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Your boyfriend’s on a two week business trip and has put you into chastity for safekeeping so you don’t wear yourself out when he’s gone. A week later and you miss not just him, you miss male company. You crave intimacy. So you go out to a bar and bring home a pretty brunet who is curious about that hard bulge in your jeans. Your boyfriend expects this, and you’re allowed to do what you want as long as you’re horny for your man when he comes home.

As you crawl onto the lap of this new brunet, he wraps his arms around you and begins to kiss your torso.

His lips find their way to your nipple and he latches on to your pec. You moan softly as with every lick, bolts of lightning zap down to your aching, throbbing crotch. You stroke the back of his neck. His arm is firm and you enjoy squeezing the muscle there. His arm is wrapped around your waist, anchoring you. You feel safe, secure.
This is a good catch, and you are pleased with yourself. He’s not just going to nut and leave – he wants to take his time with you. Which is good, more time with a male body against yours is what you crave. But you’re also impatient.

You grind against his lap as a hint. His slides his hand down your ass and runs his fingers down the crease of your ass. You shudder and whine. All you’ve succeeded in doing is making yourself hornier and more impatient.
“I need you to fuck me,” you beg. You grind against him again. “It feels huge, I want it in me, like right fucking now.”
He chuffs air out of his nose and looks up at you momentarily. “You’ll wait. What choice do you have?”

You gasp softly. Fuck, why did being spoken to like that make you even hornier? How embarrassing. When he begins to suck on your other pec, you keen when his tongue flicks over your nipple and your jeans feel soaked. Relieving the pressure does nothing for your arousal.
The brunet pulls his lips off of you and blows on your wet skin. You shudder – full body. “Oh my god,” you croak. Every nerve feels like it’s been turned up to 11.
He moves his other hand to cup you between the legs, as if testing something. He unzips your jeans, sticks his hand in, and fishes your cock and balls out there. It’s a struggle to them out of the zipper; the rough cold metal of the zipper rubs against your balls and you can’t tell if you like or hate it. Everything is damp and sticky.
“Oh, it’s just pre. looks like you didn’t actually cum. Your balls are still pretty heavy.”
“I haven’t cum in a week!”
He doesn’t seem to have heard you. To your shock, he tucks everything back in and zips you back up. “We’ll get to this later after you suck me off.”
“Later? Don’t you know how bad I need to cum?” You protest. It’s only after the words leave your mouth do you realize what’s slipped out. He raises an eyebrow at you as if to say – what a silly boy.
You’re going to die of embarrassment. Lock up makes you dumb.
“I thought you wanted to be fucked. You know those aren’t exclusive right?” the brunet says.
“I want to be fucked,” you agree quickly. Cause you could possibly cum if he fucks you – it’s possible. Deep down you know that only a week into chastity, the likelihood of having an anal orgasm is almost 0. But not quite zero. And you cling to that. “I want to suck you off, I just- I just need your cock,” you plead. “In any way.”

“When I’m done with your torso, you’ll suck me off.” And that’s the end of the conversation. He returns to your nipples and teasing your hole, and you return to whimpering in his lap, helpless.

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“You’re concerned someone’s gonna see us?” Brandon walks over the window. “Baby no one is gonna see us. Look, it opens up to the back of the hotel. No one is even parked here, it’s the middle of the day. Look at this gorgeous sunlight spilling into here.”
“But someone could walk by…”
Brandon glances outside the window again. “There’s no one there, baby. But honestly?” Brandon pulls on the cord and the blinds go up. “I hope they do. I want everyone to see me breeding you. You know why, Nate? Cause you are fucking beautiful when you’re lost in it. That’s when I know whether or not I’m hitting it right, just by your face. Anyone walks by us and see us? Good. Shit, they gonna be jealous.” Brandon throws his towel on the chair and stands there naked. “Guarantee they ain’t be fucked as good as you get it on a bad day. Maybe seeing you will be a relevation to them.”
Nate tries to stammer out a response to that but it won’t come. He’s hard as piece of rebar.
Brandon strolls over to the bed with purpose. “I suggest you put your head down and your ass up; cause the sooner you do, the sooner you won’t be thinking about this damn window at all.”

