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by ccallenreese

“Haha, take that you ants!”
I fold my arms. Well, the view is extra nice today…kid’s got a great body. Shame he’s wasting his gift pissing on everyone. He’s much better fit for porn. I walk up behind him with loud enough footsteps so he can hear me. The kid turns his head around just in time to see me – but not fast enough. I grab those big balls of his, hard, until he’s shouting.
“Hey! Hey stop! Ow! Let go of me ow!”
“What are you doing pissing off my building?”
“Fuck you man!” he howls. “I wasn’t doing anything!”
“I was watching you and there’s piss on the ledge.”
“Leave me alone! Ow!”
I sigh.
“You’re not the cops! Fuck off or I’ll call the real ones!”
I laugh. “And tell them what? You were exposed publicly? Peeing in public? And trespassing on the roof?”
“I live here!”
“Which apartment?”
The boy tries to pull free but can’t. He curses. “14…14B!”
“Wrong-o, punk-o. There is no apartment 14. The condos stop at 10. Also, I own this building.”
He groans. “Fuck just let me go man! I won’t do it again!”
I lick my lower lip. “No…no I don’t think so. I think you need some time in my discipline room.”

The kid gets still. “What…?”
“The room where bad boys go to get re-educated and turned into proper, obedient young men.”
“You’re a fucking psycho,” the kid growls, spitting. It misses.
“You’re the one peeing on innocent strangers,” I remind him. “And I also have your big beautiful balls in my grip. You are rather helpless. Don’t worry. I won’t castrate you. You are worth so much more to me when you’re horny and dripping…”
The kid’s eyes are wide. He knows for the first time in his life he’s about to receive punishment for all the shitty things he’s done. I love it.
I pull him along, despite his protests. “Don’t worry. I have the penthouse. You will love the view.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

instructionsforboys:

Fuck yes, move that body, put on a show for your man, show off. You know you love the attention

If I could actually make coherent noises right now that weren’t mostly vowels or an array of moans, I would say to you that you’re either an idiot or naiive. I really think you’re just naiive. Do you not realize I’m not acting here? That it’s not a dance, or a performance. I’m not undulating around on the floor to appease you or to prop up your already puffed ego. I’m not being generous and trying to hide displeasure from an underwhelming fucking by over-compensating. 

I’m not moving like this on my own. My body is moving beyond the control of my mind, on its own, in response to the pleasure you are giving me. The way you fill me with your pillar of a cock and press your weight to my back side makes me hornier than a doe in heat. Did you notice I”m only half hard? I’m losing my mind here just by the way you’re stimulating my prostate. I can’t sit still, I can’t run away. This lust courses through my veins with no where to go, no way to disperse. Yet, I want more, oh god so much more, and I want it harder and deeper and slower and god do everything you can to me.

Do you think being on this floor on my knees is comfortable? You think I can’t smell the Pinesol under my nose? Don’t you realize none of it matters, because you’re fucking me so well that my brain has turned off that feedback so it can focus on the more interesting stuff? And it is interesting. It’s also driving me insane. Don’t say stupid shit to me while I’m in ecstasy. Mostly because I don’t want you to cheapen yourself. Why? Right now you are a God to me. Fucking act like it.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

mastera6:

A boy in this position has so much potential yet one of my greatest pleasures is runny my hands over his taut body, down his crack rubbing his hole and cupping his balls.

Sometimes it’s not the sum of the actions, but the message it sends – it says: “I can restrain you however I please, to display you, to make you accessible to me, and I will touch you however I like. You have no say. I just want you to know what it’s like to feel helpless, and remember that I can give that to you any time I want, for however long I want. And if I want to tie you up tight just to cup your balls and tease your hole…well I am entitled to that.”

