“Is he asleep?” Royce nods. “He’ll be out for the night. I’m not far along behind him.” Royce rubs his face with his hand. Devon smiles. “He will have sweet dreams. Did you lock him back up?” “Nah. He’ll be soft for the next day or so anyway. Time out to regain his shape will be good for his cock.” Devon nods then sips his tea. “You did the same for me back then too. I remember my first hands free orgasm. I slept like a rock, but since all my muscles tensed up I was sore the next day.” “I remember that too.” Royce smirks at him. “You were making so much noise, I thought you were in pain.” “Well the cramping in my thighs did hurt, but the orgasm was better than it was painful. It was just a lot of sensation at once. Like all my nerves were firing at the same time.” Royce adjusts the bathrobe over his nude body. “I’ll have to ask Toby if he felt that way tomorrow. The cramping, I mean.” “Does it feel any different for you?” Devon asks. “Does what feel different?” “When you’re fucking a guy, and you give him an hands-free orgasm compared to one done with like touching or stimulation.” “Well, every guy feels different, just in general. The way their body grips me, the way they respond to me, every boy is different.” Royce walks up to Devon and takes the cup from his hands. “But it is a little different when they have a powerful orgasm like that. It’s like having a live wire in my hands. You have to be able to push in deep against their prostate and keep it there, and sometimes it’s hard to hold position. Especially when I’m distracted by their pretty noises and the reflection of their cock spurting in the mirror.” He makes sure to lock eyes with Devon as takes a sip of tea from the mug before handing it back.
Devon smiles shyly. “You notice all that? I remember your eyes being closed.” “Cause you weren’t watching me when you were coming. You only turned to look at me after the climax had broken,” Royce points out. “Ahh. True.”
Devon taps his fingers on the side of the mug. “So…are you going to keep seeing him?” The corner of Royce’s mouth lifts. “Are you jealous, pet?” “Pfftt. No.” “Well don’t be. He was a project. You brought him to me so I could show him what I showed you right?” “Yeah, I wanted him to know what chastity and orgasms were like with it. He was curious. I honestly don’t think he’d ever had a decent orgasm in his life before this.” Royce puts a hand on Devon’s thigh and leans over to kiss him. “I’m flattered you wanted to share that. I respect you trusting me, and I wouldn’t do anything so crass as toss you aside afterwards. Toby has been shown what he wants to be shown. He’s ready to be cut loose now that he’s had his…his…” “Education?” Devon prompts. “Yes. That.” “But what if he wants to stick around? Be locked up again?” “I’ll find him a suitable man to take care of him. But juggling both of your needs was a lot of work. You’re a handful enough, Devon.” Devon chuffs air through his nose and sets the mug on the nightstand. “Thank you. You managed it gracefully though.” “Thank you, sweetheart.” Royce yawns. “Fuck, I’m tired. I’m tired, my dick’s tired, my brain’s tired. Let’s go to bed.” “Yeah, bed sounds nice. You know, I was just thinking, I am glad you didn’t fuck him in our bed tonight. Cause I would be jealous. And I’d be jealous if I had to share our bed with someone else. That bed is for us.” “Oh? You want me for yourself, pet?” Royce teases. “At the end of the day? Yes. I love feeling you pressed up against my backside in the morning. Would be weird if someone else is there. Toby’s fun, but it’s not his cock I want to feel straining against my body, you know?” Royce raises an eyebrow. “Fuck that’s, sexy.” He gives his own balls a jostle. “Wish there was anything left in here, cause you would be getting it right now.”
Devon grins. “I thought you were tired.” “I am,” Royce laments. “It’s a shame. I owe you a fuck.” “Mn. That’ll be nice to claim when I’m like ten days into lock up and stupid horny and you tell me to go play with my toys.” “You make it sound like I’m mean to you.” Devon laughs. “No. You never are. It’s the right thing to tell me. But you know, I’m spoiled. I want you all the time. I’m a demanding, jealous, needy boy.” Royce pulls the sheets down. He’s smiling. “As I said, you are a handful. Come on you demanding, jealous, needy boy. I need something to cuddle.” Devon finishes his tea and climbs into bed. “You want to take my underwear off?” Royce groans. “Do I ever!”
