“Thank you for letting me know.” Tanner waited for his boy to go. “What is it?” he asked when Braden didn’t leave. “I’m – I’m so fucking horny Sir, I can barely think.” “Good. I want you singing when I fuck you before bed tonight.” “My balls are aching from how full they are, Sir.” “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Tanner reached behind him and picked up the small remote. He hit the “on” switch and the plug inside of Braden began to vibrate on the middle setting. Braden went rigid and gasped. He moaned deeply as a shudder went through his body. Tanner waved his hand. “Show me your cage.” Braden pulled his jockstrap to the side to bare his cage. It was straining, bulging in its cage over full plump eggs. The tip of the chastity cage was glistening from leaking pre-cum. “Yes, boy, yes. Whose cock is that?” “Yours, Sir.” Braden swallowed. “That’s right. Good boy.” Tanner waved his hand again. “You can cover up. Don’t drip on my patio.” “No Sir, I won’t,” Braden said quickly as he put his cock back in place. “Good boy. Go finish making dinner now.” Braden exhaled deeply. “Yes Sir.” Tanner watched him go back into the house. “Man, no one told me when you put your boy in chastity, that you also get tortured having to wait,” he muttered to himself. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to bed time.”
Richard watched as some British dude flirted with the really hot Norwegian guy he’s had longing for since he came to this small resort. It was excruciating to sit there and be casual. It felt rude to want something to go wrong, but watching them leave together would have been devastating. The trip had been a perfect week away, all it was missing was a textbook one night stand to round it out. Richard had caught the Norwegian guy checking out his ass in the breakfast buffet line earlier that week – he even blushed!- but he’d taken his food to go, so Richard hadn’t been able to make a move back.
Richard held his breath. It wasn’t going well. The British guy was getting annoyed. He was pushy. Richard found himself holding his breath. Norwegians don’t like conflict. The British man should have left after the first “no thank you”. Richard’s heart was hammering. He suddenly realized there was an opening, a very small opening, to resolve this whole situation. It would the boldest thing he’d ever done, and he had to simply take action, because any second longer lingering on the idea and the door to this opportunity would close.
“Here it goes,” he muttered to himself. Richard stood up, stripped out of his wet Speedo, and walked to the two man. “Excuse me,” Richard interrupted. Both men looked at him with raised eyebrows. Richard handed the Norwegian man his wet Speedo. “Please come give this back to me. Room 741.” And he walked off. There was silence behind him. Richard didn’t dare look back.
Once he got off the dock, he covered himself with his hand and walked back to the hotel with his hand over his crotch. There were plenty of eyes on his body, and one whistle, but he made it to the elevator without a scene. Another man in the elevator asked him to move his hand. Richard did. The man considered Richard’s genitals with the manner of an appraiser. He nodded. “Nice,” he said, then got off the elevator on the 5th floor.
Richard went back to his room and showered. He was putting on lotion when there was knock at the door. His heart began to hammer again. He answered with his boxers on, trying to appear calm when inside the butterflies in his stomach were having a rave. “Oh hello,” Richard said to the blond Norwegian. He had a small leather bag slung over his shoulder, but other than that he was just wearing swim boxers. and sandals The Norwegian had a rather amused smirk on his face. “I’ve been told to give these back to you.” He held out Richard’s wet Speedo. Richard tried to kept his face in check. “Ah yes, I was wondering where I put that, thank you. Do please come in.” He took the Speedo and threw it into the bathroom sink. “How can I repay you at all for finding that for me?” The Norwegian reached into the bag and pulled out a condom. Richard broke character with a pleased but sheepish grin. “I would love to repay you that way. Been wanting to bottom for you since I saw you downstairs.” “And I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I saw you downstairs.” Richard took that moment to reach for him, to kiss him, and he hungrily returned the kiss. Clothes came off and the Norwegian guided Richard to the bed. There were some other things in that bag – things that stretched, vibrated, and lubricated – which turned the hook-up into a long session
Richard also got to learn some fun new Norwegian phrases that he couldn’t use in public.
Tyler stares at the wall in horror. There’s still a faint smudge of his cum on the wall from where some big bull named Dan fucked him – three days ago. Good lord, how did he missed cleaning this? And didn’t this place have cleaning crews? Tyler had given the wall a cursory wipe down, but it wasn’t like Tyler had his wits about him much after the fuck – he was high in his headspace, riding the afterglow. How had he missed this though? Red with embarrassment, Tyler removes his Speedo and erases his sin hastily. No one had seen that right? It was barely noticeable. And now it’s gone.
