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I like to sleep holding my stuffie. Sir likes to sleep holding my bum.

“Good morning, baby.”
“Morning, love.”
“Are you actually awake?”
“Mmn, sorta. I know your hands are awake,” Julian answered.
Royce gave his butt a squeeze. “You know it baby. I had some hot dreams of you last night.”
“Didya?”
“Mmmnn, that you turned into a demon and begged me for sex.”
Julian snorted. “Not sure if that’s a dream or a hallucination.”
Royce squeezed again. “Maybe a fantasy…you had these rams horns, which was kinda hot. I was holding them as you were riding me.”
Julian looked at Royce. “That is kind of sexy… be hard to sleep with those though.”
Royce turned on his side. “Yeah, I guess. But man, I’m still really horny, baby. I didn’t get to cum in my dream. And being greeted with the beautiful sight of you naked in the sunlight makes me feel like I’ve been hard for hours…”
Julian smirked at him from his view from the pillow. “You want my ass baby?”
“Want it so bad Julian. Want it tight and hot around me, bouncing against my hips, my face buried in your neck. You smell so good in the morning baby.”
“I do?”
“You do. And it makes me want to stroke you all over and ravish and tease you and – holy shit!”
Julian blinked. “What? What?”
“Look!” Royce turned upwards and pointed at the ceiling.
“Holy shit that’s a giant spider.”
“It’s huge!”
“What is it?” Julian asked.
“I think some kind of orb weaver…”
“Dude, fuck Florida and its spiders, seriously.”
“…What do we do? AH it moved!” Royce spazzed.
“I don’t know, it’s too high up for us to reach!”
“Fuck man, I am getting cock blocked by an arachnid right now.”
Julian laughed. “Well we could you know, go fuck in the kitchen or bathroom or something. And maybe it’ll come down later and we can evict it.”
“Let’s go into the bathroom. Fuck you in the shower and wash you in it sound good?”
“Fuck yeah it does. Love it when you wash my ass.” Julian paused. “You think the spider just wants to watch us fuck?”
“Regardless of speculation, Julian, I can’t perform is a pervert spider is watching us.”
Julian laughed. “God that’s a sentence I bet no one has ever said before.”
“Ha. Maybe. Shiiit it’s moving again. Bathroom?”
“Bathroom.”
They threw off the covers and ran for it, half hard cocks bouncing.
Royce looked up. “Shit hurry I think it’s following us!”

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Send me nudes when you get home so i know you’re safe

Send me nudes when you get home so i know you’re safe

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Alright I laughed.

When Alex got back from the bathroom, his roommate Tina looked very guilty and was giggling to herself.
“…What. What are you laughing ab – is that my phone?”
She tossed it onto the sofa, grinning like an idiot. “No what are you talking about?”
“TINA what are you doing on my phone?”
She covered her mouth and giggled some more. “You got a text while you were peeing from your cute little boyfriend thanking you for the nice night, and he was just so cute and -”
“-You didn’t respond to him did you?”
Tina turned red and cracked up. “I am a very bad girl.”
“TINA!” Alex cried, diving for his phone. “What did you DO?” He checked the text messages:
Trevor: I had a wonderful time this evening. You are fun to be with, and you looked so sexy in those jeans. It’s gonna be a lonely long drive home. 🙁
Alex: I loved spending time with you tonight too.

Alex’s jaw dropped, “TINA RENEE COHEN you SENT this to him??”
She was wheezing now. “I am so so sorry, but I’m drunk and I just couldn’t not send it.”
“Oh my god, what am I going to do. Also – for sho? Seriously? I do not talk like that, babe.”
More giggling.
Alex sent off a correction: Hey, uh, so apparently Tina wrote that when I was in the bathroom. I’m so so sorry. Also I never ever say fo sho.

The delay in response stressed him out and Alex began to pace. Finally, the phone chimed.

Trevor: Hey sorry for the delay. Can’t text while driving you know. I stopped at CVS on the way home and saw this. At first I was offended, but then I kind of laughed. It was such a random and pervy thing to say.
Alex: I’m seriously sorry. I don’t want you to think you’re just a piece of ass to me.
Trevor: Does that mean you don’t want nudes at all then?
Alex: …..
Alex: ….Well I mean…
Trevor: LOL Let you know when I get home safe 😉
Alex: Please get home safe.

Tina spoke up from the sofa. “What? What did he say? You’re smiling.”
Alex grinned,”You might have gotten me dick pics.”
“Oh ho, the straight women strike back!” She punched a fist in the air.
“I am going into my room.”
“Uh huh,” Tina said, looking smug.

