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vallentiro14:

Angel leaned his head against the wall. He’d snuck off for a moment to catch his breath. The afternoon had peaked and sun was on its way down, which meant the heat of the day had finally broken. Angel loved when Sir threw pool parties and being a perfect host, but he was worn out! So many men to check on, cocks to stroke, so many drinks to refill, trash to empty, and snacks to refresh that he hadn’t even been in the pool. Of course, everyone had their hands all over him and his ass, which normally Angel loved. He was an attention whore, and he knew it. But this experiment with staying locked in chastity longer wasn’t working, and he just felt frustrated and sore and sweaty in the most uncomfortable way. He’d have to talk to Sir about it after everyone left.

Angel heard footsteps and raised his head. “Ah, Sir.” He stood in first position, hands behind his back.
“At ease love. What are you doing over here?”
“Taking a breather Sir.”
“Are you alright? Here drink this, I made you a drink with some of that electrolyte powder you keep for club nights.”
Angel looked relieved. “Thank you so much Sir.” He took it and sipped it. “Oh I needed this.”
Master Dameon looked pleased. A smile pushed his mustache up and crinkled the fine lines around his eyes. “Here. Let’s go inside where it’s cool and you can sit down. You’ve worked really hard today. I’m proud of you.” Master Dameon put an arm around Angel and walked him through the side door into the house.
Angel blushed. “I wanted to make you proud Sir.”
“You did great. All the guys rave about you.”
Angel turned red. “I’m flattered, Sir. It’s because you trained me well.”
“Don’t give me all the credit, I couldn’t do anything without your natural talents and extroverted personality. How is your chastity device feeling?”
“Sore. It’s not working, Sir,” Angel admitted softly. He sipped and set the glass down on the kitchen counter. “I think I’ve been in too long. I know we were a little bored with our previous schedule, but this change isn’t working. I feel so uncomfortable and full. Just achy.”
Sir cupped Angel’s face in both hands, forcing Angel to look at him. “Thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable. Do you need to be unlocked now? Or can you wait until everyone leaves and I can spoil you with some release?”
Angel perked up. “Oh, I’d like to be spoiled Sir.”
Master Dameon kissed him. “Then you’ll be spoiled. Sit here for a few minutes and finish drinking the electrolytes. I’ll finish up the party, you can either stay in here or have a dip in the pool.”
“Thank you Sir.” They exchanged another kiss.

Master Dameon walked outside to check on his guests. Two of them were making out on one of his chaise lounge chairs. The others were hanging out in chairs in the shade, some watching them, some talking amongst themselves and snacking on things. One named Adam came up to Dameon.
“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have some stains to get out of that lounge chair.”
Dameon glanced at the couple. “Well. They’ve had some tension for a while, so it’s nice they’ve cut through that. Angel or I can power wash it later.”
Adam nodded. “Where did Angel get off too? Is he ok?”
“Yeah he just needed a break. He was a bit dehydrated.”
“He was working hard today. Like a hummingbird.”
Dameon stroked his moustache. “He loves parties, but sometimes he forgets to check on himself. So I check on him.”
Adam nibbled on a chip. “You know, we were talkin’ about how your ability to know what’s going on with Angel is uncanny. It’s like you have a psychic connection with him.”
It was Dameon’s turn to blush. “He shows his feelings easily.”
“No, you two just have a bond. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“Thank you Adam. That means a lot.”
“It’s true. You can tell, because you have him strutting out wearing basically string with that gorgeous body on display, but there’s no question he’s not up for grabs.”

As if on cue, Angel walked out of the kitchen. Dameon and Adam looked up at the beautiful sight of a tanned young man wearing only a shiny metal sleeve around his shaft. His balls were full and pink. Angel threw his speedo at Dameon that was balled up in his hand. Dameon caught it. Angel smirked and dove into the pool.
“Woah,” Adam muttered. “That is a power bottom.”
Dameon took a minute to speak and watched Angel do laps. “I am going to do very dirty things to him as soon as everyone leaves,” he said in a low voice.
Adam chuckled. “Well, I guess we should leave.” They were interrupted by a keen from the other side of the pool where the couple making out had been rocking together. Adam raised a finger. “Ok now, the party is over.”