Calipher wipes his sword on a piece of shirt long torn off from another victim of his weapon. “I really need to wash this…” He tucks it away into a pocket and sheaths his sword. He steps over the reeking body of the bandit, striding forward half a dozen steps until he’s in front of Edward. “Well, here we are. Me, saving your arse, and you needing to he rescued.” “Sorry,” Edward says with a restricted shrug. Only because of the gag, it comes out as “thorry”. Calipher sighs. “I am have half a mind to tie you to the pack horse like a war captive so I won’t lose you.” “It may help. Can you untie me please?” “Hmm. No.” Edward’s chin jerks up. “No?” “Actually, I’m going to untie your legs.” “Why my regs?” he asks. “You were supposed to fuck me this morning. Did you forget that? You said you were going for a walk to ‘check the perimeter’ of our camp last night and got yourself kidnapped. Took all night and half this morning to bloody find you cause I can’t track worth shit. I haven’t slept cause I was worried about you and now I’m cranky and horny.” Edward looks at the ground. “Thorry.” “Next time you decide to try and raid a bandit’s campsite, make sure he’s not nearby first ok Edward?” He nods sheepishly. “You stupid, pitiful, handsome man. You must exasperate your mother.” Calipher bends over and removes the gag around his mouth. “Oh thank god, thank you.” Edward works his jaw. “She often said that when I was a young lad.” The knight uses his sleeve to dry his companion’s chin and offers him a sip of wine. “Oh, yes wine. Praise the gods. Thank you.” “Mhm.” Calipher tosses the wine bladder aside once he’s had a drink. He drops to his knees and begins to untie Edward’s legs. “How am I going to fuck you tied to a tree?” Edward asks. Calipher pulls off his shoes. “With your dick.” “Well, well yes but-” He removes the metal greaves from the man’s shins and toss them to the side. “Hey careful with those, don’t dent them.” “That’s their whole purpose.” Edward doesn’t know what to say to that. The knight has undone the utility belt and leather faulds protecting Edward’s hips and he lets them drop. With a grunt of impatience, Calipher unbuttons his pants. “Lift your arse.” Edward digs his heels into his leaf litter and lifts his ass. Calipher pulls them clean off. “Ah it’s chilly out here” Edward remarks. “Don’t shrink up now.” “I can’t help it!” “I have to do everything, really.” Calipher tosses his gloves to the ground. He scoots forward and takes Edward into his hand and pulls on his shaft. It’s soft and stubby, trying to hide, but still warm. “Oh this is much better than being tortured by a bandit.” “Mhmm. There we go, getting nicely stiff. Look at you grow, god you always surprise me how you nearly double in size.” "You are really good at that,” Edward hisses. “Nice and hard for me now… yeah like that. God you are beautiful all tied up and erect. See, this is sort of how I expected to find you. I hoped I’d find the bandit on the verge of deflowering you and I’d get to have a very dramatic entrance.” “Sorry to disappoint you.” Calipher smiles. “Try harder next time.” Edward sticks his tongue out. “Hey hey put your hand back – why did you stop?” Calipher stands up and begins to remove his clothes below the waist. He removes his scabbard from his hip and arrows from his back. When Calipher pulls the waistband down, his cockhead catches on the edge of it, then springs up and makes an audible sound as it smacks against his pelvis. Edward gulps. He instinctively tries to reach for it but the ropes hold him fast to the tree. He whines in frustration. “Curse you seven times!” “Says the man tied to a tree,” Calipher teases. Edward whines. “Eight times!” “That will take you a while. Which pouch has the oil in it?” “Oh? The left one.” Calipher digs it out. It’s firm in the cooler temperatures, so he scoops some out and rubs it between this palms to soften it. He lubricates Edward’s cock, working it up and down his shaft. Edward lifts his hips against Calipher’s touches. He sighs. “Bless the gods.” Calipher decides its enough and wipes his hand on Edward’s pants. Edward doesn’t even notice. He’s fixated on Edward standing up and his cock bouncing right at eye level. He darts out his tongue. “You want that huh?” “It’s beading at the tip.” “Lick it off.” Edward parts his lips and flicks out his tongue to clean it. Calipher pushes inside of his mouth. “Oh wow.” Edward sucks on the head of it while Calipher rocks against his tongue for a little while. Edward can feel his cock reaching rock hard firmness and it’s making him feel warm and uncomfortable. His own muscles are sore from being in a fixed position tied to this tree and his butt is going numb, but having his nose buried in Calipher’s wild public hair is a fine distraction. “H-hey keep your tongue out of the slit or I’m going to cum.” Calipher runs his fingers through Edward’s hair. After a horridly short time, Calipher adds: “Ok I have to stop or I’m going to cum.” He withdraws his cock and Edward complains again. “Allow me to finish you at least?” He begs. Calipher smirks. “You may have that.” He drops to his knees, straddling Edward’s lap, pausing only to position Edward’s cock into place before slowly lowering himself down. At the breach, a joint cry from both men startles birds from trees. Edward digs his heels into the dirt again and pushes up. Calipher locks eyes with Edward. As he slowly sinks deeper and deeper he thinks how lovely his eyes are, such a warm brown flecked with gold. Edward furrows his brow, wondering what Calipher is thinking. Calipher closes his eyes and tilts his head back. After a painful epoch of time he takes the last inch with a strained keening noise. He rests, sitting on Edward’s lap, breathing purposely in slow deep breaths as he fights the urge to ride this man like a desperate whore instead of taking time to let his body adjust. Edward makes helpless whimpering noises; behind the tree he’s making fists with his hands.
