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I watch Esteban sigh, toss, then turn. My eye rests on his rump before considering the bigger picture.
“What’s wrong? Did I not satisfy you?” I ask my oldest and dearest friend.
“No no, not at all. Your blowjobs are fantastic, each one better than the last. I’m just…restless, I think. Normally, your wonderful mouth makes me drowsy and I have the most wonderful naps sometimes. I just – I don’t know. I can’t sit still. I can’t relax. I want to nap, but can’t slow my brain.”
I furrow my brow. Now this was a challenge. I prided myself in filling all of his needs. My mother had been his family’s housegirl when I was growing up, and her son – me – became attached to the Gonzalez’s second son, Esteban. We were, and always would be, inseparable.
As I enjoy the sight of him shirtless, it dawns on me. “I know just the thing.”
“Oh?” Esteban asks, turning his face toward me.
“Spread out, face down,” I instruct. Rest your cheek on your arms.”

I wait for Esteban to get into position, then I climb into his bed and straddle the back of his legs.
“What are you going to do?”
I don’t answer him. Instead I reach forward and rake my nails down his back.
He arches up under me and groans. “Oh my god backscratches, yesss.”
I suppress a laugh and end up snorting out my nose. He always liked these as a little kid, but for some reason it’s not something people do as adults. I start at his shoulder blades, and scritch his upper arms, before returning to his upper back and working my way down his spine. I admire this rare view of him, and enjoy the sight of his muscle and bones and the shadows it casts on his sandy skin.

Under me Esteban is grunting and moaning. “Yeaah that feels so good.”
I smile, pleased with myself. I always know what he wants. It is my responsibility, more than anything else in the world to carry on the tradition – his family, my family, the symbiosis we share. 

When he begins to squirm with sensitivity, I change technique to a muscle rub. By the time I make my way downward to knead his firm doughy ass, Esteban has drifted off in a nap. I massage his balls for a moment, unable to help myself, and then I let him rest. Another challenge, another accomplishment – another scene of satisfaction. Esteban is getting the rest he needs.

I feel energized though. I decide to go make him some cookies for when he awakes.
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Text is fictional.

Sore muscles?

Sore muscles?

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gayboykink:

@the-kinky-bf just came home from a mountain bike weekend. He had sore muscles, so of course I offered to give him a massage after dinner. He loves that.
So he undressed, jumped on the bed and let me oil his lower back for some rough squeezing and kneading. He moaned when I hit the right places like I was giving a hell of a blowjob. So I massaged harder just to hear him moan, almost sensually. I got hard just from those sounds.

I playfully kneaded his ass every now and then as well. Just for fun. After some teasing nibbling and licking I knew he was getting hard, even though he was laying on his tummy.
‘Seems like I’m straining’, I said staring at the bulge in my jeans. ‘You’re locked up?’, he asked. I nodded with a cheeky grin. ‘… and I gave everything a nice shave down there as well.’
‘Oh, show me!’, he responded.
I undressed teasingly slow, especially when I pulled down my tight undies.
‘What else did you do today? Something naughty?’
I thought about the pics I made for Tumblr, the fact I wore my collar the whole day and my chastity which always makes me eager for playing around with dildos.
‘I had some fun with a few toys’, I said while I laid myself down next to bf. ‘I missed you a bit this weekend.’
‘Well I’m here now.’
Bf turned around to lay on his back and I noticed a small stain of precum as he did so. He was hard. He told me he had a big load to give and waved his dick around while looking at me.
‘Just sit down, dear. You’ve been practicing today don’t you? Show me.’