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vallentiro14:

“Sweetheart. I know you want to suck my cock. I know it, you know it. Enough with the coy looks and side glances. Show some initiative and do it. Having my body worshiped is a form a flattery – I’d never turn you down within reason, especially since I love watching you do it. You’re more beautiful than I’ll ever be. Aw you’re so pretty when you blush. Come on, set that book down. That’s my boy. No shame here.“

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vallentiro14:

“Hey babe, walk slower would you?”
Brandon stops on the stairs to turn and look at me. “What? Why?”
I catch up to him and smack his ass with my hand. “That’s why.”
“Ack! Michael! That was very childish of you.”
“It was. But I love your butt. Been wanting to do that all day.”
“You can always ask you know.” Brandon says.
“Yeah but, that’s not fun. Urge to appreciate boyfriend’s booty is a spontaneous thing. Most of the time I can handle myself. But watching you walk up the stairs to the boardwalk is too much. Your thighs too man, ngh.”
Brandon shakes his head at me. “You are a thirsty boy.”
“I am,” I sigh. “You drive me absolutely wild. You’re beautiful and independent and sexy and clever and considerate…. I think I’m like balls deep in the honeymoon phase of dating you. I hope it never ends.” Even under the mask and sunglasses, I can tell he’s blushing.
Brandon steps onto the stair landing with me. He removes his mask, lifts up mine, and kisses me. “Listen,” he stammers, “I’m not used to conveying my emotions as words, but like, that makes me happy to hear, ok?” He takes my hand. “Let’s go get boba ok?”
I take his hand. I feel a bit bad for making him all flustered. I make a note not to power-bomb with love too much. Brandon communicates by action, and I need to learn to read those actions. I squeeze his hand back. “Boba it is. We’re gonna splurge too. Get all the add ons and the specialty flavors in  biggest size.”
“I’ve always wanted to do that!”
I smile. “Now’s the time.”
“Hey Michael?”
“Hm?”
“My butt feels uneven, cause you only smacked it on one side. You’re gonna have to even it out if we’re gonna make it to boba.”
I trip over an uneven board as my heart soars. I can feel him trying to return my love. It feels like a break-through in learning to understand fluent Brandon. “I uh – yeah, I will absolutely do that for you babe.”
We pause so I can deliver a proper smack to Brandon’s other cheek. We get some weird looks, but I don’t care. His ass is both soft and firm and makes the most delightful sound upon contact. "Better, Brandon?”
“Much better. Hm, do I want the caramel mocha boba or do I want to do fruit tea this time…”
I take his hand again and we stroll off to the shops.

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vallentiro14:

“I can’t get used to this,” Jack muttered.
“Used to what?”
“This Speedo is so tight. So showy.”
“You have an insanely hot body, don’t you want to show it off?”
Jack looked down at himself as if this is news. “I mean. I don’t mind showing off, but, isn’t showing off my bulge too much? Feels like everyone can see every curve.”
“The color and pattern obscures the fine lines, but I can see you’re packing. You’re too old to be wearing long shorts like you’re a teena- Stop pullin’ the side down, you’re just being a tease now!”
“Sorry sorry. I like how it’s more snug than board shorts, but…still weird.”
As we stood there on the lake shore discuss the merits of Speedos, another man strolled by. “Hey gorgeous,” he said to Jack. “Hot look.” And he winked.
Jack opened his mouth to say something, but just barely stammered out a ‘thanks’ before the man was out of earshot.
“See?” I said.
Jack adjusted the band of the underwear. “Guess there is some merit to this.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “If you don’t like it, you could go naked instead.”
Jack looked horrified. “No.”
I giggled. “You’re so easy to tease. Ok, now I have to teach you how to walk.”
“I know how to walk.” Jack replied. He tilted his head at me.
“No silly. Like, strut. I am going to force some confidence in you if it kills me.”
“I wish I could take some of yours. How do you get to be so confident?” Jack asked.
“Just time. Learning fashion, nutrition, and taking care of my body until I like what I saw in the mirror. But I picked up this guy once in a bar- typical nervous closeted office worker who desperately needed some pity sex- and he said to me, ‘What’s a hot guy like you want with a guy like me?’ and it blew my mind. No one had called me hot before. I never even thought of myself as hot. I took that guy back to my apartment, wore him out, and made him late for work the next day. And fixed his haircut. The sides were soooooooo bad.”
Jack smiled. “That does sound like you. You like to help people and leave em better than you found em.”
“I’m the Gay Red Cross. Wait no.” I thought and rubbed my chin with my fingers. “The Red St. Andrews Cross for Wayward Gays. That’s my charity.”
The reference to a piece of BDSM furniture made Jack snort out a laugh. “Nothing has described you so well in your whole life. Make that new your Grindr headline.”
“Oh my fucking god Jack, you are brilliant, Jack” I whipped out of my phone to do that. By the time I was done, Jack was hit on again, this time by a studly bear.
“Huh,” Jack said after he left. “Ok, I think I’m ready to start practicing strutting now.”
I clapped my hands together. “Excellent. I just love spending my time doing charity work.”
Jack shook his head. “You are too much!”
“You love me.”
“You are my best friend.” Jack blew a kiss at me.
I “caught” it. “Love you too. Ok, go stand over there. Stand up straight. Shoulders up, head back, walk with purpose! Count those steps! One two three four, five six seven eight!”

