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by ccallenreese

vallentiro14:

Gavin stopped on the stoop of his house. “Oh my god.”
“There you are. Good mornin!”
“What the…Khan, it’s 7:30 in the morning. Have you been up all night?”
“Yeah baby. The parties in Miami don’t stop!”
Gavin walked down the pathway to the sidewalk, his ankle boots making tapping noises on the cement as he walked. His face was a mask of astonishment. “Oh my god, Khan. Where are your pants? Children live in this neighborhood…”
“I was at a pool party last, no pants needed. This jacket makes all the statement I need.”
Gavin put his fingers over his mouth and took in the scene, cause it was a scene. “Khan. You need to go home and sleep this off. You’re trashed.”
“Nah, baby, I have to tell you something. That I love you so fuckin’ much. All these hot guys, these club guys – they ain’t got nothing on you. I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night, seeing your face on everyone in the room. Imagine you cuddling up to me, nuzzling my shoulder of his fuzzy coat… I want to be with you. I want you to be there when I’m home.”
Gavin sighed softly. “Khan. We hooked up a couple times. We had a spark. But I don’t date people who sell drugs.”
“Baby~ I told you it’s day trading.”
“Funny. The markets open at 9:30 am, and you are always asleep at that time.”
Khan made a tsk noise and looked away.
“Look, you’re hot, you’re hung. The sex was amazing. But you’re reckless. And you ain’t straight with me.” Gavin pointed at himself. “I’m not some stupid, hot piece of ass, gold diggin’ ho, whose dick overrides their brain. I’m embarrassed I gave you I gave you that impression enough that you’d think this little stunt would work, cause it clearly has on others before.”
Khan opened his mouth and held up his hands, but Gavin held up a manicured finger. “It’s 7:30 in the morning. You need to go to bed. I need to go work. You want to date me, you better work on yourself first.”

Gavin turned down the sidewalk and up his driveway. He heard applause and was startled to see his neighbor standing on the porch holding a chancla. “You tell him, Gavey! You want me to throw this at him?”
Gavin turned red. “No, Mama Maria, but thank you. He’s going now.”
“Oh come on Gavin,” Khan pleaded. “Think about it at least! Let’s just go out, I’ll work on myself, we can talk it through!”
Gavin stopped with his hand on his car. “I’ll think about you when I need a one night stand. But that’s all.” And then he got into his car and backed out.

At a red light, Gavin exhaled and tilted his head back. Hard to leave such a beautiful man and such a nice cock behind. Good sex wasn’t worth that drama though. “Guess this club boy has finally grown up.” Gavin felt a bit sad about that and changed the music to Daft Punk. “This club boy still has good taste in music at least.”

One week later, Gavin met the man he would eventually marry. He was, actually, a day trader, and owned a lovely pink cardigan.

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by ccallenreese

nightnewspecial:

Best way to wake up

Your parents were gonna go stay at their friends house on the lake for the weekend, and you had the place to yourself. Your mom even winked at you on the way out when she said: if you want to have some of your college buddies over, just clean up after yourselves.

Ugh, was she suggesting a literal pity party cause you didn’t have a huge group of friends? Your goal at college wasn’t to party, it was to study and graduate early. Yet your mom seemed to be under the impression you struggled at your social life, probably because all your friends just so happened to be guys. Oh, you realize, she probably thinks you’ll throw a party to hook up with some chick. Ugh. That was worse. Supervising a party of fratbros and sorority sisters and trying to prevent them from destroying your parents’ house was not your idea of a fun weekend.

But you did have an inkling of what could be a fun weekend. You just had to call Joseph. “Hey, my parents are out of town for the weekend. Wanna come fuck over here for once? We can be as loud as we want… and there’s a pool.”
Joseph didn’t need to think twice. “I’ll pack an overnight bag. I was hoping you’d call man. Been needing a fuck, man.”
“Glad to hear that. Missin’ your tight body something fierce. We’ve been studying so hard, this weekend we reward ourselves.”