Tyler chides himself. He’s been trying to not stare so much at the men at the gym. It’s been really difficult, being surrounded by so much muscle and testosterone. He just wants to just throw himself at these buff studs and worship all their cocks. Who could fault him for that? Tyler sighs. Cock. What a wonderful thing. He finishes washing off and contemplates that he should probably jerk off before going to the gym to prevent these types of situations. Tyler reaches for his towel, dries off, and gets out with the towel around his waist. He reaches into his duffel for a comb and drops his goggles in. When Tyler lifts his head, he sees Dan walk into the locker room. Tyler freezes. Dan spots him immediately, smirks, and begins to walk in his direction.
Mickey pulls his sunglasses down to get an unfiltered view. The wind’s blown a magazine off the table and John’s trying to squat down to pick it up, but he’s struggling to reach the magazine because his beefy thighs and thick calves are expanding and bulging the lower he goes. What a beautiful spectacle of male beauty. John’s Speedo is struggling to contain the density of his cakes and the sag of his balls. “Good lord,” Mickey mutters under his breath. He has no doubt that John’s solid belly is also getting in the way in the front. John grunts in frustration. Using a chair for assistance, he stands back up and considers the magazine. It’s pages are being mussed by the wind. John bends over his time instead of squatting, and Mickey has not closed his mouth in minutes. John still can’t reach the patio – so he spreads his feet so his legs are making an A shape, and with considerable groaning, John pinches some pages moving in the breeze and pulls up the magazine. He shuffles back upright and tosses the magazine on the table, and sets his phone down on it with an indignant thud.
Mickey applauds. John turns around. “You enjoy watching that?” “Very much. You should have charged for tickets.” John flips him off. Mickey laughs. “Hey Daddy can you grab me a sparkling vodka thing please?” “Sure thing, babe. I want a Diet Coke anyway.” He disappears back into the house.
Mickey splashes some water on himself from the pool and fans himself with his hand. He now has a full understanding for why it feels like he’s being fucked by a train when they’re in bed together. Getting John’s number instead of writing him off as a one-night stand was a “no duh” moment. Mickey hoped John gave him one of those power fucks before he left today. God, did he love feeling tender and drained from it afterward.
“Damn Daddy!” “You’re fucking fiiiiiiiiiiine.” “That white Speedo is showing me the outline of everything I want to see.” “I could wash my thongs on your abs!” “I would eat sushi off your ass!” “I would break something just to be put over those thighs.” “Smother me with them titties Daddy!” “Fuck you take the titties, I want that dick!” "Throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to the bridal suite!” “Oh god yeah, I’d let him pop my cherry any day!”
Dominic stopped at the base of the stairs and looked around for the source of the commotion as he squeezed the water out of the base of his hair. He glanced over two twinks standing at the edge of the pool. When they were spotted, they dissolved into giggles. “Room 904, Daddy, come find us later when we’re drunk and horny ok!” “I’m going to put both of you over my thighs!” Dominic said back. They dissolved into noises akin to a pair of howler monkeys. “You promise?” “You better promise!” They blew a kiss and ran off. “904!”
Dominic watched them scamper and try not to spill their colorful drinks at the same time. His boyfriend got off the chaise lounge and walked down the steps to hand Dominic a towel. “I think I just got cat-called,” Dominic said, sounding a bit miffed. “You did. You gonna take em up on the offer?” “I don’t think I can handle that all by myself. That’s…that’s a lot.” “What about both of us?” Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Both of us. Hm. Room 904 was it?” “I do think it was.” Dominic grinned. “Boy, those little twinks are in for a surprise later! We should show up in tight clothes. But nice clothes. Maybe our dinner wear. Sleeves rolled up. Buttons open to your chest hair. Really make their little erections pop in those thongs.” “I’m really starting to like the idea of this. Can I have the blond one?” “Yes baby, you may.” Dominic got out of the pool and kissed his partner on the lips. Sharing was a cornerstone of a good relationship.
“Hey boy, are you coming in from sunbathing now?” “Uh what?” Carlos swivels his head around until he spots Tom standing in an upstairs window. “Oh. Yes, I am.” “Good. Get your ass up here please, I got a load to shoot into it. Got a mighty need for it.” “Oh! Yes, Tom, coming right now!” “That’s a good boy.”
