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Noah gasped and stumbled backwards, crashing into the desk and bruising his hip. The vibration surged through his nerves, up his spine, and worked its magic by loosening his limbs. He pursed full lips and whimpered, but the metal cage around his cock held firm. He must not cum. Noah heard a rustle outside the door and froze, then sighed in relief when it passed. This was technically his open office hours but the door was locked. If a student knocked, he’d eventually have to explain why he didn’t answer.

Another wave of vibration went through him. Noah put his fingers back near his pussy in some foggy headed attempt to control the power, to smooth the sweet ache. His Master knew exactly when he had time off between teaching classes and had set the vibrator to go off at the opportunite moment. Just minutes before, Noah had received a text message instructing him to strip. To do this at work, with just a door between him and the school, was terrifying and thrilling.

A soft moan slipped past his lips. He hated chastity cages, but his Master had put him into one as he dressed his pet this morning. He also bent him over and slid a vibrating bullet up his freshly washed ass. Noah’s Master wanted him to feel that grip around his cock the entire morning, so by the time that vibrator kicked in he was going to be drowning in lust.

Part of him wanted to rip that cage off and masturbate furiously. The other half of him, the half that won, clutched the desk and repeated to himself over and over: be good. Soon, that first part of him would be gone. This is what his Master wanted; it pleased him to know he could control his boy from afar. Noah hoped one day the training collar he wore at home would be replaced by a real collar. That would never happen if he couldn’t surrender his body’s sex drive to his Master’s hands. Noah had heard so many wonderful rumors about anal sex, hands-free orgasms, and the effects of temporary denial, but they all required another man – a superior man with a superior cock to wean him off his addiction to self pleasure.

Noan’s trapped cock leaked long strings of pre-cum. A shudder went through him as light orgasm rippled outwards from his prostate. He covered his mouth to quiet a groan. Something was happening, building, building, building. His cock felt like it was going to explode out of its restraint any second. He clenched his ass cheeks together, which made the vibrations ten times more amazing. It felt wonderful. It was coming, it was almost here, any second-! …And then it stopped.

“No!” he gasped, panting. “Noo….fuck I wanna cum, oh god Sir let me cum please,” he begged, but no one was there. Noah let out a frustrated sob. His cock was almost purple, and there was a puddle on the floor. Then, his phone rang. He dove for it.

On the other line, his Master chuckled. “Let me hear how horny you are boy.”
“Please Sir, please, turn the vibration back on, please I was so close, I was so. close. to having an anal orgasm please, oh god. I’m so horny, the room is spinning. Holy shit.”
“No…it will stay off.”
Noah whined in a loud, petulant way.
“I want that bullet nudging your prostate through-out the afternoon. We are having an early dinner with a bunch of other Masters and I intend to fuck you over the table for dessert. I want them to see your helpless trapped cock and all the mess you’ve made in your underwear. Is it damp?”
“Very Sir,” he leaned against the desk to catch his breath. “There is so much precum on the floor. uugh I want to jerk off so badly!”
“But you won’t.”
A helpless, frustrated noise passed his lips. “No. No I won’t Sir. I’m going to be good, just…very horny.”
“Yes,” he exhaled, “That’s what I want. Good slave. Now, take a picture of all the mess you made and send it to me. Then, clean it up, and get dressed. You have class in forty minutes and you have to eat and be presentable.

Noah replied with a submissive "Yes Sir”. They chatted a little longer and hung up. Noah set the phone down on the table and heaved a sigh of major frustration. The urge to climax was fading but he was hornier than ever. He wrapped his hands around his cock and felt nothing but the metal.
“Fuck.” He couldn’t. He couldn’t cum. His hand dipped to cup his balls; they were hot and swollen. The old part of Noah should have been somewhat humiliated at the idea of being fucked over a table in front of a bunch of Master’s friends, but now he couldn’t wait. His Master would be so pleased with his body and it would feel so very, very good.

Teaching the afternoon class on astrophysics was going to be a challenge, though. Maybe in 40 minutes the blush would have faded from his cheek and the pre-cum would stop dripping. 