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“Who the fuck are you?” David demanded.
“Uh.” James pulled the glass away from his mouth. “Your roommate’s side piece?”
“Oh you must be James.”
“Yeaaahh. Nice to meet you.”
David pulled a box of cereal out of the cabinet. “Likewise. Where’s Matt?”
“He went to pick up some stuff from the store and breakfast from some cafe down the street.”
“Oh.” David let his eyes rove from his tossed blond hair to that bubble ass. “Wanna fuck?”
James looked taken aback. “That’s brazen. He should be back soon.”
“Eh. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
James set the water down and watched David get a box of cereal out of the cupboard. “How fast can you cum?”
David grinned. “Thirty seconds, once hard.”
“How fast can you get hard?”
David turned. “Half way there.”
James thought. He dropped the towel. “Hurry up stud.”
“Oh fuck yeah, god you’re hung! Turn around.”
“Like a horse,” James boasted. He put his hands on the counter.
“Matt sure knows how to pick em.” David grabbed the jar of coconut oil out of the cupboard, poured some on his hand, and got to work. “You still stretched?”
“Yeah we fucked like three times last night.”
“Damn that little bastard sure has stamina…”
James laughed. “Yeah but he only came once.”
“That makes me feel better. Going in.”
“And you’re bigger!”
David groaned. “Only when hard. Fuck, your ass is a big ol peach!” He put his slick hands on his James’ hips and railed him hard against the counter. No time for finesse. He fucked him with the pace he took with his own hand, only this time that hand was wrapped around a rather perk prick that wasn’t his own. “Goddamn…”
“Keep going stud!”
David quickly began to pant as he fucked as if the world were ending. “Oh there it is…there it iiiiiis~” he exhaled in bliss as the orgasm peaked. He smacked that butt. “Nnnffff…. fuck. Yeah there it is. I can never last long with an ass gripping me like you did.”
James moaned. “Good. God, I love feeling that heat inside me.”
“I love putting it in you.” David pulled out, and tucked himself back in his shorts. “What was my time?”
“28 seconds.”
David punched the air.
“Finish me off, you jackass.”
“Oh right right.” David returned his hand to that pretty cock and gave him some twisting grips and hard pulls until his hand began to cramp. James sucked air between his teeth and shot all over the counter. “Awh yeah that’s it! I’m coming! Nnn! Aaahhh.”
“Is it all out stud?”
“Yeah there wasn’t much to start with.”
David borrowed a moment to cop a good feel of James’ cock and balls before dropping his hand. “Fuck, Matt is gonna be home any second.”
He ripped a piece of paper towel off and began to clean the cum up.
“Ah shit, the oil’s on my hips.”
“Use the dish towel. Wait, hold still, there’s some cum dripping down your crack…”
“Fuck we should have used a condom.”
“No time.”
They heard the key in the lock.
“Fuck,” David hissed. He threw the paper towel away and made sure his pants were buttoned.
James used the bath towel to wipe his hips, then tucked the towel around his waist and brushed back his hair.

Matt walked into David opening a box of cereal and James sipping water.
“Welcome back, babe,” James said. “Need help?”
“Nah, I got it. You’re up early David. I see you met James?”
“Yeah. Nice piece of eye candy.”
“He’s mine. Get your own.”
“Yeah yeah whatever. Come on, James, let’s go eat.”
David caught James’ gaze and they both grinned.

Matt paused. “What smells like coconut oil?”
David about died. “Uhh. I was telling James that I use it for my skin sometimes. We were talking about how his skin was dry for the shower.”
“Yeah he like slapped some on me too. Rude.”
“Pft. Sounds like David. Keep your hands to yourself.”
David stuck his tongue out at James. James smirked at him and went off to have breakfast with Matt.

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by ccallenreese

dutchgayboy2000:

“I’m such a horny boy…” Dylan climbed onto the seat. “I need a really really experienced man to handle me.” Dylan pushed his ass out. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with a man, and not a boy.”
Roger twisted his wrist as he slid his grip up and down his cock. “God you are a slutty boy. You know what you want, know what you need, and you don’t have time to waste on someone just looking to get off.”
“No, I’m tired of boys and inexperienced beta men who don’t satisfy me.” Dylan arched his back. “Someone told me my ass is too small. Is it?”
“No you have a beautiful ass, boy. So round and peachy. I love a white boy’s ass. When you smack it, the red hand prints last for hours…”
Dylan parted his knees and brought himself up against the wall, with the intention of looking sultry and to get him into position for a butt shake. “Your cock looks so tempting… you think you can– Ew! There’s a bug back there.”
“Yeah I can – wait, what?” Roger blinked. “A bug?”
“Yeah it’s HUGE. And very dead. Ewwww!”
Roger grunted. “That’s not very sexy. Fucking cockblocked by a bug…”  He stood up, dick in hand, and sauntered over the little table. He peered behind it. “Oh yeah. Ew. It is huge. Looks like a palmetto bug. Or a cockroach.”
“Ew ew ew!” Dylan whined in a queeny tone, flailing his hands.

