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“God, dammit,” Tanner curses. “This code looks like shit. I swear he’s farming his work out to college kids. I’m gonna have to bring this up if Mr. Reeves doesn’t, I swear. If I have to delay this launch because of this bullshit, I am going to hulk out.”
I suppose I need to announce my presence instead of just gazing adoringly at the way the mid-morning sun has cast dramatic shadows across the gorgeous musculature of his torso and ass. I knock on the doorframe. Tanner glances at me. 
“Oh, hi Nadir. Sorry, was I being loud?”
“Not unnecessary. Everything alright pup?”
He sighs. “Yeah, just – my coworkers are idiots and my boss has no spine. Just frustrated.”
I reveal what I’m holding enveloped in my hand. “Will a few minutes in the back yard make you feel better?”
Tanner fingers stop typing as he fixates on the green object. “You have my ball.”
“I do. Five minutes maybe?”
Tanner bites his lip in thought. He glances at the screen. “Yeah they can wait. They waste enough of my time.”
“Atta boy.”

Tanner follows me out to the backyard. The acreage is mostly wide, instead of deep, and I can lob that ball almost the length of it, sending him bolting. Or, sometimes, I’ll launch it into the atmosphere, and watch Tanner dance around trying to see where it’s going to come down. It’s often better entertainment than watching television. 

It’s late spring, and within a few minutes we’re panting and there’s a sheen to our foreheads. Tanner throws the ball back to me and puts his hands on his thighs so he can catch his breath.
“Worn out?”
“Getting warn out here.”
“It is.”
“Sun feels good though.” Tanner stretches as he walks toward me. “I think I need to get back to work though. A ‘brb’ only lasts so long.”
“I understand that. Do you feel better?”
“Yeah. I do. Feel more relaxed, thanks, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Sometimes taking care of your pup is guess work. Glad to have guessed right.” I take off my shirt and wipe his forehead, so I can kiss it.
Tanner smiles. He takes my shirt from me and smells it. 
“Am I getting my shirt back?” I ask.
“No,” he replies. His eyes are creased in the corners and he has a sparkle there.
We walk back into the house together. “Well. When you are done with work for the day, I’ll ask for it back.”
“That’s fair.”

We get something to drink, and he goes back to work. I wait patiently until he is done for the day. When Tanner leaves the guest room where his “office” was, I am standing outside. 

“Oh hi Sir.”
“Shirt.” I hold out my hand.
Tanner hands it back with a teenage-level sigh. “Good boy.” I toss it over my shoulder, and immediately pin him to the wall next to the doorframe. I hold him there with a forceful kiss. Tanner makes a noise of surprise and presses his hands against my pecs. I push my pelvis against his and his body sticks to me like a magnet. Tanner rocks against me. I trail kisses down to his neck.
“You wanna move this to the bedroom?”
“No – don’t wanna stop.”
I shove my hand down Tanner’s underwear and run my fingers down his shaft, which is now firm and taut under the fabric.
Tanner whimpers and thrusts against my hand. As much as I hoped to fuck him, I begin to appreciate his choice. His cock feels wonderfully warm in my palm, pulsating and dripping. I can feel every muscular twitch of his body, and the thrum of his heart. Tanner is starting to sweat, and his smell drives me insane. I need to collar him, so next time we do this, I can grab onto it. No one makes me see red like Tanner. The urge to dominate him turns me into a beast. 

I yank Tanner’s underwear down so I can have more room to play with him. He begs for me to keep stroking. I do, slow and teasing, caressing my calloused fingerpads against his cockhead until he is baying.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum, pup. Shoot on the floor.” I switch my grip to a fist and pump him from base to tip.  
Tanner cries out and wetness spills over my fist as I bring him over the edge. He throws back his head. His grip bruises my arm. I could hear the splatters on the floor and nearly come myself. I’m not focused on my own pleasure though – that will come later. In this sliver of time, nothing matters more than milking Tanner’s cock dry.