I smiled, no dildo fucks like bf’s dick that’s fot sure. It started with some little squeezes in his ass during a massage and now I was about to ride his leaking dick. I’m not complaining.
I crawled on top if him, gave him some kisses in his neck and licks on his cheeks before I got a dab of lube and hovered my ass over his cock. When I was about to sit down, bf forcefully threw his hips up, fully penetrating me in one rough thrust. I yelped out loud. Not out of pain, hell no, but out of pure surprise.
Bf smiled. ‘You’ve rawlly been practicing right?’ He was right. I was loose from this afternoon’s dildo play and he noticed immediately.
I humped up and down with my chastity bumping against his stomach, straining as always.
After a few minutes bf pushed me back, he wanted me to lay down on my back. The ultimate position to get to my g-spot and get me moaning like a mess. And that ws exactly what happened. He was rough, but he knew exactly what he was doing: Pounding the heck out of me and bashing my prostate to get some precum flowing from my caged dick. Within minutes he came inside me and collapsed on top of me with his dick still in my ass.

He laughed. Bf tends to get out the mood quickly after cumming, but every time I’m laying there. Horny, squirming, still panting and moaning with my throbbing chastity and leaking ass and cock. Fuck I’m horny. I need more. Not now, bf says. He needs a power nap after such a long sportive weekend.
All I can do is wonder whether his sore muscles are gone after such an intense fuck or if I should wake him up for round number two? I think I’ve made a decision.

See kids, if you skip church on Sundays you can get this instead.

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I pause from scribbling in a notebook balanced on my folded legs and lift my head to stare at Jack owlishly. He’s watching me write which instantly makes me self-conscious. I rest my pen and let my gaze slide over Jake’s young body. He’s burnt out, worn down to the bone. We’re just over halfway into our American tour, but this is succeeding a rather extensive tour of both Australia (where he was stung by a jellyfish that just wanted to be his friend) and Europe (where he was bit by a drunk girl who just wanted to be his friend).

We’re in Columbia, South Carolina, today, and the AC in our motel is broken. The entire south/south-east of America is in the middle of a heat-wave. We did last night’s show in North Carolina in our swim trunks. 

Jack’s skinny from being on the ‘tour diet’, but his shoulders are huge from helping the roadies move the amps. It’s not his job, but he wants to help. He’s always been this way, ever since we became best friends at 9. I know him better than his family does – his favorite food is garlic bread, he likes anchovies with extra sauce on his pizza, his favorite comic is a Japanese one called Banana Fish. I also know he’s deeply in the closet and avoids discussing it at all costs.

I give Jack a playful smile and set my writing utensil and notebook aside to my right so I can stand up. With a little cajoling I convince our beached seal of a vocalist to move over so I can fit my legs on either side. He asks why, but I tell him to shush. In a graceful move, I straddle his back, sitting squarely on his ass. Thank god I’m wearing thick jean shorts.

I lean forward and push my palms into his trapezius muscles. The groan I’ve ejected out of his throat is the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard him make. For the next forty minutes, I tenderize every inch of him, including making tiny circles on his temples and stretching out his fingers.

By the time I’ve kneaded Jack’s ass and worked my way down to his calves, he’s sweating and making more noises like he’s in the throes of death. I continue to massage the back of his left leg. Abruptly, Jack abates with the sound effects. I see color rise to his cheeks. “Gotta use the bathroom,” he mutters, before half -falling off the sofa and bolting to the small closet-sized room. I’m left there, sitting back on my own legs, wondering what the hell just happened.

That’s when I notice there’s a tiny wet spot on the sofa cushion…right where his crotch was. Everyone picks on the drummer for being the most disposable and talentless member of the band, but at that moment I am basking in sheer self-satisfaction that I just unwound our vocalist like a ball of string. The best part is, I didn’t get to finish. I still owe Jack a foot massage.

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Note: I want to give a little shout-out to bookofbaitnate. First of all, baitnate sent over some links to give me some inspiration which was rather helpful. Secondly, I have been having a problem with the reblog arrow not showing up most posts I click. I thought I could I only reblog something from my dash. We all know that digging old material out of our dash is impossible if it’s more than 24 hours old. Out of sheer frustration and determination to reblog baitnate’s material, I finally Googled the shit out of it and figured it out. My Firefox plug in, Ghostery, had shut off the function. Whoops! I can reblog anything now! Anything :3 Thanks, nate person!