“I’ll get it,” Roger said. He pulled table out, pushed the bug into a paper cup with a tissue, shoved the tissue into the cup, and threw it out. He then bagged the trash up and set it outside the room, careful to not show his nudity.
“There! Vanquished.”
“My hero~” Dylan sighed. He was sitting on the seat like a mermaid. He clasped his hands together and pressed them against his own cheek. “You’re so brave.”
Roger chuffed and went to wash his hands. “Not that brave.”
“But brave enough that you’ve won my affection. I’ve decided, you may have my ass. Any man who can handle a palmetto bug can handle my ass.”
“Oh fuck yes. And I didn’t even have to slay a dragon! Saves on dry cleaning.”
Dylan giggled.
Roger made a muscular pose. “The brave knight has saved the kingdom and now – I can have my prize.” While Dylan ogled, Roger strode over, dick bobbing, to where Dylan was still perched on the seat and picked him up.
“Ayeeee!” He giggled.
Roger then chucked him on the bed. “You wanna be handled huh?” He flipped Dylan over, lifted his hips up. “Get your knees under you. Wide. Wider. That’s a good boy…” Roger smacked that butt hard. “I’m not gonna stop until we get a noise complaint from the front desk!”
Dylan moaned. “Oh fuck yeah, finally! Someone who gets it!”
Roger smiled. The thought of that bug was already out of Dylan’s head, just as intended. Now he only had one thing on his mind – dick. Roger had eight thick inches that would satisfy that.

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“Hello from my new iPhone!” Juan texts.
“Did you get your new phone today?”
“Yes Sir. Thank you so much again.
“Don’t thank me. You earned it, boy.”
“But you paid for half of it. I’m grateful.”
“You’re welcome, boy, but as I said, you earned it. You have been a favorite playmate to me, and helped so much with running errands and things for work. Your old phone was a literal piece of junk. What color phone did you end up going with?”
Juan smiles at the message. “Yellow! And again, thank you Sir. Want to be the first person I send a selfie too?”
“I’d love that.”
Juan snaps a sexy shot and texts it. “See? Yellow.”
“Woah! Hot damn. Well everyone in the elevator behind me has seen your hot body, boy.”
“Oops. XD.”
“God are you entirely naked? on my bed? waiting for me?”
“I’m waiting to show you my gratitude Sir. I’m wearing a plug… let me know when you’re out of the elevator. I’ll send you that.” Juan wrote back.
“You’ve had that phone hour and you’re already sexting me…goddamn, I’m gonna get a boner at work.”
Juan smirked. “You may want to exit the elevator and take the stairs.”
“Only if you were there. Ugh why is it only 3 pm?”
“I’ll be waiting horny for you, Sir. Gonna be playin with my new phone.”
“Fuuuuck arrggh I want you.”
“I want you too Sir.”

“Say…Juan… your Apple app store works on that phone right? No glitching?”
“Fine so far! why?”
“I want you to find a vibrator we can control. With an app. I mean, that *I* can control with an app…”
“Is that a real thing Sir??”
“Oh yes it is. Welcome to the future, boy. I can make you jizz without even being home.”
“…I have no words. I am googling this right now.”

It was at that moment that Mark realized he’d missed his floor and had to wait for the elevator to cycle back.

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“What are you up to today?”
“Cleanin out my closet,” Achmed texts back.
“Getting rid of a lot?”
“Yeah. I cut the legs off a pair of old jeans to make cute shorts.”
“Short shorts?”
“Nah, like thigh length. Looks great with those yellow socks you got me.” Achmed writes back.
“Show me baby?”
Achmed sends a photo.
“That’s… a hell of a pose baby.”
“Gotta show off the length!”
“Mmn. I think that’s my new wallpaper.”
“Ahahah you ain’t serious!”
“How about I come over and you can see for sure?”
“Only if you bring food. I’m starvin! Can’t fuck on an empty stomach you know.”
“Done deal. Leave the socks on btw.”