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FARM After Work Time 🚜🚜🛠🐃🐃🧢🌽💦💦

Coby paused a moment before interrupting John’s rest, although he knew John had already heard his footsteps coming up. No matter how many times he saw John shirtless, it was still amazing. There were some lambs born that did not have as much hair as John had on a normal basis. He cleared his throat. 
“Brought you a cold beer, John.”
John lifted his ball cap. “We have beer? I thought we were out.” He took the can.
“No, the fridge was full last time, so I put the overflow in the fridge in the garage.”
“Huh.” John cracked the can, holding it over the dirt so it didn’t drip on him. “What a miracle.” He took a swig and exhaled. “Man that hits a spot after working cows all day. Thanks.”
Colby smiled demurely and clasped his hands behind his back. 
John sat back in the chair with half the can left in his hand. He glanced at Colby and licked his lower lip to get the suds off. “Alright, you can get on.”

Colby made a little noise of victory under his breath. John pushed his fly open and brought his cock out. It was already half hard and it didn’t take much stroking to get it up to full mast. The head pushed out of the crown of skin. “Man, this thing is sweaty. You sure you want it?”
“Don’t bother me, it’ll just make it easier to ride. I’m already lubed, though.” Colby threw a leg over John’s lap.
John took a swig and set the can on the ground. “Man, slow down there Cowboy.”
“I’ve been waiting all day for you to come in from the fields. I’m done being patient.”
“Well be patient on my dick, or you’re going to bend something.”
Colby met his gaze while his other hand guided John’s cock to his whole. “I always go nice and slow with you don’t I? You’re too big for me to take right away…need to get used to you anyway.”
“Fucking hell.” John groaned as tight heat enveloped his cock. “You are never leaving his farm ya hear me? You’re just everything I ever need.”
Colby didn’t answer right away. His eyes were half closed and he was working on getting the rest of John into him by making slow motions up and down. “Well if you really mean that, do me a favor – get a better chair. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother in the ER that I need a tetanus shot after having sex.” 

John barked out a laugh. “Christ Colby, don’t bring up my mom during sex! I’ll get you a better chair, I promise. Now keep your mouth shut and focus on what you’re doing. No bending stuff.”
Colby smirked and sat down on John’s lap. “Copy, cowboy.” 
John groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Sweet lord in heaven!”

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“Look at your bulge. Such a nice bulge…damn, your cock is so perfect for your body size.”
“Thank you, Ryan, I appreciate that.”
“Mmn. Can I touch it?” Ryan pulled at the waistband of his shorts.
“Yeah you can.”
Ryan slid his hands down Mark’s underwear. He moaned as skin and skin made contact. “This always gives me goosebumps. Your cock is so huge and long, and somehow it’s loose in here, untamed. Unrestrained. I don’t know how to manage it. Fuck, feeling it is making me so horny.”
“If you want to give lip service, get on your knees and do it properly, Ryan. Do it well, and I’ll help you squirt a little to relieve the pressure. But you won’t cum, remember.”
“No Sir. Not without permission,” Ryan said in a hurry.
“I need you nice and horny in lock up for when I need your ass.”
“Yes sir, of course. I love soothing your needs.”
“You’re such a good boy Ryan, you please me so much. Come kneel here, take your time with it.”
“Yes Mark! Thank you!” Ryan rushed to kneel before his boyfriend. He returned to rubbing the curved shape in Mark’s shorts. “Oh your bulge is getting hard now.” He nuzzled it with his cheek. “I love it so much,” he murmured. “It’s so erotic.”
Mark chuckled. “It loves you too. Come on, service it properly please.”
“Ah, sorry, yes Mark. I will. It’s just sooo distracting.”
“I think you’re going to need some time with a dildo after this.”
“A dildo would definitely make me squirt!”
“You think you can make yourself squirt, using a dildo on yourself?”
Ryan thought. “I don’t know, but I can squirt with your cock in me. So I should be able to.” Ryan bit his lower lip and pulled down Mark’s shorts. “Fuck, goddamn. So much to reveal. Can I use a dildo and service you at the same time?”
“You’re not quite ready to multi-task yet, you keep neglecting one task or another. One thing at a time, boy.”
“Yes Mark. Thank you, you always know best when my head is foggy!”
“That’s why I’m here, to look out for you, love.”
Ryan gazed up at Mark with adoration before returning to his task of serving Mark’s increasingly erect cock. Mark lovingly stroked his hair as he worked. Ryan was such a good pet.