Alex scurried to his room, and waited. Twenty minutes later, Alex got a Myspace angle picture of Trevor sitting on his bed with his legs crossed. He was naked and even in the dim light, his cock was plainly visible. Trevor kept his hair closely cropped. Bold, but tasteful. Just a boy in bed.
Trevor: Home safe.
Alex swooned onto his own bed. “I love how dark your cock is, compared to the rest of you. So sexy.”
Trevor texted in return a series of emojis that were
blushing: The guy I tried dating before you didn’t like it…
Alex: Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you.
Trevor: 🙂 You’re sweet.
Alex: Here hold on a second, I’m returning the favor.
He sent a picture of him sitting naked with legs open,
reflecting in the mirror on the wall across from his bed.
Trevor:  Wow… you’re hung like a model. And your abs, too man. Damn.
Fuck, I want to explore you…
Alex: How would you do it?
Trevor: I would hold you like this…
A picture popped up of Trevor’s hand wrapped around his shaft.
Alex: Fuck you’re such a tease, I can’t see much of it…
Trevor: I would move it up and down, pressing kisses up your thigh..

At that moment, Alex realized there was no going back from this. He reclined back onto the pillows and began to stroke himself, but realized he couldn’t texted properly with one hand.
Alex: Can I call you?
Trevor: Call me.
Alex fumbled to dial the phone.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“That photo you sent was super hot,” Trevor said. “I love uncut guys.”
Alex blushed. “Well you can play with me all you want.”
“I want to… I wanted to since I met you. But I wanted to establish a real relationship with you first.”
“Aww, Trevor,” Alex said, “That’s really sweet. I kind of feel the same way. You know? I just… I mean I really want you. Especially right now.”
Trevor chuckled. “Are you jerking off?”
Alex didn’t know how to respond to that. “Are you?”
Trevor replied, “Only if you are.”
Alex groaned. “Fuck. Well, I am… thinking of you holding my cock like that and just pulling slowly until I go insane…”
Trevor snickered. “You would be squirming in an instant. I wouldn’t let you off easily. Make you really earn that orgasm…”
“Trevor, I always pegged you for a bottom, but now I’m not so sure.”
Trevor scoffed. “Oh I am. Just one that likes having my way.”
“Fuck, now I’m definitely jerking off.”
Trevor laughed. “I wish it were me.”
“Me too…”
“Are you hard right now?”
“Rock hard.”
“Is your cock straight?”
“Nah it kinda curves a little, right over my hip…”

The dirty banter continued for a good half an hour, until Alex’s wrist and fingers ached and his stomach hurt from clenching during the orgasm. He was panting into the phone, which was on speakerphone next to his bed. Alex was about to ask Trevor if he came when he heard a loud, “oh FUCK me!” and a hiss through clenched teeth. “Fuck fuck…just…fuck … nnng…”
“Yeah milk it out baby. Milk your dick,” Alex purred. “Wring yourself dry, babe.”
“I am I am. Feels so good…I can’t move.”
“I wish I were there,” Alex lamented.
“Next time,” Trevor said, sounding tired.
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Here,” Alex said. He took a photo and sent Trevor a shot of his belly splattered in cum.
“I just got it. You shot far. You’ll like what I’m sending you in return…”
“Can’t wait.”
When Alex got the selfie of Trevor licking his own seed off his hand, he gasped. “Fucked, that’s going in the spankbank forever! Oh fuck, you are so sexy and slutty, I love it.”
Trevor laughed. “I only get this way when I’m horny. As soon as this afterglow wears off I’ll be super embarrassed.”
Alex: “Don’t be. Own it.
Trevor: “I’m trying to learn how. Fuck. I just got super tired. I’m gonna hang up so I can clean up ok? Text me.”
Alex: Will do. Good night, Trev.
Trevor: Good night.

When Alex came out of his room for a snack, Tina was watching TV and eating from a tub of coconut ice cream.
“…Well you were in there a while,” she stated.
Alex jumped on the sofa and squeezed Tina in a hug. She squeaked. “Alex!”
“Thank you so much. Because of you, a boy showed me his penis and it was awesome.”
Tina laughed. “You’re welcome. Penis is pretty awesome isn’t it?”
Alex stole the spoon. “It really is. But seriously no more playing match-maker ok?”
Tina thought. “Ok fine. But give me back the spoon ok?”
Alex smirked. “Haha nope.”

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The kitten mewls. “What is it?” I ask, looking up. Every time a droplet hits the window, her eyes dart to it. She looks silly, and I giggle. I scoop her up and cuddle her. “Your first rain huh?’

The droplets double, then triple, their tempo increasing as they patter down on the glass and on the roof. The sky darkens from a dove grey to sheet metal, and a black shadow looms from the north. This may look like a rainshower, but it’s going to be a storm. I scoop up the kitten and go to tell the houseboy to bring the outdoor plants in the garage and check the outside of the house before it gets worse.

