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I texted him first: Hey – did you mean what you said on the profile? ‘Dinner and a Dominant Man wanted?’
Andre: Hells yes I did šŸ˜‰ Sooo sick of cafeteria food here at the dorms. I miss home cooked food, and I need a hard fucking to get all this tension out of my muscles from studying for mid-terms. If you bring me food, I’ll put out for you all night long!

I stared at the response. Either sluts are getting younger and bolder or he was an extremely clever whore who had snuck into a college dorm. I pondered this.
Me: Well, I can take control in the bedroom if you want. But if you’re really a student at Rojo U, then send school ID and driver’s license so I know you’re not jailbait.
Andre: Mmm if I do, what are you gonna make me for dinner? I saw ur profile pic, you’re damn delicious looking on your own but a boy has to eat.
I actually scoffed. I wonder how often this worked for him. Me: Well, I hunt in the winter, so I got venison steak, I can make a mushroom risotto, and maybe a rainbow chard/baby green salad with raspberry vinaigrette?

The response came within minutes.
Andre: O.M.G. I am absolutely drooling, that sounds so fucking good. I can be dessert ;). Here are my IDs babe. Last name edited out, but u can see my birthday and my school! Rojo pride!
I opened the images. He was a cutie, and legal indeed at 20. Still 9 years my junior but hey, if the way into his pants was through his stomach I might just be game.
Me: Thanks for sending that over fast. Yep, you’re def who you say you are. But… I’m 29, I’m not sure I should still be sleeping with college boys. Probably should be with real men my age. What do you think? I was playing him, yes, but I had a feeling he’d know it and love it.
I wasn’t expecting another text image of the brunet posing in a public dorm bathroom with a proud boner jutting out from plump balls at a 45 degree angle. He had flat, rippled abs and a defined iliac crest – my weakness. My cock began to rise the longer I stared at that photo. I could split him in half and make his whole floor hear him being rammed. Or, he could spend the night here. I had a feeling he’d love it either way.

Andre sent a text to go with it: You want this? šŸ˜‰
My cock took over for me: Fuck yeah I do. You want a dominant man? I will teach you what it’s like to be fucked by a man and not a boy. You want to feel a big cock sliding in and out of you, bringing you toĀ  ecstasy, making you beg for more?
Andre: Fuck yeah I do, babe. When can you come over? I’m sitting in my dorm room playing with myself, so horny!
Me: I need time to make the meal, defrost the steak. Come over tomorrow night ok? I’ll bring condoms.
Andre: Tomorrow?? But I’m horny now! :((

I raised an eyebrow. Goodness, how long has it been since he’d had a dick?
Me: I know slutty boys always have a favorite toy. Why don’t you play with it and send me some pictures.
Andre: Grrr so horny! Fine, I’ll do that – but you better be amazing!Ā 
I text him back a photo of my own engorged cock with my fist around it to show off its size. Me: Be good, you’ll get this after dinner.
Andre: Madre de dios *____*
I had to laugh. He was so silly, a twinky little college boy and a big nelly bottom. He sent me some sexy, shameless photos of him naked and fucking himself with an impressive dildo; I enjoyed jacking off to them.

The next day I tidied the house and whipped up a good meal. After Andre came over, we wasted no time giving eachother hand jobs and kissing in the kitchen. He was so small compared to me, and the way my large hands looked roaming over his genitals drove me absolutely wild. It was a struggle to break away from his sweet mouth for dinner.

We somehow managed to eat like civil people. We even managed small talk and kept clothes on from the salad to coffee. When the last dish went into the dishwasher though, I looked up and saw the way Andre was looking at me. That’s when I knew I’d fed the machine of lust in him and given him plenty of energy to burn on his back, legs in the air, bent over furniture, anyway I could do him. And trust me, I fucked his brains out in nearly every room in my house, including the shower. Boy simply could not get enough of my meat in his ass, even when he ran out of cum. Around 3 am, I tucked an exhausted, wobbly legged twink with a stretched hole into bed and cuddled up next to him.

I woke up to him humping me at 8 am and begging for permission to ride me. I began to wonder if he’d taken a drug, but he claimed he hadn’t. He said he was just…pent up. Well, I couldn’t say no. I let him ride me until his toes curled and he came all over my chest.

