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machotesex:

I need to please men like that

“I seriously don’t know if I can make it to this meeting, but there’s no way I can miss it. I could barely eat today, yet I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Do feel actually sick, like you’re coming down with something, or just stressed?” Roy asked.
“I think it’s just stress. If this meeting doesn’t go well, I can’t even fathom how far back this is going to set us back as a company. Especially financially. I can’t think about it without tasting acid.” Nelson puffed out his cheeks and ran his fingers through his hair.
Roy put a hand on his shoulder. “Here, I have an idea. I have a boy who works a block away, found him on Grindr. Had him over -and under- my desk a few times, he’s very good. And he’s always texting me, asking to come over and suck me off. Let me call him; he’ll get you relaxed in no time.”
“You think that’s a good idea? What if I get cum on my pants, or I get too sweaty?”
“You’re already a sweaty, stressed out mess. And you can take your pants off, but I guarantee you he won’t spill a drop. He is a greedy boy when he has a cock.”
Nelson snorted. “You are a hell of a salesman, Roy.” He ran his hand over his face. “Fuck. Now that I think about it, I haven’t jerked off a lot recently, been so busy preparing for this meeting. Fuck it.” He waved his hand. “Fine, call him.”

Roy clapped him on the back. “Smart man. Go get yourself a drink. I’ll go make a call.”
Nelson muttered his appreciation and went to go find something cold.

Roy came back into his office. “He’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
“Oh thank god. I’m going to take a nap.”
“That’s not a terrible idea.”

Nelson closed his eyes and drifted off. Thirty minutes passed in a flash. He was just coming to in a groggy sort of haze when Roy knocked on the doorframe. Nelson startled slightly.
“You awake?” Roy asked.
“Mentally, no. Physically? Also no.” Nelson’s teeth were sore from clenching his jaw as he slept, and he rubbed his chin absentmindedly.
“Good. Don’t get up,” Roy said. “Sebastian, come here please. This is Nelson.”
“Hello Nelson, nice to meet you.”
Nelson squinted at Sebastian. “Hello. Well, look at those curls. How old are you?”
“26.”
Nelson nodded. “That’s a fine enough age to know what you want and have some experience doing it.”
“I damn well know what I want, and I have plenty of experience getting it. I’ve been told you need some of this experience?”
“I need to get this stress out of my system.”
“I’ll get it out and down my throat.” Sebastian knelt down on the floor. “Let’s get these pants off. We won’t need em.”
Nelson undid his belt. He was past caring; he would do whatever this boy asked.
Roy was beaming in the doorway like a proud father. “I’m going to go organize the documents we need, you have fun in here.”
“Thanks,” Nelson croaked. “Appreciate it.”

Roy came to check in after fifteen minutes. Nelson didn’t even notice he was standing there. His brain was elsewhere, his eyes rolled back into his head – lips parted, cheeks flushed, hand pressed firmly on the back of Sebastian’s tousled locks.
Roy watched Sebastian bob up and down on Nelson’s cock for a moment. So that’s what he looked like from this angle. Normally Roy only got a top down view. God, what a natural. He hoped there was time to fuck Sebastian over his desk before they had to leave.

Roy quietly slid out of Nelson’s office. A loud groan of pleasure came out behind him. Roy chuckled. If the meeting went well, which he was sure it would, the first thing they were going to do was hire Sebastian away from whatever company he worked for. His skill level was irrelevant, as he would only be a low-level junior employee anyway, but he would really there for morale. Sebastian would be excellent at that.

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rumpusboom:

#Daniel Montoya

Cam exhaled. “Wait wait, do it again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, pull it down and up again.”
Jake pulled the thong down and brought it up. “Like that?”
“Yeaaah… do it again.”
Jake grinned at Cam over his shoulder. He made a show about pulling the thong down while bending all the way over, making sure Cam could get a nice view of his hole and his balls. There was a groan behind him. Jake pulled the thong up slowly …slowly…until he was standing upright, and he made a dramatic show of lifting the thong back into place and letting the side straps sit on his hips. “How was that?”
“Well. I’m hard again.”
Jake barked out a laugh. “I’m flattered. How is that possible though you just fucked me five minutes ago. I’m pretty sure the condom in the trash is still warm.”
“I have no idea, but we still have one more condom right?”
Jake picked up the box. “Yeah we do. You serious, you want to go again?”
“Fuck yeah I do, get the lube and bend over the arm of the sofa.” Cam stood up and walked over while untying his sweatpants.
“I thought you wanted me to make dinner,” Jake teased as he rested his forearms on the arm of the sofa.
Cam grabbed a big handful of Jake’s ass. “This rump is my dinner.” He smacked it.
“God, I love it when you smack my ass like that.”
“Like this?” Cam did it again.
“Y-yeah. Fuck, now I’m hard. Bent over the arm of the sofa like this feels so slutty.”
“Wait until you’re being fucked over it.”
Jake put his head down and groaned. “Fuuuuck yeah, we’re doing it, fuck me again, Cam, fuck me!”
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langlitzhercules:

Colin Wayne

Taylor put the lid on his alkaline water, minutes from heading out to work as grunt at a high profile law firm, when a sight made him stop. HE was back again. Taylor didn’t know his name. He lived in the yard behind him, and they shared a fence. Because Taylor’s house that he lived in – with three other guys – was on a hill, he could see into the other backward cause of the slope. And this guy, this boy, was becoming Taylor’s obession. 