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Adrian enjoys the paper as he waits the last few minutes for the washer to finish. Sir paid to get his favorite newspaper delivered all the way from France and Adrian reads every copy. It was a kind gesture. Adrian was hesitant to go with Sir abroad, away from everything and everyone familiar, but the idea of being apart from Sir was too painful to process. Although he was homesick at first, Adrian is glad he went. Keeping a house in a foreign country was a refreshing challenge. Any new way to impress Sir is an opportunity he will take.

The washer dings. Chores don’t change though no matter where you live though! Adrian isn’t a huge fan of chores, and yet, he is part of the reason the sheets kept getting dirty. It’s a vicious cycle.

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“Wow.”
“Wow…what?” Ari sat back on his knees.
“Most of the men I’m sent to sleep with don’t kiss me like that.”
“Like how? Bad? Good?”
“Good,” Daniel insisted. “It was nice. Deep.” He smiled.
“Oh.” Ari messed with his tie. “I just was wanting to do that, but I can’t during sex cause you face the other way.”
“Yeah that’s usually why there isn’t a lot of kissing. Everyone flips me around and gets down to business.”
Ari stroked Daniel’s thigh. “You can sleep here as long as you want. Check out is at 11. Order some room service on my tab ok?”
Daniel smiled. “Wow a good kisser and generous? I got lucky with this one.”
Ari did blush a little this time. He let his eyes roam on Daniel’s torso; they lingered on his hip and Ari reached out to graze the little tattoo with his fingers. “Daniel are you like…safe, with these people who send you to me?”

Daniel looked surprised. “Safe how?”
“Like…they have you marked like a cow.”
“Oh.” Daniel looked uncomfortable. “I can get that removed one day. But like, Ari, trust me, you don’t want to talk about this.”
“I…don’t?”
“No. Because in my life, this is the good outcome.“
Ari didn’t know what to say. He glanced down at the bed. He suddenly felt ashamed of the privilege in his life, the private schools he hated going to, the business schools he went to on his parents money, the brokerage firms that paid him huge salaries….
“Hey,” Daniel said firmly. “Look at me.”
Ari raised his head.
“Don’t pity me. And don’t feel guilty? Ok? I’m alright with how this all turning out. I’m housed, I’m fed, I get medical care. I got plans. I got savings. And I get laid regularly by some of the richest men in New York. I get to keep all the presents I get, you know? It does have its perks. Like nice boys like you who are sweet in bed, and offer me room service.”
Ari smiled. “I’ve been wanting to get you a gift for a while, I just didn’t know if I should.”
“Room service is a gift! The guys who send me here monitor how much carbs I eat. I’m guessing this hotel has waffles. And man do I want waffles.”
Ari chuckled. “Alright. No pity. No guilt. I’ll call you again soon. Lord knows I need the human contact from someone other than bankers.”
“Definitely not a banker.”

Ari leaned in for one more kiss. He slid his hand under the sheet for an opportunistic squeeze. “I’ll see you soon.” He reluctantly got off the bed, grabbed his briefcase, and left the hotel room. Daniel knew Ari was going back to his apartment – took risky to be seen leaving a hotel in the morning. This late at night it could be passed off for drinks or a client meeting. Daniel hoped Ari got to eat waffles this morning. Seriously, was there anything better for breakfast? Better than waking up to a cock in your ass like the guy last week, that was for sure.

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Jamie woke up smiling. How could he not, at the memory that a man had taken his ass last night? He’d seen Stephen at the bar once or twice, but neither had made a move. By some magic, Stephen caught his gaze last night and understood the desperate lustful longing in Jamie’s eyes. Stephen then downed his drink and pushed away from the bar with the mannerism of a man who knew there was work to be done and be best get to it.
A songbird tweeted in the tree outside. Jamie couldn’t believe how amazing he felt. He had really needed to be manhandled and tossed onto a bed and taken hard enough to leave rug burns from the comforter on his knees. It was the best stress relief. The best cleanse. The best exercise. And Stephen had given it to him with hardly any words being exchanged at all. What a considerate man.