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vallentiro14:

“Who was that?” Jin asks as I walk back up to the pool deck.
I chuckle and toss the disposable phone onto my chair. “You know who it was.”
“Are you serious? We told them we’re done.”
“Apparently their new guy couldn’t get the goods through customs. Got seized at the airport.” I can’t help but chuckle.
Jim smirks. “Now they realize how good they had it.”
“Apparently not.” I walk down the pool steps. “I kept refusing, he kept trying to offer more and more money. That’s annoying as fuck, because if they could pay us more why didn’t they in the first place. But really it just drives home that they never respected us at all. That annoys me more.”
“Men like that don’t get that they need professionals to do this job well, and they never ever think of us more than just mules. They don’t get that there’s talent into it.”
“That is rude.” Jin agrees. He hooks his fingers in my Speedo. “They never appreciated us. Or bothered to look beyond skin deep.” He peers into my swim trunks. “To see all your beautiful assets and talents.”
I smile and kiss him. “I still don’t think they quite understand we’re a couple either. They called you my ‘buddy’.”
That makes Jin laugh and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.  “Dense fuckers!”
“Man, I still love the way you laugh. Your Japanese-ness really comes out. It’s adorable.”
“Oh come on, no it’s not.”
“It is too.” I kiss him again, and Jin’s lips linger on mine.
“It’s really hard to argue with you when you’re kissing me.”
I smile. “Talents.” I lean back into the water and push off my feet so I’m floating into the deeper end. A thought hits me and I bring myself upright. “Hey Jin?”
“Hm?”
“I didn’t give them that cell number they called us on.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah.” I stand up. “If we’re gonna start a family, we need to make sure they can’t find us. Kids are leverage. We need to really disconnect.”
Jin gets quiet. “It was probably Raul. We’re going to need to get a new phone guy.”
“Raul probably knows him. No, we need to totally disconnect.”
“You think we need new IDs?”
I groan. “I don’t want to do that again.”
“We can’t be changing them once we start the adoption process.”
“Yeah I know.” I walk to the steps and out of the pool until I find where I left the phone. I toss it into the pool. Jin and I watch it sink.
“That was a good idea,” he says.
I sigh and get back into the pool. “Can we talk about IDs later? It’s so warm out here. Can we swim and make out and sunbathe naked, and THEN talk about IDs over a nice refreshing dinner of fruit and fresh fish as the sun sets?”
“You always have the best idea. Especially that bit about making out. I hate when guys think any sign of affection meant fucking. There’s just something so pure and nice about kissing boys.”
“Ah, yes, I love kissing boys too. Especially Japanese ones who have the most adorable laugh.”
Jin blushes a little. “If you want to be kissed, you need to get over here before I change my mind.”
I take off my Speedo and slingshot it over to him. “Sending these ahead!”
Jin catches them. “Hey! Ah, fuck, I wish I had my goggles so I could spy on you underwater.”
“I’ll keep my butt above the water for you.”
Jin clutches the Speedo to his chest. “You really get me.”