Taylor saw him often, usually taking care of the yard in a jockstrap or sometimes nothing at all. He always had this handsome piece of leather around his neck. Sometimes the boy would be hanging laundry or skimming the pool. Once he saw him scrubbing screens from the windows. Lots of grilling in the summer and gardening in the spring. Once in a blue moon, Taylor got a glimpse of what the boy was doing right now. He was reclining on a chaise lounge in a crop top and using a dildo on himself. There was some sort of metal thing on the boy’s cock that wasn’t there before. God, he was really getting into it! Taylor swallowed. He looked like he was really enjoying himself, fucking himself with that toy…his mouth was open in an ‘o’ shape and his back was arched, one leg pulled up. 

Taylor glanced at the clock. He really needed to go, but he couldn’t pull away even though it made him feel weird. It wasn’t that he felt grossed or even disgusted; mostly it made him feel uncomfortable and it had taken him weeks to figure out just what the emotion was:envy. The more he watched the boy, the more he didn’t want to go to work. The more he wished for that life. A quiet life taking care of the home, making everything clean and proper. A nice pool to swim in, and hot mornings pleasuring yourself on a chaise lounge chair. Taylor wasn’t sure if the boy was a live in servant or some sort of kinky submissive or something, but god he seemed to have a great life. Taylor had seen him making out with a really handsome guy on the back porch before. He’d never seen a gay couple quite like them.

Matter of fact, he’d never even known any gay couples. All his friends were straight. Taylor even thought he was straight. But there’d never been a girl that did it for him. Not like his best friend Kevin and his girlfriend Shawna, who were so obviously in love. Taylor swallowed hard. God, why did he want what the boy had so much? Did a dildo feel that good? Oh god, Taylor realized, he was getting an erection.

Taylor fumbled with his glass water bottle and barely caught it before it fell off the counter. Shit! He really should go. He was going to miss his train to New York if he didn’t. But the boy was taking forever to cum! With a pang of regret, he tore his eyes away from the hot backyard scene and made his way out the door. 

Taylor couldn’t stop thinking about the boy the whole way to work and nearly missed his stop. Was he getting closer to figuring out what the void was in his life? Was the life he was living even the right one for him? He’d just done what his parents had expected of him, and had done well…but despite winning this coveted job, Taylor wasn’t happy. And he knew it. He thought back to an older memory of the boy and his lover kissing on the back deck of their home. God, how wonderful it’d be to be loved like that…

On the way home from work, Taylor got up the courage and bought himself a dildo.

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Text is fictional. This is Colin Wayne and you can’t really tell, but he is ripped as hell.

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“I…um, I – ” Wait. Why am I panicking? Why is everything shriveled up in fear that I’ve been caught? Isn’t this what I wanted? Isn’t this what I’ve been fantasizing about for so long? This what I imagined, on dark lonely nights, with my cock in my hand. I took so many days to think about the guilt I felt for wanting to be used without any consent, while others suffer legitimately at the hands of rapists. In the end, I couldn’t excuse it or deny wanting to be treating like a lesser being. I want him to shove it inside of me. I want him to breach me. I want it to be tight, and I want it to hurt a little. I want it to feel hot, and stretched, and to feel as if I have no choice but to submit to him. Or any man. I want them all. I want them to give me orders. I want them to take me and objectify me. Haven’t I always wanted to be a whore? Haven’t I always wanted the attention, the loss of control, the borderline abuse? Is it what I really want, or what I think I want. What will happen if I say yes? Will I get HIV? Will I bleed? Will there be more and more men? What if I say no, will they take me anyway? God, why do I want that so badly? Why is it all so thrilling?

It’s not like I’m going to stop staring at their dicks after this. I love watching water pour off of their cocks, watching them jiggle and bounce between their legs as they wash. I love the sight of a naked man. What should I tell them, that if they just show me their penises, they can control me like a robot? Cause they could. I want them so badly.