Jamie snuggled against Stephen’s pillowy pecs. He thought that there really should be a name for this post-sex euphoria. The ‘afterglow’ was when the orgasm ebbed out, sure; but there really needed to be a name for the morning after, when you wake up feeling totally satisfied and comfortable after being laid the night before. Jamie felt like a cat in a sunbeam right now. Like melted butter. Butter mode? Or something… man Stephen smelled good. Jamie wondered if Stephen would like a blow job this morning. It’d be greedy to want to see that cock before breakfast… maybe after. But Jamie definitely wanted to see it again. 

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“This is so strange! The air is freezing but the water is warm. Look at me, I’m shirtless!”
Alexei set his vodka tonic on the edge of the hot tub. “You are shirtless, and I am looking. You’ve never been in a hot tub before?”
“Not when it’s this cold out. I would have never thought to do it in winter. And we don’t have like, real winter in Texas. Not like Colorado.“ Donovan turned around to gaze at the snow-covered manor. “This is so much better than Waco.”
“I’m glad you took my offer to join me on my holiday. I didn’t think you would.”
Donovan stood in front of Alexei and fiddled with the bracelet Alexei gifted him. “Well you’re not like one of my normal clients…
“I’m not?” Alexei can’t hide his surprise.
“No. You talk to me like a normal person, and you gave me such good advice about that guy I was dating. Like, I can tell you see me as a person and not just a piece of ass, I guess?”
Alexei put his hands on Donovan’s hips and ran his thumbs along the lines of his iliac crests. “It gets boring if you just care about the ass or the cock or whatever. The human element is what makes relationships fun. And you’re very interesting to me.”
“I am?”
“Yes. All my friends are old Russian guys, European guys, American guys… all they care about is their stock portfolios, dividends investments, etc. So boring! They tell me they fucked some hot model in Milan and can’t even remember their name or their hair color, and then back to the investments. So boring. I like hearing about your life, university studies, boyfriends… your cooking attempts. Your misadventures as a cam boy.”
Donovan chuckled. He guided Alexei’s hands to the back, giving him permission to cup his ass. “You’re the only one I can really talk to about those misadventures. No one else knows.”
“Really? Donovan, sweetheart, you need to tell someone besides me. For safety.”
Donovan scoffed. “Safety? Alexei, honey, I’m not worried. You know how loud I can scream.”

Alexei laughed. He took a sip of his drink and returned to massaging Donovan’s ass. “You must be cold. Here, sit on my lap.”
Donovan happily did. “ooo much better. Are my lips cold?
Alexei smirked. He began to kiss Donovan, enjoying the chill of his skin and the warmth underneath. “Mn, a little bit, but still nice…”
Donovan groaned softly. He pressed his palms to Alexei’s pectorals and fanned his hands out. “God it’s nice to be kissed for once…”

Alexei had a hard time pulling his lips away from Donovan’s jaw. “What? Your boyfriends don’t kiss you?”
“Well when I have them. And sometimes the timing is all wrong. Like sometimes I get myself so horny on camera, I just suddenly want a guy to fuck me, but like a dildo isn’t the same thing as a real cock.
The downside of camming is that sometimes when you want that intimate touch you go with out.” Donovan pouted. “It’s really the only downside.”
Alexei ran his thumb over his lower lip. “Do you not have Grindr?”
“I do but…Baylor is a Christian university. In Texas. Not a lot of uh, options, and sometimes it can be a lot of work just to find someone compatible to fuck you.”
“Hmmm. It is like that in Russia. It can be a bit dangerous.”
Donovan drew a circle on Alexei’s chest. “It was nice last night, to have fun like that. I guess it’s time to confess I jerked off once to imagining you inside me. You have such a great cock Alexei. I was really happy when you invited me here. I hoped we had the same ideas…”
Alexei groaned. He muttered some curse words in Russian. “Donovan, you are going to give this boring old man a heart attack from all my blood rushing south.”
“You’re not old,” Donovan giggled.
“I’m almost twice your age.”
“You fuck like someone my age though.” Donovan grinned.
“Russian stamina,” Alexei bragged.
“We can’t uh, do stuff in a hot tub can we?” Donovan tugged at the waistband of Alexei’s speedo.
Alexei sighed. “No, heat and cum is a bad mix.”
“Oh right…”
“Why don’t we head inside? You’re not supposed to stay too long in a hot tub anyway. I need another drink and you need a good fucking.”
“I do don’t I?”
“You do. I’m going to send you back to Waco with a lot of new material to jerk off too.”
“God don’t mention Waco right now,” Donovan groaned. “It’s going to be so hard to be back there after this.”