I laugh and nearly swallow water as I dive underwater. Every day I feel more and more assured that we made the right choice to put the smuggling behind us so we could finally focus on being together without any fear something may go wrong. We had money in the bank and all the time in the world.
I surface in front of Jin. He wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to mine. Our lives haven’t even started. I can’t wait for the kids.

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vallentiro14:

Gavin stopped on the stoop of his house. “Oh my god.”
“There you are. Good mornin!”
“What the…Khan, it’s 7:30 in the morning. Have you been up all night?”
“Yeah baby. The parties in Miami don’t stop!”
Gavin walked down the pathway to the sidewalk, his ankle boots making tapping noises on the cement as he walked. His face was a mask of astonishment. “Oh my god, Khan. Where are your pants? Children live in this neighborhood…”
“I was at a pool party last, no pants needed. This jacket makes all the statement I need.”
Gavin put his fingers over his mouth and took in the scene, cause it was a scene. “Khan. You need to go home and sleep this off. You’re trashed.”
“Nah, baby, I have to tell you something. That I love you so fuckin’ much. All these hot guys, these club guys – they ain’t got nothing on you. I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night, seeing your face on everyone in the room. Imagine you cuddling up to me, nuzzling my shoulder of his fuzzy coat… I want to be with you. I want you to be there when I’m home.”
Gavin sighed softly. “Khan. We hooked up a couple times. We had a spark. But I don’t date people who sell drugs.”
“Baby~ I told you it’s day trading.”
“Funny. The markets open at 9:30 am, and you are always asleep at that time.”
Khan made a tsk noise and looked away.
“Look, you’re hot, you’re hung. The sex was amazing. But you’re reckless. And you ain’t straight with me.” Gavin pointed at himself. “I’m not some stupid, hot piece of ass, gold diggin’ ho, whose dick overrides their brain. I’m embarrassed I gave you I gave you that impression enough that you’d think this little stunt would work, cause it clearly has on others before.”
Khan opened his mouth and held up his hands, but Gavin held up a manicured finger. “It’s 7:30 in the morning. You need to go to bed. I need to go work. You want to date me, you better work on yourself first.”

Gavin turned down the sidewalk and up his driveway. He heard applause and was startled to see his neighbor standing on the porch holding a chancla. “You tell him, Gavey! You want me to throw this at him?”
Gavin turned red. “No, Mama Maria, but thank you. He’s going now.”
“Oh come on Gavin,” Khan pleaded. “Think about it at least! Let’s just go out, I’ll work on myself, we can talk it through!”
Gavin stopped with his hand on his car. “I’ll think about you when I need a one night stand. But that’s all.” And then he got into his car and backed out.

At a red light, Gavin exhaled and tilted his head back. Hard to leave such a beautiful man and such a nice cock behind. Good sex wasn’t worth that drama though. “Guess this club boy has finally grown up.” Gavin felt a bit sad about that and changed the music to Daft Punk. “This club boy still has good taste in music at least.”

One week later, Gavin met the man he would eventually marry. He was, actually, a day trader, and owned a lovely pink cardigan.

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vallentiro14:

“What? So what that you’re horny? You’re always horny,” Jim said.
“But once it gets wet…”
“Who cares if they see the outline of your chastity cage? Better than seeing an outline of your dick in white Speedos.”
Sean blinked. He hadn’t thought of it. “I suppose you’re right..”
“I am right. I’d never put you in a situation that’d get you arrested boy. And remember, it’s not illegal to be embarrassed.” Jim grinned.
Sean blushed. “That’s an unfortunate reality.”
“For you maybe. Hot stuff for me. Come on, it’s hot out here.” Jim picked up his bodyboard and headed to the water.
Sean sighed. He hoped the water was cold. God, he was horny, and all he could think about was getting fucked on the beach with everyone watching him get railed. The thought of submitting and being taken in front of all those people was almost too much to stomach, but god Sean hated that he still fantasized about it just for a chance at relief! Goddamn, this device was wicked and he’d under-estimated its power! Sean groaned, picked up his body board and followed Jim to the sea. God, he hoped it was cold.

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ericdane8:

Today’s alright….so far….

