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Serious DILFage

Richard Prescott stood naked in the gym locker room running his hands over his flat stomach and looking down at his body.  It was hard to believe it had been two years since he started getting himself back into shape.  He’d definitely come a long way.

Two years ago, he was in a really bad, dark place in his life.  Both of his parents had passed away within months of each other the year before.  He’d been passed-over for a promotion at work for someone who he felt was much less qualified.  And perhaps most significantly, Richard’s marriage was in real trouble.  He and Jenn had been drifting apart for years.  Lingering resentments over the fact that they’d never had children had been ripping at the seams of their marriage for years.  Something else was driving a wedge in their marriage, but it was something that Richard was unwilling to face or even acknowledge at the time.

The truth was, they should’ve divorced a long time ago.  When we’re going through a rough time and in the throes of depression, it’s funny what sort of straws we’ll grab at to fix what’s wrong.  He’d just lost his parents.  He had no kids to give him the unconditional love that was supposed to come from fathering children.  And he felt his career trajectory had just taken a nosedive into the toilet.  He couldn’t stand to have his marriage to Jenn fall apart, too.

Richard decided to join one of the gyms near his house in the hopes that getting his lazy, overweight ass into shape might fix what was wrong in his marriage.  He’d played sports in high school and, in his twenties had been in a pick-up basketball league, as well as played in a softball league, so he still had a muscular frame to work with.  He just needed to do away with the pouch that his stomach had become and tone-up some of the muscles that had started to turn into flab.

For a year, he went to the gym four days a week for half an hour to forty-five minutes a day and spent time walking or jogging when he wasn’t at the gym.  He was starting to see results and actually feel better about himself.  Unfortunately, the one person he was trying to impress with this whole fitness kick didn’t seem to notice anything was changing.  In fact, if it was even possible, things with Jenn were even worse than they had been a year ago.  In fact, Richard found himself going to the gym later in the evenings and staying longer just to avoid the tension of being at home.

That was when that “something else” that was driving a wedge in his marriage…that thing Richard had spent a long time shoving down and denying began to push its way back to the surface.  One night, shortly before closing, Richard was in the shower after a particularly grueling workout he’d just put himself through when another guy came in.  It was Greg. 
In his early 50s and maybe a little less than ten years older than Richard, Greg was one of the three or four guys at the gym

Richard had struck up a close acquaintance with.  He wouldn’t say he and Greg were gym buddies, but they’d become friendly.  In fact, it was Greg who had first noticed the progress Richard had made in the year that he’d been coming to the gym.  It felt good to finally have someone acknowledge that all the hard work Richard had been putting in was finally starting to pay off.

“Hey, bud!”  Greg’s voice caused Richard to turn and acknowledge the man.  Richard was usually very self-conscious about not looking at other guys in the locker room….except for the occasional furtive glances.

“Hey, Greg…”

“Gettin’ ready to head home?”

“Yep!”  Richard laughed to himself at the awkward small-talk.

“Hey, that was a great workout routine you were doing tonight.  I noticed you really pushing yourself, Ricky!  I’m proud of ya, bud!”  Richard didn’t usually like being called by any of the nickname versions of his name.  But he didn’t mind letting Greg get away with it.

Richard turned to Greg again and smiled.  “Thanks!”  Quickly, he turned back to focus his attention on lathering his body up with soap.  However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Greg still looking at him.  He turned back to look at Greg, thinking Greg would turn away.  Instead, he kept on looking at Richard and smiled at him.  Turning away from Greg again, Richard began to feel uncomfortable, but not for the reason you might think.  He found himself liking that Greg was looking at his body and obviously liking what he saw.  What made him feel uncomfortable is that he liked the attention he was getting from Greg.  He’d spent a long time and put a lot of effort into being what everyone in his life had expected him to be.  This warm and fuzzy feeling that was tingling all over his body because of Greg was not something Richard wanted to feel.

Right at about that time, Richard had reached behind him to try his best to lather-up his back.  That was when things took a surprising turn.  Only 10 seconds went by when Greg stepped over, out from under his own shower and joined Richard.  “Here, buddy.  Let me help you with that.”  The next thing Richard knew, Greg’s hands were on his back, rubbing soap into it.

“Uh….thanks…” was all Richard could find to say.

