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“You’re really tense. You’re nervous, maybe a bit scared.”
“Y-yeah.”
Let me tell something – you’re thinking too hard. You’re thinking about the what-ifs, the whys, the maybes. Just think about the now.”
“But-but-”
I slide my hand down over his pectorals, brushing his nipple with my hand. He abruptly stops talking. “I can’t stand it anymore. You’ve been looking at me with this hunger in your eyes for years. You were too young before, barely 16, and I thought it would pass. Lusting after your friend’s older brother must have confused the heck out of you.”
“David-” Adin stammered.
“And I thought those feelings would pass. But look at you, on summer leave from college, and the hunger is still there. I don’t think you really love me. I think there’s just this one unturned stone you need to turn before you go back to college. So let’s turn it.”
He’s quiet again. “Does Brian know?”
“No, he doesn’t. If you want to tell my little brother that you’re gay, or bi, you can do it on your own. This isn’t about him. This is about you.”
“Me,” Adin repeats, sounding a bit distant.
I kiss his shoulder. “Yes. Would you at least, let me wash you?”

Another moment of silence, then he passes the soap over his shoulder. I smile. “Thank you.” I begin washing his back, his shoulders, his arms. I don’t linger too long on his ass, although I want to, and instead scrub every curve of his legs and feet. When I tell him to turn, he does. I start from the top again, moving the soap over his chest. I’m fascinated by how much he’s developed in two years of being at university. He’s turning into a man. There’s even a trace of abs… I watch the soapy water run into the light dusting of hair above his crotch. I move my hand down his stomach, and pause right before.
“Is it ok if I don’t stop?” I whisper.
After a moment, Adin rewards me with the briefest of nods. I smile. “Thank you.” I dip my fingers down, lathering up his fuzz. He makes a sharp inhale, and is watching me intentively. Without making a fuss, I gently hold and wash his cock and his balls, being tender and not squeezing too hard. I’m a bit surprised when Adin’s cock starts hardening before my eyes.
I watch it, fascinated. Then, I hear Adin say in a quaky voice. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.”

Poor boy. He wants it so bad but is just too scared to scream out what he wants. I bet he would love it if I push himed against the wall and fucked his brains out. I bet he always wanted me to be his first. But…baby steps. I tell him thank you again, and wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s cut, and tight and hard. I give him a few practice strokes, and Adin begins to moan right away. I pressed up against him, rubbing my cock against his ass, while I stroke him. Adin’s body feels hot against me. I stroke him more eagerly and he pushes into my hand. I’m glad he can’t see me smiling.

I don’t say a word, as not to disturb his very sensitive moment of need. I just stroke and pet and cup and make it as pleasurable for him as possible. Adin ejaculates without a warning, and it seems to surprise even him. I wring him out, emptying all his backed up cum down the shower drain.

We don’t say much after. We finish washing, and drying up. Adin asks to dry me, and moisturize me, I love every second of it. I tell him not to worry about my erection. That shower was about him. He gives me an adorable smile, and goes to make us lunch.

That evening, Adin texted me. “…Can I come over? I can’t sleep.”
You bet I said yes. I got to wring him out again that night. And this time, he returned the favor.

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An indentured man heads toward the exit of the barn after performing his morning chores. The horses are nose-deep in their oats and hay. The bay mare and her colt are doing fine. The stalls were mucked. Water changed. The pigs are waking up and wandering toward their outdoor pen. The man turns his head and greets a barn cat dozing on a stall partition. He pauses to give the cat a few pets and a scritch behind the ears, murmuring what a good girl she is. Moxy is their best mouser, and keeps the barn free of infestation. Moxy begins to lick her paws, so the man continues on his way.

Next job is to first wash his hands, then go collect eggs from the henhouse and rouse all the chickens. The eggs will be brought to the main house for breakfast. His stomach grumbles at the thought of breakfast. Breakfast is his favorite meal. There was never enough breakfast left in the foster home he grew up in, and most of his memories of school were waiting out hunger until subsidized lunches were available.