“Are you ok?” Calipher opens his eyes. They’re dark and shiny, and his cheeks flushed. His raw gaze makes the breath hitch in Edward’s chest. “I’m very ok, Edward. Cause I’ve gotten what was promised to me, and I’m quite pleased about it.” “What would you have done if I was dead? Haunted my ghost for a fuck?” “For eternity.” “How faithful.” Calipher chuckles.”I’m going to move now. Move with me?” “I can’t, I’m tied to a tree,” Edward says dryly. Calipher laughs. “Again I’m doing all the work.” “Curse you nine times.” “Oh we’re almost to ten.” “God you’re as infuriating as you are beautiful.” Calipher begins to move as if ride on a saddle in slow motion. “You think I’m beautiful?” Edward blinks. “Yes, you stupid man. When you take your hair down at night and it spills across your cheek over your shoulders….” He shudders. “Oh you shot a little! God that is erotic, feeling you spill your wetness in me. Curses, I can’t wait any longer. I need the rest of it.” Calipher puts his hands on Edward’s shoulders and rides him as if in full cantor. He ignores his own cock, cause well, he promised. Edward thrusts up the best he can. Their cries mix, growing in volume. Calipher’s thighs begin to quiver and Edward is nearly in tears from frustration at not being able to touch him. It’s a worse punishment then being flogged! “Cal,” he pleads. Calipher’s muscles quiver as he tenses around Edward’s cock and draws him to the deepest depths of his body. “Oh sweet heavens!” Edward gasps. He throws his head back and bangs it on the tree. He barely feels the pain; the orgasm goes through him like a bolt of lightening. “Sweeeeet fucking heavens!” he shouts. His balls hitch up and shoots his load after load up Calipher’s perfect arse. He may be tied to this tree but Calipher cannot restrain his seed, and yet as if by some magic trick, he’s still managed to mark that man as his own. “Mine,” he growls. Calipher’s eyes widen. His face is fully pink and sweat shines on his brow. The spell breaks for Edward and he realizes what he’s said and gone red. What they have was supposed to be a casual relationship of convenience for this journey but… something has irrecoverably changed. A bridge perhaps crossed that cannot be found for the way back. Edward begins to soften. Calipher raises up to let him slide out and his warm seed spills over his cock. Edward gasps. “Ye gods, I gave you everything didn’t I?” “And more, it feels. It’s running down my thighs in torrents.” Calipher uses Edward’s shoulders again for support and stands up with weak legs. His cock is deep red and straining. Edward seems stunned he’s still hard. Had they not ejaculated together? “I promised you could finish me off, did I not?” Edward nods and licks his lips greedily, impressed by the man’s stamina. He parts his dry lips and Calipher thrusts in with unrestrained need. Edward pulls him in, greedy for his scent again, and sucks with all his strength. Calipher thrusts against his tongue with his head tossed back. He explodes with a yell Edward’s heard him use in battle. It’s a struggle to swallow it all and some spills down his chin. He rubs his tongue around the head of Calipher’s cock, making him swoon and reach for the tree to brace himself. “Curse all the gods, Edward! Sweet fucking heavens, your tongue is such a torment.”
Sensing he’s sensitive, Edward relinquishes control and allows Calipher to withdraw. He nuzzles his man at the base of the shaft, and washes his balls with his tongue. Calipher sucks air in through his teeth as the cool breeze alights on wet skin. “What a sensation that is!” “You like it?” “Yes it’s – it’s quite something.” Calipher leans against Edward’s face, face in the crook of his arm, catching his breath. “Well – well, that-” he swallows. “Well I can safely say, you have paid your debt to me.” Edward looks up at him. “I need a receipt.” Calipher peers down at him through his crooked arm. “Could you even read it or should I just draw some crude pictures on it?” ”I’ll lie and say I’m fully illiterate just for the pictures.” Calipher chuffs through his nose. ”Oh, I am spent.” “I feel completely numb, Cal. Both in that lovely tingly way when your body is feeling right proud of itself for certainly having completed a successful breeding despite its sheer ignorance of where that load went, and also because I can’t feel my arms. Can you please untie me?”