As Greg continued to soap up Richard’s back, he stepped in closer.  When he felt something firm poke against his thigh, he wanted to jump out of his skin.  In any other situation, Richard might have turned around and put a stop to this.  But he didn’t really have any room to object to what was happening.  After all, his own cock was starting to rise just from having Greg touch his back alone.  By now, Greg was standing so close, he practically had his chest and stomach pressed against Richard’s back.  He was plainly able to see that Richard was hard.  Not even bothering to ask permission, Greg reached around and started soaping up Richard’s hairy chest.  “Looks like your chest is still dirty, man.  Let me take care of that for you,” he whispered into Richard’s ear.

This was getting outta control and it had definitely gone too far.  But Richard couldn’t muster up the forcefulness to put a stop to it…not with Greg’s hands working their magic on him, running his hands over his pecs and his wet chest hair, roving over his erect nipples.  Greg whispered in his ear again.  “I’d ask if you were enjoying this, but I think this speaks for itself.”  To emphasize his point, one of Greg’s hands drifted downward and wrapped around his cock.  When he felt Greg’s hand touch him there, his body spasmed and his pelvis thrust forward, trying to shove more of his cock into Greg’s grasp.  Chuckling into Richard’s ear, Greg spoke sensually, “Yeah.  I think you definitely like this.”

Finally, for the first time in minutes, you were able to speak.  “It’s been a long time since anyone but me’s touched that, buddy.”

Greg’s soapy hands were working wonders on Richard.  It was an amazing feeling.  In that moment, Richard began to wonder why he’d ever felt like he needed to give up this side of himself.  Movement against his body brought hm out of his thoughts.  Greg must’ve been thrusting his own body back and forth behind Richard’s body as he was stroking Richard, because Richard became aware of Greg’s hard cock rubbing back and forth across his thigh.  Without hesitation, Richard reached beside himself and began stroking Greg…met with a moan into his ear.

It was a highly erotic scene inside the gym shower, Greg’s arms wrapped around Richard with Richard practically leaning on Greg for support…the men jacking each other off.  Richard could’ve gone on like this forever.  It had been a long time since he’d ever felt like this.  But then suddenly, everything stopped.  Greg took his hand off of Richard’s cock and let him go, pulling himself away from Richard’s grasp on his own cock.  Richard was about to question what was happening when Greg spun him around and pushed him against the shower wall.  Before he knew it, Greg was on his knees and Richard was looking down into Greg’s eyes as Greg shoved Richard’s steel-hard cock into his mouth.

He only lasted a few short minutes before Richard spilled his load down Greg’s throat.  After it was all over and the two men were both in a standing position, Richard couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face.  “Thanks, man.  I didn’t know how much I needed that…”

“No problem, Ricky.  Been wanting to do that for a while.”  Greg leaned in and surprised Richard with a quick, but sensual kiss.  “I’m glad you liked it.”  Then, Greg looked down to see not only his own hard cock, but to see that Richard’s hadn’t gone down.  “Why don’t you come back to my place?  We can go for Round 2!”

“I really should get home.  Jenn will wonder…”

“Screw, Jenn!  From what you’ve mentioned to me before, she’s not going to notice you’re not home.”  With that, he reached out and began stroking Richard’s cock again.  “Come on, Ricky.  You know you wanna come….to my house, that is.”

And that was how the real next chapter of Richard’s life started.  He DID go back to Greg’s house that night and they sucked each other off.  Things continued on for the next several months.  Richard continued his routine of going to the gym several days a week to work out.  Greg even introduced him to a few other guys in the gym who liked to have a little extra curricular fun.  However, he and Greg still got together regularly.  Richard began to realize that this was a part of his life he’d really needed and he felt foolish for trying to ignore it for so many years.

About six months ago, things with Jenn finally ended.  Richard finally summoned the courage to sit down with her and talk about what had happened to their marriage and where they were both going.  It was then that they decided to go their separate ways.

In fact, as he stood in the gym locker room today, their divorce had been finalized just last week.  Yes, Richard Prescott had made a lot of changes and a lot of progress in the past two years.  He couldn’t help but smile as his gaze drifted up from his body to Greg, walking toward him, his cock swaying back and forth as he walked.  “Ready to go, Ricky?  We’re supposed to meet Steven and Larry for drinks.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Richard sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing  Steven and Larry are cool.  But Larry’s always so handsy with me.”

Greg laughed.  “That’s because he desperately wants in your pants, Ricky!”  Greg reached over, placing one hand on Richard’s ass and the other cupping his cock and balls.  “He doesn’t know that these are mine, though.”