Even as I’m giving him instructions, he nods and acknowledges me with that same mechanical aloof attitude of his. He’s always been kind of distant and formal with me, which is fine, because I hired him primarily for work. Even having sex with him is like a formal act. Get on, go through the motions, ejaculate, slide off. It satisfies him. Cumming for me, in that situation, is more of a biological response than anything.  I get my rocks off with my other partners.

My houseboy notes my instructions with a final nod, then goes back to rolling out dough for savory pies that I love. I make sure to tell him I love them, just for good measure. He gives me a pleased smile, responds with a “Thank you, Sir, I appreciate that,” then turns back to his work. See? I’m pretty sure he’s a robot.

Thunder rumbles. We both look toward the window. Rain splatters on it. The boy makes a soft exhale, and goes to wash his hands. “Better do it now.” I agree this is a good idea, and feeling bad that I’ve sent him out into the rain, I put on my housecoat and help him drag the big planters into the garage. The others we put into the sun room closest to the backyard.

Soon as that’s over, he’s back to the bread. I go back to my writing, and I wait.

I’ve never brought it up after it happened the first time, and he never looks like he expects me too, but I know it will happen. Around 1:30 am the next morning, it does. I hear the footsteps. I hear the door creak ever so softly. I feel someone moved the sheets, and a body slide in. I feel his warmth against me, and I can smell his shampoo from his recent shower. He always thinks I’m asleep, but I’m a light sleeper. I let him think that.
He’ll be awake before me, slide out, and pretend he was never there – even go so far as to adjust the sheets to cover his presence.
The first time he did tried to climb into bed with me, I woke up and harried and ruffled. I was completely baffled and demanded an explanation. His sullen, embarrassed face told me we were very close to that Line that he doesn’t like to cross. His eyes looked pained. I rubbed my face, as he stood there shifting, but eventually I just lifted up the blanket and invited him in.
No more questions.

Now, I look forward to inclement weather and his mysterious visits. This storm was particularly bad, and he was early tonight. I was glad my smile was hidden in the dark.

You can’t imagine how astonished I was to wake up and find him still in bed with me. I stared at his sleeping face in complete fascination, doe-brown hair fanned around the soft lines of his face on the pillow. With intense caution, I moved his arm off of me, and slid out of bed, doing my best to be in ultra stealth mode. It took me a full minute to tip toe to the bathroom. God, why did I wake up to pee at 5 am? I never get up to pee this early. The light of dawn was just coming through the window. I do the deed, and hurry back to bed. It’s chilly out here!

Climbing back in is just as agonizing as getting out was. By some miracle, I don’t wake him up. He barely stirs. I reset myself, then praise myself for my incredible accomplishment. I spent the rest of my time awake, staring at his beautiful face, listening to the weakened rain pitter-patter on my window until I doze off again.

When I wake up again, he has already escaped.

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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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temptingdominance:

King of the Pillows.

I stood by the bed and smiled. My birthday boy had stripped out of his clothes and apparently just couldn’t stay awake long enough to put on some boxers to sleep. My 30 year old boy, passed out like a 3 year old. He was sprawled over the entirety of our white-comforter, completely naked, and still wearing that silly crown Martha gave him. I reached out and caressed the perfect curve of his ass with my fingertips. What a flawless creature. I didn’t want to disturb him. My hopes of getting post-party birthday sex would have to wait until the morning though – hopefully with the crown on. For now though, I took it off and set it on the nightstand.

I threw my robe over the chair and turned off the overhead light so just the table lamp was on. I gently prodded him and he whined at me, protesting the entire time I tried to push him up to get the comforter out from under him. When I had freed it, I only had a small window of time to get under it and pull him towards me before he passed out again.

Once he felt me though, he scooted up and clung to me like a barnacle. I sighed at the sensation of his cock bumping against my leg. My own cock stirred, and I silently chided it. My boy rested his head on my chest. I was right up against the edge of the bed, but at least I wouldn’t fall off. Good enough. I kissed him on the forehead.

“Good night, my precious birthday boy in his birthday suit.”
“Gnite,” he grunted, barely audible.
I turned out the light.

The next morning he was plenty recharged. He was babbling about his presents and how much fun he had and laughing over the Instagram photos. It wasn’t until after breakfast that he finally calmed down enough where I had a moment to sneak in a kiss and convince him to come back upstairs to bed. The crown was waiting on the nightstand, and just like I hoped, he put it on while he rode me.