Calipher snorts. “Yes.” He pulls the dagger out of his discarded boot, walks around the tree, and cuts his lover free. Edgar groans in relief and stretches his sore arms. “Ah there, now the blood’s returning.to my finger tips. All of it left to go to my cock.” “Well you did deliver spectacularly.” Calipher also utilizes his dagger to remove some moss from a rock and uses it to clean up the cum streaking down his thighs. He yanks the yellow cloth off Edward’s belt that identifies him as a skilled tracker for hire and uses it to clean the both of them. “You know, it took me two years to earn that yellow flag.” Calipher looks at the cloth. “You silly bastard, you could have done it in far less time if you found me a white cloth and let me pee on it.” “Curse you ten times!” Edward throws a shoe at him while Calipher cackles. “Hey! Behave or I’ll tie you up again.” “Behave or I’ll tie you up.” Calipher raises an eyebrow. “Promise?” “Well I would if you hadn’t cut the rope…” “Oh yeah I did do that. Well, hopefully if we make it to town tonight – which we would have, without delays.” Edward rolls his eyes. “It was a remarkable delay though.” Calipher folds his arms. “Actually, I will agree with you and concede my point. But if we can make it to town, we could buy rope. We should at least splurge for the bath house and a room in it. I have a feeling we’re both going to want to sleep on a padded mattress tonight.” Edward groans at the thought. “A real bath.” He makes a noise of fake enlightenment. “Ah, I just realized – we’ll have to see each other naked. I’m not sure I can handle that, you see. I’ll be so embarrassed. I’m just a farm lad who gets so nervous around big strapping knights with big muscles and huge swinging pen – hey you can’t throw my own shoe back at me!” “I can and I did! At least it wasn’t a greave!” “Yes that would hurt-” Edward’s stomach interrupts them. “Ye gods, I’ve spent it all. We still have provisions back at camp?” “We do but – you’re forgetting something.” “What?” Edward gets to feet with some difficulty. Calipher points to the dead bandit on the edge of the woods. “We get to raid his campsite now for snacks.” Edward considers the unwashed man, the black edges to his nails, the dirt caked into his clothes “I am suspicious of his snacks.” “Maybe we can take his coins to buy better snacks?” Edward points a finger at Calipher. “See, that, that is why I travel with you.” Calipher reaches out to pinch Edward’s cock. “No other reason?” Edward swats his hand away. “Ha! Stopped you. And Nope. None. Zero. No reason at all why I travel with you. Nothing to do with my cock anyhow.” Calipher throws his woolen sock at him and sticks out his tongue.
Edward sticks his tongue back. He watches Calipher dress and his face softens. “Cal?” “Yes Edward?” “Thank you for rescuing me. I had a very dark and lonely night out here, near beside myself at the thought of leaving this Earth without telling you first.” Calipher glances up at him as he secures his sword belt around his waist. “You’re my tracker. If you left, I’d have to follow you.”
Edward is left so breathless and flustered by this comment, he puts his trousers on backwards and falls over in the process, putting a dent in his greave. “Oh curse you eleven times.”
“Bro, I am so worn out.” “I told you I’d fuck you until you couldn’t move.” “I thought you were exaggerating.” “I was not.” “It feels like I’ll never be hard again.” “Oh, bosh. You’re young. Your balls will fill up and by tomorrow morning, you’ll be pushing up against me, hoping I’ll fuck you for breakfast.” He groans. “I feel so seen. I love morning dick.” “If you stop trying to suppress how much sex you actually want, a lot of fun things can happen.” “Yeah…we did have a lot of fun this morning.” I smile. “We did. Do you uh, want to take your lunch on the sofa?” “Bro, yeah anything to avoid getting up right now. I can’t move at all.” “You poor baby.” He flips me off and I laugh. “How are you even moving right now?” “Oh me? I’m energized, I feed off your sexual aura.” I wiggle my fingers and make mysterious hand gestures. “Ha ha, very funny. If you feed off of sexual auras how do you know how to make lunch?” “Making a sandwich is the same as having sex,” I explain, “Meat, cake like bread, white sauce.” He pauses. “I don’t know if I’m hungry now or not.” As if on cue, his stomach grumbled. “Ugh you betrayed me.” “I’ll be back with your sandwich.” “No white sauce please.” “One un-fucked sandwich coming right up!” “Ewww!”
The level of control and dominance my stepbrother has over me is increasing day by day.
You came home from college for New Years and Christmas, and you were not pleased you finally had meet your new step-siblings. Why did your mom have to get remarried to a man who had kids? Her new husband had a son like a year older than you, and it annoyed you to suddenly have a step brother. A step brother who was more handsome, a better athlete, and a better student. And of course, he had a perfect girlfriend. Ugh. Brian annoyed you immediately.
Things took a really unexpected turn the day before Christmas. He sat down next to you on the sofa once and saw the Grindr app on your phone. You pulled your phone away, but Brian mouthed “Grindr huh?” at you, and you knew you were busted. Your mom you were gay, but why did your step family have to know? You busied yourself with getting a drink to hide how hard you were blushing. But who could blame you? You hadn’t gotten fucked in days, and being stuck in here with Brian was really really annoying. Mostly because he was annoying, but also because he was looking hotter every time you saw him in sunlight.
That evening, after everyone had gone to bed, there was a knock on your door. It was Brian. You told him to go away. He said you two needed to talk. Letting Brian in may have been a mistake – because he was in his underwear. You asked him what that was about. Brian said he knew why you two were clashing so much, and he knew how you two could get along. And he pulled off his underwear. Christ, and he was also beautifully hung, cause of course he was. “Wait what?” You sputtered. “You said you had a girlfriend!” “Yeah,” Brian said. “I do. But fucking boys is a lot more fun.” And then he got on the bed. And on top of you.
So…it had gone on for the entirety of your trip home, him sneaking into your room after everyone had gone to bed. Brian was getting increasingly bold. Your need to be fucked and given release by a man was being held hostage by Brian, who saw he could claim you without competition pretty much whenever he wanted. He made a move for you in the mall bathroom. In a parking lot. In the car, while running an errand for his dad.
