So I said I’d get some pictures up since we’ve hit 500 followers! Got a new bone pattern bandana/neckerchief, so thought I would show it off. And me of course” Haha.
Wruff!
Adorable! That bottom picture should be in a frame on someone’s desk at work. One of those “I love my puppy <3” frames with like a bone glued on it.
When Billy came into the door, I saw in his face that something had upset him. His shoulders and posture were sagging and his eyes were red.
“Honey what’s wrong?” I put down my newspaper.
“James, some mean boys bullied me on the way to the train station.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I stood up and pulled him into a hug. Billy clung to me, pressing his lithe body up against my more substantial one. I removed his stylish hat and tossed it into the sofa. Underneath his cardigan, I could feel him trembling. “They called me a faggot, and said I looked like a queer, I should get hit by a train.”
I tensed and released a slow breath, seething. “I’m going to pick you up from work tomorrow, and you’re gonna start carrying mace. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“They scared me,” Billy admitted, his voice cracking.
“Ssh shh…I won’t let them lay a finger on you. They don’t deserve you.”
I sensed the hug wasn’t reaching him. “Here, I think this will help.” I gently pried Billy off, and began to remove my clothes. He watched me, curious, and did not protest when I helped him peel off his sweater and began to work the buttons on his shirt. It wasn’t sexual, we just casually removed our clothing piece by piece until it was in a pile on the sofa next to the hat. I wrapped my arms around him again and Billy eagerly reciprocated, pushing himself close against me to get his slim arms around my barrel torso. I felt fingers dig into my buttocks and his small member press against my thigh.
I held and rocked him, uttering soothing words. Billy hiccuped and spilled a few tears, dispersing them by nuzzling my shoulder. I was hoping that skin to skin contact would help calm him. Billy was a small man, and I wanted to be his big, strong rock. As long as I was around, he should feel safe and secure and grounded. After a few minutes of bonding, the trembling faded, his breathing slowed. I kissed the top of his head and he snuggled against the pelt of hair on my chest.
Billy worked at an art gallery downtown. I’d gone there to buy a piece for my living room and ended up leaving with a painting and his phone number. He was intimidated by me at first, but soon realized he got a rush out of being dominated and overpowered in the bedroom. It had taken some practice for him to accept a cock of my size. I in turn, became madly aroused at seeing it disappear into his small arse. I felt that would come later; sex would help him sleep the night. He wasn’t even hard now.
“Are you alright?” I asked, gently.
“Mmnnnn,” he replied back. “I like feeling all of you against me, and the sound of your heart beating. It was all fast before, but it’s slow now.”
“Because those men made me angry. Just – how dare they! What business of theirs is it who you are?”
“I think they’re scared of me,” Billy said.
“Scared?” I repeated.
“Yes… they’re scared that I walk with my head up and am not afraid to be who I am. They don’t understand it, they don’t understand me. They certainly don’t appreciate my excellent fashion sense either. So, they get scared and try to mask it by being mean.”
“Hm. In a way I guess that makes sense. We’ll have to confront of them sometime though.”
Billy sighed. “I don’t want to think about this anymore. I want to think about my naked boyfriend.”
I chuckle. “That is a good thought to be having.”
“Can I cook you dinner like this? Naked?”
“Naked?” I raised an eyebrow. “Well I can’t guarantee you won’t make it to dinner without me getting my hands on you.”
Billy looked up at me with a cheeky little smile on his face. “Well, we’ll see how long you last.”
I raise an eyebrow and squeeze his butt before he slips away, scampering off to the fridge with his cock bouncing between his legs. I mourn the loss of his body heat immediately, but I am mostly relieved that my Billy has recovered. The cruelty of the world outside the walls of our home can wait to be dealt with another day. I watch Billy bend over to peer into the fridge. I sigh. It’s ridiculous how much I am in love with him.
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Text is fictional. Source unknown.
Master Hendricks had taken his pup to the city to get him Lasik eye surgery for his 25th birthday. The boy had vision so terrible that without strong corrective lenses he was borderline blind. The boy was nervous yet excited about the trip into the city and upcoming surgery, and pup mode let him work out his anxiety by being playful and goofy. To Master Hendrick’s relief, his sub kepts down his food and made it through the ordeal without great panic.
