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“Mmmnng. Mnnng.” Kevin grumps, waking up. He rumples his hair. “What happened?” Kevin wracks his brain. He remembers a handsome face at the bar, a beautiful lithe body, and a plump cock that he played with for hours and that ass… he sniffs the air. Cum. Lube. Sex. “Nng…”

Suddenly, the bathroom door opens and from the darkness steps the boy from his dreams. He stares at the lad from under a mop of ruffled hair.
“Oh hey there cowboy, you’re up?”
“What time is it?” Kevin slurs.
“About 2 in the afternoon. Hard to tell. There’s no windows in here.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Lucien. You picked me up from the bar last night cause I needed a ride. Also, I needed a ride home. You gave me both those things.”

Lucien saunters forward. Kevin watches his hips roll; he was wearing clingy underwear in sky blue. Lucien ruffles his hair and Kevin’s hands gravitate toward his hips. “I remember the sex. The sex was very good,” Kevin says.
“It usually is with me,” Lucian replies with a smirk. “Lucky you, I usually charge a lot for access to my ass-”
Kevin jerks his head up. “You’re a prostitute?” He immediately regrets the tone he used when saying that.
Lucien tilts his jaw down and purses his lips in thought. “I rather like the term "boywhore”. It makes me feel fancy.“ He could only keep a straight face for a moment, then he giggles childishly into his wrist. "Yes, I take men on the side, but not tonight. I was just plain-ol horny and you looked fun. Plus, you got me halfway back to Cordova.”
Kevin wonders if this brown haired boy is some sort of demon or something because just listening to him talk was mesmerizing, and his cock was beginning to stir again. “Well uh…I drank a lot last night, and to be honest, I probably shouldn’t have been driving, but we actually overshot Cordova by like 10 minutes. We’re in my friend’s crashpad in Spring Creek.”

Lucien grins. “See? Being a slut gets you far!”
Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll take you back, don’t worry. I gotta head back up that way to get to the highway anyway.” He works his fingers into the elastic of Lucien’s underwear. “No real rush though…don’t have work until Monday.”
“What do you do?” Lucien asks, still combing his fingers through Kevin’s tangled hair.
“I work at the Dr Pepper bottling plant. Was in West Virginia helping my aunt move.”
“That’s nice of you,” Lucien notes. “You know you can pull those down if you like.”
“Mmmn I think I will,” Kevin says, cupping Lucien and pushing his cock around with the fabric between them. “In a moment.” Lucien breaths slowly and softly as Kevin plays with him. He can hear crickets or cicadas outside, some loud little insect things.
“What’s it like being a prostitute?” Kevin inquires.

“Hmm…” Lucien exhales. “I get laid for a living. I couldn’t ask for anything more. The money’s great, I meet interesting people and hear about their life stories. You wouldn’t believe how different a penis can look. And god, some people have ugly testicles.”
Kevin laughs in earnest. “Now I wonder what you think about mine…”
“I can’t remember – I drank so much. Let me see?”
Kevin pulls his underwear aside so they fall out.
“Decent enough. Good shape.”
“I like yours more,” Kevin replies, putting his away and turning his attention back to Lucien’s body. He tugs down the elastic hem and enjoys the sight of the young man’s genitalia. “You are gorgeous.”
Lucien smiles. “They all say that too.”

“Do you get tired of being fawned on?” Kevin asks, wrapping his hand around Lucien’s cock.
“Oh yes, for sure. But I think if the praise stopped and the customers stopped, I would get horribly depressed. I need the attention.” Lucien adds a Southern-belle tone to his voice. “Without it, then I’m just a sad lonely homo from Cordova.”
Kevin chuffs. “God you’re funny. That turns me on so bad.”

Lucien pushes Kevin down back onto the bed and straddles his thighs. He arches his back and rubs the underside of his hard shaft against Kevin’s clothed bulge. Kevin groans and squeezes his fingers into Lucien’s hips again. “Oh I like that…” he breaths.

Lucien moves again and again until dark spots of moisture began to appear on the fabric from the cock trapped inside. “Hey Kevin.”
“Mmhh.”
“Tell me I’m ugly, I want to see if I can stay hard.”
Kevin blinks at him. “What?”
“Tell me I’m ugly.” Lucien is grinning like a fool. “Tell me what an ugly, dirty boy, I am.” He punctuates this by leaning over Kevin and grinding his pelvis against the man’s own.
A moan escapes Kevin’s lips. He steals a kiss from Lucien and tries to think through the fog of arousal.