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by ccallenreese

“Still adjusting boy? I know for so long you held onto some smug sense of superiority about your cock being bigger than mine…but now that I’ve pushed it up and locked it in that tiny thing, I’m bigger. I’m in charge. I hold the leash to your collar, and you will obey me or be punished. Get a good look at it boy – my small cut cock is bigger than yours, and yes, you will be worshiping it soon.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

Raquel bit into the pillow, moaning loud as a steamboat horn. “Oh god, Papi, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“Don’t you worry baby, I won’t stop pounding your beautiful brown ass until all my cum is inside of you.”
“Harder, Papi!”
“That’s what I want to hear! Making up for all that lost time you thought you were straight huh? You like feeling me push my dick against your prostate gland huh?”
“Oh god, Papi, feels so good, feels so good…harder, harder!”
“I am, I am mijo. Woo, you are giving me a real ab work out here. My cock loves being inside of you. I’m not gonna last much longer. Milk me with your ass now, show me how grateful you are that I corrected your errant ways. Ohhh yeah, that’s a thankful boy.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

mytintinposts:

Mytintinposts

Maybe too queer, but still hot

“Jordy, it’s not too queer.”
“It is. I mean…we have both our hands over my penis.”
“…Jordy that was your idea.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking! I guess I just, like, let all my gayness cloud my judgement.”
“Jordy, honey have you eaten?”
“What?” he blinks.
“You’re getting manic, have you eaten honey?”
“…I ate a protein bar. And a latte.”
“Decaf?”
“…No.”
“Jordy, you need to eat real food.”
“How can I eat at a time like this!” he huffs, throwing his arms dramatically. “Why did I allow naked photos to be taken of us? They’re so…cheesy.”
I pick up the prints the photographer mailed us. “I think they’re sweet.”
“…Sweet?” Jordy repeats.
“Yes. I mean, look at us. It’s so clear. You are shy, scared to put yourself out there as you are – naked in both body and soul – for another man, but you clearly want to because you have puppy eyes for that man. Well, me, in this analogy. And the other man – me – is reaching out to say that being together doesn’t mean surrendering yourself entirely, it means learning to share yourself with someone because that can be wonderful and amazing and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I love it. It conveys our relationship perfectly.”
“Oh my god.” Jordy replies softly, his voice still tinged with that dramatic, twinky tone of us. “You see that in this picture?”
“Yes, baby, I do. You are also damn fine, if I can say so.”
“Oh you can, you can,” Jordy cooes, reaching for me. I embrace him in a hug.
“Oh there there. It’s ok. I know it’s a little embarrassing putting yourself out there on film. I thank you for indulging me with pictures for anniversary. You don’t have to look at them again if you don’t want to.”
“….I don’t?” Jordy replies, pulling away and looking at me.
“Not if they make you that uncomfortable?”
“Well…I mean… when you put it that way…” Jordy shuffles through the photos on the coffee table. “Woah, this one has your penis in it! Ok, this one’s hot.”
I laugh. “Jordy. You can have my penis any time you want.”
“And I really appreciate that.
“But you don’t want to look at the ones of us together?”
“….Now you make me seem like an ungrateful diva bitch.”
“Well, if the shoe fits…”
“Uuughh I am such a virgo.”
“Jordy.”
Jordy crosses his arms and looks away. “I like them. I really do. It’s just weird to see a physical embodiment of the way you feel for someone.”
Suddenly he’s left me speechless. “Jordy…” I begin.
“But you’ll never get me to admit that again!” He grabs the naked photo of me and marches into the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
I watch him magnet it to the fridge and smirk. “To make dinner.”
“That photo of me is not staying on the fridge.”
“I’m making you lasagna. It will stay there for now, and then I’m taking it to work and putting it in my locker.”
“…Jordy I’m not sure the other firefighters will like that.”
“Rick has a naked photo of a porn star in his locker! You can see her lips. I want to play too.”

I give him a look. He still won’t say ‘vagina’. Sometimes, Jordy’s just impossible, so I decide I’m done bickering with him and let him make me dinner. We went out for dessert, then came back, made love, and went to sleep.
When I came home from work the next day, the intimate photo of us that caused Jordy to freak out was displayed on our bedroom dresser in a beautiful silver frame.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Wow,” Brian breathed.
“Wow, what?” I say, mildly amused.
“Just never touched another man’s balls before,” he replies.
I watch as he continues to pull on mine, over and over. “And how do they feel?”
“Like mine but…rounded. Bigger. Fuller. It feels kind of weird to be doing this though…”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I mean – think about it this way. Biologically, this is like where the sperm comes from…it’s like the most important thing when it comes to reproduction. With a woman, I mean. And in our society, we sort of train ourselves to recognize that everyone has testicles but we’re supposed to pretend they don’t exist – you don’t look at someone else’s and you don’t touch someone elses. They’re just these big fleshy sacks that hang off our body and they’re so taboo but -”
“Boy,” I start, but he keeps going.
“But here I am, just…touching yours in my hand, I don’t know why I want to or why I want to keep doing it but it feels very forbidden and taboo to be touching your- your- reproductive organs, like I’m doing something incorrect here, so biologically incorrect but I-”
“Boy,” I say again, louder, cutting him off. Brian looks at me with wide eyes. “Boy. Stop thinking so damn hard. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you use up that many brain cells while all your blood is rushing south.”
“Oh. Good point.” Brian pauses stroking my balls and lets them rest in his hand. Then, he looks up at me. “…Can I touch your cock now?”
“Yes, as long as you do it quietly.”