Noah reached for his underwear. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

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A typical Friday night of foosball and football on the TV becomes that special night when you finally get that boy. When a playful kiss ends up more than just an impulse, and suddenly you’re allowed to undress him and his penis is jutting out in front of his body expecting your attention. Something about seeing his cock and balls hanging and protruding on display turns any doubts about this off, and your brain puts all other functions on ‘hibernate’ so it can devote all its energy to sex.

You get your arms around him, cradling his torso, one hand sliding down to his thigh. You want his cock, and he wants you to have it. He’s acting like a woman, parting his legs, trying to encourage you to give attention to his pussy. It turns you on in dizzying, incredible ways to know that a man is expecting you to take him, that he’s silently accepted you as the dominant one.

The high lasts for nearly an hour, a two man orgy of touching, caressing, kissing, and sucking. Not an inch left unexplored, no erogenous zone neglected. The sex lasts maybe ten minutes but you know the penetration is just the finale. By the time you reach the breeding, the pulling his hips flush with yours so you can get deeper in him part, you are just an animal recreating what your ancestors have been doing for millennia.

He’s very hot, and very malleable in your hands. His penis feels like a silk flower in your fingers, his balls soft permissions heavy on the branch. Wetness is everywhere.

The next morning you both convince yourselves it was a dream and never reconnect on Fridays again. You don’t see each other for nearly 15 years, until one day he finds you online, and messages you out of the blue: “Do you still wonder if it was real or not?”
Your heart leaps at his message and you reply: “Every day.”
“Do you ever wish it were real?”
“Every day.”
“555-921-8266.”

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Text is fictional. Need the source please.

What are the kinkiest things y’all have been doing lately and go into details. Lots of sexy details

What are the kinkiest things y’all have been doing lately and go into details. Lots of sexy details

pupnobley:

Fuck, I just typed a looong story on my phone, and it got lost while saving it in my drafts.. Damn. Lets do it again quickly, so beware of spelling mistakes and stuff:

Anyhow, yesterday we did got kinky after a fun day with friends. The moment we stepped through the door, my boyfriend ordered me to undress and go to the bathroom to take a shower. Though, what I wasn’t expecting was a golden one! As my bf unzipped his pants, he ordered me to kneel and open my mouth, which he’d never asked before. Luckily he aimed at my open mouth for just a brief moment, but it was enough to get the taste and it set the tone for the rest of the evening. I was not going to be in charge..

We took the plastic wrap again, with some additional pieces of tape for extra tightness. I was already leaking from my unlocked cock when he started to wrap me up fully. Only my mouth and cock were left free. My cock for obvious teasing purposes and my mouth for multiple reasons, like some sucking, throat fucking, kissing and breath control. To explain the latter: For some moments my boyfriend put a little plastic bag over my mouth hole, or his hand. It’s a new and intense way of not being in control, but I totally trust my boyfriend, who is always sensible and cautious at these moments, taking things very slowly step by step. It was hot and intimate, experimenting with this new thing..
Then my cock got some attention. It was dribbling precum already, but when my bf started to thumb my dick for two minutes straight, I went mental. Especially when I got ordered to lay still and shut up, otherwise I would be given a ruined orgasm daily for a week, something I wasn’t so keen on after 16 days of denial. Fortunately I managed to overcome his torture fairly well. ^^

So much more happened though, I can’t name it all. He got out some dildos to play with himself right next to me, while I was still bound and blinded.. That was the most teasing thing ever, hearing him moan softly in your ear, knowing he’s playing with some toys, but you can’t do anything but listen. So evil!
Apparently he was prepping for taking a ride on my dick, as he did next. Then after a while, he pushed me on my tummy, ripped the foil around my ass and started fucking me roughly. Every time he felt close to cumming, he pulled out but kept fucking me with the biggest dildo we have until he could go for a few more minutes. He really kept my ass busy that way, making me sweat heavily in my plastic cocoon. After about twenty minutes he couldn’t contain himself anymore and he shot his load in my sloppy hole, exhausted.
He thought I had been a good boy, so he quickly turned me over and jerked me to my first orgasm in over two weeks, which of course was heavenly!

