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rumpusboom:

#Daniel Montoya

Cam exhaled. “Wait wait, do it again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, pull it down and up again.”
Jake pulled the thong down and brought it up. “Like that?”
“Yeaaah… do it again.”
Jake grinned at Cam over his shoulder. He made a show about pulling the thong down while bending all the way over, making sure Cam could get a nice view of his hole and his balls. There was a groan behind him. Jake pulled the thong up slowly …slowly…until he was standing upright, and he made a dramatic show of lifting the thong back into place and letting the side straps sit on his hips. “How was that?”
“Well. I’m hard again.”
Jake barked out a laugh. “I’m flattered. How is that possible though you just fucked me five minutes ago. I’m pretty sure the condom in the trash is still warm.”
“I have no idea, but we still have one more condom right?”
Jake picked up the box. “Yeah we do. You serious, you want to go again?”
“Fuck yeah I do, get the lube and bend over the arm of the sofa.” Cam stood up and walked over while untying his sweatpants.
“I thought you wanted me to make dinner,” Jake teased as he rested his forearms on the arm of the sofa.
Cam grabbed a big handful of Jake’s ass. “This rump is my dinner.” He smacked it.
“God, I love it when you smack my ass like that.”
“Like this?” Cam did it again.
“Y-yeah. Fuck, now I’m hard. Bent over the arm of the sofa like this feels so slutty.”
“Wait until you’re being fucked over it.”
Jake put his head down and groaned. “Fuuuuck yeah, we’re doing it, fuck me again, Cam, fuck me!”
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Patrick fussed with the edge of his underwear for like the tenth millionth time that day. There was a bruise under the skin and the fabric kept rubbing on it. When he got home, he immediately took his pants off and had a look in front of the floor length mirror in the closet. To his surprise, Patrick couldn’t see a visible bruise. Maybe there was a faint purple shadow but in the dim light, it was hard to tell. He rubbed the spot and went to find a pair of sweatpants to put on.
He thought perhaps because the butt was mostly fat, that maybe a bruise on the muscle wouldn’t show up on skin the way it would on an arm or leg. Still that meant Brian had really been squeezing his ass quite hard to leave a bruise that deep.
Brian did have large, strong hands; when Brian had pinned Patrick’s wrists to the bed, he was utterly immobilized. It was rare anyone had the strength to do that to him. Being controlled, dominated like that, was almost terrifying, but the sex had been on another level. One hand on Patrick’s ass, one hand on his hip…driving his cock in like a piston over and over…
Patrick coughed and cleared his throat. He felt warm all over. Goddamn, he thought, he’s still getting under my skin. Wait. Brian had a hand on his hip right? Patrick wandered back into the closet and pulled the edge of his underwear and sweatpants down on his left side. There was a faint purple mark there, unmistakable as a fingerprint sized bruise. “Jesus Christ, he tenderized me like a piece of meat!” Patrick said to his reflection.
He pulled up his pants and rubbed his butt absentmindedly as he walked out of his bedroom. “Fuck, I really want to call Brian now….”

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shirtlessboys:

Nú número 1 (by Laerte Késsimos)

THIS IS A SEQUEL. PREQUEL IS HERE.

I consider my nude torso in the mirror as I scratch my beard and yawn. “Man, I needed that.”
“What, the sex or the trip to the bathroom?” Lucien teases.
“The sex, you silly boy. I’ve mastered the art of jerking off while driving my semi, but it doesn’t come close to the satisfaction of being in bed with you.”
“You can jerk off while driving a semi?”
I grin. “I can even pee in a bottle while driving.”
“Oh my god, I’m never getting on the highway again.”
I chuckle. “Funny enough, part of the reason I cut corners like that is to hurry up and make the drives go faster, so I have extra time to stop and see you.”
Lucien’s face hardens. “Don’t you dare go riskin lives for a piece of ass, you hear me?”
My face flushes at being scolded. I hide how charmed I am to hear his Southern accent come out a bit more when he was getting serious with me. I told up my hands in surrender. “I won’t do anything dumb, I promise. I can’t enjoy coming to Cordova if I’m dead.”
Lucien flicks his lighter. “Honestly, I’d sleep with a ghost.”
“Could they pay you?”
Lucien thinks. “I have no idea how that would work, but I’d do it once just to see what it’s like.”
“You would put them in your phone as Ghost, I’m guessing?”
“Oh I already have a Ghost.”
I sit on the edge of the bed. “What, really?”
“Yeah. He’s an albino.”
“You’re shitting me.”
Lucien can’t keep a straight face and dissolves into giggles. “I am.”
I throw a sock at him.
"Hey!”
“Hay is for horses,” I reply.
“There is a Ghost in my phone for real though. He booked me like three times and never showed up. Got banned for that.”
“Wow.”

