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The beach is supposed to be relaxing. No noises, no distractions. Nothing to do except swim and bask in the sun, which we were doing now after having gorged on a big lunch. We rested next to eachother, sharing my enormous towel, listening to the waves lap at the shore. Sometimes a gull would careen overhead, cawing. Perfect calm. There weren’t even that many children out here on a weekday.

I wasn’t relaxed. I couldn’t stop thinking about how close we were out here on this vast beach with plenty of room. A foot maybe. Less, possibly. I was thinking of the way my sister gave me a suspicious look when I told her I was going to the beach with David. “One of your guy dates huh?”
“What do you mean by that?” I said accusingly.
“You just spend a lot of time with him, that’s all.”
Yeah, that was true. Every time I wanted to go somewhere, David was the first person I called. Or he called me. We were bros. Perhaps not just bros… my time with David had helped me realize something about myself though. I wondered how many people “knew” and was waiting for me to find out about myself. I wondered if David knew or had guessed.

“Hey um. David?” I asked, my voice unsteady.
“Yeah?”
“Can I tell you something personal?”
David turned his head toward me. I could see his deep green eyes staring curiously at me through the brown-pink glass of his sunglasses lenses. “What’s up bro?”
The knot in my stomach was so tight I almost couldn’t find the courage to get the words out. “David I …I’m gay,” I said softly. “I wanted to tell you first.”
David’s jaw fell slack. He kind of stared at me, digesting this, as I held my breath. I could not handle rejection and felt rising anxiety as I waited to find out if I was going lose my best friend.
“You are?” he said after a moment. “You’re gay?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Girls never did it for me. I just had to sit and think about it for a while…it was um. Obvious.”
“Oh,” David said, turning his face up to the sun again. My heart began to ache, and I feared it was about to be broken. I never took my eyes off of him. I watched his chest rise and fall, his breathing a bit rapid.
Minutes passed.

“David?” I said, my voice barely a squeak. “Please say something.”
David exhaled slowly. “Sorry I just…needed to think. You’re gay. Ok that’s… that’s fine. It’s good.”
“That’s good?” I repeated, unsure if there was sand in my ears or something.
“Yeah,” he said with that casual little smile of his. “That’s very good.”

“Ok,” I said, dizzy with relief. “Good.”

A moment later, I felt David’s hand bump against mine. I wasn’t sure was he was doing until he worked his fingers between mine and squeezed. I squeezed back, letting him tether me. I felt like a huge weight had lifted off of me. Without his grip, I might have just floated away.

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Text is fictional. Apparently today is Coming Out Day or something, so I wanted to do something appropriate.

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I pause when the photo shows up on my Facebook feed. It’s public, but addressed to me: ‘We’re having a great time, Paul! I’m so happy, thank you!!!“

I should be jealous. Green with it. They’re a perfect, handsome gay couple. William has an attractive rectangular face, straight white teeth, and a jaw you could chisel coal with. He’s got a thick neck and 45 degree deltoids under unmarred flesh. His boyfriend Raul is equally damn attractive, even with his hook nose that gives him character. Raul’s kissing William on the cheek. William’s face is flush with contentment. Behind them, the sea off the coast of Brazil stretches into infinity, buffeted by towering mountains. It’s an over-cast day, which leaves no strong shadows in the photograph.

They’re totally, utterly perfect. I am single, he is taken – completely, 100% taken. I should be jealous, but I’m not. I’m beyond happy. This time two years ago, William was headed toward a coffin – he left an abusive relationship, and walked right into the arms of crystal meth. Months of drugs, booze, and anonymous sex caught him up with him; his HIV positive status was detected in the hospital after he was found passed out on a grocery store floor. I was his counselor, helping him emerge out of a toxic situation into a healthy one. He was suicidal, near starving, not managing his positive status.

I was sure I was going to lose him. Raul gave him something to work for. Raul ran the coffee shop next door to the recovery meeting place. He was working on an MBA, clean and ambitious. He didn’t mind William’s positive status, but Raul would not court a man ragged and riddled from crystal meth. I used Raul as an incentive for William to keep going, even going so far as asking Raul to write him notes of encouragement on paper napkins. William kept every one.

I could barely see the old William in the new one. He jokingly called himself Will 2.0, and I understood why. He had been reborn. William was enrolled in school for fall, and soon they would move across town so Raul could start a new job. Before they began their life together, they took a trip to Brazil – to celebrate life, to celebrate eachother. I was just so happy for them, I began to cry at my keyboard.

I commented: "Thank yourself too. You created your own happiness. You fought so hard, harder than any patient I have ever had. It’s wonderful to see you live.”

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Text is fictional. Source unknown.

