When a man knows what you need more than you do…
Tag: goddamn
He’s still learning how to tend to cock with his mouth, so you help him along with setting a rhythm. Nothing quite inspires a boy like two blunt fingers against the prostate. He hasn’t moved to touch his dark erection once in the last ten minutes. He’s focusing on his ass without even meaning to. You smile. Good progress is being made. You just have to invest the time to do so – sometimes hard, when you’re horny, but always always worth it.
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Vihaan didn’t quite realize just how much he was staring at the blond guy who was drying off from the pool. He was just hypnotized by the way the water sluiced off his body. He was an enticing mix of cute and sexy. Kind of twinky. What made a twink a twink instead of just a regular guy? It may be the pink bathing suit. Vihaan didn’t realize just how much he was staring until the twink turned, and began to rustle with this belongs and pack up to leave.
Vihaan felt a pang of regret. He could stalk him into the shower room, but it felt so creepy to do so. He sighed and wondered what to do. The boy was perfect. He had such a perky butt…
It was dawning upon Vihaan that the blond was walking toward him. He was LOOKIng at him. Vihaan stumbled backwards and slipped on the pool step and nearly fell back in the water. He grabbed the handle and tried to totally pass it off as something he meant to do.
The blond looked amused. He knelt down and placed a folded piece of paper – a receipt actually – on a dry spot on the pool edge. “If you are going to stare, you could at least take me out for coffee and get to know me.”
“Aah-…” Vihaan was so startled he couldn’t figure out what to say. The
blond
smirked, turned, and walked away. Vihaan gawked at his butt. When the young man disappeared into the changing room, Vihaan went for his towel to dry his hands and pick up the receipt. It was a phone number. And it was underlined. In pink pen. “Ohh wow… he really is a twink.” Vihaan tucked the paper into his shoe. He needed to get back into the cooler water so his erection would go away. How soon could he call this boy? An hour? Two hours? Definitely today….
As Vihaan climbed into the pool, an older woman gave him two thumbs up and winked. He groaned.
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“Hey Russ?”
“Yeah babe?”
“Did you figure out what you wanna go as for the Halloween night at the club this year?”
Russ looks up from washing dishes. “Since it’s going to be warm this year, I was thinking going as a dude version of Lara Croft.”
Will furrows his brow as he thinks about this. Tight shorts. Bulge. Big ol ‘bulge. And Bare legs. Bare thighs. Stomper boots. Tight tank showing off the pecs… guns…gun harnesses….
“Uh …Will? You offline there buddy?”
Will shakes his head. “Bedroom. Now.”
“Wha?”
Will grabs his shirt and turns off the water. “Bedroom now.”
“Wha – ok, ok yeah sure fine, I’m not gonna argue~” Russ quickly dries his hands on a towel and lets himself be dragged off with a bewildered expression on his face.
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Dave bounced on the tumbling floor of the gym, trying to loosen up his calves a bit. He watched Aaron walk to the mat wearing these pure white shorts that matched well with his peach skin and tousled red hair. The sun hit him just right as he stretched, throwing sunbeams against the curves of his muscles. Such health, such vigor…such glowing skin and bulging arms….
“Hey Dave, are you coming out for food n stuff afterwards?… Dave…? Buddy?”
Dave gulped. “Oh shit.”
Aaron looked confused. “What?”
“Oh fuck shit.”
“What??”
“I just realized I’m gay. Like totally gay.”
Aaron lowered his arms. He looked behind himself, then back at Dave. “What just happened here?”
“I don’t know. You just made me realize I’m gay.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I don’t know. It just…hit me.” Dave looked at his hands. “Damn.”
“…You didn’t know? Buddy we all knew.”
it was Dave’s turn to stare. “I’m sorry what?”
“Dude you didn’t know?”
“You knew?”
“I thought you knew!” Aaron said.
“I didn’t!”
“Also what on earth brought this on?”
Dave blushed. “You and your…stretching thing.”
“Me?” he squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“Uh, thanks, I think?”
“I should be thanking you. I feel so much clarity right now.”
“Good for you buddy. Are you gonna use the floor or can I do some passes?”
Dave waved him into the mat. “Yeah go for it.” He went to sit down on the bench. “Hey Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you all know?”
Aaron grinned. “You stare at our butts more than the girls.”
Dave groaned and buried his face in his hands.
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Captions are fictional. This is a gymnastics scenario, if it wasn’t explained clearly enough.
Damien took a deep breath and tried to keep his fraying courage together. He walked up to the beef of a doorman and hoped he didn’t look too nervous. “Um. Hi.”
“ID.” The man said. It wasn’t a question.
Goddamn, why was he so hot? So toned? So sexy in leather pants? Damien was already getting an erection just from the smell of the leather. Ughhhhh. Why did he wear slacks to a leather bar? He should have brought a change of clothes to work.
When Damien handed over his ID, he noticed the doorman only had one glove.
“Ah!” He shoved his hand into his denim jacket pocket. He’d found a glove coming out of the subway earlier. Why he kept it, Damien wasn’t so sure – but he loved anything with real leather and he liked imagining it belonging to a hunk. Would make good jerk off material at least. Damien never expected it belonged to an actual hunk.
“Is this your glove by any chance?”
The statue in front of him suddenly came to life. Dude actually smiled. “Oh hey! Hot damn, yeah I think it is! Where did you find it?”