Tanner breathes heavily and looks at me from under heavy lids. “Wow.”
“All out, let’s get it aaaalll out boy.” 
“Feels so good, Nadir. Sir.”
I press my fingers into the base of his cock, right above his balls. I’m rewarded with a few more drips.
"S-sir it’s sensitive!”
“And going soft.” I cup his balls for one more touch and drop my hand.
Tanner kisses me. “That was unexpected, but wow. Amazing. Thank you Sir.”
“It was my pleasure.” I toss the shirt on the floor to clean up the cum. 
“Nooo not the shirt.” He starts to bend down for it.
“Leave it. Leave it.” I pick the garment up with my toes. 
Tanner sighs. “Fine.” He pulls his underwear back up. 
“You can leave them off.”
Tanner shrugs and drops the underwear. He bends to pick them up, but I snatch them out of his hand. 
“Ha mine!” I shout.
“SIR! That was SO sneaky! Wait. Leave it!”
“Doesn’t work on me, pup!”
“Siiiiiiiiiiir!” Tanner chases me into the kitchen, then the living room, where he catches me; and we have a proper wrestle before our stomachs rumble and we run out of energy. I make him his favorite mac-n-cheese and hot dogs for dinner, despite it not being my preference; I must be addicted to my pup’s smile.

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“Yeah…I can see it. Your rack n’ pinion’s leaking.”
“What?” Sing looks down. “Wait, are you talking about my cock and balls or what?”
Lochlan snorts. “No. It has to do with your power steering.”
“Stiiiilll not sure if we’re talking about foreplay?”
“No, sweetheart, we’re talking about the steering. In your car. You know, like, the wheel? Vroom vroom car go left?”
“Ugh you are such a bitch sometimes. I’d be more mad but I’m distracted by your legs.” Sing runs his hand up and over Lochlan’s knee and down his thigh.
“You can’t help yourself huh?”
“Pft, no, I can see up your shorts. You’re so shameless Daddy, it’s so hot.”
“I’m not shameless, I’m casual. You’re just- huh it’s coming from above. You’re just horny, Sing. Really horny. Like all the time.”
“Not all the time.”
“Hand me the drip pan and the wrench, so I can drain the oil.”
“The wha?”
“That plastic bowl with the silver thing in it.”
Sing pushes it under the car.
“Yes, all the time. Remember last month when we were at Geraldo’s house, and it came up how many time him and Casey have sex, and they said like one a week. And you gasped. And when Geraldo found out how often I fuck you, he asked me if I was under duress and said to call him if my dick needed to be rescued?”
“That makes me sound slutty.”
“Well if the duck quacks-”
“Ugh, I should be offended, but I’m kind of getting turned on by it actually…” Sing scoots forward and slides his hand up Lochlan’s shorts. He let his hand cover Lochlan’s penis. “Mn it’s warm. I love you feel in my palm. So thick…” Sing moves his hand around.
“Don’t play with my balls or I’m going to fuck this up.”
Sing sighs. “Damn.”
Lochlan can’t hold back a chuckle. “Hand me the rag and the oil filter wre-…the shiny thing that looks like it could grip a can.”
“But I’d have to take my hand off your cock to reach it,” Sing pouts.
“Sing.”
“Fine fine.” Sing stretches out to grab it, hastily handing it to Lochlan before returning to what he was doing. “I do appreciate you changing the oil on my car Daddy. You do take such good care of me.”
“You’re welcome. And you take good care of me. Actually that feels rather nice. Although I’m going to have to stand up soon to put the oil in your car.”
“Find more stuff wrong down there.”
Lochlan snorts. “Well you’re going to need new brakes at some point. Hand me the new filter, in the small paper box. And the silver thing sticking out of my bag on the left side. It’s a torque wrench.”
Sing passes both over. “You’re so nice and hard. I could play with this for a long time. Just moving your foreskin around is fun.”
“You have until I install this, cause then I need to stand up.”
“Ugh fine. You never last long when I’m giving you handies anyway.”
“Hey Sing?” Lochlan said.
“Yeah?”
“You know how to install an oil filter?”
“Pfft, fuck no.”
Lochlan pushes his hips up to rock against into firm Sing’s grip. “Mmh. Well. You take the filter. And you need to lubricate it, you see. So you dip your finger into the oil in the pan. And it’s still warm from when you drove your car earlier. Once you have it on your finger you rub it…in circles…around the seal…so it’s nicely lubricated. And once you’re doing making circles you uh….take the filter and screw it in. But you need the torque wrench to make sure the fit is nice and tight. Hear that? Hear the click of the torque wrench? That means it’s under the riiiiiight amount of pressure. It has to be secure in its hole. Or else, the oil will squirt out.”
Sing whimpers.
“Are you hard, Sing?”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t touch yourself. And don’t slack off. Make me cum.”
“Uh? Oh yeah. I was just staring at your erection straining in your shorts…you’re so hot Daddy,” Sing sighs. He returns to stroking Lochlan.