Richard playfully smacked Greg on the chest.  “Yeah, right, Mr. ‘I fucked four different guys in the span of three days’.   You don’t get to own all this!”

“But admit it, Ricky.  Of all the guys you fool around with, none of them make you feel the way, I do!”

Smirking at Greg, Richard – now dressed – grabbed his gym back and turned to head out of the locker room.  “Let’s just go, ya hornball!”  Greg was right.  None of the other guys made him feel the way Greg did.  He wasn’t sure where this thing with Greg – or any of the other guys he got together with from time to time, for that matter – was going.  He was just happy living in the moment and finally enjoying the freedom that he’d found over the past couple years.  He wasn’t sure if he’d end up with Greg, but he’d never be able to forget or thank him enough for helping him to realize exactly what part of his life was missing and helping him to find his happy again.

Long, hot story I thought my readers would like.

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I just finished saying good-bye to the horses when I noticed Mack standing in the frame of the barn. My heart lept. He had been avoiding me the last few days, even since we had gone on that camping sleep over and made love under the stars. I think it was just too painful for him, counting down the days.

“Hey Mack,” I said, ogling his bare chest. I loved him shirtless.
“Hey,” he said, fingering his waistband. “So you’re off?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Just about. It’s long drive to Casper, I’m staying overnight, and then catching a morning flight to Dallas.”
Mack nodded. He knew all of this. “God it’s hot as fuck. We are going to have a great harvest this year because of it though. It’ll be weird without you.”
I took off my hat, sticking it on a stall post so I could take off my shirt and wipe my face with it. I then put my hat back on. “I’ll try to come back and help out.”

“No,” Mack said firmly, putting his foot down and turning to face me.
“…No?” I repeated, confused.
“No. You go off to college and you enjoy yourself. You learn. I’m not booksmart like you. The world out there is too big for me. All I ever need to know I’ll learn from the land and the animals.”
“Mack…”
“But knowing about agriculture ain’t enough. I’ve heard of good farms going down cause of bad books. You get smart, and you come back, and take this farm over from Old Man Pritchard and run this farm right. You hear?”
I nodded, a lump suddenly forming in my throat.
“I will.”
“And come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas ok? Or at least one?”
When I heard the sorrow in Mack’s voice, I almost wanted to tell him I’d stay.
I heard my own voice falter when I said – “I will.”

Mack shuffled in the thing. “And one other thing.”
“Yes?” I whispered.
He paused. “Shit.” He paused another moment and swallowed hard, scuffing up a storm of dust with his boots. I waited, heart pounding.
“I want you to do whatever what you want at college. Because when you come back here in four years, you are going to be mine. Gay marriage will be legal by then, I’m sure of it. And I’m going to marry you proper. But when you’re at college, you live without limits. No regrets. Just…don’t forget about me. Ok?”
I stared at Mack, shocked. My chest felt tight and my face hot. Not August-summer-hot, but like my-heart-was-pumping-in-overdrive-hot. It was all I had ever wanted, and something I’d never thought I’d hear him say; and now he was saying it, and I still had to leave.
When I didn’t reply right away, Mack repeated again in a smaller voice. “Ok?”
I nodded, my hands trembling. “Yes. Yes, ok. Yours.”
Mack exhaled loudly and his shoulders relaxed. “Ok.” I watched his sculpted torso heave, and he turned away from me sharply. “Shit,” he muttered again, and I watched him move his arms in a way that indicated he was brushing tears away.

I had only seen Mack cry three times in my life. Once when he fell off a horse at age seven and broke his arm. The other time was having to put down one of the collies after a coyote got to her. The last was when his mother died. And now….I felt guilt swell up in me. I had put off college for two years after I finished high school. The nearest community college was over an hour away, and I had a short lived career in rodeo to fill the time anyway.
With my winnings, I could finally afford to go to college. I got accepted to a program in Texas. I picked it cause I had rodeo friends in Texas. It was far from Wyoming. Mack had pushed me to go. I realized now that he had to have known what it meant, because he had to have been in love with me from that point. He was the strongest cowboy I had ever met. I knew there would be nobody in the entirety of Texas who would live up to how much I worshiped Mack.

I walked up to Mack and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was slick and sticky and dusty, but he smelled amazing. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled. My hat fell to the dust. Mack tensed, then wimpered. “Please…”
“I will miss you like hell, John MacIntire.”

