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When you’ve stolen daddy’s sandals (again, despite being told not to), you really should be running when he comes across the yard like this holding the hose. But you can’t move – you’re just in awe of what a gorgeous hunk of muscle daddy is. It says “MEAT” on his shorts! There isn’t a more accurate label in the world. And that stern gaze is pinning you to the spot. So you just stare up at him like a guilty puppy and prepare to take whatever punishment daddy is going to give you. Cause like…if he punishes you, that’s just for taking the sandals. It doesn’t mean you have to give them back right away. Right? You hope that’s true, cause you’ve lost one in the creek behind the property somewhere.

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omoerotismo:

After an hour of playing tackle football in the backyard, Jesse got fed up with trying to pretend Terrance wasn’t wearing a jockstrap under those mesh shorts. He saw an opportunity to tackle Terrance, but this time he didn’t let him up. “Alright, enough pretending.” Jesse yanked down those mesh shorts and pulled aside the elastic to see his prize. Time to claim that ass and put an end to this silly game.

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You’re both a decade too old to be fooling around in the woods, discovering each-other. But on this trip to the National Park you’ve made an unexpected friend – a friend like you. A friend who looks at you the same way a woman does.

He’s now bare in front of you with the most beautiful penis you’ve ever seen, curved like an archer’s bow. You’re desperate to touch it, but also scared. Your hands are trembling. The kisses are distracting you enough to prevent you from panicking and running away. His lips are so soft. You put your hands on his shorts. So close. Close enough to feel the heat coming off of him. You want to touch, but you’re just so scared.
He reaches down and brings your hands to his cock. You gasp. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. “Was that wrong?”
“No no it’s…it’s …” You glance down in disbelief that you are actually touching him. You run his shaft along the palm of your hand in an exploratory way. “It’s good. Very good. This is nice.”
He smiles and moves to kiss you again. “Good. Please don’t stop.”
You curl your fingers around his cock. He arches into your hand. The feeling of that makes your head spin. A surge of want courses through you and the chatter and noise of the forest melts away. You push him down to the grass and stroke him with purpose. He moans out in pleasure and wraps his arms around you. Blood pounds in your ears. Yes, yes! This is right.
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“Christ in heaven, is it morning already?”
“Yes it is.” Frank said. He was standing at the foot of the bed.
“It can’t be morning already,” Donovan protested. “We weren’t up that late were we?”
“We went to bed at like 2 am,” Frank answered.
He stretched and let out a groan as his neck cracked. “Ah, theeeere it is.”
Donovan made of complaint into the pillow. “We should have just had a quickie.”
“Well, that was the plan. A little hand to hand action,
if I recall correctly. I’m not bothered being a little bit tired, we ended up having a lot of fun.”
“It was fun,” Donovan admitted. He curled up into a loose ball. “Your bed is illegally comfortable.”
Frank’s eyes roamed over Donovan’s body. “And you look illegally good in it. You have such a solid body, and such a big ass. I’m starting to see why I got so carried away, last night – you really excite me.”
Donovan lifted his arm and looked at Frank. “Well, that’s flattering. Are you trying to apologize for the insufficient sleep I got?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
“…Yes,” Donovan grunted. He put his arm back down.
Frank snickered. “Come on big boy, get up. If not you’ll sleep till noon.”
“I think you need to come back into this bed and snuggle with me.”
“As much I want to be pressed against you, when I’m up, I’m up. And hungry,” Frank said.
Donovan rolled over on his back and let his knees fall to the side. “Does this change your mind?”
Frank stared. “I think I know how to wake you up.”
“Oh? How?”
Frank crawled back onto the bed and ran his tongue up the shaft of Donovan’s penis.
Donovan made a low purring noise in the back of his throat.
“If I give you a blowjob, will get you up after?” Frank asked.
“Fuck. Fine. But I reserve the right to take an afternoon nap later without you nagging me about being lazy.”
“Deal.”
Frank lowered his head and got to work, but he was smiling the whole time. It felt like it was supposed to be a compromise, but Frank knew he was coming out the winner in this.
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Wallace slams the truck door. “BOY!” he hollers. “Did your clothes get baled too?”
“They’re in the back of the other truck.” He turns around and grins. “Too hot for clothes.” 
“Jesus you’re naked as the day you came out.”
Leroy glances down. “I’m wearing my boots still.”
“Uh huh.” 
“When I was sent out here for work release, I read those terms and conditions, and it didn’t say a thing about wearing clothes.” Leroy puts his hands on his hips.
Wallace wipes his forehead with his bandana. “It does say you need to wear appropriate clothes for the job.”
“Job’s done. Hay is all baled.”
“What? All of it?” Wallace glances at his watch. “How.”
“We lightened the clothes, and lightened the work load!” Lenny says. The other men behind the bales laugh with him.
“Man I pity the judge who had to handle you in court,” Wallace mutters.
That makes Leroy grin. 