Lochlan exhales. He leans his head back, closes his eyes, and lets the orgasm roll over him. “Oh that’s nice,” he murmurs. “Slow down slowly….stroke…yeah like that. Good boy. Nnnggg…”
“You’re twitching like it’s alive in my hand,” Sing purrs. “I love feeling you cum in my hand. Just so much cum everywhere. I’m always in awe how much your balls hold.”
“You make them fill up. Man, I haven’t cum in my shorts in a long time. Feels like I’m 15 again.”
“You would cum in your pants at 15?’
“Yeah. I was embarrassed about masturbation, and thought doing it to thinking about guys was wrong. And this family lived next door had this older high school kid who would always mow the lawn in gym shorts and no shirt. Just watching him would make me explode. I’d be rubbing up against the wall and not like even realize it. Or like. I was into a lot of sports at school…lotta moments losing it in my cup.”
“Holy fuck, I want all those stories. I want to hear about you sweaty and sticky and unable to tell anyone.” Sing’s voice falters.
Lochlan was grinning under the car.
“When did you get comfortable jerking off?”
“17. When I discovered what a bottom was. Stole a kink magazine from a porn store. Man, that was a lesson I didn’t get in high school. I needed to masturbate or it would hurt down there from blue balls.”
Sing swallows and licks his lips. “Daddy please let me touch myself, I’m going to go crazy.”
“How about this. When I’m doing pouring the oil, you can clean my cock with your tongue and jerk off if you want.”
“I do want. I do want a lot. How long does it take to pour oil?” Sing peers under the car.
Lochlan wiggles out and grabs for another towel to wipe his hands on. “I think I need to call Geraldo and tell him I’m under duress.”
Sing sticks his tongue out.
Lochlan sits up. “Wow you are hard in your little yoga shorts. Alright, new plan. Strip. Knee. Suck. I want you to cum at my feet.”
Sing gasps. “Oh my god.” A wet spot blooms on his shorts.
“Clothes. Off.”
“But the garage door…”
“Stays open. The car will block the view.”
“Damn Daddy,” Sing whispers. He stands up and wiggles out of his clothes. “If all mechanics were like you my car would always be up on its maintenance!”
Lochlan has a feeling if that was true, that Sing would intentionally be putting down nails in the road and running them over. But he didn’t say that. He was looking forward to Sing’s tongue bath and watching him finish himself off.  
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“All good on the homefront?”
“Well, the baby went down for a nap, the dishwasher is loaded, laundry is folded and put away, dinner is marinating in the fridge.” Ty furrowed his brow.
“That all sounds like good things, but you don’t look too happy. What’s wrong?” Billy pushed back his chair from his computer and followed Ty out of the office.  “Something is wrong,” Tyler said. He stopped in the hallway and lowered his voice as to not wake up the infant. “We have a newborn, there isn’t any reason we should be caught up on the housework. I must need to do something, I just can’t think of what it is though.”
“It’s probably sleep.”
“Oh. I don’t feel tired.”
“I do. You’ve probably hit a wall where you’re so tired so often you stop realizing it,” Billy said.
“Well if I don’t feel tired, surely I should use this energy to get something else done…”
Billy pointed down the hall. “To bed.”
“This feels silly.”
“Bed.”
Ty sighed. “Fine.” He peeked into the nursery before walking into their bedroom. He stripped off his shirt and climbed into bed. “I’m not tired.” He yawned.
“Uh huh. Ah curse you.” Billy yawned in response.
Ty grinned. “Contagious.” He stretched out. “Man it is nice to just not do anything. Maybe a nap is a good idea.”
“Well, hold on, there’s something I forgot to do.”
Ty glanced at Billy. “What?”
Billy moved to get up onto the bed.
“Are you gonna take a nap with me?”
“Absolutely. But first…need to do the thing I forgot to do.” Billy practically climbed on top of Ty, held himself up with one strong arm, and bent to kiss his husband deep. Ty made a low purring noise of appreciation and snaked his arm around Billy’s back. “Oh yeah sex…forgot about the whole sex thing…”
Billy kissed his jawline and down his neck. ‘Yeah the kissing is pretty nice… “ He slid his hand down Ty’s stomach.”
“Oh lord,” Ty gasped as the hand slid down past his waistband. He hurried to unbutton it. It was a confusing mood to be in – suddenly very horny and hardening quickly, but at the same time, the limbs were getting heavy and it  was feeling more and more attractive to fall asleep.

