“Yeah this shirt is way too small for these guns. We shouldn’t buy it.”
“What?? Are you insane? That is the reason we should buy it! Matter of fact I am buying it. For you well, really for me. But also for you. Rawr.”
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Eric slows down from jogging speed when he spots his pup that had bolted earlier to chase a bird. He sighs. His pup is rolling around in the lake shoreline, getting wet and dirty. When he sees his Master, the pup rolls onto his belly and looks up at Eric sheepishly.
“And here I was, thinking it’d be too cold for you to make a mess today.”
“Bark,” his pup says, in apology.
Eric nudges the boy’s gorgeous ass with the tip of his boot. “So dirty! I’m gonna have to wash you in the kiddy pool in the driveway again!”
The pup wiggles around and tried to gnaw on the shoe.
“Ack!” Eric exclaims. “No, those are my good boots!”
Just then, a crab skitters across the stones. The pup whips around and barks at it before it vanishes, then begins to dig maniacally in the sand to find it.
Eric chuckles. “Well at least you’re having fun and getting your energy out.” When his boy begins to whimper at losing the crab, Eric distracts him with a big stick to fetch and retrieve.
This will definitely fix the problems Eric’s been having with the boy’s irritability and chewing on things. And he’s correct. The pup sleeps the whole way home. He needs the energy to hump things and beg for cuddles later of course.
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Oh yeah!
“Sir – these are a little, um, small. They barely cover anything!”
“I think it’s funny that you think I care, fag. You don’t need to be covered out here. I’m only letting you wear them so you get those pretty tan lines on your fine rump.”
“What? Ohh damn! I hadn’t thought of that. It’s so girly though…how embarrassing!”
“Well, it’s what I want. Now come over here and put sunscreen on me.”
The fag turned around. When he saw his Master in that red Speedo he forgot about his own underwear issue. “Yes sir, coming right now!”
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There is only one appropriate caption for this: Unf, dat ass.
Vicente Ochoa Perez – Lamov Compañía de Danza
Reblogging this because it made me say, “woah” out loud. Just beautiful.
Yes Sir!!!
“Time to start your transformation, faggot,” he announced, crossing his python sized arms. He then sighed at the fag’s reaction. “….Why do they all ejaculate on the floor when I say that?”
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Maintain control with a firm hand. It will do more for him than you can ever know.
In Star Trek, there’s an iconic move called the Vulcan Death Grip, a signature of the Vulcan alien species. It renders enemies dead immediately, with what only appears to be a tight squeeze on the shoulder. Growing up, my dad would tease me endlessly about my incredibly strong grip and for a short while I was five I actually believed I could kill someone.. By the time I was a teenager and started using the gym in my high school, I still had to make sure not to hurt people when I said hello.
As I got older and starting becoming exploring my lighting hot interest in boys, I quickly learned a new, interesting use of my Vulcan Grip – domination. I discovered myself to be a 100% top. Overpowering boys and the men, the more muscular the better, sent a thrill right through my veins and made my cock throb with the blood rushing down to it. I could pin just about anybody, or wrestle their hands away and put them where I wanted. Very few muscular jocks were strong enough to out maneuver me. It wasn’t that I didn’t liked being touched – I did – I just liked the control more. Most sensed my strength and submitted me to me, allowing me to position them and fuck them as I pleased.
Then, I met Marcos. Marcos annoyed the shit out of me because he refused to be a good little bottom bitch. Marcos fought me every fucking step of the way to get his rocks off. I was still stronger than him, but when that little bastard kissed me in that deep, intense way he did, I got distracted and he could slip free. Taming him was exhausing, and the first time I had him, breeding his tight little brown ass was the sweetest victory I had enjoyed in a long time. By the time I was done, I had sweated buckets, was starving, and could barely move.
I was astonished when Marcos came back to me at the bar, wanting a rematch. I nearly choked on my beer. “Not enough of a work out for you, Marcos?”
“Oh I was sore as hell the next day,” Marcos admitted, “But the afterglow lasted three days… I need that again. I need to fight you.”
Well, it was not what I was expecting. It was interesting though, that was for damn sure. I peered at Marcos over my beer. “Alright. You got your wish. Wear your tightest underwear. It’ll be the most fun taking it off of you.”
Marcos showed up wearing long-johns, boxer briefs, and a jockstrap.
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fag in heaven:)
Beautiful nips deserve his worship!
“I’m telling ya, fags are fun but you have to set limits. If you don’t, they’ll suck your tits all day! Makes ya horny but it also makes your nipples sore. Gotta set some limits. Trust me, they’ll be happier when they never know what they’re getting that day. Keeps them eager.”
Donovan came out of the club because one of his friends had told him he’d left his lights on. When he saw the faggot on his car hood, he sighed. The lights probably attracted him. Damn. Wait that meant that there were shoe prints on the hood of his Rover! Donovan felt the vein in his forehead twitch. Faggots were so troublesome, their desperation for a hot fuck and the attention of men made them oblivious to how some of their behavior affected others. Some bros were standing in a cluster on the sidewalk, watching the faggot twerk his ample bottom on the hood of his Rover. Sigh. This one was an attention whore too. Well, he had a nice body at least.
“HEY faggot,” Donovan shouted, rolling up his sleeves.
The young man froze and looked over his shoulder. The wide-eyed look was a force. They wanted to be caught and punished. They all did.
“What the fuck you think you’re doing on my car? Did you pay for that car? No! Get off of that car!”
The faggot quickly slid off the hood, holding his pants up with one hand.
Donovan swooped in and pinned the faggot to the hood of the car, much like a cop who was arresting someone.
“Who said you could put your shoe prints on my car?”
“I – I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t think about that Sir I just – I just-”
“Yeah I know, you’re horny right?”
He whimpers. “So horny Sir. I saw that your lights were on and thought you’d be out soon so I tried to look sexy-”
“Shut up,” I barked, annoyed. “Take your shirt off.”
“Yes sir,” he quickly replied. We pulled it off of him together, then I made him stand there next to the car while I used it to wipe the dusty sole marks off my car. After, I tossed it over my shoulder. “Now your pants.”
“Si-Sir, here?”
“Is this what you wanted or not? Get your shorts down now.”
He quickly pushed them down, exposing his bottom.
“Mmm…” I ran my palm over the curve of his ass, appreciating how he arched into me. “Horny little bitch faggot…”
The faggot whimpered. I bent him back over the hood of my car.
My hand roamed forward, seeking, grasping.
I chuckled. “Oh ho. What we have here? Who locked your tiny dicklet up boy?”
“My – my brother.”
I laughed. “God, you really do have to be kept on a short leash huh? It’s a goddamn family affair. I bet he’d love to hear what you’d been up to tonight.”
The faggot sniffled. “Please Sir, my brother’s straight. I’m so ..so…so horny I need your dick, your big wet, horny…delicious…” he moaned. I heard pre-cum drip on the ground.
I shook my head. “You’re a mess, boy.” I unzipped my pants.”But you’re making me horny, so I will fuck you.”
He lifted his head. “Oh really? Oh god thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”
I pushed his head back down. “Yeah just stay like that, bent over the hood of my car. It’s a nice view.” I found some condoms and some lube in my glovebox, and gave the faggot a real hard pounding, right there in the parking lot. His wild yowling attracted a whole gang of feral animals though… and we went through the whole bottle of lube sating that desperate faggot’s ass. He was so grateful for every dick we gave him, we put his mouth to good use too..
The mess wasn’t anything we had to worry about either. We still had his clothes for that. I didn’t clean his hand prints off my Rover for a few days though…I liked when others saw them there, and knew my conquest.
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“…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!