I wipe my hand on a towel and check my phone. “Oh, my boyfriend is stopping by to bring us the cooler I left upstairs before he goes out.” “Oh? I finally get to meet the Slutty Wonder?” Rob asks. “Yep. He’s a gift, I tell you. A little unusual, but man…” I let out a low whistle. “This is all new for me, and I’m obsessed. I’ve never wanted someone so bad, so often. I feel like my dick is out all the time. Well half the time he’s pulling out, but man. He’s a treasure.” “I can’t wait to see this.” I grin. We hang out in the corner of the pool for minute until I see the gate open. “Oh there he is. Mikey! Over here.” I watch Rob. “What the…” Rob puts his hands on the edge of the pool and leans forward. “Mikey~” I step up and wave. “Hey sweetie! Where do you want the cooler?” “You can bring it here.” Mikey trots over in his pumps to where our stuff is. He sets the cooler in reach. “Yep, thank you. May I get a kiss before I go?” “Sure thing, babe.” I step up on the ledge of the pool so I can rise to meet his lips. We exchange a soft kiss. Mikey pulls back. “Oh good I didn’t get any lipstick on you. It really is waterproof!” “I told you to pay a little extra for the good stuff. Oh, Mikey, this is Rob.” Mikey waves. “Hi darling. Heard a lot about you.” “Uh hi. Nice to meet you.” Mikey blinks. “You should come over for dinner sometime. For now though, I left you guys some fruit salad and some chicken pasta salad in the fridge for when you’re done in the pool.” Mikey moves his purse from his elbow up to his shoulder. “Thank you sweetheart. Very kind.” “Of course! The watermelon so good, you’ll love it. Well, I’ll be out with Grace for a couple hours, we’re gonna grab lunch, do a bit of shopping, take her dog to the spa. If you want me to pick up anything on the way home let me know.” “Will do. Have a fun afternoon with Grace.” “Should be fun! See you later darling, remember to reapply sunscreen.” “Yes honey. Take care now. Bye~” “Byyee. Nice to meet you Rob.” MIkey winks at us along with wave of manicured fingers and leaves us be.
Rob watches us go. “Woah. That – that’s Mikey?” “Yep?” “I could see up his skirt. That was a tiny thong stretched over everything. Was it silk?” “Yep.” “You get to fuck that sweet piece of ass all the time?” “Yep.” “God you lucky son of a bitch. He’s so cute.” I can’t help but squeal a little. “He’s IS. And dainty. I mean, for being nearly six feet tall in heels. And he’s always puttering around in the condo in these cute outfits, doing all this domestic stuff, listening to his vinyl…I could just watch him all day. I could watch the paint dry on his nails even. I’m totally smitten.” “I’ve never thought I’d be rethinking my opinion of boys in skirts but here I am,” Rob mutters and sat on the step of the pool. “Yeah, me neither. I love being able to grab his ass and feel skin, or just like, push the fabric up, pull the thong aside, and get access right to that pussy. Once I made him go out with any underwear on as a punishment for something.” Rob gasps. “No one noticed?” “It was a longer skirt. But he got hard very quickly. It was a lot of fun. I finished him off in the parking lot with my hand. He’d never had an orgasm in a semi-public space before. Very sexy.” Rob lets out a low whistle. “I’m starting to get some ideas of new ways to torment my houseboy.” “I could write you a novel, Rob. But I will tell you that as long as you want to keep your boy interested and happy, you’ll easily find an opportunity to do so.”
Rob just nods. “Does he go to work, like that?” "Sort of. Men’s slacks, women’s blouses, mostly. A lot of colors and patterns. They get a lot of clients who are sort of unsure how to react to him, so he tones it down so it’s not distracting.” “Ah, makes sense. Sucks it’s still like that.” I sigh. “Yeah.But if I get home before he does, he lets me watch as he changes. It’s got upsides.” “You are such an optimist.” “I have a lot of reasons to be.”
Rob smirks and we share a fist pump. “Beer time? I feel warm all of a sudden…” I reach for the cooler and sigh. “Yeah me too. Beer time for sure.” I pass him a can and we pop ours open. I raise mine. “Cheers to the Slutty Wonder?” “Cheers.” We clink them together and drink. Rob glances at his can. “Oh this is from a local brewery too! He has good taste in beer? Is Mikey real or did I hallucinate him?” “Well Rob, if I am hallucinating Mikey, don’t wake me up!
Angel picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Oh Sir! You’re there” “Ronny! Good, Christ are you ok? I’ve been so fucking worried about you.” “I’m sorry Sir. I partied too hard last night. I passed out and woke up in someone’s house.” “Did you get roofied?” Angel asked. “No I don’t think so. Just drank a lot, did some drugs. My ass isn’t sore, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t have sex. Can you come get me? I don’t have a lot of change for this call.” “Ok, so normal night, you just went a little too hard.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “I’m just glad you’re ok. But we’ll talk about you passing out later. Are you calling from a payphone?” “Yes Sir.” “Why didn’t you use the phone where you’re at?” Angel asked. “Didn’t want to wake everyone. Besides I wanted to buy some Gatorade at this drug store,” Ronny explained.