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Brad shuffled to the door. The knocking came again. “Coming, coming, Jesus.” He opened the door. “Scoville.”
“Oh uh. You are home. Um, hi.”
Brad leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. “Why are you here? To give me blue balls again?”
Jet Scoville shuffled his foot. “No. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to run out when we started having sex…”
“Twice.”
Jet winced. “Yeah…”
“So why are you here?”
“Because I’ve been thinking. And of course, I wanted to apologize. But I realized that we’ve been seeing each other quite often, and we’ve stopped seeing other people, but like, I want to sleep you -”
Brad snorted. “Do you now.”
“Yes,” Jet squeaked. “But like, I realized that although I like you, I’m not ready to be in a relationship. I’m just not ready to be monogamous, and I feel like by having sex with you gives you the wrong idea. And I can’t do that to you. I’m sorry if telling you that hurts you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Brad digested this. “Well, that explains some things, but that was a lot of assumptions you just made.”
Jet blinked. “What?”
“You may have stopped seeing other people, but I haven’t.”
“What?” Jet said.
“Cause I never saw this as a monogamous relationship. Sure we’re friends, but I never saw us hanging out as dates. I mean, we even had other people there. I was even more confused because I was getting vibes you clearly wanted the friends-with-benefits benefits but when I made a move you freaked out. Twice.”

Jet stared.
“I’m not ready for a relationship either, Scoville,” Brad continued. “Too many hot guys out there I want to sample before I settle. Like you.”
“Like me,” Jet repeats.
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” Jet was red in the face. He had gotten himself all worked up over an imagined situation. And he could have gotten what he wanted the whole time!
Brad sighed. “Well. If you still want to fuck, I’m down for that. But like, if you’re going to take things so seriously maybe you should look somewhere else. Or like, actually talk to me.”
“It’s ok, just sex?”
Brad groaned. “Yes, goddamn it Scoville.” Brad grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards him. “Get in here. You owe me that ass.”
“Uh ok!” jet said. Everything was crystal clear now. As Brad dragged him to the bedroom, Jet realized it he really should just listen to his dick more. His brain thought too much.

After they stripped down to their boxers, Brad paused.
“What?” Jet asked.
Brad eyed him. He waited a moment. “You stayed. Good.”
Jet was surprised to Brad smiled.

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I walk into the living room with my coffee. “Oh! There you are. Your
bedroom was empty. Is that the stray lad you brought in last night?”
James nods. I can tell he’s smiling behind his hands.
“You’ve taken quite a fancy to him have you?”
James nods.
“Did you have a bit of a frolic this morning?”
James nods again.
“Well
done. You got in quite late last night too.” You eyes rove over the two
of them. Where are their clothes? And is that a sheet? “James,
honey…are you both twisted up in the sheet?”
He nods.
“Are you stuck because he’s asleep?”
He begins to giggle.
“Oh James, you poor dear. Stuck on top of a naked hunk.”
“I have to pee,” he whispers.
My turn to laugh. “Alright, let’s get you off of him without waking him.” I could tell by the pleased look on his face that he didn’t really want to get up.

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Wow. This view is NICE! Super nice. That is definitely the Eiffel Tower. Wait. The ..Eiffel Tower? Those street signs are in French. I’m in FRANCE? I woke up in Cambridge yesterday! We went to London to party… I remember that. The fuck happened? How much did I DRINK? I remember my wallet and cellphone being on the nightstand…

“Allo? Cody? Où es-tu?”
Cody’s eyes go wide and he turns to face the apartment he woke up in. “Oh my god I literally took home a French boy.”

Cody walks back into the apartment, in a daze. “Uh hi?”
The boy’s face lights. “Allo. I thought you left. You’re here.”
“Yes. Um. I have to ask – did we fuck?”
The French lad smirks. He picks up a box of condoms on the bed, then turns it upside down. One falls out. He begins to snicker.
Cody blushes. “Guess we did.”
The French guy smiles and stretches. “I hope you remember despite how much you drank. The sex was very good.”
Cody blinks. Drunk him was a stud apparently. “Merci?”
The lad chuckles. “You’re cute. You want to get breakfast? Yes?”
“Oh hell yes,” Cody agrees. “I’m feeling hung over and I’m starving. Last thing I ate was donar kebab last night.”
“Oh that was very long ago,” the man teases. He gets out of bed, not ashamed of his nudity. “I am going to go shower. Then, breakfast, and ….” he holds up the one condom on the bed. “Maybe?”
Cody grins. Drunk Cody had excellent taste in men. “Depending how I feel, we may need more.”
Both eyebrows go up. “C’est fantastique!”

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Marcus laughed at the text message. He briefly messaged this guy Corey on Grindr a few days back, but never got a reply – that is, until 2 am. At that moment, Marcus was tired and annoyed, and ignored it for sleep, but now at 2 pm this showed up. Marcus had questions. Was Corey so desperate to fuck a bloke that it took him twelve hours to accept that he’d  have to sacrifice the muffins to get it? And what did Corey mean by ‘muffins’? Was he offering to bake them? Buy some? or was Marcus expected to provide? Maybe it was some sexual term. 

