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vallentiro14:

“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“This sucks.”
“It does suck. I wanted to roast marshmallows on a fire.” Ollie pouts.
“Yeah I did too. No way the rain’s gonna let up though.”
Ollie sighs. We were supposed to be camping right now, but the “drizzle” we anticipated had become a downpour so we were stuck in a seedy motel for the evening.
“Well, at least we can have sex in a real bed,” I say.
Ollie looks at me. “Ok, normally I would totally be about that, but I am also disappointed I didn’t get to have sex in a tent.”
“Well I don’t think there’s room to set up a tent in here, but we can build a blanket fort, put the sleeping bag pads down and have sex on those if you want?”
He smiles. “You want to build a blanket fort? Really?”
“We can call it motel camping,” I suggest. “And there’s an over-hang outside our motel door. We can totally get the propane stove going to make dinner, or at least, make cocoa you can drink out your of favorite camping mug. We can play Uno in our tent, knock the whole thing over having sex, make dinner, and then we can watch a movie and cuddle in all the blankets.”
Ollie points a finger at me. “Sold.”

We salvage a ruin trip in a spree of juvenile joy. By the time the sun goes down, we were splayed in our half-collapsed blanket fort basking in the afterglow of good sex while we listen to the rain hit the windows. We take advantage of having an actual shower to clean up, and then we make dinner on our “porch”. Turns out we aren’t the only ones who got rained out from the campground, and two other groups join us in making the most random mishmash of dinner out of food that would have otherwise spoiled. We pass plates and ketchup and bottles of alcohol and cups of soda up and down the narrow cement strip in front of our motel units, laughing and joking over how silly this all is.

Eventually someone from the motel comes over to see what the smell is, and we give him a burger and he let us be.

When it gets late, the rain comes down even harder. We clean up, put everything away, and settle into bed in a nest of blankets to watch a movie on TV. Ollie finishes his cocoa but is half asleep by this point, cuddling me as he starts to doze off against my shoulder.
“Today was pretty fun after all,” he murmurs.
“It was. But anytime I’m with you is a good day.”
Ollie smiles. “I love you,” he whispers.

I blush and feel hot at the impact of his words. It’s the first time he’s said it to me. “I love you too,” I reply. Any hint of sleepiness I had is now gone. I sit there for almost another hour while Ollie sleeps in my arms, wondering how I got so lucky that it rained today.

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vallentiro14:

“I don’t want to. I’m not going.”
I put my hands on my hips. “What’s gotten into you? You love these parties. You make good money.”
“I know…”
“The men are expecting you, you’ve become a favorite, you know that.”
Miguel huffs. “You’re buttering me up.”
“It’s the truth. You drive them all crazy.”
“Someone else can drive them crazy. Send Lou or someone.” Miguel is trying to sound as tough as he can, but with his lispy Guatemalan accent he just sounds adorably petulant.
“Lou is already going. What’s going on sweetheart? I know you don’t actually want to miss working a party, tell me what’s really going on.” I sit my bulk down on the ottoman and rest my arms on my thighs.