You were beginning to think you’d never make it back to college without being caught! Every time you got away with having sex or fooling around, it felt like that would the last. Brian had big balls in more ways than one.
By the time you go back to Stanford, your roommates all had the same mentality, “Man, I can’t wait to get laid again. Being with my family over break gave me serious blue balls.” You just groaned. “Different story with me, man. My new step brother sniffed me right out. He barely let me sleep!” There wasn’t a ton of pity. Everyone agreed that any gay man worth his salt could sniff out the fact you were a rather needy bottom. Most of your mates just wanted to hear the details.
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Santa was surprised to receive an unexpected letter at the North Pole: “Dear Santa – I’m all grown up, but I never got to experience Christmas as a child. I have been a naughty young man this year, which means I was a good boy right? So wouldn’t you come visit me? You must miss adult company a lot. I live on a ranch and your reindeer can graze. And it’s cold, so it will feel like home.”
Santa couldn’t resist such a nice letter, and after his route was over, he made a special stop in Montana. Timothy was very much a nice boy with naughty ideas. It was a new way to relax after the busiest day of the year. Even though Santa fell asleep shortly after, he woke up late in the night with an empty stomach. Santa couldn’t help slipping out of bed in the middle of the night to grab a cookie. But the lights came on! Timothy caught him. “Oh Santa, are you leaving already?”
“No, Timmy, I’m just grabbing a snack, you gave me an appetite and I can’t resist cookies and milk. Did you bake these? They’re very good.” “Yes Santa. Mama’s recipe. Oh dear, it seems my cat has been playing with the Christmas tree again! Ornaments everywhere!” Timmy bent over to return the ornaments to their branches and noticed some small boxes. “What are these?” Santa smiled. “I left him some toys under the tree too.” “Oh Santa, you really are the best! And look, you’re standing under the Mistletoe. I will thank you for your kindness with a kiss.” And he rewarded Santa with a kiss. “Oh ho, it has been a Merry Christmas after all hasn’t it Timmy?” “It really has! I’ll make you a sandwich, and let’s take it, the milk, and the cookies back to bed Santa. You must be very tired and my bed is very warm.” Santa yawned. “How do you know what I want every time?” “Ha! Maybe I’m a magical elf.” Santa had a big belly laugh. “Oh ho! If all elves were like you Timmy, I wouldn’t be able to get ready for Christmas in time!”
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Joseph made a soft groan as he awoke. The pillow was really hard. He lifted his head to see he’d fallen asleep on Dominic’s shoulder. Joseph drank in the luxury of seeing shirtless Dominic first thing in the morning. Joseph ran his palm up Dominic’s sternum. Joseph shifted and was reminded he was going to be a little sore. Joseph liked how it felt to know he wasn’t a virgin anymore. He was no longer a boy, but a man. They’d rented a hotel room last night – by themselves! – using Dominic’s credit card. They ate out at nice Italian restaurant. No one gave them a second look holding hands together. Joseph carefully turned and looked over his shoulder. The sun-washed city was spread out into the infinite horizon in the long, narrow gap between the open drape panels. Joseph decided he liked New York City a lot. He liked the idea of making it part of his future. A man in front of him, the city behind him. Couldn’t be a more perfect way to start every day.
Joseph resumed cuddling Dominic’s body. Dominic cracked an eye. “Hey,” he croaked. “Mornin.” “Sleep well?” “Mmhm. You?” “Amazing,” Dominic exhaled.
After a moment, Dominic spoke again. “Did we really have sex last night? Or did I dream it?” “I hope it wasn’t a dream. I tried to get up. Doesn’t feel like it was a dream.” “You can feel it? Did I hurt you?” “No… it feels nice. Reminds me it’s real.” Joseph squeezed Dominic’s torso. Dominic turned his head toward Joseph and kissed his forehead. “I’ll remember how your body felt for the rest of my life. It was just amazing. Thank you for uh, doing that. With me, I mean.” Joseph chuffed. “You’re welcome? I mean, I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.”
Dominic smiled. “I hate that we have to check out in a couple hours and go home.” “Well, just because we check out doesn’t mean we don’t have to go home. We still gotta get bagels for breakfast. And we have the whole day ahead of us. The city is ours.” “Why Joseph, I think you are right. Can we lay here a little while longer though? This is nice.” “This is nice,” Joseph agreed. “And I’m quite comfy.” Dominic nuzzled him. “Good. Just a while longer.” “Then can we shower together?” “Uhh yeah. I like that idea a lot.”