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Every Saturday morning, RJ rolls over out of bed, and pulls on his pants on his boxers just so he feels decent as he walks out to the balcony of his apartment. His Hot Neighbor always cuts the grass and cleans his pool early on Saturday,before it gets hot, but because he’s behind a fence he thinks no one can see him do it in a jock strap. RJ likes to sit there and touch himself and cup his balls until his cock is rigid and hard, then he takes out of his pants and strokes it until he can’t take it anymore. Hot Neighbor puts on a good show, whether it’s bending over while weeding, and push the mower around with the strong muscles in his back and shoulders, or using those thick python arms to fish leaves out of the pool with a net.

Hot Neighbor is a big guy, and it makes RJ to drip to think of being pounded by him. He begins to pump his cock harder at the idea of Hot Neighbor manhandling his skinny body and having his way with him. RJ groans as the climax builds. One morning a couple weeks ago, Hot Neighbor laid out on a lounge chair, pulled his long cock out of his jock strap, and masturbated. RJ had such an orgasm from watching him that he nearly blacked out, and every since then he’s been hoping for a repeat. It seems today will just be yard work though, which RJ is fine with… Hot Neighbor is all sweaty now and covered in grass clippings.

Today, RJ gets a sight of something almost as good. Hot Neighbor strips out of his jockstrap completely. RJ takes his fingers off his nipples for a moment so he can moan into a closed fist, pumping furiously now, his balls bouncing at the sight of Hot Neighbor in all his nude glory. A long, thick cock swings between his legs and RJ wants it – RJ wants it bad, he wants to run over there and beg for a fucking. He knows he can’t, and it keeps him hungry. Still, he wonders if Hot Neighbor likes cut dick.

After a stretch, Hot Neighbor dives into the pool and swims a couple laps. RJ isn’t watching that though – his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s muttering “fuck – fuck!” as cum shoots out of his cock and splashes over his chest. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groans, as the climax ebbs away. “Fuck yeah, god he’s so fucking hot…”

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Text is fictional. Source hard to find.

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Heinrich’s family were professional nature photographers; over the summer, when he was out of boarding school, he’d go with them on all sort of exotic adventures. For a story on sea turtles, they settled on a beach-side town in Ecuador. Heinrich, bilingual in three languages, quickly made friends with the locals. He learned of a secluded gay spot on the beach and wasted no time introducing himself to the boys. They were all  beautiful and dark and shameless, and Heinrich thought he was in paradise. They were all so nice and friendly. Used to the pale genitalia of other Europeans, Heinrich was fascinated by their tanned flaccid cocks and the dark mahogany color of their balls.

The boy were so nice and let Heinrich touch and explore all he wanted. From watching the other boys, Heinrich learned that cupping another boy between the legs means you’re interested in him. Heinrich got up his courage and pursued a young man he’d fancied, sneaking a hand in to cup Domingo’s plump balls right as a wave knocked him into Heinrich’s arms. He accepted Heinrich’s offer by pushing him back into the sand with a heavy kiss.

They barely made it back to the towel before they collapsed on top of it, grabbing the body oil and rutting like animals on the hot sand. Dominigo pinned the German boy down and took him hard, marveling at how his cock looked being swallowed up Heinrich’s alabaster ass. They ignored the cat calls from other gay beach-goers, lost in carnal lust of one-time sex.

Heinrich became very fond of Ecuador and later moved there to attend college. The beach boys gave him a nickname – Blanco – as a sign that he had been accepted as one of them.

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Text is fictional. Source is…porn, I guess. Sources are hard to find lately.

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“Jonah, why am I not getting any attention from the boys?” Robin asks, having pulled him aside down an used path in the garden.
“How are you not? You’re adorable.”
“But they don’t want attention from me.” He pouts.
“Hm, let me inspect you.” Jonah lifts up his shirt and is shocked by what he sees. “You have a jock’s body and a thespian’s wardrobe,” he chuckles. “Goddamn Robin.”
Robin watches as Jonah’s eyes trace the treasure trail down below his waistline. Jonah cups him between the legs to make the man gasp, then hooks his thumb in the waistband and pulls down hard. “Mnn…your hair is trimmed cleanly…could the problem be down here?”
“Please check,” Robin asks in a throaty whisper.
Jonah slips his hand down into his friend’s jeans and finds a half hard cock trapped in cotton, struggling to get out of the hot confinement. He wraps his fingers around it, enjoying listening to Robin sigh in pleasure.