In the end, the words don’t won’t come out. My throat is tight, my heart racing too hard. He’s kissing my shoulder now, each burning like a brand as they trail up my neck. I can hear my breathing, which seems loud and obvious, even above the noise of the shower. I swallow. Hard. I’m aware my cock is comically erect, jutting forward and up, and slightly to the left. I reach behind me with both hands for Giovanni’s thighs. I brush my fingers against it, then up, blindly navigating. I reach behind and pull him forward, against me. He makes a chuff of surprise. I can hear it, since he’s so close to my ear.
“Oh you do want it huh?” he says, sounding pleased. He pushes his soft member between my cheeks.
I whimper and push back against him. It’s not so much of a whimper of need, but one of surrender. Of helplessness, that I cannot control or stop myself from encouraging him to fuck him. My slight actions invigorate him and he pushes back again.

“Yeah whore, just what I thought. Well you’re going to get what you wanted.”
I cry out as he shoves me against the wall and twists my arm back, pinning it against my spine. The cold tile makes my nipples peak.
“You should have just asked.” He cups my ass then drags his fingers down the cleft. He brushes over my hole and it twitches. This seems to amuse him and he chuckles. “So needy…” he pushes one inside. My body clenches, but it is in play. He works his digit in and out of me, and it feels huge and invasive. A second finger joins, and then a third, and I’m already gasping and hissing and trying to relax.
“You’re so very very tight…this is going to be so much fun,” he murmurs.
Then, they’re gone. I already feel the loss. The fullness. I miss it. He releases my arm but tells me to stay. I do. I hear something open and click shut. I can’t tell what he’s using but I hope it won’t burn.

Then, I feel his strong hand against the back of my neck and something blunt pushing between my legs. I want to be your whore. I remind myself, and my muscles relax. He breaches and the entire shaft of his long cock slams inside of me. In one motion, he is in me to the hilt. I squeeze my eyes tight and tears form in the corners. It does hurt, but it so marvelous, the pain! The sweet, delicious hot blooming pain mixing with the pleasure knotting in my gut! Pre-cum drips out of my cock and smears against the wall. He’s panting just from that and nuzzling my shoulder.
“I like that you’re fighting me a little…but you already know you’ve lost ‘aven’t you?”
I nod. But I feel like a winner, because he’s making my fantasy come true. No condom. No consent. I am his.
He keeps his hand on the back of my neck, one hand on my hip, and begins to thrust. He’s steady at first, as if exploring his new toy, testing angles and positions. I moan and sob and find myself pushing back every time he withdraws.
“Stay still, whore,” he says. I am horrified to find myself looking around, hoping for others to be watching, but we’re sadly alone. There is still time for men to come in. I hope. I feel disgusting, and I love it.

I am open to him now and he realizes this, fucking me in sets of steady thrusts. He will go for a while, then lose his rhythm, pause, adjust, and start over. The hand on my hip reaches around, ignoring my cock, and instead pulls at my balls, pinching them and making me squirm.
“You horny bastard,” he chuckles, as I drool seed onto his wrist. I’m surprised how chatty he is, when I haven’t said a damn thing.

He turns off the water, and the sounds of water dripping and our copulation echo in the shower room. I can hear myself too, as if I am out of body and listening from the locker room, crying out, moaning, groaning, making all sorts of embarrassing beastly noises as he torments my prostate and all my nerves.
“Yeah, yeah yeah!” he exclaims as his orgasm looms near, only in his English dialect it comes out as “Yeh yeh yeh”. He slams so hard in me that I choke on my own spit. I clamber on the wall for grip, my pruned fingertips sticking like lizard toes to the wet tile.
He’s taking me so hard, that I have nearly gone numb. I gurgle, and then gasp as his semen floods inside of me. It’s like lava pouring out of his tap, gallons of it it seems, filling the entirety of my bowel. I imagine his balls to be enormous and heavy and I shudder to think he’s put all of its content in me. “Oh god,” I sob.
He doesn’t seem to have realized I’ve spoken. He’s resting his forehead against the back of my neck, breathing low and slow. Both his hands are on my waist, and he’s giving me slow thrusts to milk the last drops out of his cock. Suddenly he hisses and pulls out. “Fuck, sensitivity,” he grumbles. The plug is gone and his seeds pours out. I hate that. I wish he would stick his thumb back up and plug me. To my relief, he reads my mind and pushes his batter back inside of me with his fingers.
“Oh very, very nice, you look so beautiful with my cum all over your asshole.” He pets me there and I tremble, and ejaculate all over the floor with a cry.
“Woah!” he says, stepping back. He laughs. “You even cum like a dirty whore, just losing it all over the place when a man touches you on your cunt.”
My chest is heaving like I’ve run a kilometer. My head is spinning, and the room is turning in circles. I feel like I’ve been put through the wash cycle. It doesn’t feel like I’ll ever be horny again, then-

Then I hear the other voice.
“What’s all this then?”
“Oh, I just had him, that’s all. He kept staring at my cock, so I just gave the whore what he wanted.”
“Did you now?”
“Aye I did. He loved it too. Still cant move,” he snickers.
“Well now that’s mighty interesting. He’s stared at my cock plenty.”
“Why don’t you have a go at him then? He’s plenty sticky inside, but I don’t got no diseases or what not.”
“Oh you warmed him for now? How nice.” The man’s voice is deep. He sounds huge. I don’t dare to look, but I just close my eyes, and hope, and pray… and then there’s a hand on my hip.