“We- well,” he began, trying to think of how to respond to this as he gazed up at Lucien’s sweet face. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can. Make stuff up if you have to.”
“You’re um. Your eyes are a bit far apart. You have a cowlick on your eyebrow. One of your ears is a bit… larger than the other?”
Lucien’s eyes were sparkling. “More!” he insists, never breaking stride.
“I – I don’t know! You’re too skinny! You need to eat a sandwich. A – a meat sandwich. With like, really fatty bacon in it! I bet you only appreciate really gross condiments like Miracle Whip. White boys love Miracle Whip.”
Lucien loses it and dissolves into giggles. ‘What the hell Kevin?“
Kevin was starting to get a hang of this. "You sound like a goose when you laugh. Your cock leans slightly to the left. Your eyes are the color of … of…pond water! You’re far too sexy for your own good and your ass is like a bowl of jello. Not like, the good red Jello either – the weird green shit that tastes like Windex.”
Lucien had to stop because he was laughing too hard. “Ok ok stop! I can’t. I give up, I can’t do this. Wait – how do you know what Windex tastes like?” It took him a minute to catch his breath. His diaphragm hurt. “Oh god, look I’m getting soft.”
Kevin’s cheeks ache from smiling. “I wounded its pride. Sorry buddy, there’s nothing wrong about leaning to the left.” He gives Lucien’s cock a sympathy pat.
Something about that set Lucien off again and he rolls off of Kevin, clutching his sides. “Oh god Kevin! Stop! I can’t!”

Kevin sits up and moves on top of Lucien and tickles him until they were both screaming and wrestling like little children. Neither heard the footsteps until the door opens. Light floods the room, making them both squint.
“Hey, keep it down in here! I told you Kevin, you could use this room if you kept quiet. I got the game on.”
“S- sorry,” Kevin stammers.
John shuts the door with a humph and stormed off.

Lucien looks at Kevin, bewildered. “When you said this was your buddy’s crash pad, I didn’t actually think he was home.”
Kevin shrugs. “Me neither.”
There was a pause, and they began to snicker again. Lucien took a big breath. “God, my sides hurt. Will you fuck me now so I can go home?”
“Oh you bet,” Kevin smirks, shucking off his underwear. He pins Lucien to the bed, rolls a condom on, and parts Lucien’s legs. Lucien is warm and smells like clean air after a good rain; Kevin nibbles his shoulder and ear as he enjoys the grip of the the boy’s body. He is dripping with sweat by the time he is done thrusting in and out of Lucien’s tight little ass. The lad really makes him work for the orgasm. Kevin ejaculates in a gush, breaks their kiss, and collapses on top of him. “You know, it’s gonna be hard going back to work knowing what a weekend I had.”
“Oh pshaw,” Lucien says once he catches his breath. “You’re gonna tell everyone you fucked some Southern darling to hide your sexuality and when they ask how pretty she was, you’ll say -” Lucien changes his voice to a Texan accented one now – “well, hell if I know, boys, she was so ugly I fucked her backwards with the lights off. Name was Paperbag Betty.”
Kevin laughs until he wheezes. “Shit, Lucien. Paperbag Betty. Christ, I’m gonna have to remember that. Alright Betty, get up. We both need showers and a good hot meal. Then I will regretfully leave you in Cordova and we shall part.”
“Send me some freshly bottled Dr Pepper would ya?”
“I …think I can arrange that,” Kevin says. “Or you could come try it yourself.”
“They pay you that much?” Lucien teases.
“Oh is how that is?”
“Yes, that’s how it is. I hope you understand.”
“I do, and I consider myself a lucky man you fancied me at that bar.”
Lucien pauses. “…God, what bar was that again?”
“…Christ, I can’t remember!”

The laughter begins yet again, and they were both in the shower together by the time John came to bang on the door.

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Text is fictional. I really wish I had another word for “laughter”, sheesh. Lucien is one of my reoccurring characters. Source of this photo unknown.

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he gets so horny knowing his big bro is sleeping above him

Zeke sighed and turned over his pillow, trying to get comfortable. It’s difficult to fall asleep with your foster brother masturbating underneath you. Only two more weeks until you move out for college, he reminded himself. Poor Norman. His foster brother had such a crush on him. Norman was so shy around Zeke, always plucking at his pants and then awkwardly making excuses to leave.