Miguel sighs and looks away. “If I tell you, you won’t believe me. Or get mad. Or won’t take it seriously.”
“Miguel.” I say sternly. “The safety and health of my boys is the most important thing. I don’t train you to be thrown to the dogs. If there’s a problem with the clientele, I need to know. If you think you can’t talk to me, that kind of worries me actually. Have I been so harsh?”
“No no…not harsh. It’s just.” Miguel gestures with his hand.
“Just what?”
“It’s your brother,” Miguel says softly.
I sit up. “Dominic? This is about Dominic?”
“Yeah,” Miguel won’t meet my gaze.
I furrow my brow. Dominic’s my twin and my best friend. “What’s going on with Dominic?”
“He’s…well, he’s just…kind of creepy,” Miguel admits. “He doesn’t respect boundaries. He stuck a finger in me last week after I told him to keep his hands off my ass.”
“Dominic did that? MY Dominic?”
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Miguel starts to stand up.
I grab his thigh with my large hand and force him back in the chair. “Sit down.”
“Yes sir,” Miguel squeaks.
“What else?”
“He drinks too much, and just gets like…handsy. When we are trying to take a break to the side, he always finds one of us and tries to like feel us up. Or get us to blow him. We’re a little worried one day he’s gonna want something and not stop when we say no. He already tried to get Nick to go to a hotel with him, off the books, last week.”
I can scarcely believe the words coming out of Miguel’s mouth. It sends a barb through my heart, and my instinct is to defend my brother and believe him over a runaway-turned-escort. But Miguel has no reason to lie, and if he’s jeopardizing his income I should believe him. Boy has expensive taste.
“Say something,” Miguel pleads.
“This is …a lot to hear.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. You should talk to Nick. And Lou.”
“I’m going to. And don’t apologize. I’ll tell Dominic not to come tonight until I’ve talked to everyone.”
Miguel looks relieved. “Thank you, Sir.”
“How long has this been going on for?”
“He was always handsy while drunk, but in the last two months it’s gotten worse.”
I look Miguel in the eyes. “I’m so sorry you thought you couldn’t talk to me. Come here, you want a hug?”
“Yes,” he admits.
We stand up and share an embrace. I sit on the chair and pull him into my lap. He’s perfectly warm and smells like strawberries. “No other problems?”
Miguel nuzzles me. “Except for Lou sucking at karaoke? No. Mr. Callibro’s cologne always makes me sneeze though.”
I chuckle. “I can’t stand it either.”
“Ha! Maybe I need to get him better cologne.”
“That’s the thinking of a good escort.”
Miguel smiles. “I should go get ready.”
I give him another barrel hug from the back. “Ok. I’m good. Go on now. We leave at  8.”
“Yes Sir.”
I push Miguel up and give his butt a swat as he leaves. Miguel shoots me a coy look over his shoulder on the way out. Yep, that’s the look that drives all the men crazy. I sit in the chair for a moment and digest what he’s told me. The shock is burning away to anger. Now I have to call my brother and break the news to him he can’t come tonight. Probably for the best, as I’d punch him if I saw him in person right now.

I get up with a groan to go talk to Nick. I love my brother, but god help anyone who hurts my boys.

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southerncountrydaddy:

ericdane8:

Today’s alright….so far….

Jobe has a cigarette in the patio outside the hotel room. He came into town for the horse auction, but in the evening there was nothing to do. There was a hot guy walking around the hotel in that morning, but he was nowhere to be found when Jobe went down for dinner. After a period of digestion, Jobe decided it was too warm in his room, and it made sense to go for a swim. He was not expecting to see that man, the hottest man in the hotel, reading in a lounge chair. Fuck.

The cigarette was supposed to calm his nerves, but every time he glanced at that guy’s direction he got the jitters again. It was unlikely to go away. He was so hot. Just a slab of American beef. Shoulda been auctioned with the horses. Woulda gone for more, definitely.

Jobe exhaled and put out his cigarette stub. He strode into the pool with his Wyoming-bred swagger. He walked over the chair next to Hot Guy.

“Pardon. Mind if I set my hat here or are you waitin’ for someone?”

The man looked up from the book and startled slightly. “Ah, it’s you!”

Jobe blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah, I was behind you a bit in the line to check-in yesterday. I overheard you say you live in Boulander. I grew up in Arrow Bend.”

“Ah, that’s the next town over! What are the odds. You still live in Wyoming?”

“Sure do. About an hour from Casper.”

Jobe felt his heart race when he saw the man’s eyes flicker to his crotch. “Man what the odds. Are you here for the auction?”

“Sure am.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we can be friends,” the man purred.

Jobe shifted on his feet. “I’d like that.”

“Well go for your swim, let’s talk after I finish my book.”

Before Jobe to could stop himself, he blurted out, “Maybe we could go back to my room and have a nightcap.”

A deep smirk appeared on the man’s face. “I’d like that.”

Jobe’s head spun. He realized he was getting an erection and turned away. “Good. Let’s talk later cowboy.” Jobe could have sworn he heard the man groan. He was relieved the pool was cold.

Later that evening, they made it through one shot of bourbon before tensions boiled over. Jobe was thrown to the bed and ridden like a stallion. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed a fuck, but as the stress of work and travel melted away, Jobe had a feeling the stranger wouldn’t be spending much time in his own room for the duration of the trip.