Lucky for Ty, he was too pent up to last long. Ty laid there on the pillows helplessly, hips arched, moaning Billy’s name as Billy stroke him to completion. He clutched Billy’s arm with one hand, sheets in another.
“Billy, god, don’t stop!” Ty hissed as loud as he dared, praying he didn’t make some loud comical orgasm noise that would wake the baby. He kept his teeth clenched and the groans in his throat as he spilled all over Billy’s hand.
“That’s it, come Ty, come all over me. That’s it, that’s a good boy. You’re working so hard to keep the house clean and the baby happy so I can work. It’s important you’re taken care of. You’re so very very backed up…”
Ty kissed Billy and ran his fingers through his hair as the bliss faded away into a soft dreamy bubble. “I feel very taken care of. And very, very tired.” Ty yawned as to make a point. “And also sticky.”
Billy yawned back. “Ah damn your contagious yawns again. I’ll go get a towel.”
Ty made a lazy nod as Billy got off of him. When Billy got back, Ty was asleep. Billy removed his jeans, cleaned up the spilled seed, and tucked his cock back into his shorts. Billy liked to handle it soft or hard. Cock was awesome, and Try liked to share his, so Billy was always grateful.
He left the towel in the sink, washed his hands, and then shucked off his clothes to join Ty for a nap. His own cock would wait until later, as could any work he left undone. Sleep, precious sleep, was calling him, and thankfully his cock understood that this time it had to bow out. At any second that baby could cry. Why would you squander that time not sleeping, when Ty was always curled up in bed, warm and soft and waiting?
Billy spooned up to him and nuzzled his neck. He began to fantasize how he’d spill his seed later, but within moments, he too was out.

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“I have to say, I normally feel kind of ambivalent when company’s want to send me products, but I was already wearing House Arrest’s brand when they e-mailed me. And these boxer briefs are so goddamn comfy, and no wedg – oh hey everyone, it’s my boyfriend. Hi Jax.”
“Hey gorgeous. You streaming for Platform?”
“Yep. I’m doing a promo for underwear.”
“God your ass looks good in those, but it would look amazing in a paper bag.”
Tom giggles. “It would not. And it would crinkle if I even breathed. You’d get papercuts walking to the fridge. Fabric like this is much more comfortable. And soft.”
Jax climbs up on the bed.
“Oh hello there. Are you joining me on the stream?”
“I need to feel this for myself.” Jax cups Tom’s ass and squeezes. “Yeah that’s nice. Soft but I can still get a good grip…”
“Jax – woah, hey, just a reminder I’m still streaming,” Tom stammers.
“Let em watch,” Jax suggests. He kisses Tom’s neck and brings their bodies together.
Tom gasps. “Christ you are a madman!”
Jax slips his arm around Tom’s torso, and slides his hand down his thigh.
“Aah!” Tom arches against Jax. He puts an arm around his neck and gives in to the desire to kiss that man and let him ravish his mouth in return.

In a moment, streaming seems marginally less important than it was a moment ago. Tom lowers his hand with the phone as he gets distracted by the way Jax is making him feel. Jax cups Tom between the legs and squeezes. Tom makes a guttural cry. The phone falls to the bed. Jax guides Tom backwards to the bed and pulls the underwear off so he can stroke him properly. Tom twists his fingers into Jax’s hair and keens.