Lucien looks at me. “So…you said you would cook me dinner last time, and so I’m dying to know what’s in that cooler you brought in with you.”
“You said you had a grill out back right?”
“Yep.”
“Fantastic. Gonna make you a nice bison steak with roasted peppers and potatoes.”
“Bison? Sounds amazing,” Lucien groans. “Better than hotdogs.”
“You get enough hot dogs in your bun.”
Lucien throws the sock back at me.
I chuff air through my nose. “By the way, I also got you a present.”
“You did? You didn’t have to.”
”Oh don’t pretend like you don’t like presents. I noticed you got some new magnets on your fridge. Like that Niagara Falls one, and I take it you haven’t been there lately.”
“Ok, busted I love presents.” Lucien glances in the direction of the fridge. “A guy named Yellow Truck sent me that. Hell of a drive from here.”
”And a lot colder.” I stand up and pull on my jeans. I walk out of the small bedroom to the living room/kitchen where my duffel is by the back door. I glance over my shoulder; Lucien face up, but propped up on his elbows watching me. The sun is splayed across his chest, nearly making him glow. I bring the duffel back into the room and set it on the bed.
“There’s something bulky in there,” Lucien comments.
“It takes up most of the bag actually,” I admit. I unzip the duffel and take out a box wrapped haphazardly in newspaper with tape stuck to it in random places.

“Aw, is it Christmas, Turbo?” Lucien sits up and folds his legs. He’s still naked as when I pulled out of him, and he hasn’t even considered a piece of clothing once. His casual acceptance of nudity is just another thing he does as easy as breathing. There’s no mistaking that Lucien didn’t get “stuck” as a male prostitute…he was born for it. And I’m lucky to be in his universe.
I hand him the box. “Maybe. It’s an early Christmas present. Well, maybe, a late present. A very late present.”
Lucien raises a brow and turns the box in his hands. “Oh, it’s noisy. Is this a puzzle? It’s a really big box if it’s a puzzle.”
“Open it.”
Lucien hooks his fingers under the paper and pulls. After one tear, he stops and stares at the packaging revealed underneath. “Turbo! Did you get me Lucky Charms?”
“Open it!”
He destroys the rest of the newspaper and whoops with laughter. “This is the biggest goddamn box of Lucky Charms I’ve ever seen! It’s like two boxes glued together, where did you find this?”
“Costco.” I puff out my chest proudly. “Should make up for the box your mouse got into when you were a kid.”
Lucien smiles and hugs the box. “It does. I will keep it in the fridge to prevent it from happening again.” He opens the box with enthusiasm and stuffs a handful of cereal in his face. A groan follows. “Why ish thish so good?”
“Sugar, probably. Don’t ruin your appetite for dinner now.”
He eats another handful. “Fuck, thish ish so good. Fank you.” Crumbs land on his lap.
I chuckle. “You’re welcome. I’m going to take a quick shower and start on dinner ok?”
“Sounds good to me. I’m going to change the sheets and go have a cigarette.”

"Lucien, how often do you get harassed by your clients about smoking?”
“Oh all the time,” he admits. “I’m down to three cigs a day from half a pack, so … progress.”
“Well that is good, when did you start smoking?”
“Began stealing my mom’s cigs when I was 12.”
I shake my head.
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of dads supervising me and punishing me for my errant ways.”
That makes me perk up. “You have clients that spank you?”
Lucien grins. “Only when I’m a misbehaving school boy that keeps coming home late for farm work and needs to be spanked for his laziness.”
I swallow. God, what a visual! “Ok, I need to get more creative.”
Lucien eats a marshmallow from the box. “Whatever makes you happy. You’re paying for it. Sex is great as it is though. I’m not in a hurry to change anything.”
“Great? I’m great?”
Lucien points to the white stains on the bed. “Not everyone makes me cum you know.”
I consider this and wish my balls would refill faster. “I am making you a hell of a fucking steak dinner after this shower.” I grab my kit out of my dufffel and head to the bathroom.
“Leave the door open so I can watch you,” Lucien says with a coy smile. I look back at him. He looks almost imp like, sitting cross legged, dwarfed by a giant cereal box.
I give him a helpless look and exhale. I’m half erect although there’s nothing in the reservoir tanks. Lucien notices and I can tell by the gleam in his eyes, that even though I’m his client – I hired him! – he’s not done with me yet tonight.