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“Uh huh.”
“I’m telling you it’s so annoying! He always tries to sit with me in the cafeteria, he’s like always waits for me when our Bio lectures ends, he gives me compliments, tries to buy me coffee, it’s sooo annoying.”
Jack can’t take it anymore and starts chuckling under his breath.
“What?” Henry huffs. “It’s not funny. I think he’s stalking me!”
Jack throws the dish towel over his shoulder and puts the dry mugs into the cabinet. “Henry. Dear. He isn’t stalking you. He wants to fuck you.”
Henry stares. “What?”
“That’s why he’s giving you so much attention, and hovering around you. He likes you. Especially the way you says he stares at your legs and your ass and always smiles at you. The way he tries to give you things. He wants you to like him. Poor lad probably has no idea how to just ask you to bed. I mean if he’s a sophomore like you, he’s what? Barely 20?“
“…He doesn’t want to fuck me,” Henry scoffs.
“He does. I think probably a lot of men on campus want your attention and you are missing it. You’re cute, you got long legs, long eye lashes. You’re adorable. Sweet, even.”
Henry blushes. “Am not.”
Jack makes a gesture and a facial expression that says. You’re doing it right now.
Henry harumphs and folds his arms.
“Look, I know I’m letting you stay here with me as kind of your…old gay wise mentor-”

Henry giggles. “I thought you were going to say wizard.”
“Ha! Yes. I am a powerful old gay wizard and you are staying here as my pupil in a very odd retelling of the Black Cauldron.”
Henry giggles more.
“But- what I mean to say is – I promised myself I would not cross any boundaries with you when you came to stay here. Although I wanted you very much when I saw you.”
Henry’s jaw lowers. “You did?”
“Yes. Very much. Lusted after you for quite some time I did. But it was just lust. And it would have ruined a good friendship. You’re worth more than just your fuckability Henry. I found someone my own age to bother, and I’m glad I did. I enjoy having you around the house and listening to your naive adorable problems as you come of age.”

“I AM of age! I’m 20!”
“Ohh my apologies. Not 21 yet though. So no.”
Henry sticks his tongue out.
Jack throws the dishtowel at him.
“Hey!” Henry laughs as he catches it. “But ..like seriously, you wanted to fuck me? Do you still?”
Jack considers Henry and shifts his weight on one foot. “It’s different now. You’re like a son or a little brother to me. It would be weird. You should be with guys your own age. Like this Brazos fellow. You should give him the time of day sometime. Or just your ass, if you want.”
“I thought you said I was worth more than your fuckabililty.”
“True. You are. But it’s up to you who gets that worth. And if you just want a rut, nothing wrong with that. Sometimes you just need good fucking. That’s why Grindr is a thing.”
Henry turns the dish towel over in his hands. “I suppose. I don’t know how I feel about Brazos though… I mean he is kind of hot, but I was so worried about him being a stalker I just never thought of him as more than that.”
“Well, give it some thought. And if he’s bothering you, tell him to leave you alone. Or ask him out. Or ask him to bed. Just…don’t lead him on. Or tease him. It’s cruel.”
Henry nods slowly. “Sage advise, gay wizard.”

Jack cracks up. “I’m going to have to grow a beard now and get some flowy robes.”
“I think you just found your new Halloween costume.”
“Ohhhh Henry that’s a great idea…”

Henry smiles. “Glad I could help.” He exhales. “Looks like I got some thinking to do between now and class tomorrow.”
“Let me know how it goes.”
“For sure. I’m gonna go start on my homework.”
”Alright. Good luck with that.”

Jack watches Henry pop off the counter and saunter away in his sweater without pants on, teacup cupped in his hands. God he has no idea what men think of him does he… I can’t wait for that day when he figures it out. Christ, I need to call David. I need to get off.

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“Where’s my shirt?”
“Here, babe.” You hand him his shirt. “Damn, that was good. I’m gonna go grab something to drink, you want a La Croix?”
“Sounds great,” He says with a smile. You nod and smack his ass and slide out of bed. You go to the kitchen, get a drink, and kick the door to the fridge shut with your foot. When you come back in the bedroom, you pause in the doorframe to appreciate the view. He’s standing there, pantsless, in front of the window. The outline of your hand is clear as day on his peach ass. You grin.
After a moment, he senses your presence and looks over at you with that adorable brown doe eyed gaze. “What?”
“Nothing,” You say. “I just love looking at you a lot.”
“Awww,” he coos. “Thanks babe.”
“I mean seriously.” You hand him the La Croix. “I think you just should stop wearing pants in the house. I’ve never seen your legs and ass look great in any clothing as they do completely bare.”
You’re delighted to see him blush so hard that he forgets how to speak. He just looks at the floor and smiles. You put an arm around his shoulders and kiss his temple. Bare, fucked, marked, and yours. How it should be.

