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by ccallenreese

“Hey babe,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
“Woah holy shit!” I jerked, dropping my cereal spoon onto the floor. “W-h-who the fuck are you? How did you get into my apartment?!”
“What bro…?” he blinks at me, “You don’t remember? We met at a bar last night, we came back here. You were fucking awesome in the sack, bro. You made me cum buckets.”
“…What.”
“…You really don’t remember?” he tilts his head at me.
In truth, I remembered flashes of things but I thought it was just a weird hangover dream. I also recalled the giant lump in the blankets on the other side of the bed and dismissing it, thinking it was a pile of laundry under there. Apparently it wasn’t.

“Um. Wow. Well I’m…straight, actually.”
He closes one eye in the morning light and tries to comb his unruly hair with his fingers. “Straight boys don’t fuck men in the ass like that, bro. I’m gonna go take a shower. Where are the extra towels?”
My gaze wanders down to his abs and his illiac crest. He looks good in those shorts too. “Um what now? Oh, towels? In the linen closet in the hallway.”
“Thanks, bro,” he smiles and waves, then wander off.
I have to sit down. Did I really fuck a man in the ass last night? He said I made him ‘cum buckets’. That’s good right? Shit. I sit there, poking my cereal, eating it but not tasting it, as I roll the new facts over in my mind. When the stranger comes out of the shower, he’s awake and alert, his wet hair combed back. I stare. He looks familiar, then it dawns on me that he looks like half the guys in the porn I watch. The …oh god, the straight porn, with the hot guys in it. Shit.

“…Are you ok bro?” he asks me, his brow furrowing.
“I’m not sure,” I admit, “I just can’t get over the fact that I fucked you.”
He grins. “You’re a stud, be proud of it! Your balls are really big too, I love sucking on big nuts.” He peers into my cabinets. “Why don’t we go out for brunch?”
I just blankly nod and go along with it, still kind of stunned by his casual vulgarity.

I don’t know what that cafe put in their coffee, but by the end of the meal I was his boyfriend. It was only after I came to that monumental decision did I realize that I had no idea what his name is. I had to ask when I put him in my phone. His name is Brandon. Brandon…my boyfriend. Am I dreaming? 2014 is going to be an interesting year, for sure.

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Post is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“No no don’t pull out! I’m so full of you and your cum… awww nooo.”
“Too sensitive to keep it in there boy, you milked me too good. Plus I wanted to see my load dripping out of your ass. Hm, your hole is still twitching for me too. I bet you spend a lot of time in this park spreading your legs to anyone with meat between their legs.”
“Please put it back in, please fuck me again,” he whimpers, “I felt so full…your cock is so long, please~”
I look around, “Hey! You over there! Come fuck this slut, he needs another cock in his ass and I’m all outta cum." 

I was happy to sit by and fondle myself as I watched the boy get a fresh, hard fucking from a horny man until my refractory period was over and I could get back in his wet, tight ass. He wrung me totally dry. God, I love this park.

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by ccallenreese

I heard the creak of the door and looked up; my face then froze in horror and shock. There was Tyco’s father, filling the doorway with his enormous bulk, arms crossed over his barrel chest. He looked like he could shoot lasers out of his eyes. My instinct was to grab his clothes and run but I was petrified. That man could destroy me.
“W…what, why’d you stop? Don’t stop!” Tyco sweetly pleaded under me.
“T..tyco your dad is um…”

“HEY!” his father barked out, making them both jump. “Are you fucking my son in here?”
“… N-n-n-o sir, just..just leaving, actually,” I stammered.
“NO! If you’re going to fuck my son, you are going to finish. I don’t approve of you having sex in my favorite chair, but if you are going to penetrate my boy you are going to finish and make sure he enjoys it, or I will rip off your dick. Do you understand me?”

My eyes went huge. I wasn’t even sure if I could get a hard on anymore but I didn’t dare say so. “Y-y-y-y-yes sir.”
“Are you wearing protection?”
“Yes sir.” I squeak.
“Good lad then! Nothing but the best for my boy. Finish up, then we’ll meet in the kitchen for a drink.”

After his bear of a father had left, I looked down at Tyco, baffled. “What the hell just happened?"Tyco looked a big sheepish, "Daddy is very protective of my sex drive. His side of the family is full of teen pregnancies, STDs, testicular cancer, and impotence so he monitors my cock and sex drive. He checks me for ball and prostate cancer once a month, and I have to wear a chastity device on vacation and also I had to wear it through-out most of middle school. ”

“…Dude that’s… I mean… kind of …”
“I don’t really mind,” Tyco admits, “Cause Daddy wants the best for me. He found a cyst on my balls when it was still pretty small and we were able to get it removed before it was a problem. His checks do pay off. But… now that I’m allowed to pick my own partners, I’ve been crazy about getting laid, and I’ve been wanting for you weeks. Daddy’s cock is too big so he won’t fuck me, which drives me nuts since he’s denied me so many orgasms in my life. I’m making up for lost time now.”

I was aware at that point I might have been sticking my dick in crazy, but hell I was wearing protection and his ass was pretty incredible and tight anyway. So you know what? I finished. I fucked Tyco so hard we almost knocked the chair over. I made sure the whole house heard his orgasm. Wanted to make his father proud.

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by ccallenreese

Olev came home after work to find the door unlocked. Oh, so his roommate was home. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of two men fornicating on his couch. “Oh!” he exclaimed, “Shit, I’m sorry – I …I’ll go my room now.”