Late at night when he thought Zeke was asleep, Norman would lie awake and masturbate furiously – the only time he could get some alone time in their packed foster family’s house. He imagined that Zeke wasn’t sleeping above him, but on him, stroking his aching cock and telling him how huge it was, how sexy he looked. He imagined Zeke’s hips meeting his, about how their slick organs would rub together until they both spurted hard. After he came into a tissue, Norman would pet himself and ponder if he preferred to be a top or a bottom, what it would feel like to take a cock, or put one in another guy. Mostly, he thought about these scenarios with Zeke in them.

Norman didn’t know this, but Zeke had an inkling of what went on in that boy’s fertile imagination. He sighed again. The boy had an incredible refractory period and wasn’t stopping. He was going to be late for work tomorrow from oversleeping at this rate. Zeke thought, and decided to give Norman a little going away present.

Norman froze mid-stroke as he saw Zeke’s arm drop over the side of the bed. He barely dared to breathe, thinking he’d been caught. Being caught was a nightmare scenario. He squinted in the dark and realized that Zeke was holding something in his hands. It couldn’t be…?

Norman reached out and took it. Once his fingers touched the warm cotton, he knew exactly what it was. Emotions swirled – apparently he hadn’t been so secretive as he thought but this… Norman’s balls began to swell full of fresh seed.

Zeke muttered from above him: “I know. Say anything about this, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Just hurry up and finish, I got work in the morning.”

Norman blushed crimson. Shit. Well, it was a gift from god and he wasn’t going to question it horned out of his mind. He pushed the warm crotch to his face and sniffed. His cock nearly burst, full of fresh blood. He began a third round of masturbation, suppressing his gasps and moans into the fabric. The bed was shaking, jerking, and Zeke was honestly trying not to laugh. It was kind of hilarious.

He heard Norman grunting and gasping along with the sounds of flesh smacking and his body disturbing the sheets – and Zeke coulda sworn he heard the splash of cum on his torso. Then, it stopped. Norman exhaled a loud sigh of contentment, plus a single “goddamn”, and after the rustling of tissues fell away, it was quiet. Pure quiet.

Zeke smirked in the dark, pleased with himself, then rolled over to fall asleep. The next two weeks were going to be awkward but it was going to be worth it just for a good night’s rest.

He never did get his underwear back.

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Text is fictional. I think the source is here.

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“Leave us.”
Porter watches his henchmen go, before turning his attention to his new toy. His men had washed and shaved him, before putting him back in his underwear for display.
“You are quite a catch. Healthy. Strong. Will be useful at the docks. Now i’m gonna tell you this once and only once. You’re life could have ended yesterday at the end of my gun. You fucked up real good, but I know you were stealin’ to take care of your mama. I’ve given you mercy, so now your life is mine. You are my indentured man now. I expect you to be obedient and not too uppity. You will work when I say so, keep my bed warm at night, and your mom will get a nice deposit from now on. But the more you act up, the more you disobey the less she gets. So you be a good boy now, and we won’t have any problems.”
“N-n-no Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“That’s what I thought. You got a right head on you. You’ll learn fast. Now you will kneel in respect when I walk into a room. Back straight now. Knees together. Hands behind your back. Excellent. Remember that, I will test you. Now Roberts will show you to your quarters and get you fitted for a chastity device.”
“A – a what?”
“A chastity device, boy. You are going to have to earn every single privilege starting from zero. Down to the fork you eat with, and the cock you masturbate with.”
He stares at Porter with huge eyes.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one in my squad with one on. Surely you can make some friends.” Porter grinned.

The boy worked his jaw, then stared at the carpet. He tried not to think about what was ahead but…it was better than jail. Or a coffin. And his mom got her medication and apartment paid for. He had no future anyway – a high school drop out, a delinquent who stole for cash. His only other job had been a drug runner. Porter was offering him a future, in a twisted sort of way. It was his only choice.

“Yes…. yes Sir. I don’t like the idea of the chastity cage Sir but…is it going to hurt?”
“No boy. You might feel some tightness. Any ache, you tell me, and I’ll fix it.”
“…Thank you Porter.”
“Sir.”
“Sir.”

“Good boy. Roberts! Come on here, get him fitted and take him to his quarters please until dinner.”
Roberts came back into the room. “Aye aye Captain. Alright, boy, come with me. And don’t you give me no shit, cause I’m not nearly as patient as ol’ Porter here. Man you’re a cute little thing.” He grinned. “You’re gonna fit in juuuust fine.”