He pauses at the barn entrance and looks back. It still feels weird to him to live out here in the country, to be trusted with these animals, to not see miles and miles of concrete and brick and cars. To hear the grass move in the wind instead of horns and feet on sidewalks. In a funny way, he reckons that getting caught after committing that string of ATM thefts was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Back in the city, the gang he was in was obsessed with territory, power, and money. Well, out here, the man had his own territory. Power, not so much. Money, not so much. Small government stipend in the bank every month. But territory… this is his place. This is his barn. The loft is his bed.The man smiles. Not too shabby.

He glances down at his naked form. Also, getting fit and ripped as hell was a pretty damn good unintended consequence too. A rooster crows loudly, reminding the man not to dilly-dally. He was generally left alone to supervise himself, but one step out of line and the ranch master would appear out of nowhere to put him back in it with that awful whip curled at his side. The man crinkles his nose. Why ruin a fine morning that way? He walks over to the hen house and opens the wooden doors. Fluffy, brown and white chickens spill out to eat new bugs in the dirt, clucking and shaking their feathers.

“Hello ladies, good morning, good morning. Fine day isn’t it?

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Serious DILFage

Richard Prescott stood naked in the gym locker room running his hands over his flat stomach and looking down at his body.  It was hard to believe it had been two years since he started getting himself back into shape.  He’d definitely come a long way.

Two years ago, he was in a really bad, dark place in his life.  Both of his parents had passed away within months of each other the year before.  He’d been passed-over for a promotion at work for someone who he felt was much less qualified.  And perhaps most significantly, Richard’s marriage was in real trouble.  He and Jenn had been drifting apart for years.  Lingering resentments over the fact that they’d never had children had been ripping at the seams of their marriage for years.  Something else was driving a wedge in their marriage, but it was something that Richard was unwilling to face or even acknowledge at the time.

The truth was, they should’ve divorced a long time ago.  When we’re going through a rough time and in the throes of depression, it’s funny what sort of straws we’ll grab at to fix what’s wrong.  He’d just lost his parents.  He had no kids to give him the unconditional love that was supposed to come from fathering children.  And he felt his career trajectory had just taken a nosedive into the toilet.  He couldn’t stand to have his marriage to Jenn fall apart, too.

Richard decided to join one of the gyms near his house in the hopes that getting his lazy, overweight ass into shape might fix what was wrong in his marriage.  He’d played sports in high school and, in his twenties had been in a pick-up basketball league, as well as played in a softball league, so he still had a muscular frame to work with.  He just needed to do away with the pouch that his stomach had become and tone-up some of the muscles that had started to turn into flab.

For a year, he went to the gym four days a week for half an hour to forty-five minutes a day and spent time walking or jogging when he wasn’t at the gym.  He was starting to see results and actually feel better about himself.  Unfortunately, the one person he was trying to impress with this whole fitness kick didn’t seem to notice anything was changing.  In fact, if it was even possible, things with Jenn were even worse than they had been a year ago.  In fact, Richard found himself going to the gym later in the evenings and staying longer just to avoid the tension of being at home.

That was when that “something else” that was driving a wedge in his marriage…that thing Richard had spent a long time shoving down and denying began to push its way back to the surface.  One night, shortly before closing, Richard was in the shower after a particularly grueling workout he’d just put himself through when another guy came in.  It was Greg. 
In his early 50s and maybe a little less than ten years older than Richard, Greg was one of the three or four guys at the gym

Richard had struck up a close acquaintance with.  He wouldn’t say he and Greg were gym buddies, but they’d become friendly.  In fact, it was Greg who had first noticed the progress Richard had made in the year that he’d been coming to the gym.  It felt good to finally have someone acknowledge that all the hard work Richard had been putting in was finally starting to pay off.

“Hey, bud!”  Greg’s voice caused Richard to turn and acknowledge the man.  Richard was usually very self-conscious about not looking at other guys in the locker room….except for the occasional furtive glances.