“I think I found your problem Robin,” Jonah announces, still playing with it.
“What?” he blinks, eyes not focused.
“You don’t want the attention of other boys. You just want the attention of me.”
Robin turns bright red. “Shit. You caught me.”
Jonah smirks. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“Cause I always thought you’d only look at me as a friend…”
“Oh Robin. You silly boy.” Jonah removes his hand. Robin whimpers. Jonah undoes his belt buckle, button, and zipper, exposing Robin’s aching cock to fresh air. He trembles as the breeze traces over moisture on the tip.
Without explanation, Jonah pushes Robin against the stone wall and drops to his knees to take him into his mouth. Robin cries out a sharp noise and the crows fly out of the tree. He can’t believe this is happening and if he’s dreaming – and then Robin suddenly grabs onto the stone wall to keep from swooning because holy god he didn’t know Jonah could do that with his tongue.

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Jared nudged Gideon’s knee and gave him his warmest smile. “Thanks for getting me a beer.”
“Not a problem. I had to get up anyway.” Gideon glanced at him from the corner of his eye as he poked the fire with a stick. The light from the fire danced off Jared’s biceps, throwing shadows in the most mesmerizing way.
“Gideon?”
“Hm?”
“When are you are gonna kiss me?”
Gideon dropped the stick. “Pardon?”
“I’ve been waiting…hoping you would,” Jared admitted, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire, Scott singing folk songs off-key across the circle, and people laughing.
Gideon hesitated. All his closest friends from school were here and he wasn’t out to all of them. Heck, he thought Jared was straight up until a minute ago. His heart was throbbing at the idea of kissing Jared; there weren’t many gay boys in his school and hardly any as cute. Maybe it was the cheap beer coursing through his underage veins, or the warm summer night full of the sounds like the trees rustling in the wind and the crickets orchestrating in the underbrush, but Gideon felt like the world could be his.

He leaned to the side, propping his wrist on Jared’s bare thigh. Their eyes met for one moment to convey silent consent, then Gideon tilted his head to kiss his boy, meeting him halfway. Jared’s lips were soft and plump and Gideon melted into him. They broke for air, then Jared put a hand on the back of Gideon’s head to make sure he got another round. Their lips pressed together in sweet little kisses at first, before quickly intensifying into crushing pressure against the other as their hunger and hormones bloomed. Jared wanted Gideon, Gideon wanted to devour Jared, and both were increasingly frustrated as making out only intensified their desire to touch and explore.

It was then that both boys realized the guitar music had stopped, as had most of the laughter. Instead, there was murmuring. The boys broke their kiss, Jared pulling away first, his face tomato red. He took a huge swig of beer, and nearly spilled it because his lips were so kiss-swollen that he couldn’t really feel them.
Gideon wiped a bit of drool off his own mouth and coughed, running his fingers through his hair.  “Um,” he began, desperately wanting to continue making out with Jared and distracted by the idea of seeing him shirtless.
Corinne spoke first. “Gideon made the first move. You owe me $20, Laura.”
“Nuh uh, Jared totally moved first. It was nearly at the same time. No deal.”
“What? Were you even paying attention?”
“Girls! Girls. They moved at the same time. I’m sitting directly across from them,” Scott interrupted, tightening a string. “The bet’s a draw.”
“Arg no!” Corinne whined. “I was invested in this!”

“Um,” Gideon began again, a bit louder this time. “What are you talking about?”
Laura gave him a devilish smile. “We were betting on who was going to make the first move.”
Gideon sputtered, flabbergasted, “What? You knew Jared had a crush on me?”
“Well duh,” Corinne said, rolling her eyes. “Have you paid any attention at all to the way he looks at you?”
“I don’t look at him differently!” Jared insisted.
“Oh you do too. It’s sooo adorable. He’s been pining after you this whole semester, Gideon, drawing your initials in his notebook. Since he’s the new kid, we absolutely had to invite him to our end-of-school bonfire since we’d knew you’d be here. Laura and I figured something would happen once we got a little drunk. It was the perfect plan.” Corinne and Laura giggled like proper teenage girls.
Jared ducked his head. “I can’t believe it was that obvious. I tried to be so casual, I never thought anyone would notice…god I’m so embarrassed.”
The girls made “aww” sounds.
“Well, we’re just happy it happened,” Laura piped up, “Nothing like a new romance to start the summer off.”

Gideon squeaked. “We haven’t even talked about going steady!”
Jared bumped his knee again. “I’d like to talk about it.”
More squealing came from across the fire circle. Scott pretended to be fascinated by the stoners passed out on a nearby boulder.
It was Gideon’s turn to blush. “You want to be my boyfriend Jared?”
Jared reached for Gideon’s hand. “I’ve never dated a guy before, but I feel like I’d really like to try that with you.”
Gideon squeezed his hand back and moved in for another wonderful kiss. Halfway, he paused and put a finger up to signal for the girls’ attention: “Oh, and to clarify from earlier, Jared made the first move.”
Laura whooped. “That $20 is all mine!”
“Oh, you traitor!” Corinne yelled at Gideon, huffing as she dug out her wallet.

Neither boy was paying attention by the time the cash exchanged hands though; Gideon and Jared were busy kissing and falling deep into first love.