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Text is fictional. This looks like Bound Gods to me…

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“Hey – you should blink, or your eyes are gonna fall out of your head.”
At first, I don’t even realize it’s coming from his mouth. I can’t see it moving, tucked demurely behind his shoulder. I look up at bright blue eyes watching me back.
“Uh,” I cough. I blink a couple times and try to be less obvious that I’m just gawking. “Um… who are you?”
I can see his face muscles pull into a smile. “You don’t remember? My friend abandoned me at a bar for a hot piece of ass, I was a bit drunk, you were drunker, and suggested I crash here.”
“I see.”
“Your sofa is awfully comfy, mister, it was mighty kind of you.”
My eyes drift lower and rest on his ass bursting out of that tiny pair of underwear. I furrow my brain. What a minute… “Where did you get those briefs?”
“Oh they were on the table. It was so warm in here with the sun coming through that I took off my clothes, I can’t sleep nude because anything rubbing against my dick makes me soo horny.”
I swallow, hard. I wanted to see him horny. “Those…those pairs on the table were samples VulnerableMale sent me, all in their smallest size…”
“Yeah I barely fit,” he chuckles, “My big ol’ balls are just busting out.” He moves onto his stomach more so he can lift his ass and show me. I bite my lower lip and suppress a noise of desire.

I cough and clear my throat. “Are you not bothered by the fact you’re sleeping on the sofabed of a complete stranger?”
“You’re not a stranger,” he replies, stretching. “You told me alll about you on the cab ride over here. You told me about how much you love boys, about your really annoying boss, this cute little Italian place near where you live with the hot waiters, about Jake-:
"I told you about Jake?” I wince, wishing the Aleve I took from my headache would hurry up and work since it was getting worse.
Those big blue eyes blinked owlishly at me. “Yeah, you did. Sucks it didn’t work out, but I think you’re ready to move on.”
“You…do?”
“Oh yeah, I really think you just need to pick up a hot guy at the bar, get him to show his ass to you…and soon you’re gonna forget all about Jake once you remember that one night stands and hot meaningless sex are the best things ever.”
I nod, hypnotized by his honey sweet voice. “Yeah I used to fuck all sorts of random guys before Jake…nights of just hot fun. But – it’s not night anymore.”
He chuckles, “Well, let’s invent the one morning stand hm? You got a big chub in those pajamas. God, just get over here big stud and fuck me!”
I nearly drool. I can’t wait to get my hands on that tight underwear and cup him. Drunk me has excellent taste. “Let me get a condom, then I’m going to bang you like a screen door in a hurricane.”
“You fucking better. Been waiting since last night for it! I want to feel every bump on that train back to Leeds!”

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Text is fictional. Brand of underwear is Cover Male; this is one of their ads shot by Patrick Mark. This is the Waisted Up Bikini in turquoise.

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“Hey puppy, what you got there? Oh you got your ropetoy huh? You really like that thing don’t you?”
He got a ‘woof’ in response; the pup was holding the toy in the front of his teeth and it tumbled out when he made his excited nose. His Master sat down on the sofa and told the pup, “Bring it here, boy, come on!”
The pup bent his head to pick up the toy with his teeth again, but something went wrong. He whimpered sharply and dropped it. His Master furrowed his head, watching as his pup tried to capture it with his teeth again, but the same thing happened.

His Master got up and came over. “What’s a matter boy?” His pup looked up at him with big, soulful eyes. The Master picked up the rope and inspected it for anything sharp, but found nothing. “Uh oh. Don’t tell me.. Sit. Stay. Don’t bite now.” The man grasped his pup’s jaw in one strong hand, then slid his fingers across the pup’s gumline. When his digits slid to the back of this pup’s bottom rows of teeth, the pup howled in pain and nearly bit his Master while attempting to dislodge him. The Master cried out in surprise and pulled back his hand. The pup skittered away, then put his head down and whined.

“Oh puppy,” his Master cooed, “Your wisdom teeth are coming in aren’t they? Your jaw must be so sore. Let me get you something cool to chew on while I call the dentist.” When he came back into the room with a small plate, his pup was pushing the ropetoy with his nose and making sad dog noises at it. It broke his Master’s heart to see his boy so uncomfortable.“Aww my poor baby. There there, you’ll be able to play with your toys soon. Here, I brought you some frozen fruit pieces. Suck on these ok?” He set down the plate for his pup, gave him a sympathetic pat, and went to call the dentist.