Well then, here are some kinky details for y’all! ^^
Though, I hope this one doesn’t get lost in Tumblr limbo as well. *keepsfingerscrossed*

Bye! X

Somewhere in the Netherlands, a boy got laid.

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When my Sir – I call him Sir because I respect him – comes home from working hard all day, I feel it is my obligation to guide him to back to sanity. He works in the emergency room of our county hospital, dealing with things I can’t even begin to imagine. Home is his sanctuary, so it’s inconsiderate to bother him immediately with annoying things from my day or to pester him helplessly that I’m hungry. I take initiative around here. I make dinner and keep the house clean so all he has to do is come through the door, accept his plate and his glass of wine, undo his tie, and sink into his favorite chair.

I’ll often rub his shoulders or his feet as well. Sometimes, when he’s finished he sets the tray aside, leans back, and undoes his pants for me. I take the hint immediately and blow him for dessert.

I know my Sir. I can tell by the tone of voice when he calls me, or texts me, that sometimes he needs something more than just being spoiled during dinner.

He’ll come home, exhausted after a brutal shift, headachy from florescent lights and a belly full of greasy cafeteria pizza and energy drinks. He’ll climb the stairs like it’s Mt. Everest, dragging his feet. The look of sheer appreciation when he comes through our bedroom door and finds me spread open and anticipating his cock makes my crazy happy. He just groans, so grateful I read his mind. My ass is his, my balls are full for him, all he has to do is grab the lube and bury his meat between the cleft of my ass. Instant stress relief, just insert tab a into slot b. He’ll pound out all his frustrations and failures of the day away and shoot the negative energy out into a condom. I always discard it with a smirk.

Yup, I definitely know what my Sir needs and desires. They say he has the lowest fatality rate in his ER, despite how over-worked and fatigued he often gets. His co-workers think of him as a god-like figure, the master of the crash cart, the wizard of intubation. Let them wonder. I’m sure they’d be surprised to know that it is a naked boy who aurifies Dr. Ashcroft’s talent for medicine.

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My friend Sarah had always had trouble holding down jobs and homes, from what I suspected were issues with drugs and alcohol. After yet another eviction, she showed up on my door step with a packed truck and her son. His presence startled me. Jacob was just a scrawny pre-teen when I saw him last. He was nearly a man physically now, but still so boyish. Despite his mother’s failings, Jacob looked healthy and well muscled under a too-small T-shirt and jeans. He made my cock swell immediately, which made it difficult to have a rather serious discussion with Sarah about what she was doing at my door.

Same ol’, same ol’ – “bad” bosses, “evil” landlords, never her fault ever. We had been friends since college, but that Sarah I knew was gone. I told her Jacob could stay, because instability is never good for a young man, but not her. I knew druggies – eventually something would go missing, then something else, and then finger-pointing and blame games would begin. Then, getting her to move out… nope. Wasn’t gonna do it. I paid for a week in a motel for her, and helped her move Jacob’s stuff into my guest room. If she cared about her son, she would take that week and get her life together. I didn’t have high hopes.

I laid down ground rules for Jacob. He was to get a part time job, get his GED, and start community college. I set a curfew and told him he wasn’t too old for spankings. Jacob made me a bit edgy – he always looked at me a bit too hungrily, always chewing on his bottom lip like he wanted to just tackle and eat me. The idea of a spanking seemed to excite him instead of freaking him out.

For the most part, Jacob seemed to be – fortunately – a stable boy. He found a job in a coffee shop and worked on schoolwork, kept his room clean, helped out with chores. I let him go to concerts and break curfew once in a while. I began to wonder if that boy had an alternative agenda though.