Angel picked up his keys. “Where are you?” “Well uh, I don’t know. It says I’m on Sunset Boulevard, but I don’t know where that is. I know where Sunset Road is, and this isn’t it. Nothing looks right.” There’s a long pause. “Ronny I just looked at the number you called me from again. It says 323. That’s Los Angeles. Ronny. Are you in Los Angeles?” Ronny felt a prickle of fear go down his back from the change in tone in Angel’s voice. It was that still tone Angel used when he was trying to control his emotion. “Um. I don’t kn– excuse me? Excuse me. Am I in Los Angeles? Ok, thank you. She said I’m in LA, I’m in Hollywood Sir,” Ronny stammered.
“Ronny.” “Y-yes Sir?” “Where do we live?” Angel asked. “Las Vegas, Sir.” “Where did you start partying last night?” “Las Vegas, Sir.” Angel sighed. “So HOW are you in Los Angeles?” “I don’t know Sir! I fell asleep, I think – I think some people said they were going to take me home, and I think I passed out. I think they thought I was from LA too!” Ronny wailed. “Shh shh. It’s ok. I’m – we are definitely having a long conversation when you get home boy, but right now I need to worry about your safety.” Please insert more change. “Ah fuck, Sir, the call is going to disconnect.” “Call me back from the drug store.” “Yes Sir.”
A few moments later, the phone rang again. “Ronny?” “Yes Sir. I don’t have long. I’m in a Speedo…the manager is not happy.” Angel rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Ronny. Do you have your ID with you?” “Uh yes Sir. I have my wallet, it was in the pocket of this bathrobe I woke up wearing.” “Do you have your credit card.” “….No. $10 and some change. I’m almost done, I swear! Just a minute!” “Ronny. Listen to me, and listen to me good.” “Y-Yes Sir.” “Get me the address of where you are.” Ronny fumbled around for a store sales flier and read out the address. “Good boy. Now stay there. I’m calling you a taxi. I want you to go to Burbank airport. I’m going to buy you a ticket to Vegas. Get on the plane.” Ronny gasped. “I’m a Speedo Sir! And uh, I think my shoes are still by the pool in Vegas…” There was a loud sigh. “Use your cash for food and drink. Then you get in that taxi, and to the airport, do you understand me? If the airport gives you shit about shoes, have them give you a pair of flip flops from lost & found.” Ronny knew better than to argue with Sir. “Y-yes Sir. Understand Sir.” “Good boy. You call me when you get to the airport OK?” “Yes Sir.”
“Good boy. I just – don’t want anything to happen to you.” “Thank you Sir. I’m sorry for the stress.” “I’m putting a collar and tracking tag on you when you get home. Or a micro-chip. Or something.” “I deserve that Sir.” “You do.” Angel agreed. “Um, I have to go, the manager is yelling at me.” “Taxi. Airport. Call me. Bye love.” “Bye Sir.”
Ronny hung up the phone and scurried to buy something to eat. Angel hung up and stared at the phone. He began to chuckle but soon it grew to a loud guffaw. He placed his hands over his barrel chest and laughed until there were tears in his eyes. “Oh my god, he’s in LA. I am never ever going to let him live this down! Man, I cannot wait to peel off that Speedo and spank that boy. I might just do it in the airport.”
_______________ Captions are fictional. In a fit of boredom, I was able to locate this picture as taken in front of the Hollywood Central Motel in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA. You can see the Motel sign behind the Hot Guy. The little white pillar with the globe on it behind him in left center is the Crossroads of the World Restaurant. The phone booth is no longer there as of 2007. I think the building he’s standing in front of is now a Rite Aid.
“Hey, Cas, are you alright?” “Huh? Yeah, just tired.” “I’m a little worried about you to be honest. You’ve been pushing yourself really hard lately in the pool. I get you want us to help win the competition, but it’s not worth your health being compromised.” Cas sighs and sets his bottle down. He turns off the water. I hand him a towel. “I have been pushing myself, but my lap times aren’t getting that much better.” “You’re wearing your body out. Give yourself time to rest. This isn’t the Olympics remember? Just a hobby swim league for gay dudes. The only thing we’re really competing for is dick size really.”