The dam broke, and we both started sobbing. He turned to face me and threw his arms around my neck. The horses snorted. I don’t know who saw us, and I didn’t look up to see cause I would have been mighty embarrassed.
After a good cry, we both reached for our handkerchiefs at the same time and chuckled about it.
I kissed him, right there in the yard.
Mack kissed me back, and squeezed my ass. I couldn’t believe how forward he was being. It was like being in a wonderful, yet horrible dream.
Mack hiccuped, then bent over to pick up my hat and brushed it off before handing it back to me. “Your dad’s probably waiting by the car. You outta get going. Long drive to Casper.”
I nodded, putting it on my head. “Long boring drive. I’ll text you every step of the way ok?”
Mack nodded. “Bye, Harlan.”
I pulled away from him. He squeezed my hand, and then his rough and calloused hands fell away. “Bye Mack.”

I smiled, then took a few steps back, turned and walked away. I didn’t look back until the car was pulling down the long driveway. Mack was standing in the middle of the road, hand in his pockets, face shaded by his hat. He was scuffling up a storm.

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“Are you taking a picture of my abs?” Ezra asks.
“Maybe,” I respond, teasing him a little. “All the pictures of the lake will look the same, but you’re hot at every angle.”
“oh come off it!” Ezra laughs, “I am not. I’m just a skinny nerdy, Jewish guy. I’m pre-med even!”
“Who says skinny Jewish medical nerds can’t be hot?”
“Me?” Ezra says.
“Don’t they teach you anything in Hebrew school?” I tsk. “Here, pose on the back of the boat so I can get you and the lake in on one shot.”
“Ok ok,” Eztra says.
I smile. Our third date is going really well. He’s a fun guy, and I had enough photos of those abs to keep my spank bank full for a while. I watch as he poses like a pin-up girl. “That’s a hell of a shot!” I flash him a thumps up and fire a few frames from my DSLR.
“Come show me what they look like,” Ezra says.
I walk over to the back of my boat and show him the viewfinder.
“Oh god,” Ezra groans with a laugh. “I look ridiculous. And skinny. And I have that weird fur thing on top of my chest.“
I scoff. “Nonsense. You need to embrace your inner otter.”
Ezra snorts. “My what?”
“Your inner otter. Skinny, fuzzy, and gay.”
“…well I am all those things.”
“Oh, and something else too,” I note, setting my camera aside.
“What?”
I grin and pull his sunglasses of his face. “Otters also like water.” And then I shove him into the lake.

When Ezra surfaces, I’m laughing my ass off. He sputters, looking pissed and amused at the same time. “HEY!” he shouts.
“Bet you feel nice and cool now huh?”
“Yes, but that isn’t the point!” he insists, trying to be mad but laughing despite himself. “You pushed me in, you conniving bastard.”
“I did,” I say, giving him a hand back into the boat. “But it was for a noble purpose.”

Ezra raises an eyebrow, not believing me. “Uh huh. What purpose is that?”
“Why Ezra, can’t you tell? I’m a sexually deviant older gay man with a crush on you.”
He blushes appropriately.
“I just wanted an excuse to get you to change out of your shorts and maybe see you naked.”
Ezra can’t stop grinning. “You want to see ME naked?”
“Been wanting you since the moment I saw you. By the way, if you hadn’t told me your religion, I could tell through your shorts already.”

Ezra looks down, blushes, and covers himself with a shy laugh. “It’s so weird to have a guy be so in to me.”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely curious. I hand him a towel, and use the excuse of giving it to him to give him a kiss too.
“Cause…I’m well, you know. Not a hot piece of beefcake like you.”
Now it was my turn to feel shy. “You think I’m beefcake?”
“Meat and more meat,” Ezra says.
“Well that’s kind of you to say. Most people can’t get over the fact I’m a ginger and date me like I"m a novelty.”
“Speaking of that,” Ezra says. “If I get naked…you get naked. I’ve been dying to know if you got freckles down there too.”

I perk up at his offer. He’s interested! “Oh baby, that is a yes. I got them on my balls even.”
Ezra gasps. “Ball freckles are a thing?”
“Yeah baby.”
Ezra’s got a half chub in his boxers. “Alright, big boy. Sit down.”
“Sit down?” I repeat.
“Yeah,” he says. “You wanna watch me take my boxers off? You’re gonna get a show.”