He always walked around in these tighty whities, sometimes even brazen enough to sport a half erection and a wet spot in the front. Sometimes if there was like chocolate on his finger or something, he’d spend too much time sucking on it if he knew I was watching. Jacob’s eyes always spent too much time on my ass. He’d come home from the school gym sweaty and hot, stripped to the waist, and linger far too long before disappearing in the direction of the bathroom. For his birthday, he asked for a sex toy. I got him a giftcard to a sex store and didn’t ask questions. He looked disappointed I didn’t.

One morning before work, I woke up horny in a way that only comes once in a while. I think it’s one of those left-overs from our primal days. You wake up with a huge, throbbing boner and your balls feel like big heavy stones. I humped my hand until I came, soiling my sheets, then rolled over to the side and stroked myself in slow tugs.
My mind began to wander since I was in less of a hurry now. I was horrified that they were drifting to Jacob, and the fantasy of his young sculpted body spread out beneath me as I pounded his ass into the bed over and over. No doubt, he’d writhe and beg for it harder, squeezing my cock with such grip that not a drop would spill from his hole I was fucking. I suddenly gasped and shot again onto my belly. I dipped my fingers into the mess and stared at them, muzzy headed. I hadn’t had two orgasms in a row in years, so I was pretty sure that would be the end of it. He was more than a decade younger than me. Not healthy.

I peeled myself out of bed and forced myself into the shower. By the time I was done, I found myself petting my dick with the towel. I sighed and forced myself to stop. I would never get my pants closed like that. Once I recovered and got dressed, the urge to jack off had mostly passed but I still felt a little hot under the skin. What the hell was going on with me?

I prayed to god that Jacob had one of his early morning shifts at the coffee shop today, that he’d be off at the gym, or still in bed. I couldn’t see him this morning, not after masturbating to him. Yet, there he was, in his tighty whities, eating a bowl of cereal while swaying and grooving around the kitchen to an Arctic Monkeys song on the radio. I gawked at him. Was he even aware of how sexy he looked? Fuck, I coulda sworn I could smell him from here. So young, so much virility.

My cock began to betray me again, and in slacks, there is no way to hide it. Before I could run though, Jacob noticed me. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all, he just turned down the volume a bit and put his bowl in the sink.

“Hey, good morning, Mr. Bell. Cereal? Toast?”
“Good morning. In a minute. Listen, Jacob-,” I began, stopping myself when I heard how husky my voice had sounded. Christ, what was I gonna say? ‘I wanna fuck you?’ Jacob gave me a confused look and hopped up onto the counter.
“What is it Mr. Bell?”
“Matthew’s fine, Jacob.” I sighed and ran my hand through my buzz cut which was growing out. Before I could say something of substance, Jacob noticed the bulge in my pants. His eyes went from it, to my face, then back down again, and back up. An eyebrow went up. He licked his bottom lip. Shit.
“Jacob, are you gay?” I blurted out.
Surprise lit his face. “You couldn’t tell?”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “So you have been seducing me?”
“Guilty as charged. You know, when Sarah said we were going to her friend Matt’s house, I was really annoyed at her for making us move again. When she told me you were gay though, I thought maybe it might not be so bad – but damn, didn’t expect you to be so hot. I’ve been looking for a man to …hm, teach me a few things. But you don’t seem to be interested.”
I adjusted my package and walked over to him. “Oh I’m interested, Jacob. You’re just so much younger than me, so innocent. You’re on your own, away from your mother, I figured you needed some time to sexually explore yourself you know? I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you, but fuck I think you want me to.”
He purred. “I do.” He scooted his butt backwards on the counter more and parted his knees. I groaned. My sex drive was screaming to take him. I moved between him and put both hands on his thighs, caressing them.
“Are you a virgin?” I whispered softly.
“I fooled around with some of the boys in the locker room, but none of them have ever fucked me.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growled, sliding both hands over his hips and grabbing a handful each of his rock-hard ass. Inside the confines of my pants, my cock was so hard I was dripping pre-cum down the inside of my leg.
He groaned and rolled his hips forward in my grasp, “You promise?”
I answered him by moving in for a kiss, my fingers pulling down his underwear away from his ass. His lips stuck to mine like glue, our tongues fencing together as we pushed our mouths together. He tasted like milk and cinnamon. With the pretenses gone, it was blatantly obvious what we both wanted and needed.