Huh. I think these are Mark’s, and this pair is Donovan’s that he borrowed me from and never returned last year. So Mark wears the same brand of underwear as I do? What are the odds. I tossed them to the side and leaned back in the chair. Man that was one wild party last night. I think I slept with that guy sleeping on the pool raft. I still wonder what his name is? Actually I should go wake him up. The way the sun is moving he’s gonna get super burned. I stood up with a groan. Going back to bed was starting to sound like a good idea. “Hey…hey hot stuff.” He didn’t move. “Hey dude, you’re gonna get sunburned.” He groaned and shifted on the raft. I sighed. He was gonna fall in. I shucked off my underwear and walked into the pool. Bit chilly, but felt nice. I swam over to him on the raft. “Hey buddy, good morning.” “MMhhnnnnnff,” he said. “You fell asleep on the pool raft try not to fall off.” He blinked at me blearily. “I did?” “Yeah.” He looked around. “Oh.” “You’re gonna get sunburned, come back in the house.” He considered me. “Hey are you the guy who fucked me last night?” “Yep.” He grinned. “Can I sleep in your bed instead?” I resisted the urge to push him off the raft at his cheesiness, but he’d probably be mad at me and then I wouldn’t get laid again. “Sure thing. Let me show you where it is.” The stranger slided off the raft into the pool. “Ee that’s chilly!” “Aw, don’t tell me your dick has shrunk into uselessness,” I teased. “Hey we don’t need my dick for sex. I should be asking about yours.” “When we get upstairs you can tell me if it needs to be warmed up enough.” I smacked his butt as he got out of the pool. “Ooo aren’t you frisky. Sounds good to me!” He yawned. I yawned too.
We dried off with a random towel and made it upstairs to my room, side-stepping men passed out on various pieces of furniture. I’d locked my bedroom door so the bed was empty. We didn’t have the energy for frantic sex. I just rolled on top of him, mounted that bouncy butt, and gave him a few good thrusts until we both came. Neither of us got up; we both fell asleep again, not waking up until the sun was properly in our eyes. And to my astonishment, his hand was already feeling up my cock. I began to wonder who I picked up last night and if he was related to the Energizer bunny.
“Beautiful presentation. Ah, your jingle bell is hanging out…” I tuck it into his panties and then cup him in my hand. “Don’t want people to hear that in the subway, or in the office do we?” Finn shakes his head. I thumb the piercing in his cock where the jingle bell is attached. He struggles to stay still. I hear a little whimper. “My pretty boy. I can’t wait to hear you jingly around my house when you get home. My cute little kitten. Are my good little kitten?” “Y-yes, Daddy.” With my hand still cupping his heat, I pinch his chin in my fingers and kiss him deep. The hems of his jacket slip out of Finn’s hands. “Ah Daddy don’t stop please – more kissing please.” I press a teasing kiss to lips. “You want to go to work hard? You’re already starting to stiffen.” “I don’t care, I just want you….” I re-adjust my hands to cup Finn’s ass. I push the round globes together so the plug moves inside him, intimately. He gasps and rises up on his toes. “Daddy oh Can – can we have sex before work? I want you. We got time before work, right? Please?” I nibble on his ear. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you? If you cum in your panties I won’t let you change…” Finn swallows hard and his Adam’s apple bobs. It’s a decision he must think about. He is not allowed to stroke himself nor cum without permission, and I space them out with consideration. “Daddy please, I need you, it’s been hard to go to work with balls this full. Just everything’s so sensitive and rubbing against the lace…” “Is that why you keep coming home with a wet tip?” Finn shudders against me. “Y-yes daddy. I’m a very horny kitten lately.” “You’re gonna be late for work. You’ll have to call a taxi.” “I don’t care, Daddy please, fuck me, I want the release. I want you inside me!”
To not fuck him would be cruel – he’s straining in his panties. I can feel the heat against me, like I’m leaning against the oven. I kiss him. “Turn around baby.” “Oh Daddy yes!” he gasps. “Put your hands on the table.” Finn does and his ass pops out immediately. His cheeks bulge and I bite my knuckle at the view. “Madre de dios!” Oh I wish there was time to spank him! But alas.