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Richard watched as some British dude flirted with the really hot Norwegian guy he’s had longing for since he came to this small resort. It was excruciating to sit there and be casual. It felt rude to want something to go wrong, but watching them leave together would have been devastating. The trip had been a perfect week away, all it was missing was a textbook one night stand to round it out. Richard had caught the Norwegian guy checking out his ass in the breakfast buffet line earlier that week – he even blushed!- but he’d taken his food to go, so Richard hadn’t been able to make a move back.

Richard held his breath. It wasn’t going well. The British guy was getting annoyed. He was pushy. Richard found himself holding his breath. Norwegians don’t like conflict. The British man should have left after the first “no thank you”. Richard’s heart was hammering. He suddenly realized there was an opening, a very small opening, to resolve this whole situation. It would the boldest thing he’d ever done, and he had to simply take action, because any second longer lingering on the idea and the door to this opportunity would close.

“Here it goes,” he muttered to himself. Richard stood up, stripped out of his wet Speedo, and walked to the two man.
“Excuse me,” Richard interrupted. Both men looked at him with raised eyebrows. Richard handed the Norwegian man his wet Speedo. “Please come give this back to me. Room 741.” And he walked off. There was silence behind him. Richard didn’t dare look back.

Once he got off the dock, he covered himself with his hand and walked back to the hotel with his hand over his crotch. There were plenty of eyes on his body, and one whistle, but he made it to the elevator without a scene. Another man in the elevator asked him to move his hand. Richard did. The man considered Richard’s genitals with the manner of an appraiser. He nodded. “Nice,” he said, then got off the elevator on the 5th floor.

Richard went back to his room and showered. He was putting on lotion when there was knock at the door. His heart began to hammer again. He answered with his boxers on, trying to appear calm when inside the butterflies in his stomach were having a rave.
“Oh hello,” Richard said to the blond Norwegian. He had a small leather bag slung over his shoulder, but other than that he was just wearing swim boxers. and sandals
The Norwegian had a rather amused smirk on his face. “I’ve been told to give these back to you.” He held out Richard’s wet Speedo.
Richard tried to kept his face in check. “Ah yes, I was wondering where I put that, thank you. Do please come in.” He took the Speedo and threw it into the bathroom sink. “How can I repay you at all for finding that for me?”
The Norwegian reached into the bag and pulled out a condom.
Richard broke character with a pleased but sheepish grin. “I would love to repay you that way. Been wanting to bottom for you since I saw you downstairs.”
“And I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I saw you downstairs.”
Richard took that moment to reach for him, to kiss him, and he hungrily returned the kiss. Clothes came off and the Norwegian guided Richard to the bed. There were some other things in that bag – things that stretched, vibrated, and lubricated – which turned the hook-up into a long session

Richard also got to learn some fun new Norwegian phrases that he couldn’t use in public.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thethongkingdom:

“Let me ask you a question, boy.”
Matty turns to look at the muscular man leaning against the counter. “Yes?”
“If you turned that bottle upside, you think you could fit it inside of you?”
Matty straightens up. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.”
He sneers. “I’m just asking, cause if you can, then I know you’ll be able to take me.” He grips his crotch for emphasis.
Matty rolls his eyes. He finishes his bottle and sets it down on the bar. “I’d say take it first and let me know, but I’m guess you already can, cause you’re clearly full of yourself.” He walks away, and can hear the man’s friends groaning and laughing behind him.

Matty spots a familiar face across the bar who coaxes him over with a crooked finger.
“Hey Matty.”
“Hey Dan.” Matty sits sideways on his lap. He was a bigger guy, in his 60s, so there was more than enough room for a twink to fit.
Dan caresses Matty’s thigh with his hand. “Did you make yourself an enemy over there?”
“Maybe. No one understands that I’m a slut, not a whore,” Matty pouts.
Dan chuckles. “There’s a level of finesse there that meatheads will never understands.”
Matty sighs. “I can’t imagine what women have to deal with.”
“The fact they don’t kill more men is something we don’t appreciate as a society.”
Matty giggles. “Wasn’t that the premise of your last book?”
“Oh you did read it?”
“Of course I did. The politics were a little confusing, but the action was good.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. I’m writing the sequel right now.”
“Ooooo. Insider knowledge. Let me know if you want a proofreader.”
Dan takes a sip of his beer. “That’s kind of you to offer. Rick gets first read, but I always need more eyes.”
“Is he coming to visit soon?” Matty inquires. While Dan lives down in Mexico full time, Rick isn’t retired yet and still has a life in California.
“In two weeks. Can’t wait,” Dan sighs. “Miss him more every time he leaves.”
“It’ll be even more sweet when he stays.”
Dan smiles. “You are such a beam of sunlight. Say, look over there, a lost looking soul just walked in. You should go greet him. You’re basically the mascot of this place anyhow”
Matty glances over. “Oh he’s hot. And you’re sweet for saying that.” Matty gives Dan a peck on his scruffy check; Dan gives him a pat on the ass and he wiggles off to go greet him.

