his hand where your pelvis meets your thigh to keep you against him and you don’t get far. Earl understands though, and gives you a moment to adjust.

The second your muscles relax he begins to move with purpose. You bite your lip to keep from crying out in pleasure – the discomfort mixed with the force he’s handling you with has made you almost uncomfortably erect. You sense Earl’s frustration by his suppressed grunts and staccato thrusts. He is trying to pour a year’s worth of lost time into your ass.

Earl’s hips collide against your backside with bruising force as he puts his load up you. A strained noise escapes his throat. You can hear him panting through nostrils that must be flared. Heat and wetness flood you like a fire hose. You can’t help but moan. Earl clasps at hand over your mouth, and gives you a few more thrusts while he deposits the rest of his seed. You moan in full against his palm, knowing it’ll be silenced.

The hand melts away. His cock slips out, leaving a ghost behind. Earl reaches for a tissue off the night stand; he wipes himself and tosses it on the bed next to you. Without a word, he gets up, puts on his boxers, and exits like a ninja into the dark.

You can hear his more audible steps now going down to the kitchen. That’s always been his cover story – that’s he’s up getting a drink of water. It’s worked so far. Your sister bought it the last time, when she woke up to find him gone.

You prop yourself up on one hand and finish yourself off because it feels like you’re going to combust. The sex is still just as good as when you were seniors in high school. You can’t wait for tomorrow night. Really puts the “cum” in “coming home for Christmas”.

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You can only tell your boy so many times that the reason he’s frustrated during sex is because he keeps jerking off like a madman and cumming before you get halfway finished, and that’s why your cock stops feeling like magic inside of him. You were starting to feel like a broken record scolding him for masturbating, cause he never stops once he starts, and frankly you weren’t particularly keen on bringing shouting matches into your lovemaking.

So you told your boy to “just humor you this once” by not jerking at all, and instead, to just hold his cock and balls out of the way so he can focus on the slow build of toward ecstasy as you work his hole and prostate. He has to give you time to create that magic, dammit. It takes time to make that smile appear on this face.

He has absolutely no idea you’re planning to lock his cock up after this nonsense, but you can’t jump to that point without ending up in a shouting match either. It takes time. Eventually he’ll arrive at the same conclusion as you, that sex will just be better if he keeps his hands off his cock. And once you agree on that logical train of thought, that’s when you’ll bring in the sleeve and the lock. He won’t have much ground to stand on in terms of protesting, and if he pushes back…well, you’ll ask him to “just humor you this once”. Of course, it won’t entirely be a suggestion. Daddy always knows what‘s best for his boy.

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Rogan Richards and Landon Conrad | MENatPLAY’s Rufdup

“You are always in a hurry to get out of here,” Axel remarked.
“I have a date.”
“With a woman?”
“None of your business.”
Axel snickered. “So, a woman. Is that part of your roleplay? You put on the suit, tighten the tie, cut your hair- look at this hairline. Crisp as a Marine. Is that what you sell to a girl? A straight-edged businessman? That’s not who you are.” Axel lowered his voice. “Women are not what you like.”
Tom swatted Axel’s hand away. “Don’t tell me who I am or what I like. You need to grow up Axel. Playing a bad boy is cute when you’re 20, but do you think it’s still cute at 30? You need to quit roleplaying Fonzi and start acting like an adult.”
“You sound defensive,” Axel replied. “And what is this implication that growing up means dating women and denying what you like?”
“See, if you joined the real world, you’d understand. The world works in a certain way, and it benefits you to play by those rules.”
Axel sighed. “Yeah but they’ll turn on once they realize you’re not one of them. It’s a waste of time. I’m not going to be inauthentic to please someone else. And what does it matter what we do in private anyway? And why deny yourself that fun while you’re young? You don’t magically stop liking fun once you turn 20. You used to get so turned by the smell of my leather jacket, Tom. You loved when I wore it and pressed it against you.” He cupped Tom’s ass, which startled him.
“Axel!”
“Let me fuck you like we used to. Get you niiiiiice and relaxed for your date tonight. Don’t want to spend the whole night thinking of the busboy do you?”
“Axel – just, leave me alone, please,” Tom begged.
Axel digested this. A moment later, Tom heard the zipper of the jacket being undone.
Goosebumps broke out on Tom’s arms. He swallowed.
“Tom.”
Tom didn’t answer.
Axel reached around Tom’s waist and undid his belt.
“Are you hard?”
Tom was sweating hard under his arms. “Axel,” he croaked.
Axel slid his fingers along the Tom’s bulge as he undid the zipper. “You are a bit hard.”
Tom’s heart was racing. “Axel please-”
Axel gripped the waistband of Tom’s pants. “You can say stop right now, and I’ll stop. But you better mean it. I mean, really mean it. Or I’ll keep going.”
Tom was silent. “Axel…”‘
“Do you want me to stop?”
Tom’s breathing was heavy, but he said nothing.
Axel made a noise of approval from this throat. He pushed down Tom’s pants and bent over him the bench of the gym, pressing his leather jacket to Tom’s back and purred in his ears. “I’m going to reward you for making the right decision. Wonder if you’re still tight, since haven’t done this in a while.” He opened the lid of the lube. “I have a feeling you are.”