I dash to the bathroom to grab the lube. Finn is struggling not to touch himself. “Don’t worry kitten, Daddy is back.” “Fuck me please! Daddy please!” I flip his jacket tails onto his back. I yank down his panties with two hands, and wiggle that plug out with a pop. “Oh god,” Finn gasps. “Man handle me more Daddy! Fill me!” His hole is stretched and seeking to be filled. I struggle to unzip my jeans and hastily apply the lube. I grab him by the hips and fill him in one motion, making him squeal and shudder. “Whoa! Daddy!” “Too fast?” I whisper. “Ah, uh, no it’s ok. No, don’t stay still please, move please, fuck me hard!” “Ah, I see, that’s the problem,” I chuff. I grab him by the waist and pound his ass. He sucks with keeping rhythm and I help us move together. He’s so lost in the fucking he needs, especially knowing I’m going to let him cum, that we’re still not syncing, just bouncing off eachother. So I change tactics. His cock is straining in its lace prison, and I wrap my hand around its prominence. By pushing against his pelvis, I can make us move together while also stimulating him by rubbing the fabric on his cock. “Oh Daddy,” he moans. “Oh Daddy!” his voice goes up a pitch. I smile. “You wanted to cum right?” “Please Daddy yes please!” he sobs. His body is buzzing with hormones. “Such a good kitten, Finn. My good kitten.” I rest my back against his and fuck him at a rough, unbroken pace until he’s gasping and keening and my palm is suddenly wet and warm. “Oh god yes Sir fuck yes Sir, thank you, oh god thank you it feels so good,” he babbles. I kiss the back of his neck. “You’re trembling all over, are you still cumming?” A noise comes out of his throat. I stroke him with small movements of my fingers around his piercing until – “Sensitive!” he gasps. I stop, but still hold him. His shoulders heave as he takes in a whole breath. “Daddy I’m dizzy.” “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep—breaths.” After a couple breaths, I can’t wait anymore. I give him one more thrust, pushing him up onto his tip toes, and finish inside. I grunt. “Oh yeah, that’s the heat I like!” “Tha- that’s a big load!” Finn says almost to himself. “Yes it is. That’s what you do to me.” “I do that to you?” “Yes kitten. Now hand me the plug.” Finn fumbles for it on the table and hands it to me absentmindedly. My cock slides out and I push the plug right back in with a pop. Finn startles and yips again, back arching. “Ah! Ah that’s sensitive now back there!” “Well you’ll need it or else my seed will run down your legs. Don’t want to stain your stockings do you?” Finn moves around, adjusting to it. “No- no Daddy.” “Or want it dripping out during your work day?” “No Daddy!” “You can take it out around lunch if it’s uncomfortable. But wear it as long as you can, Finn.” He sighs. “Yes sir.” “Turn around.”
Finn does on unsteady legs. He braces himself on the table. His eyes are still hazy, face pink. I ravish his lips again. “God I love you.” Finn blinks at me slowly, lids fluttering. “Not as much as I love you Daddy. Fuck I love being late for work.” I laugh. “Your boss probably doesn’t think like that.” “He should get laid more.” “Probably. Stay there.”
I stroll into the bathroom to put the lube back and get a damp towel. I clean myself up and tuck myself back in my pants as Finn watches. He reaches out to brush his fingers over my cock before it disappears back inside. I inspect the mess Finn has made next. His cock is softening and contained now, but there is still a lot of cum – on the table, on him. I clean the extra off his panties, and clean some streaks of lube from his ass and thighs. There’s still some cum in the fabric, which pleases me. “Clean enough.” “You’re serious about not letting me change!” “I am. That was the deal. You’ll smell like me all day. A bit wet and a bit used. Which is how it should be, cause you are my kitten to use as I want.” Finn bites his lip and gives me damp eyes as he nods vigorously. “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. I feel so amazing, thank you for fucking me before work and letting me cum.” To my surprise he holds out his arms and I hug him in return. “It was my pleasure giving you pleasure.” Finn embraces me and sighs. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go to work.” “You have to. And you’re gonna be late. Get your slacks on, I’ll take you.”
“It’s the wrong way from where you have to go though.” I shake my head. “It’s my fault you’re late. I’m not gonna get you in trouble at work. If I’m late to where I have to go, I’ll take the blame.” “You’re so kind. Thank you Daddy,” Finn smiles. “I feel so spoiled. Ooo when I move I can feel the dampness in my panties. I’m glad I just came or I’d be hard again!” “If you get hard today, text me. I wanna hear what caused it.” Finn groans as he puts on his slacks.. “Are you ever turned like, off?” “As long as my sexy little kitten exists? No.” Finn tries to suppress a smile of satisfaction. I’m his as much as he is mine, and he knows it.
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“Dude, are you crazy? I wouldn’t take money to sleep with you. I don’t need money, remember we just had this conversation about my dad? Kind of insulting you’d think of paying me like a prostitute or something.” Craig leaned against the counter. “So it’s settled then. You’ll let me fuck you for free.” “What? That’s not what I said!” John insisted. “Yeah you said you wouldn’t take money to sleep with me. It’s gonna be another hour until Brad gets here to sell you weed, so yeah you got an hour to kill and I’d love a free fuck out of a walking pair of abs like you.” John snorted. “A walking pair of abs? Jesus dude you need new material. And I never agreed to sleep with you.” “What would be your price then? The threshold of how much money it would take to let me fuck you.” John looked at Craig. “$10,000″ “Not $15k?” “Wait.” “Or $20?” John thought about what to say. “There’s a fun bit about the human brain.” Craig chuckled. “There’s definitely a difference between not enough and too much, but if you try to find the actual numerical line of where it crosses over it’s nearly impossible.” John furrowed his brow. “Yeah I guess. But in this case, there a limit to how much you can pay right? How much you have, could borrow, etc. I could just keep going higher until you run out of money or decide it’s not worth the cost of it.” “That’s true. But I asked you what it would cost to fuck you. I didn’t ask you to find the value of your ass in my budget – unless you’re concerned about that, which means you’re considering.” “I am not considering anything!” Craig laughed. “Right.” Craig scratched the inside of his thigh which made his cock move in his shorts.