“So what do you say Sir, have I earned some time in the swimming hole? I really want to go swimming, we all do. Please please please.”
Wallace’s eyes are stuck on Leroy’s toned, sun kissed body, marked with tan lines and bits of hay stuck to his work-honed muscles. “Jesus,” he mutters. He’s seen him shirtless, but full frontal is a lot to take in. Wallace shakes his head and turns his attention to the bales. He walks around in big circles and glances around the field. “Well fuck me, it has all been baled.” 
“Leroy came up with a more efficient way to do it. Got em on the truck in no time,” Jose explains as he comes around a large bale.
“Well isn’t that something. I’ll want the details later.” Wallace looks at Leroy – his face this time. “You couldn’t use those brain cells to avoid getting into trouble with the law in the first place?”
Leroy snickers. “Oh I knew I was going to get into trouble. Just didn’t care.”
That makes the work party laugh again.
“Man, Wallace, I hope you keep this one. He’s a riot!” Jose says.

Wallace wants a beer and badly. “God help all y’all. Alright, clean up the equipment, and you can get a swim in before the dinner bell.”
The men whoop and holler.
Leroy licks his lips. “You’re welcome to join us, Sir. We’ll uh, be skinny dipping.” He winks. 
“I don’t need to see everyone naked.”
“Shame. I’d like to see you naked though.” Leroy blows him a kiss and walks off to find his clothes.

Wallace’s eyebrows shoot up into his cowboy hat. A swim did sound ideal…seeing water sluice off that man’s body also sounds ideal. Wallace crosses himself. “Lord Jesus help me not give into temptation,” he mutters under his breath. The words didn’t feel like they were going to do much to protect him. His cock is straining against the denim of his jeans.

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I sat down next to Kayden.
“So talk to me, what’s with you picking these fights with Jess?”
Kayden shrugged. “He bothers me.”
“He’s not purposely going out of his way to annoy you. You don’t seem to like being around him.”
Kayden scuffed his shoe on the ground. “I don’t know, I just get irritated when he’s around.”
“Well we still have a couple more days of this fitness bootcamp retreat to get through, so we need to figure out what’s causing the tension. Are you jealous of him for some reason?”
“No…he can lift more than me, but I’m happy with how much I’m lifting right now.”
“Then what is it?” I ask. 
Kayden doesn’t answer. He doesn’t seem to know.
“Kay, were you getting regular sex before the retreat?”
Kay blinked at me. His cheeks turned pink. “I mean, steady enough. There’s always someone in the locker room if I want it.”
“You’re around a lot of big dudes here. Have you been masturbating?”

Kay’s face turned more red. He moved his thighs together. “Um. Not really. I’m sharing a room, remember? And I’m so tired before I go to bed… maybe like once in the shower.”
I nod. “You’re focused so much on your exercise, you’ll neglecting self care. Is it not unrealistic that you want him to fuck you and you’re annoyed he isn’t sensing it?”
“I dunno. But he is really hot, and it is annoyingly distracting,” Kayden muttered.
“Ah.” I smiled. “I don’t think you even realize you’re trying to ask for it telepathically, and he isn’t receiving your signals.”