“Hey, Greg…”

“Gettin’ ready to head home?”

“Yep!”  Richard laughed to himself at the awkward small-talk.

“Hey, that was a great workout routine you were doing tonight.  I noticed you really pushing yourself, Ricky!  I’m proud of ya, bud!”  Richard didn’t usually like being called by any of the nickname versions of his name.  But he didn’t mind letting Greg get away with it.

Richard turned to Greg again and smiled.  “Thanks!”  Quickly, he turned back to focus his attention on lathering his body up with soap.  However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Greg still looking at him.  He turned back to look at Greg, thinking Greg would turn away.  Instead, he kept on looking at Richard and smiled at him.  Turning away from Greg again, Richard began to feel uncomfortable, but not for the reason you might think.  He found himself liking that Greg was looking at his body and obviously liking what he saw.  What made him feel uncomfortable is that he liked the attention he was getting from Greg.  He’d spent a long time and put a lot of effort into being what everyone in his life had expected him to be.  This warm and fuzzy feeling that was tingling all over his body because of Greg was not something Richard wanted to feel.

Right at about that time, Richard had reached behind him to try his best to lather-up his back.  That was when things took a surprising turn.  Only 10 seconds went by when Greg stepped over, out from under his own shower and joined Richard.  “Here, buddy.  Let me help you with that.”  The next thing Richard knew, Greg’s hands were on his back, rubbing soap into it.

“Uh….thanks…” was all Richard could find to say.

As Greg continued to soap up Richard’s back, he stepped in closer.  When he felt something firm poke against his thigh, he wanted to jump out of his skin.  In any other situation, Richard might have turned around and put a stop to this.  But he didn’t really have any room to object to what was happening.  After all, his own cock was starting to rise just from having Greg touch his back alone.  By now, Greg was standing so close, he practically had his chest and stomach pressed against Richard’s back.  He was plainly able to see that Richard was hard.  Not even bothering to ask permission, Greg reached around and started soaping up Richard’s hairy chest.  “Looks like your chest is still dirty, man.  Let me take care of that for you,” he whispered into Richard’s ear.

This was getting outta control and it had definitely gone too far.  But Richard couldn’t muster up the forcefulness to put a stop to it…not with Greg’s hands working their magic on him, running his hands over his pecs and his wet chest hair, roving over his erect nipples.  Greg whispered in his ear again.  “I’d ask if you were enjoying this, but I think this speaks for itself.”  To emphasize his point, one of Greg’s hands drifted downward and wrapped around his cock.  When he felt Greg’s hand touch him there, his body spasmed and his pelvis thrust forward, trying to shove more of his cock into Greg’s grasp.  Chuckling into Richard’s ear, Greg spoke sensually, “Yeah.  I think you definitely like this.”

Finally, for the first time in minutes, you were able to speak.  “It’s been a long time since anyone but me’s touched that, buddy.”

Greg’s soapy hands were working wonders on Richard.  It was an amazing feeling.  In that moment, Richard began to wonder why he’d ever felt like he needed to give up this side of himself.  Movement against his body brought hm out of his thoughts.  Greg must’ve been thrusting his own body back and forth behind Richard’s body as he was stroking Richard, because Richard became aware of Greg’s hard cock rubbing back and forth across his thigh.  Without hesitation, Richard reached beside himself and began stroking Greg…met with a moan into his ear.

It was a highly erotic scene inside the gym shower, Greg’s arms wrapped around Richard with Richard practically leaning on Greg for support…the men jacking each other off.  Richard could’ve gone on like this forever.  It had been a long time since he’d ever felt like this.  But then suddenly, everything stopped.  Greg took his hand off of Richard’s cock and let him go, pulling himself away from Richard’s grasp on his own cock.  Richard was about to question what was happening when Greg spun him around and pushed him against the shower wall.  Before he knew it, Greg was on his knees and Richard was looking down into Greg’s eyes as Greg shoved Richard’s steel-hard cock into his mouth.

