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I stop dead in my tracks when I walk into the bedroom; he’s obviously on the edge of heat. I watch him writhe in silence on the bed while I undo my tie. “Hmmm….you…want me to do laundry?”
“No!”
“Give you a spanking?”
“Noooo!”
“You …like the new sheets I bought?”
“ARG! Get over here and fuck me!”
“mm no I’m not sure that’s what you really want.”
“Why are you torturing me?” he whimpers.
I begin to unbutton my shirt. “Because…I think you want more than a fuck. I think you want to be tied to the bed, edged, have your balls smacked, and then slowly slowly fucked until you go crazy. But I just can’t tell.”
He keens out into the pillow. “Fuuuck yeah I want that.”
“Mm still not sure.”
He gives me this murderous look, then stomps to the closet. He returns with the rope, a paddle, lube, a feather, and vibrating dildo and dumps them all on the bed with a huff.
I grin. “Oh noooow I understand. See, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”
He throws a pillow at me. “Get those pants off or I’m taking them off.”
“Tsk tsk…bossy bottom. Do we need to get you a gag too?” I ask.
“Oh you are so infuriating!”
“Yes, but you love me. Now, be a good boy, and finish undressing me.”

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Text is fictional. The gif I think came from peterfever.com.

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Even after spending ten hours in the dance studio to prepare for the upcoming rendition of Cinderella, Joaquim still is eager to run to his favorite gay dance club and shake his ass on the stage. A life of ballet does not allow you to show off your hot bod by shaking your ass in your underwear while barefoot.. It also works like a light to moths though, horny men just drift right over without even knowing why. In the morning, Joaquim rarely leaves his apartment for the rehearsal studio alone. It’s good-bye at the subway station, thanks for the phone number, and see you tonight.. 

(Text is fictional; info on photo is hard to find. Just doing a quick spurt of late night ballet reblogs…going to bed soon.)

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“Come ‘ere. Come..come here.”
He walks over to me but doesn’t kiss me. I put an arm over his shoulder. “What are you doing here in your underwear at 6:30 in the morning?”
“I miss your penis.”
“Have you slept?”
“No.”
“You’re not on the drugs again are you?”
He snorts. “No…I just…can’t sleep, you know. Keep thinking about it. They say when you quit drugs, when you quit smoking, you have to substitute it for something else. I realized, you know, halfway over here…I thought that’s why I wanted your cock, you know, oral fixation? Cause I have this crazy urge to suck you…” he rambles, still not looking at me. I let him think and after a bit he continues.
“I just realized it was the other way around, you know? Cause I wouldn’t let myself have you, so I just propped myself up with the drugs. It’s gone now and those feelings they’re still there. Just CJ I miss you… I miss you naked, the way you feel on top of me, the way you fill up my hand, the taste of you on your fingers. Take me to bed, CJ…please…”

I cup his face in my palm, “Don’t mistake being horny for being in love, Jack.”
“I can’t tell the difference,” he sighs.
I nuzzle him, I can smell the sleep on his skin. “What do you plan to do when you’ve come, and the feeling is over, and you feel sticky and embarrassed and wanting a cigarette hm? Will you just take my cum and leave?”
Jack’s head is still tilted down, like a guilty puppy, but he is looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t make me leave. Everything in my apartment smells like pot and drugs.”
“You really want my penis?”
“…and your balls… I liked to play them in my hand, when you’re half asleep.”

We both look up as my roommate walks in the kitchen and pauses dead in her tracks. She’s wearing a bathrobe, hair all frizzy, a big owlish look on her face. “Um, am I interrupting something?”
“Oh nothing, Sarah…we were just uh, going to bed. Don’t mind us.”
In my ear, I hear Jack heave a huge sigh of relief. “Yeah, sorry…don’t mind us.”

He pulls me off the counter and we escape to my room.

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Aaron knows there are plenty of ways to worship the cock of a man who is of higher standing than he is… his hands, his mouth, his ass, for example, and he is talented in all three. Sometimes though it’s just delightful to take a pause and give it a long look, maybe gently stroking it as it grows harder and harder. Aaron often wonders how such a couple inches of flesh brainwashes him into being such a mindless slut, how it drives him crazy, makes him an addict for the rush of being powerless to another man. Each and every cock is unique, its taste and temperature and scent. No batteries, no screens, no engine, nothing complicated…just nature and evolution, and it is a gift to cherish every single day.

“…What is he doing down there? He’s got this glazed look on his face.”
“Aw, let me him be. I think he’s cute when he gets like this. He’s off in this zone.”
“…Wait, wait I know that look on your face…do you love him?”
“Yeah, yeah, I do. And he knows it.”
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Geraldo has gotten an alpha male’s attention by strutting around in tight fitting white underwear and teasing himself in it to half mast. He’s about to discover though, that there is a different between advertising to and taunting an alpha male. “I was a good boy this weekend and didn’t masturbate, but my balls are so full! I need someone to milk me between my legs,” said in a low, husky voice, is a good way to end up naked in five minutes.  “Sure you’re fucked a lot of boys, but once you’ve had mine, you’ll spend the rest of your life comparing everyone else to me,” is acceptable, if not a little dangerous. “I bet you’re all talk and no action, just because you know how to stick your cock in a boy doesn’t mean you’re any good at it, so prove it,” is a terrible idea. “I’m sure that’s just a sock in there, you gonna pleasure me with a sock?” is red flag territory.

Geraldo is about to learn that lesson now, as he’s about to receive the hardest fuck of his life, and feel that alpha cock probe parts of his pussy he didn’t even know could be reached. One arm will be around his neck, holding him in place as he takes the biggest dick of his life. He’ll love it, but once he realizes the full power an alpha has over his little twink body he’ll not only respect them more, but gain a healthy little bit of fear as well. Geraldo will think twice about poking them with a stick in the future.

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bonermakers:

A squeeze for good luck.

“See you after the game?” Rick grins, lifting and squeezing my bulge before wandering off to join his team. The question is rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t my mouth is too dry to answer. I look around. No one seems to have cared he just groped me – me! Rick Castille just groped me! A guy from my team gave me a thumbs up though.
Oh Rick is so hot, every gay boy, half the bi ones, and some of the straight ones want him. He is all lean muscle and strong legs, angular shoulders and flat stomached, which make his cock look huge pushing out of his shorts.

Underwear flag football is our boarding school’s tradition – there is always lot of cock flashed on the field, sure, which is why I made sure to jack it before hand to prevent any unwanted boners. Rick managed to undo all my hard work though and it takes considerable will to keep it soft. I can still feel his hand cupping and elevating my cock. Sigh.

Oh Rick. I try not to think about blowing him after the game when he’s all dirty and sweaty and his cock is the only clean thing about him. I try not to think about him forcing me up against the cold lockers and fucking me raw. I try not to think about him coming up behind me in the shower and jacking me off. I want him to be my first. I want Rick to pop my cherry. Every gay boy has his boarding school fantasy but… he groped me. Now my brain actually thinks I have a chance.

Oh, it appears we’re on opposite teams. I hope he tackles me… I hope he tackles me and humps in the middle of the field and clai–

FOCUS. Focus. Ok. Game is starting. I am gonna impress the hell out of him, make him horny and come hunting for my body after the game. We’ll celebrate naked, aroused and –

“VICTOR let’s GO!”

I jump six feet into the air. “SORRY! Sorry! I’m comin’! I uh, thought I saw a falcon. Just a crow. Yep. That’s all. I’m coming. Let’s win this!”