Andre never really left. He goes to school still, handles the chores, and puts out in exchange for a discount in rent. I’m the cook and the provider of cock, and he is happy as a harlot can be. Might just be a temporary thing while he’s in school, but damn is it nice to have a slut around the house.

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Text is fictional. Source is here, but that’s not the original source. The boy is Aiden Summers, twink extraordinaire of Helix Studios.

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femme4masc:

I am so sorry, babe. I really am.

I donā€™t know what happened today. I just saw you getting ready to walk out the door as I made breakfast, wearing nothing but an apron. There he was, my Man in his perfect suit, andā€¦ something came over me. I had to have you.

Iā€™m sorry that I jumped you and wrapped my legs around your waist, and started biting your neck and ears like a little animal.

Sorry that you tried to get me off of you by tickling me, but then I took your hand and stuck your finger up my pussy and effectively neutralized you. You shouldā€™ve seen the determination melt off your face.

Iā€™m sorry that I made you my prisoner by using the padded handcuffs you got me to bind you to the kitchen island.

Sorry, Sir, that I so inconsiderately ripped open one of your favorite dress shirts and didnā€™t even bother to pull your tie off completely, just to feel your cut torso against my bare hands.

Sorry that I undid your belt and pants so fast, as only I can, fished out your hard rod (which was encouragement, really, since it betrayed that you wanted this), and promptly engulfed it with my boipussy.

Iā€™m sorry that I left you hot and bothered, confused, aĀ heavingĀ mess on the floor of my kitchen, and made you be on time for work, as opposed to ā€œ15 minutes early always,ā€ like you like to be.

For all itā€™s worth, Sir, notice how clean ā€” if a bit wrinkled ā€” your clothes still are. This is me, your pussyboi, weā€™re talking about. I never waste a single drop. It all went inside me, like it should always be.

Iā€™m so sorry. I just had to. Iā€™ll take the handcuffs off. Iā€™ll help you put your clothes back on and go back to looking sharp, as is our custom. Please donā€™t be mad at me, babe. Iā€™m just a clever, cunning, hungry little pussyboi who canā€™t contain himself when he sees his big Stud. Who canā€™t help but please Sir, and wonā€™t rest until thereā€™s a satisfied grin on Sirā€™s face, like there was this morning when I let you go to work.

Truly, my sincerest apologies, Sir. I promise you it will happen again.

“Mm I’m not sure your apology is sincere enough… I might have to give you a spanking to ensure you’ll do it again.”

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I stop dead in my tracks when I walk into the bedroom; he’s obviously on the edge of heat. I watch him writhe in silence on the bed while I undo my tie. “Hmmm….you…want me to do laundry?”
“No!”
“Give you a spanking?”
“Noooo!”
“You …like the new sheets I bought?”
“ARG! Get over here and fuck me!”
“mm no I’m not sure that’s what you really want.”
“Why are you torturing me?” he whimpers.
I begin to unbutton my shirt. “Because…I think you want more than a fuck. I think you want to be tied to the bed, edged, have your balls smacked, and then slowly slowly fucked until you go crazy. But I just can’t tell.”
He keens out into the pillow. “Fuuuck yeah I want that.”
“Mm still not sure.”
He gives me this murderous look, then stomps to the closet. He returns with the rope, a paddle, lube, a feather, and vibrating dildo and dumps them all on the bed with a huff.
I grin. “Oh noooow I understand. See, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”
He throws a pillow at me. “Get those pants off or I’m taking them off.”
“Tsk tsk…bossy bottom. Do we need to get you a gag too?” I ask.
“Oh you are so infuriating!”
“Yes, but you love me. Now, be a good boy, and finish undressing me.”

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Text is fictional. The gif I think came from peterfever.com.

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femme4masc:

Doms. Masc tops. Boys. Theyā€™re so precious.

We love them because theyā€™re big and imposing, if not physically, then in terms of their sheer confidence and power. An entire being made up of sheer dominance.

We forget sometimes, though, that every strong, assertive Masc top was once a little boy, and that little boy still lives deep down inside them. Iā€™d go as far as to say theyā€™re part little boy, part puppy: thereā€™s no denying how excitable and impressionable both those beings can be.