Jacob was on fire in my hands. He wiggled so I could pull off his underwear. I tossed them away, but before I could plan my next move, Jacob grabbed my hand and stuck it between his legs. I was too busy kissing him to see his cock, but hell my fingers told me all I needed to know. About five inches of hard and fat, uncircumcised meat throbbed in my fingers. My touch wandered from his trimmed hair down to his balls, pulled high in their sac and each as round as an egg. I played with these first, making him keen and twist in my grip. He pleaded with me not to stop as his kisses wandered down my jaw. I suddenly felt wetness, and realized Jacob was leaking pre-cum too. My hand traveled back up to his ignored and cock, but instead of just grabbing him, I teased him by roving my fingertips by base to tip. He yelped and bucked, dribbling pre-cum like a broken faucet.

“Holy fuck, Mr. Bell!” he gasped, curling his toes. “That feels amazing!”
Matthew,” I insisted, capturing his mouth again and I rolled the glans between my thumb and pointer finger like I was sprinkling salt. Jacob’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he grabbed my wrist, nothing but a silent gasp coming out of his throat. He really was inexperienced. Jacob didn’t need a father at this age, he needed a man to teach him about the potential of his body. I wanted nothing more than to be that man.

“I’m gonna-!” he warned me. My hands fell away and he whined. “No no don’t stop!”
I needed both hands to get my pants undone; I nearly ripped the button off in the process. I tore the zipper down and hefted out my erection. I was at least an inch longer than him. Jacob’s eyes went huge at the sight of it. “Oh Matthew, you’re fucking huge.”
I grinned. “I hope you’re not getting second thoughts.” I kissed him again and again, and pressed up against him, between his legs. His cock was searing hot against mine; I pulled him close to me with both hands on his ass. I frotted against him with unbridled passion, our seed mingling, making our groins slick. Jacob was making the most sensual noises now, bleating and gasping, moaning and groaning. I still had one more surprise for him though. I licked one of my digits and slid it between the globes of his ass, fingering his entrance in little circles. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Jacob screamed as he came, tense in my embrace, his muscles seizing. He hooked one leg around me, holding me in place, as I rubbed my cock against him and teased his ass from the back as he exploded.

It was hard to tell whose mess was whose, there was just so much cum everywhere. My pants were now completely soiled, but I wasn’t planning on going in to work for a while. Jacob was softening underneath me, but that third orgasm of the day hadn’t done a single thing to quell the beast in me. Jacob rested his head on my shoulder, his torso heaving, his body limp.
“Hey…are you alright boy?” I asked.
“Fuck,” was all he could say, “I’ve never…cum….like that…”
Pride blossomed in me. “It’s what happens when you trust a more experienced man.” Jacob sat up, and I cupped his jaw in my hands. I gave him a sweet kiss, then nuzzled his cheek. “You wanna get some water, then go up to my bedroom?”

His eyelids fluttered open. “Your …bedroom?”
I chuckled. “Yes Jacob, I’m not gonna fuck you in the kitchen. Plus, we need to get cleaned up, and I have to prepare you.”
“Wait wait – don’t you have to go to work?”
I looked at the clock. Late anyway. “I’m gonna take the morning off. Something at home needs my attention a lot more.”
Jacob smiled. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes. You’ve been ignored for too long. Someone needs to give you the attention you deserve. I cupped his balls in my hand. "Plus, it’s not like it’s a huge inconvenience.”
He ‘mmm’ed’ at my touches. “I’m gonna get fucked.”
“Yes, yes you are.”
“Will you carry me upstairs?”
“Of course, Jacob, it would be my pleasure.”

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Text is fictional. Thought you guys deserved some long erotica to start the week. This was from a porno by Man Royale; it’s called An Afternoon Delight and it features Ethan Slade and James Ryder. The original photo is in color. More pics from the set here.