When they finish and the Earth stops spinning, Tom gets his wits back about him. “…Is my phone still streaming?” He wipes his hand on the sheets and picks it up; his face goes pale. “Oh shit it is. Uhhh hi everyone. Oh my god there’s so many people watching this. Um. Fuck uhh. Well that was a little unexpected. I- uh-”
Jax takes the phone. “Your boy’s a little busy now. Leave a message.” He shuts off the recording.
Tom covers his face with his hands and groans. “Thanks for doing that. Fuck, I may get decommissioned for that.”
“But people will be talking about it for a while.”
“Yeah I guess it’s true. Any press is good press right? Mmn I love it when you kiss me. Wanna take a shower together?” Tom asks.
“Oh hell yeah, we haven’t done that in a while.”

Tom later posts a photo on Instagram of the pair of underwear in front of the shower door. “Sorry to everyone who watched my stream on Platform last night. I didn’t intend to keep recording during an intimate moment with my boyfriend. I really apologize you had to listen to that. Some of you seemed to uhhh not mind so much, but others were upset. I apologize, but sometimes, real life interrupts the life we craft for ourselves, and those moments matter more than what you’re doing on your phone.”
To his surprise, the underwear company loves the photo and wants to use it for a campaign. Tom is less impressed when he gets offers to shoot porn, and turns them down. He has standards, really.

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Rasheed gawked at the painted ceiling, the plated walls and hand-tiled pillars. “Have I given you the ‘holy shit your parents are rich’ line yet?”
Al snorted. “No not yet, but you can skip it. The society pages have written about it enough.”
“Shiiiiit,” Rasheed muttered. “This pool is gorgeous.”
“It is, I’ll give you that. But you know, there’s one thing I’ve never ever gotten to do in it. In all my years.”
Rasheed raised an eyebrow. “What’s that love?”
Ali smirked and took off his belt. “Skinny dip.”
Both eyebrows went up. “No.”
“Oh yes. I’ve always wanted to, but with so many family members about it wasn’t ever possible. I’ was scared someone would come home… but with everyone in Dubai for now, they don’t know I’ve come back from school holiday with a rather sweet young bloke I’ve been screwing quite often…”
Rasheed laughed and colors flushed over his face. “What, someone else is here?”
Ali balled up his shirt and threw it at him. “You scallywag!”
“Hey that’s a $400 Italian shirt isn’t it? What would your mother say,” Rasheed teased, picking it up and unfurling it.
“She’d say it’s six months old, so it’s out of fashion and I need a new one,” Ali snorted.
“Oh bollocks. Mmn, it smells good.”
“Don’t you keep it now,” Ali warned, in that teasing tone Rasheed loved.
“Why? You don’t need it. You’re going in there naked.”
“So are you,” Ali insisted.
Rasheed considered his boyfriend. “Am I?”
“Oh yes. Cause I want to stare at you shamelessly naked.”
“God, Ali, you flatter me.”

It was enough to give Rasheed the push to strip. He found it thrilling it be in this cavernous, hollow, swimming pool room with a beautiful brilliant man. Once the pants came off, the rest of the clothing fell away with ease. There was of course, plenty of ogling, between giant cannonballs and splashing.

When they were out of breath, the water stilled and they came close. Rasheed grabbed Ali’s hand and gave him a tender peck on the lips. “This is a lot of fun.”
“Only cause it’s with you.”
Rasheed smiled. “You’re right, swimming is more fun with a friend. And skinny dipping is marvelous. It feels so strange with just bare skin. I could get used to it.”
“Oh reaaally?” Ali kissed him again.
“Yes really.”
“Can I touch you?” Ali pleaded. “I want to feel you in the water.”
“Oh hell yes… it’s very uh, not traditional…or religious… but…”
“You like it when a man holds you hm?” Ali asked.
“Just you,” Rasheed murmured, dipping his head for another kiss.

Each man found each-other in the water, held eachother, and began to stroke. Ripples formed on the surface, then the water grew turbulent.

“Here back up,” Rasheed murmured, backing Ali up until they were pressed against the wall. Ali hooked a leg around Rasheed’s legs, and they frotted and moved as lips dueled and crushed.
“Oh press like that…fuck yeah.”
“Nnng….!”