A quick check to the Urban Dictionary confirmed it was slang for ‘pussy’, which just amused Marcus more. Did his Corey guy get on the wrong app? And if he meant ‘pussy’, then why was anal not hidden under some food euphemism? It wasn’t like there was a shortage. Plus, did he just want to see a vagina or did he want to have sex with one? And anal? 

Marcus decided to put his TA skills to the test. He sat down on the sofa, eating a late afternoon snack of Cap’n’Crunch in his underwear – it was too hot after his shower to put on pants – and replied:

Thesis statement severely inefficient. To what context is ‘muffins’ applied? Are you exploring acquiring or conceiving such muffins? Are you exploring ‘muffins’ as a cultural appropriate of the female body, or are you simply researching baking? Also please relate how your interest in anal – presumably anal sex? – ties to your core topics. Then he hit send.

Marcus didn’t expect Corey to respond and got distracted with Tumblr. Someone was posting hot ballet boys and he was enjoying scrolling. As he was getting down to the milk in his bowl, Corey actually responded. Marcus flipped out and opened it immediately.
Corey: WTF bro.
Marcus chuckled and texted back: Still waiting clarification over here. Were you high?
Corey replied: Nah bro…pastry arts student. Was up to 3 am yesterday testing recipes for class. We had to make muffins without any recipes. Was too horny to sleep. 
Marcus: Oooohh. 
Well, most of the mystery was gone. 
Corey added: I might have also been high, actually. You know, #bakingbaked?
Ok so, that explained it. Corey was chatty of all of a sudden.
Corey: So I was going through old Grindr messages. I missed yours.  You’re hot. I’d fuck you, bro. Still would. 

I waited for an obvious follow-up but when he didn’t, I had to beg the question.
Marcus: But…are there still muffins?
Corey sent him a photo, and Marcus had to laugh. The counter in his kitchen was piled in at least four dozen muffins. Layers of them, all haphazardly stacked and smooshed under glass domes. I may have muffins.
Marcus: Are they good?
Corey: Yeah they’re great. Just really crumbly, or sweet or something. Experiments 2, 4, 5, and 8.
Marcus: What happened to the rest.
Corey: Uh…mistakes were made. There was a fire. 
Marcus hooted. He scrolled through Corey’s photos again. Get laid now, yes or no? Hm…. His fingers flew over the keyboard: So…anal and muffins?
Corey replied instantly: Fck! Yeah! Are you a muffin top or a bottom?”
Marcus found himself liking this guy more and more. Maybe he was still high but he was entertaining. Bottom. 100% bottom twink.
Corey: U on campus?
Marcus: In Reinheart dorms.
Corey: Fuk yah. I’m in Ross Dorms. 415. Bring milk.
Marcus grinned: I just showered. Be there in ten. 

As Marcus put his bowl in the sink his roommate came home. “Oh hi Ben, bye Ben!”
“Uh hi and bye and where are you going and without pants?”
“Don’t need pants,” Marcus explained as he took the milk out of the fridge, “I’m going to the next dorm to get laid.”
“…At 2 in the afternoon?” Ben asked.
“Dude, there’s muffins involved.”
Ben perked up. “Bring me some.”
“Will do!”
“But put on pants, please. You have to go back to your room to get condoms anyway.”
“Uuuhhh fine, Dad,” Marcus said in a dramatic, queeny voice. He came out wearing pink sweatpants that said ‘Juicy’ on the ass.
Ben sighed. “Work in progress. By the way, who is this guy?”
Marcus picked up my keys on the end table. “Corey in 415. See ya!”
Ben watched his roommate go then dove for the cabinets. “Wait, wait, take a tupperware container for the muffins!”
“Oh my god Ben seriously?”
Ben shrugged. “A man’s got to have priorities.”
“And right now, mine is getting laid.” Marcus plucked the tupperware out of his outstretched hand then turned left with a smile.
“Have fun with the Muffin Man!” Ben called
“Oh fuck you seriously.” And then Marcus closed the door behind him, listening to Ben laugh to himself in the kitchen.

Corey in 415 turned out to be a hot little stud muffin himself, a somewhat husky but handsome pastry student and budding chef who spent too much time in the kitchen and not enough time in the bedroom. Marcus made sure to remedy that, as he did for the rest of the school year. His waistline was not too happy about Corey’s talents, but that’s why the gym was invented right?

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Text is 100% fictional and Corey’s personality is fictional as well. This post came from the Tumblr straightboystexting​ but it just struck a chord with me and I had to write this silly (gay) thing.