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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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chastitysuitandtie:

You thought those gala events were boring, but you still went only for the drunk tuxedos and rich cock.

James stood outside of the hotel, waiting for his breathing to regulate. It was cool, nearly cold out here, and it helped take the heat out of his skin. He took the napkin he was holding and wiped his brow with it. It was a bad idea to drink that champagne. He glanced at his watch. His early. Too early. The party was in full swing, but he couldn’t go back in there. He was a walking target for power-hungry women in this industry. James knew everyone in that room knew how much an advisor in the finance industry made. He swore he felt the hands of at least twelve women on his arm tonight. You’re single, James? What are you doing on Friday James? You should stop by sometimes, James, my husband thinks so highly of you… James, did you meet my daughter?

It had been so hot in there. Then, he overheard his boss’s daughter talking to some politician hopeful about how she would donate to help keep the gays from getting power in the city… It was 1994, who in fuck still talked that way?

James exhaled. He wasn’t going back there. Truth was, he didn’t want to go back to work. His doctor said if James didn’t do something, the ulcer in his stomach would get worse.

James had taken a taxi to the hotel like everyone in New York, but trading a stuffy ballroom for a cab made him freak out again. He began to walk. The further he walked, the better he felt. The cold numbed his fingers and fogged his breath, but the panic subsided. He wanted to keep walking forever.

You can’t get far in dress shoes, and even when James began to feel sore, he kept going. When he bothered to look up at the street signs, he was astonished to see he’d walked thirty New York City blocks. Jesus. James sighed. What was he doing? Without a goal, there couldn’t be a journey. As he turned the corner, Jack saw a sign that caught his attention.

It just said ,”Boots”. It appeared to be a bar. A bar with a lot of hot men mingling outside. Jack recognized how they dressed from the magazines he kept in secret. Tight jeans. Tight tanktops. Jack swallowed. Was this where he was meant to be? Was this his destination? Only one way to find out. He walked past the men who were looking at him and went inside.
“Woah did he just run off from a wedding?” one asked.
“He has a nice ass,” another said.

The bar was dim and dance music was playing. Hungry eyes considered him from the bar. James’ head spun at the smell of machismo and leather and suddenly he had to throw up all of that champagne. He ran to the bathroom and made it to the sink just in time, emptying his gut into the sink. “Shit,” he muttered. He instantly felt better though. He washed out his mouth and splashed water on his face. His knees felt like jelly. James stumbled into a stall, put the lid down on the toilet, and sat on it. He closed his eyes and heaved a huge sigh. Things couldn’t stay the same.

As James was thinking, the bathroom door opened and closed. Someone walked into the stall next to him.
“Someone in there?” a low male voice said.
“Uh, yeah,” James said, surprised.
“You wanna be a friend?” the man asked.
James wasn’t sure how to answer – when all of a sudden, a rather large cock thrust through a hole in the wall. James startled. It was so weird to just seeing a bare cock just sticking out of a wall! It was a really nice looking cock though…
The man pushed his balls through. James just stared.
“I’m looking for company tonight,” the man on the other side said again.
“You feel alone too?” James asked the cock.
“Yeah,” the man said.
“What do you do about it?” James followed up.
There was a pause. “You can choose to be alone, but if I chose that, I’d just kill myself. I’m happy to be gay, because I can always go make friends. It helps hold me over until I can find someone to be with.”
James found himself unable to tear his eyes off the man’s erection. “Being gay doesn’t impact your work life?”
“I build stages and sets. In my line of work, it doesn’t matter who you fuck as long as you do your damn job.”
“I need a job like that,” James muttered.
“Well, go get one. Stand up for yourself. You’re a queer in the big city. You fuck who you want, and do what you want. This city is ours as much as is it’s the straights. Succeeding will only piss off the haters and make us stronger.”
“Yeah,” James said, coming to a realization. “It will. I shouldn’t sacrifice myself to appease those people. I am in control of my own destiny, and I shouldn’t choose to be miserable.”
“That’s the spirit. See, you need more gay friends.”
“Yeah, I do…” James murmured. He bent his head and pressed his lips to the stranger’s cock.
He made a noise of surprise and jumped. “Woah!”

James reached up and cupped those impressive balls, suddenly wanting to give in to all of his curiosity. He slid his lips down the man’s shaft, exploring, not wanting to push himself too fast.
“Oh that’s good,” the man murmured. “I think we’re going to be good friends…”
James had to agree. This was actually pretty nice. This guy smelled kind of musky and it was making him horny. Soon he had as much of this guy’s cock stuffed in his mouth as possible and he was jacking off on the toilet. The release was one of the most cathartic experiences he’d ever had, and it seemed to flush all of the irritation out of his system. James didn’t even care that it got on his suit. He didn’t plan to wear it again anyway.

As his jaw was sore, James jerked the other man off until he too spurted. The guy grunted as cum flew. James petted him until soft, then helped cleaned up.
“You’re going to be a very good friend,” the man said.
“Can I see you?” Jack asked.
“Sure. Let me buy you a drink at the bar. You drink?”
“Anything but champagne.”

The next day, Jack marched into his boss’s office to put in his two day notice. He didn’t have things figured out quite yet, but he couldn’t figure things out working 50 hours a week. He wanted to be free. Right now, he only had a new friend, but it was a very good start.

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ultraboyhunter:

Ah, an old favorite. The Missionary Position.

The years between 13-19 are what we call the Wandering Years. This is when the temptations of consumerism, flesh, sin, and apostasy lure young men away from the Church and off the path to salvation. The Church fights hard against this to the point where they encouraged the young lads who grew up preaching the Mormon word in pairs together to betray the other at any sign of straying from the flock. Guilt, shame, and shunning was cruelest the for boys growing into fine young homosexuals. It wasn’t even their fault to be born that way, but yet they had to understood why God punished them with such a prefernce.  

Joseph didn’t believe God would punish his lambs as a reward for years of preaching his name and reading his Good Book. He believed that there was great potential in those young homosexuals who so badly want to feel loved by God, to believe He had a plan for them. They want to volunteer, collect cans for food drives, build orphanages, and preach the word to those who will listen. It didn’t seem right to dispel them from the Church.

So, Joseph pitched a plan to the Elders. He said to send to him every young man with homosexual tenancies for “re-education”. Oh sure, he taught them to worship on their knees (while sucking cock) and self purification (through dutiful masturbation) and maintaining the body as a temple (by teaching them how to prevent STDs). He taught them everything about how to worship cock and how to have proper sex under God’s watchful eye. Most importantly, they learned how to hide their sexuality until it was safe.

It wasn’t exactly what Joseph wanted, but providing them with a stable outlet for their pent up sexual energy and swollen balls prevented them being caught, abandoned, or kicked out the house traumatically. Plus, he had an endless supply of fresh gorgeous faces of men on the cusp of adult hood and college years.

Yup, Joseph was sure doing the Lord’s work. “Oh God, oh God, I’m cumming!” absolutely counted. David said during an orgasm at one of these sessions, he actually saw Jesus. Can’t argue with results like that.