“Coming out of the subway,” Damien stammered.
“Shit. I had them in my back pocket. A dear friend gave them to me. I was so upset I lost one on the way over.” The man exchanged Damien’s ID for the glove; he took it with a fond look and slid it on his hand. “Perfect. Thank you, man.”
The guard stuck the gloved hand out.
Damien shook it. The grip was dominant and thick. Goddamn that alone made the blood rush to his dick. “No-no problem. The leather’s a good look on you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
The guard opened the door and stuck his head in. “Hey Liam, give this guy a drink on the house will ya? He found my glove.”
Damien blinked. No one had ever bought him a drink before! He blushed. “Thank you Sir.”
The man chuffed. “I like you. Get in there.”
Damien found himself thrust into the darkness of the bar. The odors of beer, leather, and musk washed over him. He exhaled. God he loved he scent of men. Liam was watching him at the bar. Damien walked over to a stool. There was a hot towheaded guy in black chaps and a harness next to him. Mmm harnesses.
“Mind if I sit here?” Damien asked.
The towheaded guy looked up from his phone. “Oh you’re a cute little otter aren’t you?”
Damien blushed. “What’s an otter?”
“Aww you little innocent gay boy.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a skinny bear,” Liam said. “My boy’s an otter.”
“I’m an otter?” Damien repeated. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh honey no,” the towhead said. “And that’s a good thing. Otters are rare in gay leather bars…more men that like them than there are otters…”
Damien’s eyes went wide. Was he being HIT on? What parallel universe had he waked into?
“Uh uh—”
“Do you want that drink?” Liam asked.
Damien thought. He looked at the glass in the towheaded guy’s hand. “Get him another of whatever he’s having. I’ll have a Blue Moon.”
“Ooo he’s buying me a drink. I like this otter. What’s your name?”
“Damien.”
Another hand shake. This one warm and soft. “James.”
Damien smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
James scooted the chair closer. “So you come here often…?”
As they began to chat, Damien began to wonder if that glove was magical. He also pondered if that guard outside was really a person, or some sort of spirit. When Damien and James left the bar together later, he was thoroughly surprised to see that the beefy dude was still there.
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“So after all of that, we finally get back to his place, and he had like four crystals on his nightstand, but no goddamn condoms.”
“None?”
“None. He said it’s fine cause I had ‘good vibes’.”
“God people in Los Angeles are weird.”
“Tell me about it. And he thought leather was ‘old fashioned’. Ugh. Mistakes were made, Hank, let me tell you.”
“Old FASHIONED? Leather is a classic! God, did you sleep with him?”
“No I left.”
“Good. I’d be offended if you did.”
“Nope. I went to a leather bar in North Hollywood and found some twink to rub down my bike for the right to blow me.”
Hank chuckled and they high fived.
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Maybe I can entice Him to stay home today
“You can’t stay home? Well, can you be late for work? Maybe a mere hour late? I did just make fresh coffee downstairs, and I’m still warm from sleep…”
“Boy…” Sir says with the ‘warning tone’..
“Do you really want to be sitting your car in rush hour thinking of what you said no to?”
Sir raises an eyebrow. “You might want to watch your mouth boy.”
“If it were busy sucking you off, I wouldn’t be running it.”
Sir stares at his husband. He sets his briefcase on the floor and leans it against the wall. “Goddamn flawless bottom logic. Ok. An hour. Traffic will be better then anyway…”
A smile appears on his husband’s face. He pats his ass, and then the bed.
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Captions are fictional. Also, this is a woman’s butt. Just FYI.
Just stunning. The photographer is listed as
Luzrafa, but I can’t track it down.
Getting closer! Looks like it came from Facebook here. Posted by
Sílvio Reis. I don’t think he’s the photographer though.
“Well,” Cas says with a sigh, “Guess it’s time to take down the tree. It is January and we’re stuck inside during a blizzard.”
I only half hear him. I’m gawking at his legs and giant calves. “I suppose so.”
“It’s weird we put out a fake snow skirt under the tree, and curse the snow outside.”
I chuff through my nose. “I suppose. But it looks nice huh?”
“Yeah.” Cas sighs softly and picks up an ornament. “The magic of Christmas is over.”
“Or… it doesn’t have to be.”
My partner turns and looks at me. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we’re stuck here right? Why don’t we make gingerbread cookies – they take eons to make and we have everything we need- and make some cocoa, then go play in the snow.”
Cas’s face lights up. “Yeah! Let’s do that!”
“Pluuuus since we’ll be cold from the snow, we may need to warm up a little… “
Cas bites his lip and gives me that flirty smile. “Late Christmas present?”
I cozy up to him and gave him a smack on the butt. “Indeed.”
Cas turns around and presses himself to me. “I think I see why so many babies are born nine months after blizzards…”
I reach back and grab that ass with both hands. “I’m not sure I understand…may need a visual demonstration.”
He’s smiling as he kisses me. “We’re not making it until later are we?”
I kiss him back hard.
“MMmmnnnf,” he groans.
“No,” I say, rubbing my cock against the firmness of his, “We’re not.”
After another round of roaming hands and busy lips, Cas breaks our suction and looks at me. “If we fuck now, does this mean we can’t do it later? After we play in the snow?”
“No babe, we can have sex as many times as you want.”
His face lights up again. “Yay, a day of fucking. Just what I wanted for Christmas!”
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