Jobe has a cigarette in the patio outside the hotel room. He came into town for the horse auction, but in the evening there was nothing to do. There was a hot guy walking around the hotel in that morning, but he was nowhere to be found when Jobe went down for dinner. After a period of digestion, Jobe decided it was too warm in his room, and it made sense to go for a swim. He was not expecting to see that man, the hottest man in the hotel, reading in a lounge chair. Fuck.

The cigarette was supposed to calm his nerves, but every time he glanced at that guy’s direction he got the jitters again. It was unlikely to go away. He was so hot. Just a slab of American beef. Shoulda been auctioned with the horses. Woulda gone for more, definitely.

Jobe exhaled and put out his cigarette stub. He strode into the pool with his Wyoming-bred swagger. He walked over the chair next to Hot Guy.

“Pardon. Mind if I set my hat here or are you waitin’ for someone?”

The man looked up from the book and startled slightly. “Ah, it’s you!”

Jobe blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah, I was behind you a bit in the line to check-in yesterday. I overheard you say you live in Boulander. I grew up in Arrow Bend.”

“Ah, that’s the next town over! What are the odds. You still live in Wyoming?”

“Sure do. About an hour from Casper.”

Jobe felt his heart race when he saw the man’s eyes flicker to his crotch. “Man what the odds. Are you here for the auction?”

“Sure am.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we can be friends,” the man purred.

Jobe shifted on his feet. “I’d like that.”

“Well go for your swim, let’s talk after I finish my book.”

Before Jobe to could stop himself, he blurted out, “Maybe we could go back to my room and have a nightcap.”

A deep smirk appeared on the man’s face. “I’d like that.”

Jobe’s head spun. He realized he was getting an erection and turned away. “Good. Let’s talk later cowboy.” Jobe could have sworn he heard the man groan. He was relieved the pool was cold.

Later that evening, they made it through one shot of bourbon before tensions boiled over. Jobe was thrown to the bed and ridden like a stallion. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed a fuck, but as the stress of work and travel melted away, Jobe had a feeling the stranger wouldn’t be spending much time in his own room for the duration of the trip.

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SOMEONE your friend invited to this party is putting his hands all over YOUR boy – including groping his ass. Not only that, but this someone is leaning on your boy’s hospitality and desire to be polite by entrapping him against a wall, making it hard to get away. It will not stand. Absolutely not. You descended the stairs to assert custody over YOUR boy and get that stranger’s pervy hands away from him. Lord help that stranger if he tries to get fresh with you, or he’ll be icing his face later. You won’t have time for long fights. You have to escort your boy off to a private space and reassert your claim over him – or other men at the party may get ideas and move in. As you get closer, your boy shoots you a desperate look for assistance. You puff out your chest. This will NOT stand. He is YOURS.

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carnaltraits:

Vihaan didn’t quite realize just how much he was staring at the blond guy who was drying off from the pool. He was just hypnotized by the way the water sluiced off his body. He was an enticing mix of cute and sexy. Kind of twinky. What made a twink a twink instead of just a regular guy? It may be the pink bathing suit. Vihaan didn’t realize just how much he was staring until the twink turned, and began to rustle with this belongs and pack up to leave.
Vihaan felt a pang of regret. He could stalk him into the shower room, but it felt so creepy to do so. He sighed and wondered what to do. The boy was perfect. He had such a perky butt…

It was dawning upon Vihaan that the blond was walking toward him. He was LOOKIng at him. Vihaan stumbled backwards and slipped on the pool step and nearly fell back in the water. He grabbed the handle and tried to totally pass it off as something he meant to do.

The blond looked amused. He knelt down and placed a folded piece of paper – a receipt actually – on a dry spot on the pool edge. “If you are going to stare, you could at least take me out for coffee and get to know me.”
“Aah-…” Vihaan was so startled he couldn’t figure out what to say. The
blond

smirked, turned, and walked away. Vihaan gawked at his butt. When the young man disappeared into the changing room, Vihaan went for his towel to dry his hands and pick up the receipt. It was a phone number. And it was underlined. In pink pen. “Ohh wow… he really is a twink.” Vihaan tucked the paper into his shoe. He needed to get back into the cooler water so his erection would go away. How soon could he call this boy? An hour? Two hours? Definitely today….

As Vihaan climbed into the pool, an older woman gave him two thumbs up and winked. He groaned.

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