John’s eyes darted down, and then back up. He cleared his throat. “But if I charged you, I’d be obligated to provide a service. With standards. And like there’d have to be taxes and probably a business registration or something.” “True. You’d be mine to do with as I pleased -with some restrictions of course – until the time agreed has expired. I could fuck you as many times as I wanted.” “Unless it was just for one fuck, one nut.” John pointed. Craig smirked. “I always nut twice when fucking. Guess I won’t be hiring your services then. Knowing you, you’ll bill me for the overages.” “Man you are rude.” Craig laughed. “Wait, can you really nut twice on one erection?” “Yeah. I get like halfway soft and as long as I keep thrusting into a nice, hot warm hole, I just get hard again and cum again. I’m a seed machine.”
John considered Craig. “That sounds kinda hot…hate it when guys just like pump and dump it you know? Like three fucks and they’re done.” “Yeah they’re basically just using you as a cumdump at that point. You’re supposed to share the ride to the orgasm together and play off each other.” “Exactly!”
They looked at each other. “So, what’s your price?” Craig asked with a grin. John thought. “How about you just pay for my weed?” Craig clapped his hands together once and pointed. “There we go. Just because sex can have value, doesn’t mean in this transaction that value is relevant to you. Instead you offer to trade it for goods that do have value to you. Therefor even though the market rate of the goods is less than the potential value of sex, you still benefit with net gain because of the value of the goods is more relevant to you.”
John stared at Craig. “Dude, what? I thought you were trying to give me a boner?” Craig snorted. “I was at some point. Anyway, I’ll pay for your weed. Come on, we got 40 minutes and it takes some time to get this machine warmed up.”
John tossed his jacket on the chair and followed Craig to the back bedroom. He did not know that Craig grew the weed that Brad sold to him, nor the wealth he controlled. John just assumed that because Craig hung out in this average apartment, he was a nobody with a hot body. And now Craig got the pleasure of fucking that beautiful rich boy with the washboard abs for the wholesale rate of weed. Damn Craig loved doing business. As John got undressed, Craig decided he also liked seeing John naked. He had no problem producing those loads promised – especially after he discovered how aroused John became the more Craig whispered dirty degrading words in his ear.
Clarence sat on the bed, still too hot from the shower to get dressed. He looked at Tom who was pouring himself a drink. “Well. We did it.” “We did.” “I expected things would be radically different. I mean I feel different…I feel really good, but like…I don’t know what I was thinking would happen.” “Did you think everything would be covered in rainbows and penises?” Tom asked. Clarence chuffed air through his nose. “No.” “That Kathy would break down the door and discover us?” Clarence glanced at the door. “Maybe. Everyone is upset at me for breaking up with her instead of proposing to her. And then I leave town for the week? Wouldn’t be surprised if someone followed me just to find out if I was insane.” Tom sipped his whiskey. “Well. It’s still illegal to be a homosexual. We did check in under fake names. I guess I understand why you feel that way.”
Clarence sighed. “Why does it feel so right though to do something illegal?” “Cause the law hasn’t caught up with how good it feels to be with a man in bed.” “If that’s the case, we just need the lawmakers to have a good fuck and we can fix it,” Clarence grumbled. Tom snorted. “I wish. But if they could see how beautiful you are in bed, they would change their mind.” Clarence blushed. “You are so kind. Kathy never gave me compliments in bed before.” Tom smiled. “You never had a reason to enjoy yourself. Want a drink?” Clarence shook his head. “I need a clear head. I need to figure out what comes next after this hotel room in El Paso. How to live this life.” “Just live it.” “I can’t. I have to go home to Kathy and the tennis club and my parents, and the place I grew up, and my job. I can’t leave as ‘Clar the straight dude’ and turn up as a ‘Clarence the homosexual’.” He made a gesture with his hand. Tom raised an eyebrow. “No you don’t.” “What do you mean?” “You don’t. You broke up with Kathy. She’s moving out, you can move out, sell the condo. You can work in your field anywhere. Why do you have to live where you grew up? You have two other siblings that live near your parents. You’re young.” Tom pointed at Clarence. “Go. Go be gay. Enjoy your youth and sex drive while you still can.” He downed the rest of the whiskey. Clarence stared at him. “But where…do I do that?” Tom made another gesture. “Anywhere. New York. San Francisco. Palm Springs. Hawaii. You took a week off work, right?”
Clarence thought and then raised his head. “Can we go to the end of Route 66? To the beach?” Tom poured another drink. “Can we do it in a week?” “Why sure. It’s two days to California. Three days back to Dallas. That leaves us some time in between.” Tom sipped again. ”Maybe we can stop at the Grand Canyon on the way.” “Oh Tom could we?” Clarence put a hand over his heart. “We could. And let’s make love every stop on the way.” Clarence grinned. “Why not again right now?” “Why Clarence. You better be careful, people are going to think you’re a homosexual.” Clarence tossed his towel on the bed and spread his legs. “Let em.”