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I texted him first: Hey – did you mean what you said on the profile? ‘Dinner and a Dominant Man wanted?’
Andre: Hells yes I did 😉 Sooo sick of cafeteria food here at the dorms. I miss home cooked food, and I need a hard fucking to get all this tension out of my muscles from studying for mid-terms. If you bring me food, I’ll put out for you all night long!

I stared at the response. Either sluts are getting younger and bolder or he was an extremely clever whore who had snuck into a college dorm. I pondered this.
Me: Well, I can take control in the bedroom if you want. But if you’re really a student at Rojo U, then send school ID and driver’s license so I know you’re not jailbait.
Andre: Mmm if I do, what are you gonna make me for dinner? I saw ur profile pic, you’re damn delicious looking on your own but a boy has to eat.
I actually scoffed. I wonder how often this worked for him. Me: Well, I hunt in the winter, so I got venison steak, I can make a mushroom risotto, and maybe a rainbow chard/baby green salad with raspberry vinaigrette?

The response came within minutes.
Andre: O.M.G. I am absolutely drooling, that sounds so fucking good. I can be dessert ;). Here are my IDs babe. Last name edited out, but u can see my birthday and my school! Rojo pride!
I opened the images. He was a cutie, and legal indeed at 20. Still 9 years my junior but hey, if the way into his pants was through his stomach I might just be game.
Me: Thanks for sending that over fast. Yep, you’re def who you say you are. But… I’m 29, I’m not sure I should still be sleeping with college boys. Probably should be with real men my age. What do you think? I was playing him, yes, but I had a feeling he’d know it and love it.
I wasn’t expecting another text image of the brunet posing in a public dorm bathroom with a proud boner jutting out from plump balls at a 45 degree angle. He had flat, rippled abs and a defined iliac crest – my weakness. My cock began to rise the longer I stared at that photo. I could split him in half and make his whole floor hear him being rammed. Or, he could spend the night here. I had a feeling he’d love it either way.

Andre sent a text to go with it: You want this? 😉
My cock took over for me: Fuck yeah I do. You want a dominant man? I will teach you what it’s like to be fucked by a man and not a boy. You want to feel a big cock sliding in and out of you, bringing you to  ecstasy, making you beg for more?
Andre: Fuck yeah I do, babe. When can you come over? I’m sitting in my dorm room playing with myself, so horny!
Me: I need time to make the meal, defrost the steak. Come over tomorrow night ok? I’ll bring condoms.
Andre: Tomorrow?? But I’m horny now! :((

I raised an eyebrow. Goodness, how long has it been since he’d had a dick?
Me: I know slutty boys always have a favorite toy. Why don’t you play with it and send me some pictures.
Andre: Grrr so horny! Fine, I’ll do that – but you better be amazing! 
I text him back a photo of my own engorged cock with my fist around it to show off its size. Me: Be good, you’ll get this after dinner.
Andre: Madre de dios
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I had to laugh. He was so silly, a twinky little college boy and a big nelly bottom. He sent me some sexy, shameless photos of him naked and fucking himself with an impressive dildo; I enjoyed jacking off to them.

The next day I tidied the house and whipped up a good meal. After Andre came over, we wasted no time giving eachother hand jobs and kissing in the kitchen. He was so small compared to me, and the way my large hands looked roaming over his genitals drove me absolutely wild. It was a struggle to break away from his sweet mouth for dinner.

We somehow managed to eat like civil people. We even managed small talk and kept clothes on from the salad to coffee. When the last dish went into the dishwasher though, I looked up and saw the way Andre was looking at me. That’s when I knew I’d fed the machine of lust in him and given him plenty of energy to burn on his back, legs in the air, bent over furniture, anyway I could do him. And trust me, I fucked his brains out in nearly every room in my house, including the shower. Boy simply could not get enough of my meat in his ass, even when he ran out of cum. Around 3 am, I tucked an exhausted, wobbly legged twink with a stretched hole into bed and cuddled up next to him.