After the operation was done, the doctor said the boy had to wear dark lenses to prevent hurting his eyes. The pup didn’t mind. He was amazed at the results and spent a good long while just sitting on the bed and staring at the city scape below with slack jaw. So much detail!
Master Hendricks thought he looked hilarious, on all fours, butt naked but for a pair of shades, so deep in concentration. It was like Cocky Boys had reshot Risky Business for the porno market or something. Master Hendricks began to chuckle and couldn’t stop. When his pup looked at him and tilted his head as if to say ’baroo?’, it made him laugh even harder. “Oh puppy, hold still I’m going to take your picture – I want to remember this for when I’m having a bad day.”
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Text is fictional. Boy unknown.
“So go up to Broadway Street and turn left?”
“Right,” Morgan chirps. “Yeah I live in this residential neighborhood here a couple miles east.”
“Oh I know that area,” I say, “It’s kind of where the sorority houses are for the university.”
“Yeah! I’m living in an apartment for my senior year, but we’re gonna drive right past my party house. I’m part of Delta Phi Epsilon. Well, the Delta Delta chapter anyway. Delta deltaaa woo!” he emphasizes this with a dainty fist punch.
“Wow, you are enthusastic,” I note.
“They’re an awe~~some house.”
I chuckle. I drive for a ride-sharing app and have meant some eccentric people. I try not to pass judgements on first impressions, but it’s already obvious that Morgan is queer as can stereotypically be – the tone of his voice, his body movements, his skinny jeans and tight shirt and …I think he’s wearing a bit make up. He’s wearing sandals where his toes stick out, too. Then, something dawns on me. “Wait a second, Morgan, I know someone who went to Delta Delta. That’s a sorority isn’t it? Not a fraternity?”
“Hey! You know your sororities. Oh my gawd, that’s so hot. Yeah it is a sorority, those girls are my besties.”
I lift an eyebrow but hold off on responding until I can change lanes and get out from behind this bus. “I thought boys weren’t allowed in sororities?”
“Yeah but I was staying with them. Special permission for this twinkie, honey. It works out better than staying with frat boys and the girls love me. We share make up tips, go shopping together, bake cupcakes, form study groups, do charity events together – it’s sooo much fun.”
“How…I mean just…how? How did they let you do that?” I’m so confused.
“Well I met Brittany in ethics class. I needed crash space baaad since my roomie at the time was a fag hating roid douche, and she suggested I sleep on the sofa of their sorority house until I could rehome. I ended up teaching the girls how to make cheesecake. Never left.“
I signal to make the aforementioned left. “It’s not a problem that you’re a guy? Even though you’re…gay? Aren’t you?”
“Um, duh. If you can’t tell I am doing something wrong.”
“No no,” I say quickly, “I can definitely tell. I mean, I’m gay too and the radar is off the charts.”
He laughs and gives me a high five. “Hell yeah for gays boy!”
I high five him back.
Morgan continues. “And to answer your question honey – sororities are for girls, but being a girl isn’t about gender anymore. You can have a really cute penis, be biologically male, and still be a girl.”
“I …don’t get it.”
“Being a ‘girl’ is an identity. It means you like things pink, you like to be fancy, you’re into fashion, and fawning over cute boys. It means you can express your emotions. Guys don’t do that. I can be silly and flirty one day, vulnerable and passive the next, and fierce and bitchy one day later. It’s like … ummmm if you’ve twinked out too much and so God gave you an upgrade option?”
This time I almost crash the car. “What, seriously?”
“Yeah that’s exactly what it’s like! I mean, my sorority girls get it. They get me in ways you could never imagine. We’re not that different. We both got pussies, you know, and we both know how to use em. I mean – my chapter’s official logo is a unicorn for fuck’s sake. It’s the gayest sorority ever.”
“Uh. Wow.”
Morgan checks his cell phone and types a rapid response back to whatever message he received. “Omg Rachel got her nips pierced. Damn, I thought she was just bluffing when she was drunk. God, wine coolers are evil.”
“Wine coolers are disgusting,” I add.
“But cheap! I’m a brand whore, I only drink expensive vodka and it really adds up ugh. Girls gotta have her drinky drinks though.”
I struggle on what to say. “So it’s about…socializing?”
“In sorority houses yeah. Technically you’re not supposed to be drinking or have boys over, so that’s why I moved out for my senior year. The first years are about bonding and making friends, having someone to talk to about life, about careers, and sales at Macy’s. We do a lot of charity work with women of domestic violence, too.”