He began to take off his shoes when he realized not either of one them had looked up. They were too lost in whatever Raymond’s boyfriend was doing on his lap. He was clenching and rocking his ass on Raymond’s cock and was making feral, gutter noises between keens of pleasure. Seems Raymond found himself a tried and true pussyboi who was busy blowing his mind while riding him. Olev kept his eyes glued to them as he tip toed to the bedroom. He knew knew things were going well with Raymond’s new boy but didn’t know it was this well!

He let them have their privacy although without headphones, he could hear them going for hours until the passed out on the sofa together around midnight. Olev snuck into the kitchen to make a sandwich and lock up the place. They were a cute couple, sticky and sweaty and totally unconscious, with smiles on their faces. He covered them in the blanket and turned off the lights.

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by ccallenreese

He’s the reason my econ homework isn’t getting done right now. I can’t stop thinking about him and the way he took me last night, how he handled me, how he made my ass feel so special that I rode a man for the first time ever. He made me feel special. All those kind words he used on me…baby, sweetheart, said my ass was magical, that I was an angel, my skin was dove soft, how I made the most erotic moans, how the hourglass shape of my back was beautiful, and he loved the way my skin rippled over my muscles  Said I had the best hips for grabbing too.

He rubbed his cock against my entrance to make me horny and eager, and I felt no shame when I finally took it inside of me. I owed it to him to make him ragged and breathless and dizzy with my body, and I did. Our climax was the most violent, passionate thing my body has ever survived, complete with vertigo as my balls turned inside out and I gushed cum like a broken sprinkler.

That was how I always imagined sex, real sex, not fumbling with clothes and condom wrappers and “hey what’s your name again?” as I’m bent awkwardly over the sofa and penetrated without being prepared right. 

I sighed in surrender and threw my highlighter over my textbook. Daydreaming of making love with him is making my pulse quicken and my jeans tight. Fuck it. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text: “I have leftover BBQ ribs and beer. Bring condoms. Now.”

I got a reply back almost immediately: “Thank god, I can’t stop thinking about you. Leaving now.”

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Post is fictional. Inspired by a comment by sweeeetb1. Models unknown are Ben Driver and Anthony Romero from Guys in Sweatpants.

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by ccallenreese

“Is it hard enough yet, is it hard? Is it? Is it? I wanna ride it, daddy, I wanna ride it so bad!”
“Almost time baby, oh yeah baby, you rubbing your slutty little ass on it made it nice and rock hard. You’re so good at being patient for me, even though it takes me a while to get up. Alright, I’m gonna put it against your entrance now, you slide down on it for me?”
“Ohh fuck yeah! Lemme ride it, I want it in me. I’m your cockslut, daddy. Ohhhhhh yessss it feels soooo good and full!" 

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by ccallenreese

Ollie came home in a sour mood, pissed off after a turn of events at work. His slave X was washing windows when his Master stormed into the door. X quickly set down what he was doing and rushed to kneel in greeting, but Ollie had no patience for such niceties. 

“Face down on the sofa, boy, now.” That tone implied he wanted that done five minutes ago, his deep voice spiky with impatience and rage. 

X was going to say something about how he should probably wash his hands, but sensed it wasn’t so wise. He blurted out a “yes sir” and ran to the sofa to assume the position. By the time he was in place, Ollie was nearly finished shedding his clothing. He climbed up on the sofa and growled, “Your ass better be lubricated, boy." 

"Yes sir but – please Sir, I’m still sore from last night, please be-”
Ollie shoved his boy’s head into the pillows, “I didn’t say you could speak, boy!” Ollie’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to position it; he pushed into his slave with one hard thrust. Under him, X cried out into the pillow. Ollie did not relent – when he got ticked he got aroused, and he poured every single drop of his temper tantrum into his boy’s ass squeezing like a vice against him.

X’s yelps diminished to whimpers, then low moans as his Master exercised his sore and used hole. Once his body warmed to the intrusion, the pain melted away and intense pleasure filled its void. X just had to remind himself his purpose was to serve his Master, and he was serving now exactly as intended; hell, he should be grateful his Master didn’t take his bad day out on him with the whip. The more X focused on submission, the better it felt to be fucked.

X’s body was the balm to Ollie’s temper. Ollie bellowed like a bull and gushed cum into his slave’s ass, thrusting non-stop even through the climax. When every drop was spent, his frustrations went with it. He exhaled loudly, panting, then went still. He released X’s head so he could breath. X took this moment to utter a “thank you, Sir”. 

Ollie gave that ass a couple sharp smacks then slid off the sofa. He felt…well, wonderful. “Man, William can go step on a lego. Fuck him, just…fuck him” he said to no one in particular. He gave X’s ass another smack then walked over thrust his dick in X’s face. “Clean." 
The slave made eager work of cleaning his Master’s seed off his cock. Well clearly his Master had overlooked his discrepancy of mouthing off earlier if he was allowing him to clean! His Master’s cock tasted of lubricant he’d applied an hour ago and his warm seed; X could have sucked on it forever. When Ollie was satisfied, he grunted and pulled it away. He then dressed in silence.

X was watching him from the sofa. When his Master got to his shoes, he gave his slave another order, "Plug your sloppy ass then get back to those windows or I’m gonna piss all over them and make you lick them clean.” He then grabbed his keys and left the house.

X blinked. Well, whatever just happened, his Master was clearly in a much better mood now. X was pleased. He had been a bit anxious, but by quickly putting aside his own pointless problems, he allowed his beloved Master some peace of mind. Good. X hoped whatever was going on his Master’s life was resolved soon. He quickly went for a plug then got back to the windows, humming as he worked, ignoring his cock pushing against his chastity cage like always.