He only lasted a few short minutes before Richard spilled his load down Greg’s throat.  After it was all over and the two men were both in a standing position, Richard couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face.  “Thanks, man.  I didn’t know how much I needed that…”

“No problem, Ricky.  Been wanting to do that for a while.”  Greg leaned in and surprised Richard with a quick, but sensual kiss.  “I’m glad you liked it.”  Then, Greg looked down to see not only his own hard cock, but to see that Richard’s hadn’t gone down.  “Why don’t you come back to my place?  We can go for Round 2!”

“I really should get home.  Jenn will wonder…”

“Screw, Jenn!  From what you’ve mentioned to me before, she’s not going to notice you’re not home.”  With that, he reached out and began stroking Richard’s cock again.  “Come on, Ricky.  You know you wanna come….to my house, that is.”

And that was how the real next chapter of Richard’s life started.  He DID go back to Greg’s house that night and they sucked each other off.  Things continued on for the next several months.  Richard continued his routine of going to the gym several days a week to work out.  Greg even introduced him to a few other guys in the gym who liked to have a little extra curricular fun.  However, he and Greg still got together regularly.  Richard began to realize that this was a part of his life he’d really needed and he felt foolish for trying to ignore it for so many years.

About six months ago, things with Jenn finally ended.  Richard finally summoned the courage to sit down with her and talk about what had happened to their marriage and where they were both going.  It was then that they decided to go their separate ways.

In fact, as he stood in the gym locker room today, their divorce had been finalized just last week.  Yes, Richard Prescott had made a lot of changes and a lot of progress in the past two years.  He couldn’t help but smile as his gaze drifted up from his body to Greg, walking toward him, his cock swaying back and forth as he walked.  “Ready to go, Ricky?  We’re supposed to meet Steven and Larry for drinks.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Richard sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing  Steven and Larry are cool.  But Larry’s always so handsy with me.”

Greg laughed.  “That’s because he desperately wants in your pants, Ricky!”  Greg reached over, placing one hand on Richard’s ass and the other cupping his cock and balls.  “He doesn’t know that these are mine, though.”

Richard playfully smacked Greg on the chest.  “Yeah, right, Mr. ‘I fucked four different guys in the span of three days’.   You don’t get to own all this!”

“But admit it, Ricky.  Of all the guys you fool around with, none of them make you feel the way, I do!”

Smirking at Greg, Richard – now dressed – grabbed his gym back and turned to head out of the locker room.  “Let’s just go, ya hornball!”  Greg was right.  None of the other guys made him feel the way Greg did.  He wasn’t sure where this thing with Greg – or any of the other guys he got together with from time to time, for that matter – was going.  He was just happy living in the moment and finally enjoying the freedom that he’d found over the past couple years.  He wasn’t sure if he’d end up with Greg, but he’d never be able to forget or thank him enough for helping him to realize exactly what part of his life was missing and helping him to find his happy again.

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Naked in nature

Buck took a perch on the mossy ledge and dangled his feet over the ledge to watch his boy. Every since he spotted the image online, his pup had been begging to go on this camping trip in the woods. Buck couldn’t blame him for wanting – a gay friendly nudity encouraged campground in the beautiful wilderness of British Colombia was the perfect weekend escape from bustling life in Seattle.

His pup Sharky was a water-loving dog, but their backyard wasn’t big enough for a pool. The novelty of a swimming hole was too tempting. Sharky had barely slept last night, so excited by getting camp set up and preparing for the hike the next day.

So why wasn’t he getting in the water? Buck furrowed his brow. At first, he thought Sharky was going to jump in, but then he crouched down and moved away. He stepped around the water, moving a bit like a crab, making concerned ‘rooo’ noises under his mask. 

“What? What is it boy? What’s wrong?”