Panting and moans echoed off the vaulted ceilings. The water turned cloudy. Ali’s leg cramped and he had to put it down.
“Oh goddamn,” Rasheed sighed. “Skinny dipping is marvelous.”
“You smell so nice. You’re really warm,” Ali murmured. “I want to sink into a hot bath now and have some chai. And cuddle you.”
“I like cuddling,” Rasheed agreed, nuzzling Ali’s jaw.
“I like you,” Ali whispered.
“I wish your family would be more understanding of us.”
“I do too… but fuck them. I won’t let them stop us from being happy. Rasheed?”
“yeah?”
“When I finish graduate school, and get a job, and figure out where I’m settling…I’m going to ask you to marry me.”
Rasheed gasped. “oh Ali do you mean it?”
“I do. Fuck what they say. I want to dress in my very fancy tailored suits – vintage, to piss off my mother, have a breakfast with you across the table from me, and come home to your smiling face and talk about our days. We’ll go on holiday in Thailand, Israel, Morocco, Bermuda, wherever, and we’ll make many photo albums and it’ll be wonderful.”
Rasheed broke out into a huge smile, eyes wet and sparkling. “I would like that future very very much.” He caught Ali off guard with a kiss that made him squeak.
“You made a noise like a mouse!”
Ali giggled. “I did didn’t it?”
“You did. Now I don’t know about you, but we’ve been in here so long, my balls are getting wrinkly. Wait, well, more wrinkly.”
Ali guffawed. “Well let me see about that! Oh wow, they are. It may be that you’re just getting old and saggy.”
“I am not! Also, aren’t you older than me?”

Fresh laughter echoed as they stumbled out of the water. A bath and chai waited. Eventually they would retire to a rather large bed where they could continue being naked and keep each-other warm all night long.

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“Good morning~” 
“Nng.”
“Oh come on, a kiss is supposed to wake sleeping beauty up from her slumber.”
“Sleeping beauty did not stay up too late fucking her cute boyfriend last night.”
“Point taken,” Julian concedes.
“Why are you so perky?” Albin grumbles, not opening his eyes or moving.
“Cause I got laid last night.”
“Nng.”
“Ok, Grumpy. I think I know what would fix this.” Julian flops own next to Albin, facing him. He snakes his hand through the sheets, exploring, searching, until his fingertrips brush Albin’s abs. Albin makes a soft noise through his nose as the fingers trail south…further south..then they grab. Albin’s eyelids pop open.
“Julian!”
Julian smirks at him but doesn’t say anything as he begins to pet Albin’s cock under the sheets.
“Shit, that feels good,” Albin mutters, rolling onto his back.
“Of course it does. You’re a healthy male after all.”
“God it turns me in such a weird way when you use clinical terms with me.”
Julian leans forward and nips Albin’s ear with his teeth. “And then we stimulate the young Swedish-American male until his penis becomes erect from its flaccid state and the testicles start to display high in their sac…”
Albin groans. “Fuck you Julian, you are evil incarnate.”
Julian giggles, still stroking, still petting, enjoying feeling the flesh growing taut in his hand. “Your foreskin is pulled back now,” he purrs. Albin swallows hard and Julian’s fingers felt wet. 
“Shit I’m not going to last long.”
“Then don’t.”
Julian pumps his lover faster and faster, smothering the sensitive skin with relentless touch and a tight grip. All the while, he nibbles on Albin’s ear lobe and flickers his tongue up the curve of the shell. 
“Fuck…fuck!” Albin cries, arching his back and grabbing onto the pillow. Under the sheets, Julian could feel his boyfriend’s cock jerking and ejaculating in his hand. The fabric became saturated and clung while Julian tries to hold on to the increasingly slippery organ. “That’s it…come for me big boy. Show me what you built up overnight…yes, all of it. Give it to me, stud.”
“FUCK Julian!” Albin hisses. His back is arched high like a bow, and then he collapses, gasping. 
Julian knew this was the point to stop touching and to simply lower his hand and cup Albin’s balls for a while. He loved that, but only after he came for some reason. 
Julian lets Albin recover while he kisses his cheek. “Are you awake now?”
“Y- ..yeah.” Albin licks his lips and swallows. “I am very much awake, thank you.”
“Good,” Julian chirps. “Now you can make me waffles.”
Albin snorts and looks at his boyfriend, his face full of love. “Seriously? Waffles? Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
“Mm. I’d rather you owe me a favor. Redeemable anytime..anywhere…no matter what.”
Albin raises an eyebrow. “Is it just me, or are you getting kinkier?”
“I buy one thing made of leather and suddenly I’m a kinkster!” Julian cries, pretending to be offended.
“Cause seriously I’m seriously hoping so. I’d love to spank you over my lap sometime,” Albin confesses, stretching. “My leather gloved hand on your ass, the paddle striking your cute butt, leaving these red marks while you squirm and leak pre-cum into my lap… it’d be hot.” He glances at Julian to gauge his reaction on if that was too weird or not. To his surprise, Julian is blushing.
“Ok, fuck, well now I’m getting hard,” Julian sighs.
Albin smirks. “Nope. You wanted waffles.”
“Allbiiiinnnn~”
“Be a good boy or I’ll spank you.”
“…I kind of want to be spanked now,” Julian admits.
“Ok, be a good boy or I won’t spank you.”
“Fine fine, let’s go eat waffles.”
“Naked?” Albin asks.
“Naked.”
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Mikhail posed for a portrait showcasing his two favorite things in the world – his family’s old summer dacha and his beloved pet faggot of ten years. He loved to bring the boy out here to the wilds outside of St. Petersburg and live nude and unencumbered by work or societal standards. Mikhail wanted a good photo to commemorate his life happy before he got old and out of shape. He had to wear shorts of course, so he could show it to people that didn’t follow his particular lifestyle.

