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There was a knock. “Oh he’s early.”
I answered the door.
“Steven?” the young man asks.
“No, I’m not Steven, I’m Jesse. Jesse is… a little tied up right now, but he gave me cash to pay you. We’re sharing the Thai food anyway.”
The delivery man handed over the food. I accepted it with a smile and gave him cash. “Yes, thank you, keep the change, good night.” I shut the door and turned my attention back to my roommate.
“Mpphhhgnnng phhnng!”
“Yes, love, he remembered your Thai iced tea. Now…let’s get back to that bulge of yours, I think it needs some attention.”

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Text is fictional. Source is watermark.

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sexymaledancer:

Artist: Mirko Köckenberger 

Photo by Robert Pater

Here’s something you haven’t seen before. Mirko is a handstand artist. You read that right – his specialty is performing and posing on his hands. Translation: you could break a 2×4 over his abs. He has a Vimeo channel with only one short video, but Youtube provided some more interesting things like this. He hails from Germany, and his website is here.

Not exactly a ballet dancer; more of a circus thing, really, but that photo is too gorgeous not to reblog before I go to bed.

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Quick FYI

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It’s come to my attention that someone reblogged the lacy underwear story, and changed “You can just see the shape and the outline of your cock under the lace.” to “cock cage under the lace”. It was since reblogged twice from there. I dunno what to think about that. I mean, if you’re going to edit my stories, I don’t really mind, just please put a little note on the bottom or something. It’s just cause now there’s two copies going around that look like original. Thanks.

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I sighed and flicked through the images I shot on my camera. Generic after generic shot of a famous actor in his skivvies on a stool. Boring boring boring. He had a good body and the sheen of sweat from the heat of the lights was helping but…

I looked around my studio for a prop or something, and what’s when I saw the bucket. It had used it for a country themed shoot a week ago. I barked out an order for my intern to fill it with water. He did, then came back over to ask me what to do with it. I told him to throw it on Jake. My intern gave me a deer-in-head-lights look, as if to say: You want me to throw a bucket of water on Jake Reynolds? THE Jake Reynolds, from hit shows Dr. What and Chess with Chairs? “Yes” I said, “Do it”. So he did.

Jake whooped when the water hit him and tossed his head like a dog. “Shit that feels good!” he laughed. He stretched his arms up and I shot off another couple dozen frames. Now this is what I wanted – very casual, very intimate. That underwear company is gonna sell tons after this runs in GQ. Of course, I’ll be enjoying it myself too, although it is a little narcissistic to be masturbating to your own photographs.

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Text is fictional. I have a source! This is Corey Higgins; the photographer is Calvin Brockington.

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“I’m hooome.” I close the door behind me and shuck off my shoes. Nothing. “Jude? Is anyone home?” I call out, setting down my briefcase and loosening my tie. The car is in the driveway.
Jude sticks his head down the stairwell and then jogs down to give me a welcome-home kiss. “Oh my god I am so glad to seee you, Jesus Christ. Things are insane around here! We went out for food at this bistro after the dentist appointment at 2, but Dominic got food poisoning and so he’s in bed resting and not doing his homework, but Anna has got the crazies and is making a mess up there with her toys. The dog hasn’t been walked, the cockatiel’s cage needs to be cleaned, someone’s been drawing on the bathroom walls again, and I *still* haven’t made dinner. Dominic says he’s not eating ever again, but Anna wants franks and beans but I forgot buy beans and-”

“Woah woah woah!” I laugh, “Slow down, sloow down. Come here. Deep breath.” I kiss him slowly and pull him into a hug. “Breathe.”
“But Anna-”
“Let her destroy the house. Messes can be picked up. Goo-gone and paint will fix the walls. Dominic is resting. We can order pizza. I’ll take care of the pets.”
“Nnng fine.” He nuzzles my neck and clings to me, rocking with me for several moments until the mania passes. “You smell nice. It makes me horny.”
“You bought me this cologne for Christmas.”
“Oh that’s why I bought it,” he chuckles.“
"Are you ok now?” I inquire.
He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Yeah, I’ll live. I’m fine. Pizza sounds great, actually.”
“…Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Oh remember how I said Dominic got food poisoning? Yeah he barfed all over me. I never got dressed.”
I shake my head. “Man, makes my day sound dreadfully boring by comparison. I thought I’d top your day with my epic tale of a jammed printer and our boss falling asleep during an important meeting.”