Sharky pawed at the water, seemingly wanting to get in, but somehow not able to. “Rooo~,” he complained, seemingly distressed.
Buck laughed at his pup’s dramatic behavior. “Honey what’s wrong? It’s not too deep.” He stood up and walked over to where Sharky was crouched, careful not to slip on the slick rocks as water rushed over his ankles. “Well it’s not that cold. Feels pretty good, actually, considering I’m sweating buckets from the hike. Why don’t you want to go in? You begged me to come out -”

Sharky began barking loudly, staring intently at something in the water.
“Good lord what is it?” Buck said, exasperated. He stared at the water, and then he saw motion. “…Sharky, are you scared of the fish??”
Sharky howled at them and pawed at the water, splashing it everywhere.

Buck clutched his belly and laughed. “You big scardey pup! You’re afraid of a few little fishies? Spent too much time in the city did you?” he slapped his knee.
Sharky did not look amused and grumped, sitting with his haunches down by the lip of the pool.
“Well don’t you worry. They’re not going to eat you. They might nibble if they’re curious, but you are too big to be fish food. Your splashing will likely scare them off.”
Sharky gave him a look like he didn’t believe his Master. He was really thinking about it. Buck sighed. Well, considering how much Sharky barked at the moths by the camp last night, this shouldn’t have surprised him.

“Ok, I think I know what to do.” Bucky went back to the moss ledge and ruffled in his bag for a cookie. “Hey – hey Sharky, Look what I got.”
Sharky looked up. He began to wag his tail and made an ‘arf’ sound.
“No, stay. Stay. Sit, Good boy. You want a cookie huh?”
“Arf arf!”
“But you’re not being a good boy are you? You begged me to come out here after you saw this swimming hole online, and you won’t even get in. So I think you don’t really deserve this cookie.” Buck crumbled a bit in his fingers and threw it into the swimming hole.

Sharky went mental at his Master disgracing the cookie. He paced back and forth in frustration, ‘roooo’ing up a storm.
“Roo roo roooo!”
“Yep, the fish are going to get the cookie. I was going to give you one for being brave and trying new things, but since you’re not in the swimming hole to get it, the fish are going to eat it instead.” He threw another piece in.
“ROOOooooooooo!”
Buck smothered a laugh. The desire of Sharky’s physical body was clashing with his mental block “I have half a cookie left.” He broke off another bit and dangled it over the water. “I think the fishies liked the last bits…”

Sharky looked up at the half of the cookie and whimpered. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned around, and while looking over his shoulder a thousand times, gingerly slid into the swimming hole backwards. He paused, as if to make sure the fish weren’t going to attack, then he slid down to his waist.

Buck watched from his perch up on the mossy rock. “Oh that’s a good boy!” he said. “Yeah, look at you go! You’re halfway in! Yeah, that’s it. Come here, come get the cookie!”

Sharky glanced at the water, just to be safe, but Master was right – the fished moved away from him. Sharky stuck to the wall and circled the pool, finding fingerholds in the rocks. He stopped right under where Master Buck was sitting, smiling. “Good boy.” Buck lowered his fingers and Sharky lifted himself out of the water to grab the cookie with his teeth. “Arf!” He used wet fingers to push it in his mouth and devour it. “Arf arf!”
Buck gave him another cookie for being adorable. “That’s all for now. Go swim. Go play, boy.”

“Arf arf!” Deciding the cool water actually felt pretty good against his body, Sharky got bold and dog paddled in circles. Buck watched him explore and navigate, experimenting with diving down first and then with floating on his back.
Buck found this delightful to observe. He felt strangely content. Life was pretty great. He snacked on dried fruit and took plenty of pictures of Sharky for his scrapbook.

The heat began to get to him though, and Buck walked down to the pond and joined his pup. When he showed Sharky the tennis ball he pulled out from behind his back, Sharky’s enthusiasm for the water -and water fetch- returned. He forgot all about being scared.

Hell, Buck had a hard time getting Sharky out of the water and had to reach for the cookies again.