“That sounds…admirable.”
“Thanks hon. It was soo hard. As much as it made me grow up, it was depressing. Made me stronger. I kinda miss helping, but I don’t have to do charity work anymore since I’m about to graduate. Gonna go to New York City to intern at a studio that crafts ballet slippers.”
I glance over at Morgan. “Congratulations. That sounds…interesting.”
“My major is fashion and arts, with a focus on dancewear. I like the pink, what can I say?”
“Um, sorry to interrupt, but am I turning any time soon?”
“Yeah actually, turn at the light. Oh shit it’s this light. God, I got distracted. Tuuurn and there we go. Down to the stop sign, make a right.”
I nod, and Morgan gets another text message. “Oh it’s Jennifer. Wanna know something funny? Jennifer and I share a boyfriend. He likes doing through the backdoor, she hates anal; he loves tits and I am flat as a board. We are all too busy for dating, so we share him. Works out beautifully. I get to ride dick, and I pass my classes.”
For once, Morgan has rendered me speechless.
“Oh there’s my apartment building! Fuck yeah duplexessss. Thank you, you’ve been a great driver.” He pulls a contact info card out of nowhere and offers it to me. “I like the gay boys, so if you ever want to tap this, call me ok?”
I take the card. “Um – uh – wow, um, ook then. Thanks, um, Morgan. Been nice talking to you. You’re really, interesting. I like your confidence.”
Morgans beams. “Thank you, dear. I’ll give you a big tip through the app.” He winks and gets out of my car. I watch his cute butt wrapped in denim as he sashays up to the apartment door and lets himself in. For a moment, I just sit there at the curb, wondering what just happen.
Then I glance over, and notice the glitter he left in my passenger seat – gay debris left by Hurricane Morgan. Despite the fact I fucked my boyfriend last night, compared to Morgan, I feel nearly straight.
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Text is fictional. Source is too hard to track down. I know nothing about sororities so sorry if I screwed something up. Also that sorority’s official mascot really is a unicorn.
Every Saturday morning, RJ rolls over out of bed, and pulls on his pants on his boxers just so he feels decent as he walks out to the balcony of his apartment. His Hot Neighbor always cuts the grass and cleans his pool early on Saturday,before it gets hot, but because he’s behind a fence he thinks no one can see him do it in a jock strap. RJ likes to sit there and touch himself and cup his balls until his cock is rigid and hard, then he takes out of his pants and strokes it until he can’t take it anymore. Hot Neighbor puts on a good show, whether it’s bending over while weeding, and push the mower around with the strong muscles in his back and shoulders, or using those thick python arms to fish leaves out of the pool with a net.
Hot Neighbor is a big guy, and it makes RJ to drip to think of being pounded by him. He begins to pump his cock harder at the idea of Hot Neighbor manhandling his skinny body and having his way with him. RJ groans as the climax builds. One morning a couple weeks ago, Hot Neighbor laid out on a lounge chair, pulled his long cock out of his jock strap, and masturbated. RJ had such an orgasm from watching him that he nearly blacked out, and every since then he’s been hoping for a repeat. It seems today will just be yard work though, which RJ is fine with… Hot Neighbor is all sweaty now and covered in grass clippings.
Today, RJ gets a sight of something almost as good. Hot Neighbor strips out of his jockstrap completely. RJ takes his fingers off his nipples for a moment so he can moan into a closed fist, pumping furiously now, his balls bouncing at the sight of Hot Neighbor in all his nude glory. A long, thick cock swings between his legs and RJ wants it – RJ wants it bad, he wants to run over there and beg for a fucking. He knows he can’t, and it keeps him hungry. Still, he wonders if Hot Neighbor likes cut dick.
After a stretch, Hot Neighbor dives into the pool and swims a couple laps. RJ isn’t watching that though – his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s muttering “fuck – fuck!” as cum shoots out of his cock and splashes over his chest. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groans, as the climax ebbs away. “Fuck yeah, god he’s so fucking hot…”
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Text is fictional. Source hard to find.
Some boys just know what they need in this world.
The young lad licks and tastes the prize he’s sought since he spotted it across the club. The look he’s giving cameraman is very clear: This one is mine. Back off.