Matt sashays up to the stranger. He reads him immediately – 30s, American, white collar. “Hola.”
“Woah. Uh, hola.” 
“Just letting you know, this is a kind of bar where you’re not going to find latinas, if that’s what you’re looking for?”
The man coughs up a laugh. “No, I’m not. I’m down here with some friends on vacation, and I need to be with my people for a bit. The straights are killing me.”
Matt giggles into his hand. “Well you found us. Let me walk you to the bar. Names Matty.”
“I would be honored. Name’s George. God, you have quite an ass on you.”
“My pride and joy. Nice to meet you.” Matt slides his arm around George and walks him to the bar.
They order a round and after a bit of chatting, the stranger considers Matty. “Are you available to take to go?”
Matty laughs.
“Normally I’m not so forth-coming, but I am in desperate need of some company.”
“No, it’s fine. That’s a good one actually. Here’s the secret – all you have to do is be nice to me, and this thong comes right off.”
George leans over and whispers into Matty’s ear. “Why don’t you leave it on and let me pull it to the side with my teeth?”
Matty blushes and breaks out in goosebumps. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.”

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blogpatland59:

“You’re concerned someone’s gonna see us?” Brandon walks over the window. “Baby no one is gonna see us. Look, it opens up to the back of the hotel. No one is even parked here, it’s the middle of the day. Look at this gorgeous sunlight spilling into here.”
“But someone could walk by…”
Brandon glances outside the window again. “There’s no one there, baby. But honestly?” Brandon pulls on the cord and the blinds go up. “I hope they do. I want everyone to see me breeding you. You know why, Nate? Cause you are fucking beautiful when you’re lost in it. That’s when I know whether or not I’m hitting it right, just by your face. Anyone walks by us and see us? Good. Shit, they gonna be jealous.” Brandon throws his towel on the chair and stands there naked. “Guarantee they ain’t be fucked as good as you get it on a bad day. Maybe seeing you will be a relevation to them.”
Nate tries to stammer out a response to that but it won’t come. He’s hard as piece of rebar.
Brandon strolls over to the bed with purpose. “I suggest you put your head down and your ass up; cause the sooner you do, the sooner you won’t be thinking about this damn window at all.”

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kevinfeiges:

Rogan Richards and Landon Conrad | MENatPLAY’s Rufdup

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

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Porter waits for it, heart in his throat. Despite emptying the full reserve of cum from his bull-sized nuts, Liam’s erection lingers. He thrusts once – twice, more as deep as he can against Porter’s prostate. Porter bellows into the pillow as the orgasm kicks off; he gushes cum all over the bed and fist. Imaging that turgid cock pushing through all its seed to unload more always put him over the edge. There is little that feels more right than being the cumdump for Liam’s superior cock and his loads. It is where he belonged, taking it. Porter moans into the bed as he floated high on a spinning cloud. Liam slips out and his cum spills down Porter’s crack and balls. The humiliation makes him tremble in joy.