I lick my lips and sit my ass in the chair. I can’t believe how well the date is going! Ezra shakes his butt to some pop music playing over the boat’s speakers. He then turns his back to me, and slooowly slides those wet shorts down, revealing his peach-white ass. A bit furry too. Perfect. He’s got surprisingly good control over his hips. Hell yes. He then wiggles up, turns around, and slowly works them down until – there it is, I can see the base! And I then I get the money shot, full view of Ezra’s cut cock bouncing between his legs.

“Fuck yes,” I murmur, biting my knuckle. “Drop those shorts, baby.” And he does. He’s also blushing all over.
“Good?” he asks, hopeful.
“SO good,” I reply, unable to sit still anymore. I get up and walk to him, wrapping my hands around his waist. I pull our crotches together and our lips meet a second later. He tastes a bit like lake water, but his mouth is warm and inviting. I plunder him until he starts to harden against my thigh.
We break for air, and Ezra nuzzles my ear. “Your turn.”
“My turn wha?” I say, blood pounding in my head.
“Shorts. Off. I wanna count freckles.”
I moan. “Fingers or tongue?”
Ezra’s eyebrows go up again. “Fingers now…tongue on another date.”
“I get another date?” I ask, hoping what I heard was right.
“Looks that way,” Ezra teases. He kisses me again. “I haven’t had a second date go this well, never mind a third…”
“Would it help to keep kissing you?”
“Oh it would. very much so.”
So I did, until my cock got hard, and then I let Ezra take my shorts off for me. Turns out I have 17 freckles on my balls.

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pup-saber:

I’ve been practicing a bit on my rope skills, learned a few new knots, and this is the result. They’re rather dashing knots, if I say so myself. ^_^

The three flat knots in the center of the harness are new. The two small ones at the bottom are ‘double coin’ knots, the larger on top is a ‘prosperity’ knot. Compared to that other knot I knew (see this post), these are much flatter and look better. Thanks to @mastera6 for pointing out some useful resources on this.

*sits, arms behind back, wags a little*
Like this? This will get me cuddles, right?

Wruff!
Saber

Dustin gave his tied up pup a fond look. He was adorable, and beautiful; young and feisty. Dustin considered the boy to be his favorite thing in the world. He’d hired a houseboy one April and had gotten so much, much for the value: a pup, a playmate, a lover, and a friend. Working 50 hours a week made it hard to find any of these things, and he’d gotten them all in one. Nothing could bring a smile to Dustin’s face like the greeting he was used to getting upon arriving home from work. And as he stared at his denim-clad pup, tied up smartly in knotted rope, Dustin knew he had made the right decision about their future. Now all he had to do, was break it to the boy and hope.

“Huntley?”
“Roo?” The boy said, still in pup mode.
“Now that you’re all secure there, I want to talk to you about something.”
He got a classic head-tilt for that question. “Roo?”
“Now, you’ve been my houseboy for …what? Almost three years now?”
Huntley nodded. “Arf.”
Dustin said cross legged across from the boy, who looked a bit concerned his Master was coming down to his level.
“Well, as we both know, I am terrible at articulating my feelings. So I’m going to be blunt. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and your impact on my life has been nothing but positive.” Dustin sensed that Huntley was blushing under the mask, and was delighted.
“I mean that, boy. I fully do. Having you in my home, in my bed – in my life, really, has allowed me to focus on myself and work like I could never do before. I’m going to the gym more. My cholesterol is back to normal. I’m more focused at work. And my boss um, noticed.”
Another head tilt.
“Huntley,” Dustin began, “I’ve been promoted.”
“Arf! Arf! …arf? Huntley began, then stopped, when his Master did not share the excitement.
"My boss wants me to take a new position that focuses more on the part of my job I’m best at. She wants me to bring those skills to our smaller, satellite office. That means moving.”
Huntley got still and was staring at Dustin. He whimpered.
“Huntley, I’ve been asked to relocate to Singapore.”