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“You tired baby?”
“Mmm.”
“I used your pussy pretty hard. You were so horny and hot for me, you must exhausted from working those muscles. Take a nice little nap now,” Leo said.
“I can hear your heart beating, Daddy.”
Leo smiled. “It wants you to hear the echoes. It’s calling for you.”
“I love you Daddy. Until I met you, I always felt unsatisfied as a bottom. I just laid there with my legs up. I’m so happy now to be your other half.”
Leo opened his mouth to reply but a lump in his throat made him pause. He didn’t want his voice to crack out loud. He took a slow breath, steadying himself. “You make me want to be a better top for you. I love you too.”

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“Oh man this is so weird! Is this why girls don’t like not wearing bras? I get it now. It’s so weird having everythin’ jiggle round down there,” Daniel complained.
“Oh you get used to it. I think it’s kind of nice to have the breeze…” Todd said, walking very carefully. He was just relieved Daniel couldn’t see the outline of his chastity cage against his kilt!
“Fuck, I think I’m sticking. Am I sticking to my leg? Hold on,” Daniel muttered. He pulled the kilt and got a look. “No, I think it’s fine… fuck, this is too weird. Can’t wait until the holidays are over now.”

Todd tried not to stare at Daniel’s penis. It was so small! Todd knew if his boyfriend saw that, he’d lock it up too. A cage would look better than what Daniel had down there anyway now. Todd made a face. That was a weird thought. Why did that turn him on? Daniel never turned him on before. They were best friends, and Daniel was straight. But…Todd was pretty sure his boyfriend would love having two boys instead of one to hold keys for…fuck, why was that hot? Todd shook his head. Being unable to jerk off was messing with his brain. One thing was for sure, Todd was really glad he couldn’t get an erection right now. It’d be really noticeable in a kilt. Plus, that line of thought was stupid anyway.

…Wait a minute, Todd thought, what if I could find a woman to hold a key for Daniel? He really needs to be locked up…he’d be so much happier, I’m so sure…

But why was he so sure? Todd didn’t know. He would have to ask his keyholder tonight.
“You want to stop and get some Irn-Bru, mate?” Daniel asked.
“Uh sure, Todd said, snapping back to reality. That train of thought would have to wait.

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torontopup:

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Seems a bit nervous he will be seen getting sucked.

“You’re an idiot. We’ve been going on ‘bro trips’ for years. Since high school! And now our wives are off having ‘girl’ trips. They don’t suspect a thing; no one suspects a thing. Besides, what are we doing that’s so wrong? It’s not cheating. Or gay sex, for that matter. It’s just a blowjobs. Our wives aren’t into them, so how else are you going to get one?”
“Uh-”
“ Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“But-”
“Dude there’s NO one out here. You think Martha’s up on that hill with binoculars? The only thing that’s going to see you is a hawk. Focus. You get too soft when you’re distracted. If you still winge about it, I’ll stop blowing you.”
“No no, that’s…yeah you’re right. I’m freaking out over nothing, and you are really good at that.”
“Thanks man. Appreciate it.”

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The sight that greeted Dad when he went to check on how his son and his son’s new tutor were getting along…

The tutor panicked. “Uh, Mr. Weiss, we were-”
Dad held up his hand. “I don’t care, John. I’ve known my son’s queer for a long time. You’re the first tutor he’s uh, gotten close to so as long as he gets his grades up like he gets his cock up, I don’t care.”
John stares, blush rising to his cheeks. “Ye -yes sir.”
“Daaddd this is so embarrassing, could you just go please?”
“Fine. But I mean it. Grades. Up.”
“Yes Daddy.

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I stand there in the entry way to our living room, hand paused while scratching the back of my neck. My mouth is frozen in mid-yawn. My house boy is perched on the mantel of our fireplace with feline grace, all curves and sunkissed bare limbs, gazing out onto the skyline. I work my dry mouth and swallow. He looks like he is part of the room, like I had a naked male version of the Little Mermaid statue from Copenhagen installed in my condo.

I pat my pocket, seeking my phone. I frame the shot and snap it. Perfect.