I had the privilege and pleasure of instructing one of the hottest and sexiest twinks I’ve ever met recently. When you think of gorgeous young things, you think light colouring and smooth, hairless skin. You think of a hint of strawberry in the taste of their lips and a youthful exuberance. This was all that and more in spades.
I was about to depart on business but found myself with a few moments to spare and had been in contact with this smart, sexy and keen young guy for a while, after he followed this tumblr. A fan in every way it seems. He’d told me how he’d never ever done anything more than a blow job but was keen to try. I felt it only appropriate to oblige.
He arrived confident and oozing sex appeal. So much so that I had to kiss him almost immediately, tasting those beautiful lips and feeling up his body. Just divine. He was hard instantly as was I, which necessitated a change of venue from the entrance hall to my bedroom, although having him on his knees there was very tempting.
Upon entering the bedroom he dropped to his knees knowing exactly what he wanted and what I wanted. My cock had been on edge most of the day so there was probably a hint of sweat and precum on it already, but he buried his face in my pubes, drawing in the masculine scent deeply and tracing my cock with his nose and the outline of his lips.
Soon he took a tentative taste, enjoying the sensation and taking a considerable amount of my very thick cock at the first go. Swirling it around in his mouth and avoiding teeth, he was a natural cocksucker and I made sure to let him know with an appreciative pat to the head and a caress of the cheek.
I got him naked pretty quickly so I could appreciate all his body and tweak his nipples and trace my tongue down to his smooth crotch, and take each of his balls and uncircumcised cock into my mouth, tasting a first drop of precum and having him moaning and on edge oh so quickly. I wanted to run my mouth down to his hole but didn’t get a chance, only massaging his perineum and the edge of his hole with my finger.
He had my lose all my clothes and pushed me face down, showing an assertiveness that was quite unexpected but oh so desired. He preceded to pay homage to my body by massaging my back and just letting his body rest against mine, and soon burying his cock against my crack, and attempting to fuck against the meaty cheeks and imagine what fucking my smooth, soft to the touch but honed by hours of exercise ass might be like.
He whispered slowly “can I fuck you? I’ve never done it before but really want to!” Who was I to refuse such a lovely request. I leaned over to grab some lube and a condom, gently easing it over his throbbing and decent sized cock, knowing he was so excited he probably wouldn’t last that long. But who cares he was gorgeous 🙂
Taking control I positioned him on his back so I could take control of the descent and stop him letting go to soon and so I could eye fuck him as I descended on to his cock and took his v plate. He moaned as soon as he felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and tried to push in but I pinned his arms and legs and let him know this was on my terms and my terms alone. This seemed to excite him even more and I gently eased down, tensing and releasing my hole as I descended so he could feel some of my tricks and skills early on.
I stayed like this teasing and tensing for a few moments, kissing him and watching his eyes go as wide as saucers. Soon though it was time to change positions and he was desperate to cum, so I gave him unfettered access to my ass, lying on my front and presenting it to him. I helped guide him inside and like a pro he just knew what to do, rhythmically pumping in and out. More ass clenching and his prods against my prostate had me leaking into my bed sheets. He was oh so close so I squeezed hard and told him to go for it. As he moaned and literally pulsed so hard I could feel it against the condom in my ass I just let the sensation wash over me and came hard into my sheets. The sheer sensation of my ass clamping against his cock post orgasm was almost enough to set him off again. He was very happy 🙂
He headed off pretty quickly but soon texted still on cloud nine and asking when he could do it again! He’s also promised that next time he thinks it is only fair for him to reciprocate and let me take his remaining virginity hehe 🙂
More to come I hope…
This only has one note. How?? There’s a goldmine of writing on this guy’s Tumblr, check him out.
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.
Sweet and naughty. Just the way a boy should be.
“Oh him? He came out of the birthday cake. We’re auctioning off who gets to lick him clean. Proceeds go to charity.”
It’s bad enough that I have to spend this three day weekend at our family reunion…it’s worse that they put me with my step-cousin who is gorgeous and hung like a horse. I know he’s done guys before, so why is he acting oblivious to my flirting? This has to get his attention. I’m wearing my tightest speedos in his favorite color. I’ve spread my legs wide open for him, showing off my balls that haven’t been drained in two days. What’s he waiting for? Why is he ignoring me? Come on…notice me, stud.