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Patrick walks up the sand dune, drawn in by some odd sounds from behind the bushes. He’s startled to see two dudes on a towel in the sand, one top of the other. The guy on top is thrusting in slow hard thrusts into his partner’s raised ass; both have their eyes closed and are moaning softly. Patrick finds the rhythmic movements mesmerizing, and he can barely tear his eyes away from watching these men in heat. They have no clue he’s there, and they don’t give a fuck about it either. Patrick finds this hot. He backs up to the other side of the path, sits down in the sand, and takes out his cock. Might as well enjoy the show. Couldn’t walk back down this beach with a boner anyway.

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Fck yea right in there

Just the morning break I needed boy. Thanks for coming upstairs. You can go back to the mail room now. 

“Always- happy- to- deliver- my package- to you. Wait, no. I mean – nnghgghh oh my god, feels so good. A package. To you. Not my. Or something. Oh, fuck it’s so deep, it feels like your dick is ten inches long! Keep it up I’m gonna cum!”

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“Good morning people of Italy! Hello, yes. I got laid last night! Yes, I did. You ma’am, you should get laid tonight. I highly recommend it. You too Sir!”

Giacomo walks into the bedroom. “Dio mio, George, what are you doing?”
“Talking to the locals.”
“These are my neighbors, you silly lad.”
George grins. “They need to know you’re a stud.”
Giacomo blushes. “They don’t need to know that. Especially Mrs. Russo.”
“But you are so good in bed and we don’t have a town crier, so what am I supposed to do?”
Giacomo pulls George close and reaches back to cup his buttcheeks in each hand. “I’ll have to fuck you until you scream raw or I can gag you.”
George gasps. “Is both an option?”
“It is. Tell me, how long is your tourist visa again?”
“30 days, but my flight leaves in four days.”
Giacomo thinks. “Extend it. I’ll take you to the country. We can fuck in a very lovely field and my mum will make you fat.”
George smiles. “Will there be locals I can brag to?”
“Well some, but every time you open your mouth, my mum will put food in it, so I think we’re safe.”
“I think I like this idea. Consume calories, burn calories.” George chews on his lip. “You’re ok being attached to a bumbling, horny, American tourist for the next week?”
“If by attached, you mean because my cock is in you? Yes. And I like having you around. You’re entertaining. You comment on everything with wonder…even sometimes when you’re not supposed to. Where are you from again?”
George makes a face. “Flower Mound, Texas.”
“What is a mound?” Giacamo tilts his head.
“A very small hill.”
“What a strange name for a town. Do flowers not grow anywhere else?”
”Oh they do.”
“How strange. Is it an ok place to live?”
George thinks. “It’s safe, middle class, and boring. And there aren’t hot Italian men there who seduce me at discos and lure me into their rooms with bread and wine.”
“Sounds like a sad place for a mound,” Giacomo says. He kisses George on the lips. “I need to inform you that you need a bath, young man. Come, I have the best soap to lather you up in.”
“mmnnmmnn. Can we eat bread and drink wine after?”
“Yes we can. With cheese, of course.”
“God I love Italy.”
“I do my best to represent my nation.”
George pecks Giacomo on the lips again. “I feel very welcomed.”

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FARM After Work Time 🚜🚜🛠🐃🐃🧢🌽💦💦

Coby paused a moment before interrupting John’s rest, although he knew John had already heard his footsteps coming up. No matter how many times he saw John shirtless, it was still amazing. There were some lambs born that did not have as much hair as John had on a normal basis. He cleared his throat. 
“Brought you a cold beer, John.”
John lifted his ball cap. “We have beer? I thought we were out.” He took the can.
“No, the fridge was full last time, so I put the overflow in the fridge in the garage.”
“Huh.” John cracked the can, holding it over the dirt so it didn’t drip on him. “What a miracle.” He took a swig and exhaled. “Man that hits a spot after working cows all day. Thanks.”
Colby smiled demurely and clasped his hands behind his back. 
John sat back in the chair with half the can left in his hand. He glanced at Colby and licked his lower lip to get the suds off. “Alright, you can get on.”

Colby made a little noise of victory under his breath. John pushed his fly open and brought his cock out. It was already half hard and it didn’t take much stroking to get it up to full mast. The head pushed out of the crown of skin. “Man, this thing is sweaty. You sure you want it?”
“Don’t bother me, it’ll just make it easier to ride. I’m already lubed, though.” Colby threw a leg over John’s lap.
John took a swig and set the can on the ground. “Man, slow down there Cowboy.”
“I’ve been waiting all day for you to come in from the fields. I’m done being patient.”
“Well be patient on my dick, or you’re going to bend something.”
Colby met his gaze while his other hand guided John’s cock to his whole. “I always go nice and slow with you don’t I? You’re too big for me to take right away…need to get used to you anyway.”
“Fucking hell.” John groaned as tight heat enveloped his cock. “You are never leaving his farm ya hear me? You’re just everything I ever need.”
Colby didn’t answer right away. His eyes were half closed and he was working on getting the rest of John into him by making slow motions up and down. “Well if you really mean that, do me a favor – get a better chair. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother in the ER that I need a tetanus shot after having sex.” 