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by ccallenreese

“Back straight. There we go. Great posture.”
“Thank you Sir.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it. “You know why you’re sitting there in a time out?”
“…for mouthing off?” Joel asks.
“Yes, good, boy. But that’s just it…you are still a boy. My boy. You’re young, in college. Life is full of hard work for you, but it’s still a time of play. I’m a man now. I’m all grown up, and play time has been taken up mostly by work. I know when I come home, you’re very eager to see me and you want to play. I know you’ve been waiting all day. So have I. Your waiting isn’t more or less worse than my waiting. Just because I need a minute to unwind, doesn’t mean you should get smart with me or say nasty, passive-aggressive things. It turns me off to hear ugly things come out of your pretty mouth. And forcing me to ravish you before I’m refreshed only cheapens it. You should be aware boy… I’m terrified of letting you down.”
“…Sir?” Joel asks softly, turning his head.
“Eyes forward,” I say gently.
Joel snaps his head forward and shifts a bit.

“I want to live up to your expectations. I know you’re a very horny boy. I know your pussy is hungry. I know how much you love my cock.”
“And how much I love you,” Joel adds softly.
I pause and sigh softly. Disciplining boys is sometimes so hard. “I love you too,” I say. “So much, it’s hard to imagine how I lived without you before. You know that. I just want to make sure when we are making love, that we’re both 100% on board, ready and eager. You’ll learn patience as you get older, Joel. I just have to nip this bossy, demanding behavior in the bud before you turn fully spoiled. That’s why you’re in time out. Next time you think of saying something impulsive and ugly, you’ll think of being in time out and how much you hate it.”

“Thank you Sir. You’re right. I don’t think clearly when I’m horny.”
I nod again, although Joel still can’t see me. “I think that’s hot by the way.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Means you need me, bad. I like that. I just…have to be a grown up man first sometimes, and your lover second. You know, for your own good.”

My boy’s shoulders relax. “Yes, for my own good. I’m seeing that now.”

“Good boy. You have fifteen more minutes in time out. You can cross your legs if your knees are cramping.”
“Fifteen?” Joel protests. “It was fifteen minutes when we started. Should be ten by now!”
“Well yes, but your hat reminded me. The San Francisco 49′ers beat the Colts in overtime last night due to the poor call by the ref on that fumble. You sided with the ref,” I reminded him.

Joel groaned, and I swallowed a laugh. Ok, being a grown-up could be fun sometimes.

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Text is fictional. I think this is the OP.

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by ccallenreese

“…JJ, are you ok?”
“Uh huh.”
“You don’t look ok.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“What have you been doing today?”
“I went to Pride with Stevie.”
“Oh so you did go?”
“Yeah Thom…I heard there was gonna be a lot of dicks, so I went.”
“Did you see dicks?” I ask.
“Uh huh. I saw a lot of dicks. All these hot guys were all giving me these fruity drinks. I partied waaaayyy too hard. You should have gone.”
“JJ,” I tsk. “You know I’m a private homosexual. I don’t flaunt. I prefer a nice port and a book of Basho’s poems.”
“You are so stuffy.”
“You are such a twink” I shoot back
“You’re still my best friend.”
“I know, I know.” I fold my arms. “If it helps, your butt looks fantastic. All those squats are paying off.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You wanna fuck me, Thom?”

I laugh. “JJ how can you think of sex? I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am. But I’m horny….thinking of all those hot guys today,” he groans.
“You didn’t get laid?”
“No, I was too busy keeping an eye on Stevie because you know the trouble he gets into when he’s horny.”
“Uh huh.”
“You sure you don’t wanna fuck me?”
“Mm. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“Fuck mee…” he begs, his voice muffled into the mattress.
I smile. There’s a reason we’ve been best friends since I moved in with him.