Ten minutes later, Liam strolls into the bedroom and hands Porter a mug. “Hot chocolate ok?”
“Well it’s winter isn’t it.” Porter takes the mug, trying not to move much. He had just pulled himself to sitting position. It took a few minutes after Liam bred him to remember how his bones and muscles worked. “Ah there’s marshmallows. Cute.”
Liam sits down on the bed, careful not to spill his own mug or touch the wet spot on the sheets. He wiggles his butt until his back rests against the pillows.
“Also Dave said he’s gonna order pizza in a bit, if we want.”
“Yeah that’d be nice. I’m gonna be starving soon,” Porter replies. He blows on his hot chocolate and then sips it. “Mmnn.”
They watch the shadows of tree leaves move on the back of the curtains.
Porter glances over at Liam. “Man, even soft, it’s still huge. Like twice the size of mine.”
Liam chuffs air through his nose. “I love dudes, cause they’re always the ones who say stuff like that. My wife never does.”
“She doesn’t compliment your cock?” Porter asks. He reaches over and holds it in his hand, admiring the heft of it.
“She tells me I have a big cock, sure. But it’s not in the same way you do. You have a tone of awe. You admire it, and I love that. My wife uses a tone that implies that she can’t believe she got it in her. I tell her we got two kids as proof, but I think she doesn’t believe me. She gets his kind of post-period amnesia where she forgets how horny it makes her,” Liam says wryly.
Porter grins. “Neither one of your kids was planned were they?”
Liam scoffs. “Absolutely not.”
Porter snickers.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world though. We wanted kids. Just you know, ‘men plan, god laughs’ sort of thing.”
Porter nods. “Yeah. We had to plan ours cause it took a while to get pregnant.”
“How is Maisie doing?” Liam asks.
“She’s doing fine. She’s began running again now that she’s done breastfeeding, and frankly, looks absolutely radiant.”
Liam smiles. “Are you gonna try for a second at some point?”
“I think we’re gonna wait until Caroline is in school.”
Liam nods. “By that point I’ll probably have four,” he grumbles.
“Woe is you, the curse of a fertile bull. In the old days, you’d have bastard child in every major city in every continent.”
“Back in the old days, there would be a boy with a wet hole in every major city in every continent so there wouldn’t be a million bastards.”
Porter snorts. “Or I’d just follow you around just to take your seed every night.”

Liam raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re bi, not gay?”
“Oh I’m sure I’m bi. I think there’s an expectation that since you’d bi, you like men and women half as much to create one whole sexuality. That is so not true.” Porter makes a sweeping hand gesture. “I got two whole sexualities in one. Maisie makes me insane, and you make me insane. I got two sets of needs, and I need to fulfill both of them.”
“That please me to hear. I do like fulfilling you.” Liam smirks at Porter and takes a sip of his drink.
“Not as much as I enjoy receiving it. Do you feel the same way, about having two whole sexualities?”
“Maybe? Cause I feel like my sexual needs are very well defined. Women have one role in sex for me, men in the other. If I want to have a hard fast rut to empty my balls fully? Must be a man. If want to make love and have it be playful and fun, with toys and stuff? Must be a woman. Reproduction? Woman. Urge to dominate and breed something? Man.”
Porter digests this. “Hard not to feel like that’s how it’s naturally supposed to be you know. Love being under you during that last one.“
Liam smirks. “Love feeling you quiver as I fill you with my cum. But you know, every time I question my bisexuality, I remember where God put men’s G-spots and then I stop questioning.”
Porter grins. “Well you know where mine is.”
“I do. You know Porter, I’m real glad we have this ‘Sunday afternoon football’ meet up thing worked out. I don’t know what we’d do if we couldn’t do this once a week.”
Porter chews on a marshmallow. “We’d find a way. But as long as Dave lets us use his spare room, we’ll be alright.”
“God bless your friend Dave.”
“Indeed. He’s gonna make a man real happy one day.”
“Yeah he is.”

Liam’s phone chimes. He picks it up. “Dave’s ordering pizza. Wanna place an order?”
“Fuck yeah. Cheese, onions, and sausage.”
Liam snorts. “Sausage huh.”
“Yeah, tell em, big and meaty. Uncut. Slap the whole kielbasa on that pizza and fucking bake it.”
Liam laughs. “God you’re ridiculous.”
Porter shrugs. “I know what I like.”
“Cock?”
“Duh.”

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vallentiro14:

Tyler stares at the wall in horror. There’s still a faint smudge of his cum on the wall from where some big bull named Dan fucked him  – three days ago. Good lord, how did he missed cleaning this? And didn’t this place have cleaning crews? Tyler had given the wall a cursory wipe down, but it wasn’t like Tyler had his wits about him much after the fuck – he was high in his headspace, riding the afterglow. How had he missed this though? Red with embarrassment, Tyler removes his Speedo and erases his sin hastily. No one had seen that right? It was barely noticeable. And now it’s gone.

Tyler chides himself. He’s been trying to not stare so much at the men at the gym. It’s been really difficult, being surrounded by so much muscle and testosterone. He just wants to just throw himself at these buff studs and worship all their cocks. Who could fault him for that? Tyler sighs. Cock. What a wonderful thing. 
He finishes washing off and contemplates that he should probably jerk off before going to the gym to prevent these types of situations. Tyler reaches for his towel, dries off, and gets out with the towel around his waist. He reaches into his duffel for a comb and drops his goggles in. When Tyler lifts his head, he sees Dan walk into the locker room. Tyler freezes. Dan spots him immediately, smirks, and begins to walk in his direction.

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