While the photographer was messing with the light meter or something, the faggot noticed the tempting out-line of Mikhail’s cock in his shorts. It was pronounced, half erect, as Mikhail was excited by fresh air and the promise of vacation after being stuck in a car for hours. The boy’s instincts took over. It needed attention, so he gave it. He began to mouth the shape through the khaki fabric, ignoring Mikhail chiding him and squeezing the back of his neck. He muttered, “Not now, boy,” but the tone of his voice didn’t match the words.

The photographer got himself together and said, “Ok, smile!” but the faggot was no longer paying attention or taking orders from anyone that wasn’t his man. He was lost in playing with the throbbing cock he found hidden up Mikhail’s shorts. Mikhail shrugged and indicated for the photographer to take the picture. It was a more accurate representation of their relationship anyway.

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(ed note – Lucien is one of my rare reoccurring characters. Prior stories about him can be found with the lucien stories tag.)

“Lucien?”
“Mmm.”
“When was your first time?”
“Having sex?”
“Mm no, with a man.”
Lucien rolled his head to the side and looked at me. “You think I just do this for money?”
“No. But, you seem so casual with so many men. Just men as far back as I can imagine. I was just wondering how it started.”
Lucien huffs air out his nose. “So many men indeed. My first customer was a guy moving from Virgina I think to -”
“No no,” I insist, giving him a little kick in the shin, “Your first gay experience. When you knew, you know, that you liked men.”
Lucien raises an eyebrow. “I don’t usually tell those kinds of stories to clients, stories about…” he trails off suddenly.

“You were going to say your real name weren’t you?” I ask.
“Yes,” he admits. “That boy…he is very different from Lucien. I’m not sure you’d like him.”
I furrow my brow. “But you share the same body. I like your body. I like being in your body…why wouldn’t I like him?”
“Because,” Lucien insists, “He was an angry person. A sad person. Someone who hated the world because of the life he’d been born into. When I …he was seven, his mother got him a big Costco size box of Lucky Charms for Christmas. Cause they could never afford name brand cereal right? And that meant he’d get breakfast for a few days. He ate some of it, then put it on the top shelf to save it for special occasions, like when there wasn’t food. A week later, he went to sneak some in the middle of the night and discovered a mouse had moved into it, as well as these moth things… he cried and cried. He learned that day that life wasn’t fair. I don’t think he ever recovered.”
“Lucien…that’s so sad.” I gave him a kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“See?” he insists. “This is why I don’t tell these stories. They’re not fun, or sexy, or happy.”
“So…the story of your gay encounter, it wasn’t any of those?” I dare to ask. I’m not sure now if I want to know, but Lucien has become a figurehead of fantasy in my daydreams when I’m off at university, and I feel that I must know his full story.