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Text is fictional. Boys are gay Youtube sensation MarkE Miller and Ethan Hethcote. Yeah, this was supposed to be July 17th’s post…I didn’t get home until 3 am. Sorry guys!

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“No, stop. Don’t go after them, Kelton. They’re mountain sirens – or as we like to call them in my village, hill whores. That’s not their real forms. They’re illusions. For years this was a place men would sneak off to seek pleasure in other men, and they would watch, and copy their faces, their actions. They’re not real, boy. They’re demons. You go off with them, they’ll hypnotize you with lust, distract you with their holes, and their cocks.”
“…Is that really a bad thing?” he asks.
“Well, you won’t notice it at the time but they’ll drain you of your sexual energy. All of it. You’ll never get it back. You’ll never produce another healthy sperm again, your cock will never get hard again. You’ll never penetrate another living thing and enjoy it.” I watch him pale.
“…We should move on then.”
“Yes, we should. In a couple hours, we’ll be at a town, there will be a brothel, you can find a boy for the night there.”
Kelton eyes them, then  looks at me. “How will I know he’s not a siren too?”
“Oh that’s easy,” I say, chewing on a piece of jerky, “Hill whores don’t leave the hills, they hate being under a roof, and they hate rotten fruit, which is why I’ve been carrying this lemon with me the entire day.” I lob it at them. The demons hiss and scatter over the ridge.
“See? Off they go.”
Kelton grabs my sleeve. “Come on let’s keep moving. This whole place creeps me out.”
“The world is a scary place, my friend. Don’t worry, by nightfall you’ll be screwing your brains out a happy man and you’ll have forgotten all about this.”
“I sure as fucking hope so. One of them looked like my brother.”

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“Well…that’s one way to keep ‘em down on the farm…” (67)

Heath did not know what to do with his son. Dylan had been caught three times now giving handjobs in the boys bathroom at school, only once for cigarettes. He wore his sister’s jeans, walked with a swish, and spoke with a campy tone. Frankly, Heath thought it was an embarrassment to have a teenage son acting in such a loose way, not a manly, proper way. He was horrified to learn how Dylan had been not only experimenting with men instead of the ladies. He might have tolerated this infarction until Dylan left for college, but his son’s grades were slipping. A cousin named Joe on his wife’s side owned a farm, and after some talk, Dylan’s parents sent him there for re-education.

Hard work and distance from confusing media imagery would align Dylan right. Having proper, heterosexual male role models would teach him how to chase girls and bed em well too.

Dylan initially hated the farm. He had to get up super early. The work gave his soft hands blisters, his fair skin burned, and unflattering bootcut jeans replaced his beloved cigarette jeans in a rainbow of colors. Also the chafing! His poor balls.
Dylan was a smart kid though – he couldn’t stop working unless he was providing another service in exchange, and began to conspire to put out. He didn’t have to lift a finger though. The other men sensed Dylan’s the natural need to submit and please other men, to seek their approval. Their leader, a man named Rich, asked Dylan to join him for a piss one afternoon. Afterwards, Rich didn’t put his cock away – he played with it until he had Dylan’s attention, then began to masturbate right in front of the young man. It was the perfect bait and the young lad was helpless being so close to a hard cock after not having one for weeks.

Oh how he missed the taste of cock on his tongue! Sucking a cock with the scent of sweat and Earth around his nostrils drove Dylan wild. Word spread quickly of the young twink’s services and soon the blisters on Dylan’s hands healed and he was back to wearing tank tops again. All the hands on the farm knew the signal – they just had to unbutton their pants and the twink would come right over to kiss their neglected lips, caress their bulging pecs, and empty their full balls down his tight throat. So much easier to work in the hot sun with a drained cock and a happy buzz.

It wasn’t two weeks later when Rich put the claim on Dylan’s ass by squeezing it in front of the crew, and by the end of the summer the newcomer lost his virginity bent over a blanket spread on a hay bale. His ass became one popular attraction. When Dylan decided to stay for the new school year, Rich made another power move and locked Dylan’s cock up good. No point in him being distracted by his own cock when there’s so many men to service; the hornier the better right? Even Joe gave in the lure of having a slut around the farm. 

Heath assumed all was going well, but when he saw Dylan again he was shocked – the man had become a fell fledged faggot. He did look healthier, stronger, and practically glowing. Plus all those men had such compliments to say about his work effort and Joe breathlessly explained how high morale was at the farm . Heath was at a loss. He cut his son loose and left him in the care of men who appreciated boys like Dylan. Dylan wouldn’t exchange his stable of studs for anything, even if that cage only came off a couple times a year. It was heaven.

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Post is fictional; models are Damien Crosse and Chris Porter. More images are here, including some piss play and sex.