Kayden rubbed his face with his hands. “I don’t even know what I want. But he is really hot! His balls are so big too, it’s so hard not to stare.”
“Yeah I’ve had a conversation with him about making sure he’s in appropriate fitting jock straps. Well, Kayden, you want me to ask if he’ll fuck you?”
“He won’t,” Kayden lamented. “He’s so out of my league.”

“Nonsense. You’re gorgeous and you take care of your body. If he’s got two brain cells he’ll want you.”
Kayden lifts his head. “You think so?”
“I do. How about this. There’s an unused room in my cabin. And bigger beds, cause it’s for the counselors normally. After dinner, come over, and I’ll send him to you.”
“You’d really do that?” Kayden whispered.
“Hey, fitness is a full body thing. If I’m teaching you to neglect part of your health, I’ve failed you on this retreat.”

It was Kayden’s turn to smile. “Thanks, Coach. But what if he doesn’t want me?”
“Well, you’re quite young and I don’t want to set the precedent that I’m using my clients as a meat market, but if you need to get laid I will take care of your needs if you want. Or find someone who can. You’re a cute gym bunny, shouldn’t be hard.”
Kayden fussed with his shorts. “You’re very nice.”
“Of course. You can talk to me any time.”
“Thanks Coach. Now that I think about it, I’m excited to get laid.” Kayden kept his head high as he stood. “I’m going to go back to doing some laps.”
“Good boy. Drink water.” I gave his butt a pat as he jogged past.

Before dinner, I waited outside the dining hall until Jess walked pass and I snagged his arm.
“Hey Coach, what gives?”
“Need to talk to you a sec.” I pulled him to the side.
“What’s up?”
“If you still want Kayden, come to me after dinner. He’ll be waiting in a room in my cabin.”
Jess’s face lit up. “Really? How did you arrange that?”
“Wasn’t hard. He wants the same thing.”
“What? Really? He’s been so cold and confusing with his signals. I’ve been wanting his twink ass as soon as I got here!”
I chuckled. “Yeah his dick knows what it wants, but his brain is full of protein shakes and lap counts. You two are both giving eachother the wrong signals.”
“I can have him for sure after dinner tonight?” Jess said in a loud whisper. 
“For sure,” I said. “And I got lube and stuff from the nurses office. No sweat.”
Jess glanced around. “Is Kayden here yet?”
“Hey. Don’t make it obvious. I don’t want this becoming a hook up retreat ok? Subtle.”
“Yeah yeah,” Jess said with a serious nod. “Subtle.” 

I had originally planned to put both boys in an unused room in their cabin, but I was glad I chose to use mine. Kayden’s moans and cries of sheer pleasure as Jess fucked his sweet, needy ass filled my bedroom down the hall. I leaned back against my pillow and slowly stroked myself to Kayden’s noises of pleasure. 

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Tomás stirred his earl grey that Carl had made for him. He watched Carl in the garden, plucking the newest ripe strawberries and putting them into a cereal bowl. After diligently turning over every leaf and checking every flowering stem, Carl covered the plants with mesh domes to protect the soft budding fruit from heavy droplets bound to fall from a greying sky at any moment.  The young man’s brow was furrowed, lips set in concentration. Carl sat back on his legs to consider the plants; he made an adjustment and smiled slightly. He’d doubled the plot of strawberries this year and the pride over the thriving, lush plants was visible on his face.

Tomás felt a wave of fondness for Carl swell in his chest. He stopped stirring his tea. “Oh shit,” he muttered. “Oh no. I’m not falling in love with him. Nope. No. No. He’s a houseboy, Tomás. You’re not monogamous. You’re not even dating him. You fucked someone else last week! He’s a roommate who does the dishes and you fuck him sometimes. That’s all. So you stop that. You cannot fall in love with him.” Tomás made a ’that’s final’ sweeping hand motion parallel to his body.