So is it really a surprise that nowadays he, your fully-grown Masc Man, literally starts panting when you strip down to his favorite sexy underwear? That his eyes glaze over and a devilish smirk appears in his face each night when he realizes youā€™re like a new toy he gets to play with? Or that, when you give it to him, he laps at your boipussy like he were an actual puppy and youā€™d coated it with peanut butter?

*sigh* Even if they forget our favorite flowers, or what toppings to put on our half of the pizza or our dadsā€™ birthdays. Even if theyā€™re bad boys, they always deserve it, just by virtue of how f*cking adorable they are.

Oh, those Tops. What are we going to do about them?

You make those Tops wash your favorite sexy underwear by hand. He wants you wear them because it makes him hungry, but they’re delicate and the industrial washers at the laundromats destroy them. Those hands could be used for chopping wood, grilling steaks, or building furniture, but instead make him use them to scrub lacy and skimpy underthings in the sink. He’s responsible for the dried pre-cum in them anyway. He’ll protest at first, but the pride on his face as he shows you them drying on the line will be adorable.

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Geraldo has gotten an alpha male’s attention by strutting around in tight fitting white underwear and teasing himself in it to half mast. He’s about to discover though, that there is a different between advertising to and taunting an alpha male. “I was a good boy this weekend and didn’t masturbate, but my balls are so full! I need someone to milk me between my legs,” said in a low, husky voice, is a good way to end up naked in five minutes.Ā  “Sure you’re fucked a lot of boys, but once you’ve had mine, you’ll spend the rest of your life comparing everyone else to me,” is acceptable, if not a little dangerous. “I bet you’re all talk and no action, just because you know how to stick your cock in a boy doesn’t mean you’re any good at it, so prove it,” is a terrible idea. “I’m sure that’s just a sock in there, you gonna pleasure me with a sock?” is red flag territory.

Geraldo is about to learn that lesson now, as he’s about to receive the hardest fuck of his life, and feel that alpha cock probe parts of his pussy he didn’t even know could be reached. One arm will be around his neck, holding him in place as he takes the biggest dick of his life. He’ll love it, but once he realizes the full power an alpha has over his little twink body he’ll not only respect them more, but gain a healthy little bit of fear as well. Geraldo will think twice about poking them with a stick in the future.

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Text is fictional.

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Olev came home after work to find the door unlocked. Oh, so his roommate was home. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of two men fornicating on his couch. “Oh!” he exclaimed, “Shit, I’m sorry – I …I’ll go my room now.”

He began to take off his shoes when he realized not either of one them had looked up. They were too lost in whatever Raymond’s boyfriend was doing on his lap. He was clenching and rocking his ass on Raymond’s cock and was making feral, gutter noises between keens of pleasure. Seems Raymond found himself a tried and true pussyboi who was busy blowing his mind while riding him. Olev kept his eyes glued to them as he tip toed to the bedroom. He knew knew things were going well with Raymond’s new boy but didn’t know it was this well!

He let them have their privacy although without headphones, he could hear them going for hours until the passed out on the sofa together around midnight. Olev snuck into the kitchen to make a sandwich and lock up the place. They were a cute couple, sticky and sweaty and totally unconscious, with smiles on their faces. He covered them in the blanket and turned off the lights.

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Yousef spends a good hour in the tub twice a week practicing his ass jiggles in the mirror, the same way a ballet dancer might watch herself stretch in front of one. As the club’s #1 go go dancer and boy-for-hire, Yousef’s entire life revolved around his status as the best power bottom in the club. He took mesmerizing men with his amazing ass very seriously.

If one of them wanted to take him home after, he had to be be able to live up the standards. He had to be able to go from power bottom mode to pussyboi mode in seconds; they expected Youself would make their eyes roll back in their heads from way he was massaging his cock with just his butt and draw every drop of seed out of their balls. It wasn’t unusual for Yousef to make rent in one night, but that ability didn’t come from raw talent – it was lots of practice, lots and lots of practice.

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Post is fictional. Guy is Billy Santoro. This short Vine clip is the source.)