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yeahstr82gay:

The biggest thrill was being had.

For five days a week, Ray was a buttoned-down, on-top-of-things guy at work, and for two days every weekend he finished the honey-do list at home, went to his kids’ events, and maybe carved out three hours on Sunday to watch the game.  He led, managed, fixed, and loved; he was the guy, the dude, the Man.

But now this business trip had changed everything.  Jack, who was only supposed to be another cog in the wheel, a junior manager whom Ray was actually sent to evaluate in preparation for a potential dismissal, had seen something in Ray he didn’t even know was there, and now here he was, the last day of his trip, walking in a leather jock and leather boots,his ass bare to the world, his body viewed and appreciated by a street filled with hundreds, hand-in-hand with a man who spent all last night cherishing him, unlocking him, adoring and making love to him. Hurt?  Like hell.  But worth every moment.

He was had, and it was wonderful, and he just didn’t know that he’d ever be able to go back.

There is no back, only forwards.

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Here are some of the amazing photos from Folsom Street Fair’s nasty younger brother, Up Your Alley 2014.

One year I am going to this. I love the photo of the pup with the clipboard:

“Pup, give that back.”
“Woof!”
“Give.”
“Woooofff.”
“Puppy, give it! Giiive it.”
“Grr.”
“Hey! Come back here with that! I need that! Bad puppy!”
Another Master behind me speaks up. “You do know he thinks you’re playing right? Look at his body language. He wants you to chase after him. You do that, you’re gonna go in circles all day.”
“I want my clipboard back!” I huff. I take a menacing step forwards and the puppy bounds away, tail wagging. “Arg! He’s probably drooling on it.”
“Yeah he does that when he gets excited. Pup, come here boy! Aww yeah come here, that’s a good boy. Who likes scratches? You like scratches, yesh you do. Alright, give the man his clipboard back. Give. Give. Good puppy, here’s a cookie.”
The Master hands the man back the clipboard, now decorated with chew marks and a bit of drool. “ … Lovely. Thanks.”
“Sorry about that. He gets excited at these things.”
“I see tha – …hey! He stole my pen right out of my hand! Dammit pup, I need that!”
His Master just laughs. “You’re on your own for that one.”

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“You see, we’re doing you a favor. We could have easily turned you over to the cops for raiding our drug cache. I know you intended to sell all of it to pay off that loan shark, but you were stupid and got caught. Shame. Well. we spoke to your debt collector and settled it for you, but now you owe us – both the debt and for stealing. You have no value, no goods to barter, just your very sweet handsome body. We are going to enjoy having you here to serve us now. We’re very busy men with a local, lucrative business, and you will treat us with respect. Correct?”
“Y…yes.”
“Yes what, boy?” he slapped the boy’s bare pectoral.
“Yes Sir!”
“Good boy. A quick learner, I like that. Rocco, remove his underwear. He won’t be needing them for a while.”

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PETO COAST,BEN TAYLOR + JUAN_CAZZOCLUB