He sipped his tea and enjoyed the rich bergamont flavor as it rolled over his tongue; somehow that extra drop or two of vanilla Carl put in there really made a difference. Outside, Carl picked up the bowl of strawberries and bowed his head to smell them and his smile widened. He got to his feet and with the bowl tucked under his arm, picked up the tools out in the yard. He brought them over to the covered porch, setting everything down on their cafe table. A dove landed under the bird feeder to check out the seed spilled by the chickadees earlier today. Carl waved at it.

Tomás groaned and put his hand to his face, letting it slide off his cheek. “Oh no. I think this is serious. Way to go. Tomás. Bravo. Good luck figuring this out.”

The first droplets fell, and within a few seconds the irregular pit-pat of wet polka dots became a curtain of rain with a soft thrumming sound. From their individual perspective, Tomás and Carl watched the fence and yard become dark with saturation. The leaves of the trees danced above them. The dove flew for cover. Carl glanced at his strawberry plants, and after a moment, came inside with the bowl on his hand. He saw Tomas’s face and his expression turned shy, as he realized he’d been watched.
“What is it, Sir?” Carl asked, bemused.
“Nothing,” Tomás said. “Been waiting for you so I can kiss you.”
“Oh I wouldn’t mind that.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“Nuh uh.”

Tomás stepped toward him and cupped Carl’s angular jaw against his palm. He bent slightly to meet his lips. They were so soft, it was almost unfair that every other man in his bed had to be compared to that. As Tomás enjoyed the pressure and warmth of Carl’s lips, the scent of fresh, wild strawberries in the bowl wafted up to fill his nose. The swell of fondness returned in his chest and there was a hint of a lump in his throat this time. Oh hell,” Tomás thought. “I’m in huge trouble.”
 
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Tanner sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You knocked over ALL the cups? Seriously – just. Crate. Now, Corbin. Go into my dressing room and lie down on your blanket. Go.”
Ryan watched Tanner’s boy slink out of the room. “Why did you bring your pup on this shoot anyway?”
“He has separation anxiety. Master Bruce said I should bring him to more stuff with me, but I’m starting to think it’s more than separation anxiety. I’m starting to think my boy’s just a basket case with a lot of energy he’s not burning off. Master Bruce said he’s ‘unmanageable’ and I’m starting to see why.”
“Judging by the fact I heard the make up artist make comments about the bags under your eyes, it’s not for the lack of trying to wear him out in bed?”
Tanner snorted. “No. No lack of trying there. It just makes him want more of it. I think Corbin needs a treadmill. Get him running.”

Ryan nodded. “That could work.”
There’s a howl from the dressing room. Tanner exhaled again as the photography crew giggled. “Sorry guys. Let’s take ten.”
Ryan chuckled. “You want me to take him for a walk?”
Tanner pointed. “Yes. Please. I’m not going to give up on him. Just gotta find out what works with this sub….and I hope it’s running, cause Jesus.”
“Swimming maybe?”
“Why Ryan, I think you have some great ideas. His leash is in my bag in the dressing room. Go wear him out, however you see fit. And I do mean, however you can make it happen. We need to get through this shoot.”
Ryan rubbed his hands together. “That’s what I want to hear! Finally get to have some fun with that handsome lad of yours.” He sauntered toward the dressing room, calling Tanner’s pup’s name. “Cooorbin!” Corbin howled in response. “Corbiiiiin!” There was another howl.
“No don’t encourage the howling!” Tanner shouted back. Corbin answered with a howl. Tanner put his head into his hands.

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The level of control and dominance my stepbrother has over me is increasing day by day.

You came home from college for New Years and Christmas, and you were not pleased you finally had meet your new step-siblings. Why did your mom have to get remarried to a man who had kids? Her new husband had a son like a year older than you, and it annoyed you to suddenly have a step brother. A step brother who was more handsome, a better athlete, and a better student. And of course, he had a perfect girlfriend. Ugh. Brian annoyed you immediately.