In total, four wisdom teeth had to come out. The Master had never seem a pup so unhappy in his life, and did his best to spoil his pup with hand-feedings, warm baths, and plenty of cuddles to get him through the pain and swelling that followed.The dentist was pleased with the boy’s fast progress and lack of infection, and soon gave the all clear. The ropetoy returned to itself rightful place – in its pup’s jaws – and that tail back there just wagged and wagged.

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Text is fictional. This pup is so boyish and adorable! Would spoil by slipping food under the table 10/10. Pup is:

pupturbo:

PupTurbo, the Deceptipup!

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“Hi Alfonso, I brought over the new case report from the office to read and some other papers since you called out sick today.”
“Oh thanks, Clark, I really appreciate it. How nice of you to come all this way for me.”
“It wasn’t a problem,” he smiles. “So tell me, are you really sick? You look healthy as an ox to me.”
“Oh you got me, Clark, but I only called in sick because I can’t call in horny. My dick won’t go down, you see. And…it was so very kind of you to bring over that report,” Alfonso says, fingers tracing the curvature Clark’s bicep.
“Alfonso, no. We can’t keep carrying on like this. Someone from the department is going to find out and catch us.”
“They’re not here now. They think I’m sick, and maybe I am, cause you have no idea how badly I need to be fucked right now. God, I love how big your arms are…turns me on like crazy. You’re the hottest cop in the distract Clark, just looking at you in civilian dress makes my dick hard.”
“Alfonso,” he groans, “If you don’t cut that out I’m going to get the handcuffs from the car and cuff you to the bed.”
“Oh I’d like that, Clark,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against Clark’s jaw. “Cuff me. Spank me. Interrogate me. Fuck my hole, hold my arms back and dominate me until I’m loose and wet and ruined.”
“Christ, Alfonso,” Clark said, his voice gruff. He ran his fingers over the other man’s bare torso. “You know rough sex is my weakness.”
“Don’t let anyone you interrogate find out.” Alfonso chuckles, nibbling Clark’s ear.
Clark cups him between the legs and squeezes, making the other man squeak. “I think you do need to be cuffed to the bed after all. It’s my job as your senior to put uppity cops back into place – arms bound, and ass to me.”
Alfonso wants it so badly he can only whimper.

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Text is fictional. Pretty sure this is from a porno.

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“No…sit. Sit. Stay. Stay still. No wiggling. Good boy. Eyes up on me. Eyes. Up. Oh good boy. You look so cute today, puppy. You can lick my crotch after I’m done with my coffee. Not before. You’ve done cursed yourself – you made me such a damn good cup of coffee, I wanna enjoy it nice and slow. Ah-! No wiggling. That’s it.” sip “Man, you are adorable. I love having a houseboy and pup in one. mm what do you call that? A housepup?”
Bark!
“That’s what I thought. You’re such a good housepup, Cortado.” sip “ Hey, how on earth are you staying so still but your tail is wagging?”

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Text is fictional. Model is Todd Sanfield of underwear company www.toddsanfield.com. ‘Cortado’ is a coffee term.

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gayboykink:

Imagine waking up on a lazy Sunday morning, and this is what you see when you open your eyes. Your boyfriend, full of sexual energy, shaking his bubble butt in your face while his hands and tongue are teasing your morning wood. He’s one uncontrollably horny mess, on top of you, desperately begging for attention without saying a word. Apparently the few days of denial and cock teasing starts having it’s effect… and the day has only just begun!

gayboykink writing captions is fine by me.

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“You see, we’re doing you a favor. We could have easily turned you over to the cops for raiding our drug cache. I know you intended to sell all of it to pay off that loan shark, but you were stupid and got caught. Shame. Well. we spoke to your debt collector and settled it for you, but now you owe us – both the debt and for stealing. You have no value, no goods to barter, just your very sweet handsome body. We are going to enjoy having you here to serve us now. We’re very busy men with a local, lucrative business, and you will treat us with respect. Correct?”
“Y…yes.”
“Yes what, boy?” he slapped the boy’s bare pectoral.
“Yes Sir!”
“Good boy. A quick learner, I like that. Rocco, remove his underwear. He won’t be needing them for a while.”

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Text is fictional. Source is:

PETO COAST,BEN TAYLOR + JUAN_CAZZOCLUB