That makes Cas chuckle. “There is some truth to that.” He pulls off his Speedo and wrings it out. “How am I doing on that front?” “Better than most,” I admit as I enjoy the view. “Better than me. Although I’m going to chalk it up to the water being cool, ignoring the fact the water in the shower is warm.” Cas gives me a half smile. He has put his Speedo on the hook and is finishing drying off. “I can see your bulge, I’m sure you got plenty to entertain someone in bed.” “Aw Cas, that’s so sweet. See, this is why we need you around. You’re one of the nicest people on the team.” “I appreciate you saying that Sean. No reason we all have to be catty to each other.” Cas puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “I don’t know why I’m pushing myself so hard latel. I still can’t see to outswim the feeling I’m getting older. I think I’m seeing my stagnating times as failure of my body.”
I immediately scoff. “No way. You’re in better shape than some 21 year old babies I know who survive off Starbucks and vaping and live at the gym. Seriously, your set times are fine. The race is a relay, we win as a team. And we want you on that team. Alive, ideally.” “Thanks, Sean, I appreciate that. I like being on that team. Alive, that is. I just want to help us win.” Cas rubs some lotion on his skin. “You will.” I chew on lower lip. Do I go for it? I decide to go for it. “Hey, you got some time after this?” “Yeah I got a free afternoon, what’s up?” “Why don’t I take you out for a burger? I bet that rabbit diet you’re on is why you’re so tired, you need some real heavy calories.” Cas pulls on some dry clothes. “My knee jerk reaction is to say no to that, because I’m scared an extra ounce will impact my times but – I’m starving. Like, I have been sort of noticing lately I am just constantly hungry. Maybe you’re right. Got a place in mind?” I gasp so softly I’m not sure Cas even heard it. I clasp my hands together against my chest. “Um, yeah I do. I can drive, and drop you off here to pick up your car later?” “That sounds fine to me.” Cas finishing buttoning his shirt and searches his bag for a comb to run through his hair. “We don’t really hang out much as team members outside practice do we?” “We really don’t,” I say. Cas’s stomach grumbles loudly and I giggle. “Come on, let’s go put some meat on your bones.” Cas folds his towel in his hands. “Yeah yeah, but first. One thing.” “Hm?” He hooks an arm around my waist like a side hug, but adds a peck to my cheek. “I’m really glad you’re on my team, Sean. Thank you.” I can feel my skin flush and the residual trace of warmth from his lips. “Ah-I’m, I’m glad we’ve met too.” Cas pets my hip twice and parts to go finish packing his bag. “Say, do they have milkshakes at this place?” he asks. “Giant ones.” “Awesome.”
Derrick can’t help but watch. If they didn’t want him to watch, Royce would have taken Nathaniel back inside. Derrick thought Royce had good technique. Nate was positioned squarely over his lap, on his tip toes, butt high in the air. No doubt Royce had Nathaniel’s cock trapped between his solid thighs. Each smack of Royce’s hand on that round bare ass was firm and hit the same spot, the bounciest part of those cheeks, over and over. Nathaniel began to squirm and his cries of protest grew with each smack. Derrick didn’t envy him. Nathaniel had burned the first round of meat on the grill because he was distracted on his phone, so it was an appropriate punishment.
Royce was counting to himself. Nathaniel began to tremble with each strike as the spanking continued on. “Two more now, boy. Two. One.” Nathaniel keened and twisted in Royce’s lap. “Good boy.” Royce caressed those plump cheeks. “I’m sorry Sir!” Nathaniel said. “I’m pleased to hear it boy. Finish yourself off now.” Derrick wondered what Royce meant by that. Then he saw Nathaniel dig his toes into the ground and work his hips up and down. Derrick got it. Royce wanted to Nathaniel to cum between his thighs. That was spicy. Derrick licked his lips. He could see the pink glow of that freshly spanked ass and the bubblegum pink of Nathaniel’s balls between his legs. Nathaniel was awkwardly humping Royce’s lap as fast as he could. Derrick bit his lip, unable to look away. Nathaniel shuddered. There was an audible moan and the boy went limp.
Derrick was starting to get stiff and wished it had gone on longer cause he could have easily masturbated to that. Derrick watched Royce help Nathaniel to his feet. Royce stood up too and hugged him with those big bear arms, despite the mess between his thighs. They rocked as they embraced, Royce whispering things into Nathaniel’s ear. Ok, that was pretty sweet. They fit together like puzzle pieces.
They walked into the house together, Royce’s arm around Nathaniel. Royce needed to clean up. Nathaniel needed some some cooling salve. When they came out, Nathaniel had the rest of the uncooked meat on a plate in his hands, but his phone wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Derrick put his sunglasses back on and went back to sunbathing. He tucked that pretty scene into his spank bank for later. Real life was always better than porn.
_____________________ Captions are fictional. I seriously don’t know why all these Speedo esque pictures are showing up on my dashboard suddenly, but they make for some good captions…