Lucien takes a deep breath and sighs patiently. “I thought…he thought, it wasn’t fair that God made him gay in a very rural, very conservative town in the Bible Belt. So, for a while, he was angry about that too. One summer, he got a little work detasseling corn and washing dishes for a big BBQ restaurant. Under the table. And it wasn’t fair – the other boys were spending their money on comics and sodas and cassette tapes, and those with older brothers got them to buy them cigarettes and dirty magazines; but I… – he had to save his money to buy a new pair of shoes for school, money for lunches, hair cuts. Really good duct tape to hold up the tarps that kept the rain out of the trailer. Nothing ever fun.”
I listened intently.
“There was a boy I worked with. We were both 14. He was a beautiful creature. Very serious face, a strong nose. Freckles. Bony shoulders. He was so beautiful, very distracting. A bunch of boys would go down to the quarry to go swimming after our shifts, but as more of us would wander off to go smoke or hang out with girls, it ended up just being me and him one day. And he suggested that we’d skinny dip because it was so hot. He was so stunning naked, he had the most perfect penis, even at his age. It was going to be just the right size when he was done growing, the right color, shape. I was so envious how he looked like a model, standing there in the dirt, naked with corn silk in his hair.” Lucien chuckled at the memory. “He saw me staring at him, so he came into the water and swam over to me. He asked if I ever kissed a boy before. I said no. And he kissed me. And we kissed a long time. He sat on this rock shelf submerged into the water and he let me touch him. He was so hot, so virile. His balls…Jesus, they were huge. I played with him until the water turned cloudly, then he did the same to me.”
Lucien doesn’t talk for a while. The moment is too tender to interrupt. I cuddle up against him and wait.
“As we were cycling back into town, the other me…he realized something. Life isn’t fair, but even if it isn’t fair, it can still feel really wonderful. And thus, life can be OK, as long it’s by our standards and not someone else’s standards. From then on, he thought being gay was the best thing to ever happen to him.”

“I’m glad you’re gay,” I offered.
Lucien reached over and tousled my hair. “You do love a good dick.”
I snorted and playfully shoved him. “Lucien, did something unfair happen to that boy?”
Lucien shrugs. “No.”
Relief floods through me.
“He moved away. Father lost his job or something. They moved back in with his mother’s family in Tennessee. I’m happy he got out of Cordova, went back to a bigger town, where people can appreciate a beautiful man like him. Last I heard, he joined the Marines. I bet he looks crazy gorgeous in that uniform.”

“You still think of him,” I hear myself say, in awe.
Lucien blinks at me. “I looked him up on the internet at the library some time ago. I just like knowing he’s happy, that his life is fair. Somehow, it makes me happy too. Like the universe has balanced itself out.” Lucien moves his hand over my belly and starts rubbing my half erection through my underwear. “Did that excite you? Are you ready to have sex now?”
“Fuck Lucien,” I gasp. “Even when you’re telling stories, you make me so horny It’s like the pure, unfiltered, raw kind of horny. It’s just not fair.”
He laughs for the first time today. “Not fair hm? But it feels good, right?”
“Yes, very good,” I breathe as he plays with me.
Lucien smiles mischievously at me. “Then by our standards, it can’t be all that bad.”

I can’t think of what to say to that, but Lucien is already reaching for the lube, preparing for the next stage where talking isn’t real necessary.

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Text is fictional. Photo was shot by Markus Bollingmo; the original was in color and the rest of the series (must see!) are at his Livejournal here, actually.

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Aaron knows there are plenty of ways to worship the cock of a man who is of higher standing than he is… his hands, his mouth, his ass, for example, and he is talented in all three. Sometimes though it’s just delightful to take a pause and give it a long look, maybe gently stroking it as it grows harder and harder. Aaron often wonders how such a couple inches of flesh brainwashes him into being such a mindless slut, how it drives him crazy, makes him an addict for the rush of being powerless to another man. Each and every cock is unique, its taste and temperature and scent. No batteries, no screens, no engine, nothing complicated…just nature and evolution, and it is a gift to cherish every single day.

“…What is he doing down there? He’s got this glazed look on his face.”
“Aw, let me him be. I think he’s cute when he gets like this. He’s off in this zone.”
“…Wait, wait I know that look on your face…do you love him?”
“Yeah, yeah, I do. And he knows it.”
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