“Alright. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Yay.” He says.
I try not to giggle at the flat tone of his voice. JJ still hasn’t moved an inch.

I remove my clothing and fetch the right things – the lube, a wet cloth, a dry cloth, and condoms. JJ doesn’t say anything as I settle on the bed and sit next to his thighs.
“You awake?”
“Uh huh. Very much. Just not moving.”
“Good, good.” I clean him with a wet wipe, and then begin to massage his ass, kneading the big buns with my hands. I move up JJ’s back until he’s groaning. I work my way back down and then part his legs.
“You have such big balls, JJ, how on Earth do you carry those every day?”
JJ snorts. “Well, I wear three pairs of underwear to hold em up,” he jokes.
I chuckle and pinch his butt. “Goofball.”

I drizzle lube over his butt like syrup on pancakes.
“What are you doing with all that lube?” JJ mutters. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll heat you up soon enough.”
“Mmm.” JJ says, satisfied.

I slip on finger rubbers and begin the slow process of stretching and scissoring. Soon JJ can’t help not acting like potato and soon he begins to vocalize. The deeper I push my digits, the louder he groans and starts to wiggle his hips. “God that feels sooo good.”

When I push on his prostate, he groans and arches his back a little. “More~” he pleads.
I push my digits in and out of JJ’s hole which is loosening around me. I slide a third finger in and JJ hasn’t been quiet in several minutes. I realize the reason why he’s wiggling is that he’s trying to rub his cock against the bed. I place my other hand on the base of his spine. “Hold still, JJ,” I coo.
“But feelsgood…” he mutters.
I stroke the back of his balls with my clean hand. He moans loud and I smother a laugh. “You’re ready for me?”
“Hell yeah…fuck me. I’m ready. I’m so relaxed. You’re the best roommie ever.”
“We do get along pretty well,” I agree.

I discard the finger rubbers and slide a real one over my red, straining cock. It wants JJ’s ass. I straddle his shiny backside and position my cock right at his hole. I sigh in delight when his body does not resist at all. He opens up and pulls me in to his tight body.
“Very nice,” I say. “How do you feel?”
JJ cries out in need under me. “Don’t stay still – move. Fuck me, fuck meee~”
“Ok ok,” I reply. 

I shift my weight and thrust into him hard. JJ gasps. “Yes!”

I pull his hips up and set a familiar, traditional rhythm – in and down, out slow, in and down, out slow. JJ and I are soon crying out together. I push into his prostate and move his cock against the texture of the sheets, and he is loving being full of me. I’m sweating and grunting from the effort, because I want more of him with every motion.

“I’m coming!” JJ shouts, startling me, because his tone is loud and clear. His body goes very tight around me and he pushes his butt up to swallow all of me he can. I dig my fingers into his hips and bury myself balls deep into that hungry ass. JJ really did need a fucking. I can smell his cum as it pools under him. I feel a bit of pride in knowing I made him come hands-free.

“My turn,” I announce. He’s so tight! So hot! And suddenly my cum is pouring out of me, filling the condom. My head spins as the orgasms overwhelms. My breath hitches and I keen loud. “JJ! Oh lord JJ! …oh JJ you feel so good.”

“I can feel you fill the condom,” he replies. “So hot.”
“Did that hit the spot?”
“Mmhmm…” JJ hums. “I’m …I need a nap now,” he replies, matter of factly.
“Poor baby, you’re exhausted,” I tease.
“My life is hard,” he agrees with a yawn.

I pull out and JJ whines. “No, put it back~”
“Can’t. You made me all soft.” I pat his butt and tie off the condom. “Maybe later.”
“Ok…later…” and then JJ’s gone. He begins to snore.

I snort. It’s uncharacteristic. JJ cracks me up, I’m just not very emotive. I clean JJ up with a warm cloth and then place a blanket over him so he can sleep.

I go to shower and have some more port. One day, JJ will grow up and get ready to settle, and I will be waiting. For now, I am happy to stand back and let him live his twenties to the fullest. I do enjoy listening to all of his adventures with Stevie, but mostly because he won’t end up with Stevie. I’m sure of it.

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Text is fictional. It’s gay pride weekend here in Los Angeles!