Things took a really unexpected turn the day before Christmas. He sat down next to you on the sofa once and saw the Grindr app on your phone. You pulled your phone away, but Brian mouthed “Grindr huh?” at you, and you knew you were busted. Your mom you were gay, but why did your step family have to know? You busied yourself with getting a drink to hide how hard you were blushing. But who could blame you? You hadn’t gotten fucked in days, and being stuck in here with Brian was really really annoying. Mostly because he was annoying, but also because he was looking hotter every time you saw him in sunlight.

That evening, after everyone had gone to bed, there was a knock on your door. It was Brian. You told him to go away. He said you two needed to talk. Letting Brian in may have been a mistake – because he was in his underwear.  You asked him what that was about. Brian said he knew why you two were clashing so much, and he knew how you two could get along. And he pulled off his underwear. Christ, and he was also beautifully hung, cause of course he was.
“Wait what?” You sputtered. “You said you had a girlfriend!”
“Yeah,” Brian said. “I do. But fucking boys is a lot more fun.” And then he got on the bed. And on top of you.

So…it had gone on for the entirety of your trip home, him sneaking into your room after everyone had gone to bed. Brian was getting increasingly bold. Your need to be fucked and given release by a man was being held hostage by Brian, who saw he could claim you without competition pretty much whenever he wanted. He made a move for you in the mall bathroom. In a parking lot. In the car, while running an errand for his dad.  

You were beginning to think you’d never make it back to college without being caught! Every time you got away with having sex or fooling around, it felt like that would the last. Brian had big balls in more ways than one.

By the time you go back to Stanford, your roommates all had the same mentality, “Man, I can’t wait to get laid again. Being with my family over break gave me serious blue balls.”
You just groaned. “Different story with me, man. My new step brother sniffed me right out. He barely let me sleep!”
There wasn’t a ton of pity. Everyone agreed that any gay man worth his salt could sniff out the fact you were a rather needy bottom. Most of your mates just wanted to hear the details.

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Todd could barely look him in the eye. Joe was so intimidating. Todd had been attractive to him the day he starting hanging out at his friend’s frat house. All the guys there were jock-types, even the big bear-ish ones were strong and reeking of testosterone. There was something different about Joe. He carried himself with a quiet sense of superiority. He wasn’t brash and loud and a raging drunk. Despite being the same age as the other guys in his frat, Joe had an aura of wisdom and maturity the others lacked.

Todd just liked being near him. After a couple of times being around Joe, Todd began to think there was something else different about Joe from the others. And it wasn’t just his taste in movies.

After a party one night, Todd crashed on a sofa bed with his friend on the floor . Shortly after dawn he went downstairs for a snack, but ran into Joe going upstairs. And when he saw Joe, Todd nearly tripped. Joe was just wearing his underwear. All skin bare. The curve of his bulge filling his boxer briefs. It was too much. Todd froze and gawked.
“You finding something worth looking at?” Joe asked.
Todd should have apologized and scurried up the stairs. What came out of his mouth was, “Can I suck your cock?”

Joe looked real surprised. Then he looked amused. “I had an inkling,” he said. “Alright. You want it? Kneel and suck it right here.”
“Right here? On the stairs? Anyone could see us…”
“You best be quiet then.”
That turned Todd on something horrible, and he knew right then he was going to do it. He sank to the steps of the stairs and gazed up at this god of a man. After a few seconds ticked by, Joe’s face began to firm into a look of displeasure. Does he think I’m hesitating? Todd thought. Is he thinking that I’m changing my mind? I wish I could tell him what I was actually thinking. I wish I had the courage to tell him that I was real, real glad I didn’t kill myself as a teenager over being gay.
Todd ran his palms over Joe’s thighs and groaned. His fingers sought Joe’s waistband to pull down. Todd wished he could have shown Joe to his past teen self. His eyes would have bugged out past his head  – even further than the immediate erection! Todd wondered if he was hard right now, but he didn’t care to check. The important thing right now was getting Joe’s beautiful penis to full mast and those full balls drained before anyone else saw them. With men like Joe, you service them well the first time, and or you won’t be doing it again.

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