At the sound, my houseboy looks over his shoulder. “Oh, you’re up. Good afternoon, Sir. How was your nap?”
“Wonderful,” I reply. “I can’t wait until this client partnership is over and I can sleep like a normal person again.”
My houseboy gives me a wistful look. “It will be soon. Shall I get you some refreshments?”
“Mmnn. No, don’t get down. You can get it in a minute.” I walk over to him. “What are you looking at?”

My boy shrugs. “I just realized I never took the time to really look at the view you know? Been working so hard to keep your life and home in order since we moved here, but I spend most of it looking down. It’s beautiful.”
I run my palm over his thigh. I suddenly want him naked and spead open under me in an embarrassingly vulgar way.  
“What do you see?” I manage to say.
“Mmmn. There’s a bird of prey circling to the right there.”
“Oh? So there is.”
“There’s a red flag on that building over there. Someone is having a smoke break on that roof there. There’s a balloon caught on that line there…”
“You see a lot.”
My houseboy looks pleased that I’m interested. “I wonder what I could see if I had that bird’s vision.”
“Probably ants on the sidewalk,” I guess.
“Mmmn. Possibly.” My houseboy looks at me. I position his chin with my pointer finger and kiss him. He leans in, and I give him my tongue. A soft groan escapes from lips. “God, I love it when you kiss me for no reason.”
“Oh there is always a reason,” I insist. “And I could use that refreshment now. Get two.”

My houseboy blinks, trying to snap back into focus. “Ye – yes Sir.” He slides off the mantel with noted grace. I watch that fine body as he sashays into the kitchen.

I sit on the sofa when he returns with two glasses. We sit and discuss dinner as we drink our iced tea. When I finish mine, I set it down on the tray.
“Another Sir?” My boy prompts.
“No,” I say, leaning in and caressing his jaw. “I want you.”
I take the glass out of his hand and put it on the table. I lean forward and guide him backwards until his back is on the sofa, over the afghan. I crawl up onto the cushions and settle between his legs.

He is always naked. I chose not to lock him and instead make him come to me to ask for relief, which is just the right amount of control and humiliation to set me off. He has been so good so far in learning that his cock is mine to touch and handle first. I enjoy a palm full of the hardening thing as I push down my boxers and extract mine out.

We always hide lube and condoms under the sofa seat cushions, and I’m pleased my houseboy remembered to put them there after we moved.

He takes me like a pro – hot and tight, without needing to be stretched. Every inch pushed in makes him mewl and wiggle like a kitten. “Good boy,” I grunt, beginning my thrusts almost immediately. He responds by wrapping his legs around my back.

I reposition and push inside him deep, and I know I hit his spot because pre-cum spurts all over my hand. I rub his cockhead with my thumb and he shivers tremendously.
“Yes. Yes, like that boy,” I murmur. He whimpers my name.

I finish taking him with a breathless pace. I’m feeling particularly amorous and grant him an orgasm with mine – but after mine, of course. I mark him with hickeys and licks, and enjoy feeling him soften and relax under me. I nuzzle his swan like neck. “I could use another refreshment now.”
“Wh – when my legs work again, Sir, I will obey that order.”
I smirk at him and chuff under my breath. “So it shall be.” I caress his sensitive little cock until he’s sweating under me and protesting dearly, but I relent once he’s shot again – a little clear fluid under his belly button. I lick him until he’s giggling cause he’s ticklish, and then my lust is sated.

The next day, I go out and buy him a pair of binoculars and leave them on the mantel. I also give him a journal to write down his finds.

He clearly loved his presents, because my boy drew hearts on my pancakes with chocolate syrup for a week after. When he stopped, I told him not to cause I loved it so much. I love him so much.

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Captions are fictional. I didn’t realize this was a selfie by OP. Beautiful work.
The skyline is of Brooklyn apparently.

Also I didn’t know the OP had put a Little Mermaid reference into his tags until after I wrote this, lol.