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dirtydaddythings:

Yes. This is how it’s done. Playful, dominant, affectionate and the smiling is infectious. Those are the moments I treasure.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” I say – not to be accusatory, but in some desperate attempt to hint that I need reassurance.
“Of course I do. I did a lot of research, talked to people, watched videos… when you told me you were going to be ready for this soon, my heart about exploded. I wanted it to be such a sweet experience for you.”
I smile. My cheeks hurt from smiling already. “So it won’t hurt?”
“It shouldn’t. Not if I take care of you properly. God I love you so much that you want me to do this.” Our lips meet and I momentarily drift off in our kiss.
“I love you so much,” he repeats. “I’m just so honored that you trust me, that you want me inside you, to take you…” The kisses trail down my clavicle. “I’ve been hungry to experience this for a long time now. Sex, love-making – what the fuck is the fuss all about?”
I chuckle. “I hear it feels pretty good. I mean our G-spots are up inside us…”
“Mmnn…” he purrs, rubbing his palms down my thighs. “I’m going to find yours, baby.”
I shudder. “Promise?”

He tosses my underwear to the side, and I’m now naked in his lap. My cock is dark red and hard between me, front and center. The thrill over-riding the shame excites me. He captures my mouth again. “Promise.”

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“Good morning, boy.”
“Good morning, Sir.”
“How were the waves this morning?”
“Excellent, but a little cold,” he answers, busying himself with making coffee.
“I’m glad you had fun, but what did I tell you to do about the sand off your feet and ankles when you come in the house?”
He gives me a sideways smile and rubs the back of his tanned neck. “To rinse off before I enter the house, Sir.”
“That’s right. So why don’t you?”
“Well, I’m the houseboy. I’m going to be cleaning it up anyway.”
“But do you think I want to walk on sand barefoot in my kitchen and track it into the house, into the carpeted areas? And scratch up my hardwood?”
“I didn’t….” he trails off when he sees my face. “No Sir.”
“You are in my employ. My instructions are not suggestions. I have my reasons.”
“Thank you for the correction, Sir.”

He pours a cup of coffee, adds milk, cream, and sugar, and serves me before tending to his own – straight black joe.
“Thank you.”
He nods.
I take a sip and set down my mug. “Now, put yours down and put your hands on the counter.”
My boy groans. I delight in it. Taming a half feral beach bum has tested my limits sometimes, but I do enjoy enforcing my boundaries. He obeys, because he does not want to end up locked in chastity long-term.
I pluck the spatula out of the utensil holder on the counter.
“20,” I announce.
Another groan. My cock hardens. The first six are gentle thwacks, teasing stings to warm up the chilled flesh. I stroke the skin, admiring how the color returns. Seven is a little harder, and he tenses. I play him this way for a few more swats, each spank the same as the one before it, but sting after sting is making him tender and squirmy. The legs begin to kick. The last five are hard swings that make him cry out and kick up his feet. “19…”
“Ah!”
“20.”
He hisses loudly. “Nnnngg!”

“Very good.” I kiss his back between his shoulder blades then put the paddle in the sink. I walk to the fridge, take out the aloe, and squirt some between my hands. I massage it into his hot flesh, and he whimpers and mews and shudders. “Oh my god Sir – it’s so cold!” he gasps.
“God you are delicious,” I reply, distracted, as I’m nibbling on his shoulder and licking the taste of sea water off hsi skin.
“Sir!” he cries, a high needy note, as I stroke his ass, and then his body shudders. I hear something drip, which is followed by a certain smell. I pull back. “Did you ejaculate?” I check the floor, which is covered in milky drips.
“I- I- ” he stammers.
I reach out and grasp his cock, which is softening. I pull back his foreskin. He gasps. It’s wet.
“Oh you did. That torment got you all horny did it?”
“I just got hard when you spanked me, and when you started rubbing my ass with the cold aloe, I just couldn’t control it!” my boy explained.
“That’s sexy as fuck,” I murmur. I reach above him in the cabinet for the coconut oil. I undo my pants, squirt some onto my cock, and take him against the counter. His cries fuel on my throbbing cock. His butt is still tender and every thrust makes him tense and whimper. The urge to fuck him becomes a violent thirst. I give him several hard thrusts and spill my morning load. “Oh FUCK,” I bellow, letting loose.
“Sir!”
I grab his waist and hold us close, his warm butt against my hips. The moment begins to dissipate. My coffee is getting cold. I slide out of him, and we both moan.
“God fucking damn,” I sigh. “What a wonderful morning.”
My boy doesn’t respond. His body is heaving. “God Sir, that was a rush being used and owned by you like that.”
I smile to myself. “That is the world I am trying to create for you.”
“I – I understand Sir.”
“Good. I was hoping to hear that. Well, let’s go take a shower. You have breakfast to make and a lot of cleaning to do.”
“Yes sir.”

I decided to wait until we were in my double shower to tell him he was going to spend the rest of the day in chastity for coming without permission.

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