“SINGAPORE?” Hunter cried, alarmed.
Dustin startled. “Yes.”
“You can’t!” Hunter said, the words sounding odd coming from the mask. “You can’t go,” he whimpered, throat tight. “Please don’t leave me.”
Dustin felt himself shaking. “Shh it’s ok. I want you to come with me.“

Hunter was so astonished that he just sat there, still. "To Singapore?” he said quietly.
“Yes. The contract is for two years. They’ll help us find a place. Plus, it’s very central. We can easily travel to Bali, Thailand, Tokyo, Hong Kong… but, Christ, Hunter, the idea of coming home to an empty sterile apartment? I can’t do it. I need you. I need you in my bed, in my kitchen, your scent on my sheets, your pup toys under my bed…the Hunter touch-…” Dustin had to stop talking for a moment. “I’m sorry you had to see me so needy. Your instructions are to sit there in your ropes and think about it ok?”
Hunter nodded dumbly.
“I know you’d be giving up some things. So think about it. I’ll untie you in an hour, and we’ll go to bed. Tomorrow you can talk it over with your Mom, since you’re close, then give me an answer ok?”
Another nod.
“You are such a good boy,” Dustin noted with a sigh.
“Arf.”

Dustin smiled. “Now you think.” He got up, gave the boy a pat on the head, and went to make him some of those no-bake peanut butter chocolate ball things Huntley loved so much. Regardless of his answer, Dustin wanted to give him a treat for all of his love.

Hunter took two days to decide. He said yes. Dustin startled him a good bit when he uncharacteristically collapsed on the sofa and cried.

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John stared as his best friend peeled off the polo shirt that clung to every muscle. He tried to act casual and not react to the fact that his cock was hardening in his jeans. He’d seen Mark shirtless before, but god, there was something the actual act of taking it off…watching him peel off every inch to reveal slabs of meat under marbled skin. John still couldn’t believe that Mark had offered to spice up a game of pool by making it into strip pool.
“Now we’re even,” Mark smirked, chucking it aside.
John tried to act normal. “Yeah, I guess we are.” He fumbled with the pool cue, staring hard at the table.
“Got it there  John?”
“Yep. Just one two many beers I guess.”
“You seeing two balls instead of one there?” Mark laughed.
John felt his pants grow even tighter at the way Mark said the word “balls”. Would it sound that way, if he said it husky and breathless? Yeah baby, love the way my balls feel smacking against your tight ass… John lined up the shot and sent a striped ball ricocheting.
Mark laughed. “Man, I had no idea you were such a lightweight!”
“I guess I should have eaten earlier,” John muttered, passing the pool cue.
Mark took it. “Well you know the rule. Belt off.”
John sighed and undid it. It was quite a dilemma. In order to get Mark naked, he’d have to kick his ass in pool, but every time he won, he got more distracted by Mark’s loss of clothes. What a problem! He was working the belt in his hands, twisting it and lightly snapping the two parts together, worrying it as he pondered the situation. Then, something interested happened. Mark kept looking at him, distracted… and then he blew his shot. John raised an eyebrow. He looked at the belt in his hands, then up at Mark. Mark coughed, looking oddly red in the face.
“Your fuckery is contagious,” Mark said accusingly.
John felt a flame of lust flicker in his gut. If that meant what he thought he did… John grinned. “Maybe you should drink more.”
“Ohhh no no no,” Mark said quickly. “That, is a very bad idea. Your turn.”
“You first. You gotta take something off now.”
“I’m not wearing a belt,” Mark retorted.
“Lose your socks then.”
“Damn.”
John snickered. They were both down to their pants now. John set his belt carefully on the edge of the pool table. Mark’s eyes followed it the entire time. John picked up the pool cue. Things were about to get much more interesting. He was finally going to get an answer if Mark preferred boxers or briefs.

John was not prepared for a jockstrap, or waking up on the pool table the next morning holding it in his hand.