The corners of Jude’s mouth turn up. “Oh I definitely want to hear the epic tale of the printer, you know how I get about toner.”
I laugh and kiss him again, then add in a low voice. “Oh baby, the toner was everywhere.”
“Oh baby.” Jude wiggles his eyebrows at me, plucking at my jacket lapels, making me grin.

“DADDYYYYYYYYY!”
I look up in time to see a 7 year old ball of energy shimmying down the stairs at lighting speed. I barely have enough time to kneel down to catch her before I’m nearly knocked on my ass.
“Hey there sweetie! Daddy tells me you’ve been quite busy today.”
“I built a city! and Dominic puked! It was gross! I built a cities for ponies! Come see Papa come see!”

Jude gestures in Anna’s direction. “You see what I mean? It’s like she had three Redbulls and six cups of coffee.”
“She’s seven. That’s her default status.” I pick her up and set her on my hip. “Go shower and get dressed, love. Go order dinner. I’ll take the kids for a walk with the dog, and when I come back we’ll eat ok? I’ll clean the tiel cage later.”
Jude looks relieved to have someone else in control for once. “I will do exactly that.” He steals another kiss from me. “Thank you.”

“Of course, love.” I start up the stairs then glance over my shoulder as he trails behind me, “Oh and Jude, while you’re in the shower, get really really clean.” I wink.
He lights up and bites his lip. “Promise? It’s been a week.”
“Dadddyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Alright, we’re going baby. And yes Jude, I promise. You’re gonna feel it for another week after.”

I’m more than pleased to see him blush.

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Text is fictional. Men are Harry Louis and Hugo Martin from Lucas Entertainment, from the series Trapped in the Game. Source is the Lucas blog.

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Damn…he is gorgeous. That is a man. Who is that? Is that our new neighbor? I don’t remember Ms. Kramer moving out or seeing a sign in her yard. Why is he riding her horses around our lake? Maybe he’s ranch help. He’s riding bareback. That pinto has to be taller than 15 hands but, damn, he’s controlling it with just his legs. Not using the reins at all. Wow, look at the way the sweat gleams on his body when the sun hits him the right way. …What the hell is doing?

Is he unzipping his pants? Oh my god, he is not – …he is! He’s masturbating! On horseback! Shit, he doesn’t know I’m watching does he? Wow… look at the size of his pecker. He’s just playing with it so slowly… god I wish he’d do that to me. Stroke…stroke…stroke…a man like that is probably uncut. I bet he fills out a pair of 501s real nice. Big and huge, and shameless about it too. Gosh, I wish this was a romance novel, he’d come right over and-

Shit, what did I come out here for again? Oh yeah, to get the laundry off the line. Well, ma and pa won’t be home for a bit longer now, I think it wouldn’t hurt to watch a little while longer… besides if I move, he might see me. Gosh, I wish I could be a real man like that. Shit, even if I were even half the man he is, I’d just be a welp in his eyes. I’d be his bitch for sure. I wouldn’t be able to say no, he’d just handle me and throw me down like a helpless little calf. Gosh, I feel oddly warm…

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I went to stay with my Uncle Jim because my parents were fighting so much. Uncle Jim lived with this guy named Antoine. My parents used to say bad things about them, but I didn’t really understand how they could be right. Uncle Jim and Antoine were incredibly nice people, kept to themselves. I could talk to Uncle Jim about anything when my parents were being scary or mom had too much to drink, even at 3 am, curled up in the bathroom with the phone.