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flashdoggy:

domgayhusbands:

Never forget who your King is- the Head of the Household, the Man in the relationship, your Protector, your Owner… your Husband.

But…..where’s the dog?

The pup is out of frame, curled up next to its Masters’ bed on its own cushion, half in a doze. The yard was purged of squirrels this morning, and so he needs to refill his energy to play later and beg for scraps while the Masters make lunch.

Tomorrow the pup has to go upon the silly business of putting on clothes and pretending to be a human at this boring place called an office. But now? Now things were good. Lazy Sundays were always good.

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inordertobetterserve:

Really? Yugioh? Have some class. Play magic instead.

“Hey there boy,” I said, sitting next to him. “Whatcha doing?”
“Looking at my Yugioh cards…they’re getting kind of beat up from playing with my friends.”
“Well you had a lot of fun with them right?”
Gregory nods. “I had a lot. But I feel like it’s getting repetitive. A lot of my friends say I’m too old for this, or that it’s babyish. Maybe I’m just growing out of them…”
I rub the back of his thigh with my hand. “Does that make you sad?”
Gregory nods again. “It is. I had a lot of fun. I love card games. I just wish there was a way to like…expand it.”
“Hm,” I say with a smile. “I think I have an idea.”
“You do?”
“Wait here,” I say with a grunt as I stand up.
I walk to my guest room and take a box down from the closet. I come back into the bedroom to see a curious pair of doe brown eyes staring at me. “What’s in the box, Daddy?”
I smile. He’s just too cute. I had a crush on him instantly when I met him at a friend’s birthday party, but I was sort of hesitant to get close to him because of his outgoing personality. I found his fascination for childish things off-putting. But I couldn’t stay away from such a cute – and sexually needy boy.

Turns out he had a rather abusive childhood, and when he was content now, he sort of regressed to a part of his life that he never got to have. Honestly, once I realized it was harmless, I had never had so much fun in a relationship. We played all the time, went on all these adventures, and his boundless joy taught me how to see the world differently. It was a journey learning how to balance that part of Gregory with the adult part of him that was constantly horny and liked to show off his butt. I didn’t mind the last part one bit. Being his Daddy meant letting him grow-up as he was ready.
“Late Christmas present, I suppose.” I sat down next to him. I opened the box and handed him a giant stack of cards.
Gregory gasped. “Woah, what are these?”
“Magic the Gathering. I used to play all the time in college, but my group broke up and I didn’t have the time.”
“Wow! This is like a serious grown up card game,” Gregory murmurs, inspecting them. “Wow, the art is fantastic!”
“It is. It’s a very serious card game. And you can expand it as much as you possibly want. Want to know how to play?”
“Yes yes!” he exclaims.
I took the rubber band off the cards and began explaining it to him. Did I mention that I’ve never had so much fun in a relationship before? I loved being Gregory’s Daddy.

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dumbhornyjock:

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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betopigxxx:

piglandia:

cooking up some hot sausage 😉

#WeLoveNASTYPIG

“Honey?”
“Yes dear?”
“Do you want me to leave the sausage long and curved, or should I cut it up so it will fit in your mouth easier?”
There was a distinct sound of water being spit out. “Jesus boy!”
Mad giggling came from the kitchen. “I think long and curved is better. It fits in a bun sooo much better. Holds the spicy flavor in much better too. Nice and -” There was a sizzling sound as the meat hit the pan. “Hot.”
“Dammit boy. I’m trying to watch the game here.”
“Watching men play with one big ball? I mean, I’m in here and I have two.”
“That’s it. You get in here so I can spank you.”
“I’m cooking! I can’t leave the food or it’ll burn. Come in here and spank me.”

The boy heard the television being muted and footsteps as his man came into the kitchen. “Now I told you about bothering…”
The boy looked over his shoulder. “Hm?”
“You’re cooking in my favorite jockstrap. And that T-shirt that fits you really well.”
“Am I? Just too hot to wear pants in here.”
“Your ass looks so hot. Mmn…I think we need to warm up the buns before dinner.”
“Oh! Honey you’re hands are cold! Oh! Oh my – Oh my god, you are not going to fuck me standing up against the counter? Oh my god you are.”
“Either that or a spanking?”
“Well duh of course I want you to fuck me.”
“Be careful not to burn the sausage though. Or I will spank you.” His man picked up the yet unused spatula sitting on the counter and smacked the boy on the ass with it, making him jump and squeak. “Like that. Now watch the food while I enjoy my appetizer.”

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