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My lover considered me over his coffee. He was suspicious, and drank it slowly. I smiled. “Don’t worry, I did not do anything to your coffee. I know that you don’t like to waste food.”
Toby gave me a heart-meltingly cute smile. “It does taste pretty good,” he agreed. “But I can see the anticipation on your face. I know you have been planning things.”
I grinned, unable to help myself. April 1st was the only day I could pull off shenanigans and not get spanked for it. And, he was right, I had been planning things. But he would not discover that until later, like when he would get a text message on his phone, it would make goat noises. Or that his phone was now in Korean. Or when he went to eat his dessert at lunch, and discovered that there were Skittles mixed in with the M&Ms. Also, I had called his boss at work -an ex college professor I had- and asked everybody in the office to call him Tom, and act really confused when he insisted his name was Toby. But he would find that all out in due time. I just giggled and squirmed as Toby stared at me.
“So mischievous,“ he clucked.
“You have nothing to fear,” I assured him. “Now it’s time for you to get up, or you will be late for work.”
Toby sipped his coffee, “Yes yes, boy.”
I smiled and helped him out of bed. I was looking forward to the expression on Toby’s face when he saw that I made green eggs and ham for breakfast, just like his favorite children’s book. It was a shame though, I wouldn’t be there to see his reaction to most of my pranks. Like for example, that I had exchanged all of the CDs in his car for disco albums. Sigh. Why was this so much fun? Perhaps that it was fun to be in control for just one day. Also, it was a way that I could show told me that I cared enough about him that I wanted him to have fun. And I think he appreciated that, because every year on this date, we ended up having really amazing sex when he came home from work. I was definitely looking forward to that. I was just hoping he didn’t use the menthol lube like he did last year to get me back!

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Fenrir cocked the gun and raised it. His heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of him. “Get. the. fuck. away. from. him.” Each word was spat, not said, each vowel tipped with acid.
Will looked over his shoulder, furious at being interrupted. “I don’t know how you got in here, but you are trespassing and need to leave. This is not your business.”
Fen growled. “It is my business. Avery is not consenting. Now you better get off of my boy or I will shoot you.” Fen matched Will’s piercing dark stare. He very badly wanted to look at Avery’s face, but knew his terror and fear would be distracting. He would not be able to look away, and Will would then get the upper hand.

Will did not move. Fen cocked the gun, and fired it at Will’s feet. Will cursed; Avery screamed and began to sob.
“Move.” Fen said. He was bluffing calm. Inside he was so angry it felt like lava was flowing through his veins and that he could feel his rage deep in his marrow. The adrenaline was still coursing hard, as it had been when he’d gotten a frantic text message from Avery: Please come over, this guy won’t let me leave and I’m terrified he’s going to rape me. He took my phone, but he went to the bathroom. 3935 Hemlock.

Fen hadn’t replied. He hadn’t called the cops either. They wouldn’t do anything until a crime actually occurred. No, this was a problem a gun could solve. He just jumped into his car and sped over to the address; he didn’t even put on a shirt. Fen was so relieved he had gotten here in time. Avery had been his best friend from childhood. Fen was always sure they’d end up together, but the timing was never right. Well, he’d finally got it right.

Will snickered. “No…you are too chicken to shoot me. You are going to stand there and watch as I give this little slutty cocktease what he wants. It’ll be hot with someone else watching, won’t it? You always wanted my cock, baby, right from the beginning…” He cupped Avery’s cheek, which made him whimper.

That sent Fen over the line. “I told you not to touch him!” and he fired the gun. The bullet sank into the back of Will’s thigh, missing his artery by an inch. Blood splattered and Will fell back, howling. Avery was crying hard. Fen jogged over and pulled him up. “Get behind me.” Avery clung to him, naked and shaking. Fen waited, gun raised. But Will was broken. He was apologizing and begging someone to call 911.

Fen lowered his gun. “Avery honey, go get your clothes and meet me in the car.”
“I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You have to be strong for me. Go ahead and get your clothes, and we’ll walk out together then ok?”
Avery didn’t answer, then Fen heard him take a deep breath and felt him pull away from his body. Avery gathered his clothes and ran back to his hiding spot behind Fen. Fen walked them backwards out of the house.

In the car, Fen locked the doors, and called 911. Then, they drove away. Fen took Avery to the police to make a report and leave the gun, then took the boy home.

Fen imagined Avery would want a shower and then hide under the covers, but Avery wanted something else. He wanted intimacy. Fen made him ask twice if that was what he wanted, and Avery pleaded. So Fen took him to bed and made love to him proper, claiming him once and for all.

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The thing that surprised me most about being in a relationship with Zane was just how he could make an honest man out of me. I don’t mean marriage, I mean the way he could just shut off the white noise in my brain which resulted in me saying whatever was on my mind. You don’t realize just how many things influence what comes out of your mouth.
Our culture has specific rules on what is vulgar and what is not, what you should want and what you shouldn’t, and the virtues of being ‘pure’ versus being ‘dirty’, and what being ‘dirty’ says to your character. We sometimes doubt ourselves so much that we can’t even figure out what we really want. Our desires get lost in the fog of ‘what would people think if [blank]?”, even though chances of them finding out what you do with your self or your lover in private is slim to none. 