When I moved in, I thought I’d be sleeping on the sofa but it seemed Uncle Jim and Antoine moved into the same room together so I could have the guest room. It looks like they did it a while ago. Maybe they anticipated I’d be coming? I settled in. Got back in school.

One night, about three weeks into my staying there, I was about to go to bed when I realized I’d forgotten to do the problems for math class. Too distracted by a history paper. I’d left my math notebook in my backpack by the front door, so I left my room to go get it. From the hallway, I saw something I thought maybe I shouldn’t have seen.

Antoine was on top of Uncle Jim and kissing him. It wasn’t an accident; it was in a very specific way. They were pressed together in their underwear. Uncle was massaging Antoine’s ass with his hands; Antoine was groaning. I bit my lip, trying not to make even a sound by breathing. I slowly, slowly tip-toed back to my room and closed the door with great care. I could do the problems in the morning before class. I sat down on my bed and thought about what I’d just seen, and then it hit me.

When mom and dad used to call Uncle Jim a “fag”, they weren’t calling him a wuss, they were insulting him for being gay. And Uncle Jim and Antoine hadn’t moved into the same room together, they slept in the same bed already because… “they’re a couple.” I said it out loud. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense – the way they acted together, sat next to each other. How could I have not seen it before? It was so obvious. They were in love, so in love. And they welcomed me here, to live with them. I exhaled slowly. I heard a groan even through my door and turned red.

They thought I was asleep. I should act like I am, not say a word. I got into bed and turned out the light but I didn’t sleep for a long time. I was up thinking about how two men could love each other with the same intensity that my parents hated each other. I had never really thought about how I felt about gay men before.. but when I finally fell asleep at 2 in the morning, I still wanted to stay.

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Text is fictional. The men are Nubius and Scorpio – not even kidding – from nextdoorebony.com

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I intended to drop the mail on the counter, but missed it entirely and it all scattered on the floor. “Woah JJ, what are you doing?”
He whimpered; when he spoke his voice was honeyed and sultry, “I want you to fuck me…please. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it any longer. Been thinking of you all day, in those hot suits you wear. I worked myself over with my fingers but I’m so frustrated.”
“Jonas you’re my roommate surely you have a boyfriend…”
“You’ve fucked five different guys this week and I hear them all through the walls, why don’t you want my pussy?”

I exhale slowly. I set my briefcase on the floor next to the mail and loosen my tie. Why have I never noticed how cute his butt is before? I can see his hole twitching from here. He’s been fucked before and needs it again.
“But it’ll change our relationship as roommates. After this you’ll just be one of my conquests…is that want you want?” I ask, cupping his left asscheek in my hand. JJ arches into the touch like a cat, complete with a low purr.
“I’ve been wanting you since day one! You’re the alpha of the apartment…you’ve fucked in every room but mine. Fuck I want to be one of yours…please, I’m begging you, I’m so hard just thinking about it.”
“Just a fuck?” I repeat
“Yes just a fuck please! Nothing more, just your cock please!”
I lingered a moment then unzipped. JJ groaned in anticipation. After I located a condom and lube, I pushed his face into the pillow and gave him the rough fucking he wanted. All that fingering had opened him up and my cock fit snugly into his writhing body. He pulled me in, created this vacuum. I was still in my work clothes because I thought this would be quick, but JJ made it last. Sweat began to form around my temples from pounding him so hard. The orgasm was secondary to him; what he needed was to be taken.

It took a couple of strong, jack-hammer thrusts to trigger his orgasm. JJ’s body went vice tight around me, his wet dick I was stroking gushed fluid all over my hand.The pillows muffled most of his cries. I bent over and bit into his shoulder as I filled the condoms, pushed up balls deep against his body.

After we spent our seed, I listened to JJ pant as if he’d just run a mile. Once my lungs caught up, I slide out and examined the mess while I tied off the condom. “You’re a better fuck than you look.” I set the condom on his ass, then without another word, I pick up my briefcase and went to my room to set it down and have a shower, leaving JJ to bask in the after glow.