I shouldn’t appear too eager, but I am trembling in anticipation and he can sense it. When he breaches me, he isn’t delicate, and I melt against him so we can move together. He likes this and puts an arm around my waist, I reach back behind him.. It’s like being taken by a bear. My balls are empty and my cock bounces at half mast in front of me. They have reduced me to a sexual being for their entertainment, and I never want it to stop. I will always be a whore.

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Text is fictional. The original poster’s Tumblr has been deleted so if anyone knows what movie this is from, lemme know. A reader has informed that this is from the short film Homophobia. It doesn’t end like this story, trust me.

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Getting dressed for Thanksgiving Dinner is taking forever. Your family is probably wondering what is taking so long. You were just gonna throw on any comfy shirt and some nice jeans, but then your sister brought over a friend from college… a male friend. A hot Australian male friend, and not only that, but a hot bisexual Australian male friend. So of course, he out-dressed you just by showing up looking handsome and striking. All six feet of him in pressed slacks and cashmere. You never felt so juvenile in your life; first impression ruined in an instant.

So hence, why you were in your bedroom making these important decisions. You finally picked a pair of pants, and had moved onto the underwear. This was your best jockstrap, and the most expensive. It lifts your ass and turns your sloping cheeks into round globes. It makes you feel instantly sexy, much like you imagine a pair of heels does for a woman. You examine yourself in the mirror and cannot find a bad angle. God, it makes your cock look twice as big! You tuck in a ball that’s escaping and nod. Good, this will work under your best slacks.

However, you cannot help but puff your cheeks and sigh. This will only work if he actually gets your pants off. If he doesn’t, he’ll never see it your package on display like this. That’s going to be the challenge. You have a loose plan – get him a little tipsy, be friendly, and try your best not to make metaphors about “stuffing his turkey”. You cringe. That won’t work. You want him to fuck you anyway. You want that hot Australian guy to pin you to the bed and boss you around with that incredible accent.

Shit! Look you down. You can’t get an erection this early. You dig out your plastic chastity device and slip it on, securing it with a plastic tie. You can always slip into the bathroom to take it off before anything sexy happens.

You pull on the pants and pick out a shirt. Much better. You look good. Your ass looks great. You come downstairs to greet a flurry of relatives. In the mess of everything, you don’t get to talk to the Australian guy until later. You’ve missed the dark looks he’s been giving you all night. He knows there’s something about you he likes, he just can’t figure out what it is. Your confidence, your assertiveness. Your ass in those slacks. He’s never been so bothered by an American boy before, and he doesn’t know why it’s happening.

You are relieved that you chose to put on that chastity cage because you’re now suddenly horny for no reason. Every time you look at his chiseled face and frame in that sweater you just want to pounce on him. Not being able to get a hard-on is making you even hornier, and as the dinner marches on, you feel sluttier and sluttier. You know after everyone leaves that you’re going to be spending the evening with your dildo.

Except that never happens…cause when everyone is busy with coffee and pie, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. The Australian says to the table he’s going to go too, just to know where it is, and no one is any wiser to his plan. He catches you in the bathroom and the tensions explode. There isn’t any time to unlock the chastity device, but it doesn’t matter. Once he finds it in your jockstrap, his hormones pulse at full blast. He pins you down with your hands behind your back, and teases your straining dripping cock with his fingers. He is fascinated and uncontrollably aroused by the sight of you. You were never allowed to remove your device, neither the first or the second time he fucked you against that counter. …

Nor the third, fourth, or fifth time he had you overnight. You two barely got any sleep, and he left you barely able to walk by the time he left with your sister, back to their college. What was most frustrating at all was that you were only allowed to cum hands free, and it was somehow the most infuriating and satisfying sex you’d ever had in your life. When your hole recovers, you plan to use it as a masturbation fantasy for weeks.

You remember the instructions he gave you – to keep your cock locked, and to send him pictures. Updates. You were going to obey. It was too hot not to. They were coming back for Christmas, and you wanted to show that hot Australian guy what a good American boy you could be. You knew you were probably supposed to feel a little shame about being such a whore for a guy you barely met, but when such a tempting cock is attached to such a fine specimen, your legs just fall open. As long as he kept bossing you around, they would stay open long past New Years.

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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 😉 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? 😉
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 to  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! 
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.