Zane kissing me might as well be the off button to all that bother. When he asks me questions – filthy, inappropriate, kinky questions – I just answer him without a second of reconsideration. All the answers are there. Zane just has to ask the right ones, and I will spit out the right response. So when he asked me just now – You want to suck my cock? – I said yes, because I really, truly wanted to suck him. I was not ashamed or embarrassed of how much I liked to pleasure him with my tongue and listen to him moan, or to taste his saltiness in the back of my throat, or to feel that fat vein on his shaft throb from my actions. Matter of fact, I was giddy. Excited. Eager. Horny.

I was in the grocery store the other day, and thinking to myself about that question, and I was blushing. I was sure everyone could read my mind. Would I suck your cock? No, of course not! That’s totally wrong, and kind of gross. It was as if I seemingly had two different minds. When I was in one mode, the other seemed ridiculous and unfathomable. It was bizarre, but also…magical. Cause that special place I go with Zane? No other boyfriend has ever taken me there. It is my favorite place.

Yes, Zane, I want to suck it real bad. I really want to. Please let me.

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Text is fictional. This is from Cocky Boys – Trenton Ducati and Jack Hunter. Thanks @themercuryjones for listing that info.

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“Thank you for returning him. When the report is filed, you shall receive your reward,” Master Torres says with a nod of his head.
“No, thank YOU Sir. The money is insignificant. I’m glad you got your boy back. Did he really run away? Didn’t seem to put much effort into it.”
“It’s more accurate to say he got out. He’s been mad at me a little cause I with-held his milking date cause he misbehaved and I found out. Also some jealousy issues. General frustration. And he’s not so good at communication. It happens sometimes with slaves. So they get out and go wandering around, only to realize an hour later that they are totally lost without their alpha there to guide them. There’s nowhere to go. Home is in my basement. Inevitably, as in this case, they wander toward the nearest area with lots of men and hopes someone knows what to do.”
“Ooohhh. Yeah it was pretty obvious what was going on once we realized no one was keeping an eye on him. It says ‘slave’ on his back too.”
“He often forgets its there,” Master Torres says with a soft chuckle.
“Well, in this case it helped.”
“Indeed. Thank you for calling the hotline, again. I’m now going to go take him home, feed the hungry welp, and punish the hell out of him for scaring me like that.”
“…Will he get milked?”
Master Torres tilts his head. “Maybe. Depends how he takes his whipping. Alright, boy let’s go.”
“Bye now, take care!”

I watch Master Torres escort his boy out, talking softly to him. I barely catch a glimpse of Master Torres kissing him softly on the cheek. I don’t think I was supposed to see that. I could tell he was really happy to get his boy back. I’ve heard horror stories of boys getting kidnapped. I’m glad I could be part of a happy ending. I set my duffel bag down and start to get ready for my work out. God, I wish I could afford to care for a slave one day! With this reward money, I’m even closer to the pricepoint. I feel invigorated. Life goals, life goals, man. 

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“What? You’ve been locked up for how long?… Wait, when did you get a chastity de -no. No no no. You will not seduce me over the phone. I am still mad at you and rightfully so. Don’t act all slutty for me. I’m not falling for your tricks. …What do you mean dripping? Like piss? …Wait what? From your balls? …Shit that’s h – No! You cut that out, you siren. I am mad at you. An apology only does so much, you shouldn’t have done that in the first place. Don’t use siren tricks on me to erase my mind. I am hanging up the phone. I am hanging up. Call me in a few more days of your lock up and maybe I’ll be more forgiving.” With severe difficulty, Rodrigo hangs up the phone. 

Rodrigo exhales loudly. Fuck. Being angry at his slutty, pussyboi friend-with-benefits is hard as hell, especially when his dick is even harder. Rodrigo has a feeling that beautiful boy is going to run to someone else for needs too. Well, he knows Rodrigo liked faithfulness. If he really wants Rodrigo’s forgiveness, he’ll wait those few days. Rodrigo hopes he waits. He really wants to fuck a boy dripping cum. He didn’t know that was even a thing. Rodrigo grumbles and goes to jack-off. He knows he’s doing the right thing by standing firm, but why does it feel like he’s punishing himself too? 

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Text is fictional. This is actor Jesse Metcalfe on Desperate Housewives. Why isn’t there a Desperate House-Husbands?