I woke up to him humping me at 8 am and begging for permission to ride me. I began to wonder if he’d taken a drug, but he claimed he hadn’t. He said he was just…pent up. Well, I couldn’t say no. I let him ride me until his toes curled and he came all over my chest.

Andre never really left. He goes to school still, handles the chores, and puts out in exchange for a discount in rent. I’m the cook and the provider of cock, and he is happy as a harlot can be. Might just be a temporary thing while he’s in school, but damn is it nice to have a slut around the house.

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Text is fictional. Source is here, but that’s not the original source. The boy is Aiden Summers, twink extraordinaire of Helix Studios.

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“Ohhh fuck yeah, I’m in! – It’s in, it’s in, god baby you swallowed me right to the hilt,” I purr.
“Ah–ow ow! Nng!” he crunches his face up.
“Shit, that was a bit fast wasn’t it? Are you ok, babe?”
“Yeah just…nnng,,” he holds his breath for a long moment and releases it, panting softly. “Gimme a sec. You’re in. You’re actually in me. I ..can feel you, it feels huge.”
I smile. “You flatter me. Are you in pain?”
“No just…I need a moment to adjust. Feels good. Feels hot.” He pulls my face close and kisses me.
I return it slowly while watching his face contort. I can feel him clench and squeeze around me, making my dick swell even more. “Relax, just relax. You feel amazing, babe, like this thick velvety glove around me.” I nuzzle his face, nose to nose. “Can you feel it too?”
“Oh yeah…I can feel it throbbing, the pulse. I do that to you?”
“Yeah babe you do,” I chuckle. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too – there’s no one else I’d trust to do this with. God you feel so huge! Fuuu. There. It – …it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Feels…kinda good, actually, to be full.”
“I can start moving?”
“Fuck yeah,” he replies, getting bold.
I capture his mouth in my own and pull out before pushing back into his body, pressing him against the cool glass of the window. A groan spills from his throat as his ass pulls me in. His swollen cock poking into my stomach dribbles pre-cum down the shaft with every thrust.

I waited two years for him to be ready for intercourse. I used to curse the days I was horny and had nothing to put my dick in, but I’d just tell myself it’d be worth it one day to wait for him. He had to be ready, he had to be horny, he had to offer himself to me; if I rushed it, I would spoil the moment and it’d be lost forever. I’m so glad I waited. My virgin lover has become a man today, not because I was horny, but because he asked me to make him one. He is spread open and hard for me, and taking him is as sweet as I always feverishly fantasized it would be.

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Text is fictional. Photo comes from Mr. Jones Films, and the men are Brandon Jones And Dominic Pacifico. More pictures and trailers at an unofficial link here. Original website is flash, so I can’t direct link, but it’s here.

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Damn…he is gorgeous. That is a man. Who is that? Is that our new neighbor? I don’t remember Ms. Kramer moving out or seeing a sign in her yard. Why is he riding her horses around our lake? Maybe he’s ranch help. He’s riding bareback. That pinto has to be taller than 15 hands but, damn, he’s controlling it with just his legs. Not using the reins at all. Wow, look at the way the sweat gleams on his body when the sun hits him the right way. …What the hell is doing?

Is he unzipping his pants? Oh my god, he is not – …he is! He’s masturbating! On horseback! Shit, he doesn’t know I’m watching does he? Wow… look at the size of his pecker. He’s just playing with it so slowly… god I wish he’d do that to me. Stroke…stroke…stroke…a man like that is probably uncut. I bet he fills out a pair of 501s real nice. Big and huge, and shameless about it too. Gosh, I wish this was a romance novel, he’d come right over and-

Shit, what did I come out here for again? Oh yeah, to get the laundry off the line. Well, ma and pa won’t be home for a bit longer now, I think it wouldn’t hurt to watch a little while longer… besides if I move, he might see me. Gosh, I wish I could be a real man like that. Shit, even if I were even half the man he is, I’d just be a welp in his eyes. I’d be his bitch for sure. I wouldn’t be able to say no, he’d just handle me and throw me down like a helpless little calf. Gosh, I feel oddly warm…

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Text is fictional.