John barked out a laugh. “Christ Colby, don’t bring up my mom during sex! I’ll get you a better chair, I promise. Now keep your mouth shut and focus on what you’re doing. No bending stuff.”
Colby smirked and sat down on John’s lap. “Copy, cowboy.” 
John groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Sweet lord in heaven!”

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Pierce and Gunther share a moment on the bridge over the creek, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Pierce snuggles up against Gunther, feeling content in his arms. 
“Thanks for suggesting this nature preserve, I’m really enjoying our date, even though it’s cold,” Pierce says.
“Something nice about fresh air and sunshine, even in winter right?”
“I think it’s even nicer, because it’s so rare. It gets dark so early!”
“It does. We haven’t left the house much,” Gunther agrees. “Or had a lot of exercise. It feels like to walk around.”
“Mmhmm. Nice to have a change of scenery.”
“Yeah, I agree.” Gunther watches a small bird jump onto the railing of the bridge, look around, and fly off. They stand for a moment in silence. “So like, I’m fucking you when we get home right?
“Uh, I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”
“No disappointment. I was thinking of doing what we did last week, where you kneel on that padded bench near the front door, and I fuck you on your spread knees in front of the window so the whole neighborhood can see how beautiful you are taking my cock?”
“Fuck,” Pierce groans. “It was so embarrassing but so hot knowing anyone could see us at any time. My cock was straining, and I came all over the glass!”
“You were so sexy, so pent up.” Gunther halts for the beat of a step before regaining his steady pace. “Fuck, I’m sorry Pierce, I haven’t been giving you enough physical attention at home have I? Maybe I’m too distracted with working from home. We should go on more dates, despite the fact it’s winter.”
“I’d like that. I think the Vitamin D will help with our energy levels a lot.”
“I am trying sooo hard to not make a “D is for dick’ joke right now.”
Pierce chuckles. “I thought the same thing.”
Gunther drops his embrace and the two continue walking down the nature path hand in hand.
“Do you wanna try using the warming lube this time?” Pierce asks.
“I think my ass is a block of ice.”

“Yeah I’m freezing. I like the idea of heating you from the inside out though. Going from shivering to sweating.”
Pierce looks at him. “You think you can make me sweat?”
“I know you can make me sweat.”
Pierce smirks. “Good. I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Next time we go on one of these walks, you want to try it with a plug in?”
Pierce’s eyebrows go into hairline. “You know how horny those things make me! I’d be hard in minutes!”
“You’ll just have to wear your tight jeans. And my long coat. Well if that’s the case, you won’t need underwear at all.” Gunther gives his boyfriend a wicked grin.
“Oh lord, you’re getting ideas now.”
“Oh many many ideas…I quite like the idea of finding a quiet place in the woods and gently teasing you through your tight jeans until you cum in them, and then you having to feel it cool as you walk home. Yeah, that’s making my pants feel quite tight.”
Pierce stares at him with wide eyes. “Fuck, I’m glad we’re not women, I’d be pregnant by spring.”
“Trust me Pierce, if you were a woman, I would have definitely gotten you pregnant already. Would have timed your cycle and bred you on the bed during your most fertile period.”
Pierce blushes hard. “My goodness,” he stammers.
“You know-”
“Oh god,” Pierce groans.
Gunther chuckles. Pierce is red up to his ears, and he has a feeling it’s not just cause of the cold. “We could still do that anyway. I read somewhere that guys have a fertility cycle. I know m-preg weirds you out.”
“Yeeeaah…that one fic I read in high school. Ugh.” Pierce shudders.
“Yeah, not that. But there’s no reason we couldn’t roleplay that you have like, a heat, for some reason. Like you’re half demon or something.”
“Demon? You think I’m demonic?” Pierce replies.
“You can be demonic sometimes. Like what you do with your fingers when I’m still waking up in the morning,” Gunther replies.
Pierce looks smug. “Guilty of that.”

Gunther glances at his partner. “So you’re down try some new stuff? Get out of the house more, and see what kind of fun we can have on our ~dates~.”
“Yeah. I’m down, but tou’re still fucking me over the bench when we get home right?”
“Oh yeah, definitely. I don’t have any lube now.”
Pierce snorts. “And if you did?”
Gunther looks behind him and gestures. “Didn’t see anyone around that bridge did I? Could of had you over the railing.”
“It’s in plain view! We can still see it from here!”
Gunther wiggles his eyebrows. “Guess we’d just have to go into the bushes.”
“Oh lord. You can go into the bushes!” Pierce gives him a playful shove, and they antagonize each-other all the way back to the car.

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