Alexei helped Donovan out of the hot tub and into a towel. “I’ll guess we’ll have to make this a regular thing.”
Donovan was so stunned it took him a moment to process that he was standing in snow and his feet were freezing.

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“Dude, are you crazy? I wouldn’t take money to sleep with you. I don’t need money, remember we just had this conversation about my dad? Kind of insulting you’d think of paying me like a prostitute or something.”
Craig leaned against the counter. “So it’s settled then. You’ll let me fuck you for free.”
“What? That’s not what I said!” John insisted.
“Yeah you said you wouldn’t take money to sleep with me. It’s gonna be another hour until Brad gets here to sell you weed, so yeah you got an hour to kill and I’d love a free fuck out of a walking pair of abs like you.”
John snorted. “A walking pair of abs? Jesus dude you need new material. And I never agreed to sleep with you.”
“What would be your price then? The threshold of how much money it would take to let me fuck you.”
John looked at Craig. “$10,000″
“Not $15k?”
“Wait.”
“Or $20?”
John thought about what to say.
“There’s a fun bit about the human brain.” Craig chuckled. “There’s definitely a difference between not enough and too much, but if you try to find the actual numerical line of where it crosses over it’s nearly impossible.”
John furrowed his brow. “Yeah I guess. But in this case, there a limit to how much you can pay right? How much you have, could borrow, etc. I could just keep going higher until you run out of money or decide it’s not worth the cost of it.”
“That’s true. But I asked you what it would cost to fuck you. I didn’t ask you to find the value of your ass in my budget – unless you’re concerned about that, which means you’re considering.”
“I am not considering anything!”
Craig laughed. “Right.” Craig scratched the inside of his thigh which made his cock move in his shorts.

John’s eyes darted down, and then back up. He cleared his throat. “But if I charged you, I’d be obligated to provide a service. With standards. And like there’d have to be taxes and probably a business registration or something.”
“True. You’d be mine to do with as I pleased -with some restrictions of course – until the time agreed has expired. I could fuck you as many times as I wanted.”
“Unless it was just for one fuck, one nut.” John pointed.
Craig smirked. “I always nut twice when fucking. Guess I won’t be hiring your services then. Knowing you, you’ll bill me for the overages.”
“Man you are rude.”
Craig laughed.
“Wait, can you really nut twice on one erection?”
“Yeah. I get like halfway soft and as long as I keep thrusting into a nice, hot warm hole, I just get hard again and cum again. I’m a seed machine.”

John considered Craig. “That sounds kinda hot…hate it when guys just like pump and dump it you know? Like three fucks and they’re done.”
“Yeah they’re basically just using you as a cumdump at that point. You’re supposed to share the ride to the orgasm together and play off each other.”
“Exactly!”

They looked at each other.
“So, what’s your price?” Craig asked with a grin.
John thought. “How about you just pay for my weed?”
Craig clapped his hands together once and pointed. “There we go. Just because sex can have value, doesn’t mean in this transaction that value is relevant to you. Instead you offer to trade it for goods that do have value to you. Therefor even though the market rate of the goods is less than the potential value of sex, you still benefit with net gain because of the value of the goods is more relevant to you.”

John stared at Craig. “Dude, what? I thought you were trying to give me a boner?”
Craig snorted. “I was at some point. Anyway, I’ll pay for your weed. Come on, we got 40 minutes and it takes some time to get this machine warmed up.”

John tossed his jacket on the chair and followed Craig to the back bedroom. He did not know that Craig grew the weed that Brad sold to him, nor the wealth he controlled. John just assumed that because Craig hung out in this average apartment, he was a nobody with a hot body. And now Craig got the pleasure of fucking that beautiful rich boy with the washboard abs for the wholesale rate of weed. Damn Craig loved doing business. As John got undressed, Craig decided he also liked seeing John naked. He had no problem producing those loads promised – especially after he discovered how aroused John became the more Craig whispered dirty degrading words in his ear.

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