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Jonas paused mid swipe of the razor and glanced over at his beloved boy who had been sitting quite contently on the floor, staring up at him from behind his leather pup mask.
“You enjoying watching huh boy?”
Rocky nodded.
“You aren’t getting my cock, I have to go to work.”
Rocky gave such a loud whine that it made Jonas chuff out a laugh. “You don’t always get it just because it’s out. It’s not a toy that belongs to you.”
Rocky made a grumpy noise.
“You can look at me all you want though.”
“Bark!”
“Not like I could stop you anyway.” Jonas finished shaving and washed his face off in the sink. He put on moisturizer and checked his skin. “Good.” Jonas reached for his clothes he’d put on the closed toilet seat earlier. He sifted through them.
“Rocky?”
“Aroo?”
“Where are my underwear?”
Rocky pretended to look around and shrugged.
“Rocky.”
He glanced at the floor and began to giggle; collapsing under the guilt immediately.
“Rocky, bring me my underwear. Now.”

Rocky was absolutely helpless against ‘the tone’. He padded off into the bedroom. After rustling through the dresser, he shuffled back in with a black pair in his mouth.
“Give.”
Rocky dropped them in Jonas’s hand.
“Wait.” Jonas held up a lace thong. “Rocky. These are your underwear.”
Rocky began to giggle again.
“I said bring me my underwear.”
Rocky refused to move.
“You are being a difficult pup today.”
More giggling.
Jonas handed them to Rocky. “Bring me my underwear, boy.”
Rocky took them in his mouth and dropped them at his feet.
Jonas thought about this. “Ok fine.” He put them on, but they were about two sizes too small and barely held anything. His balls about burst out like ripe plums; the root of his shaft was an inch exposed.
“Woof,” Rocky said in a breathless gasp. His eyes fixated, he began to squirm and whimper.
“Nope, I told you, you’re not getting my cock.” Jonas began to pull on his khaki slacks, to Rocky’s astonishment. “You’re just going to have to think about me in this tiny lace thong all day. Which should be fun, since you’re not going to be wearing underwear yourself.”
“Aroo???”
“That should be messy, I mean, considering how far you are into chastity, you should be leaking all down your leg. I look forward to hearing about how wet and sticky you are when you get home from class.”
Rocky made a loud groan. He rushed back into the bedroom, brought Jonas a pair of boxer briefs, and dropped them on the floor of the bathroom.
“Nope. Too late.” Jonas put his shirt on. He pushed the briefs back at Rocky with his foot. “Put those away please. And you need to be dressed for breakfast. Are your Levi’s clean? I like how tight those are on you.”
Rocky threw his head back and groaned loudly at being defeated.

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hotwebdudes:

That cheeky fucker. He is loving getting away with his double life. He just went to church with his Mormon family and they’re about to sit down for a meal together. But he’s snuck off to take slutty selfies in the bathroom and send them to me, the 45 year old man who has been banging that tight ass three days a week for the last month. I glance at the photo again. Is he wearing the pink underwear I bought for him? Oh he is. What a tease!

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Arnold was checking his tan lines when a shadow fell over him. He puts his arm down.
“Can I help you?”
The boy bit his lip. “I noticed you have an erection.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.”
“Well, I do. I was wondering if I could suck you and relieve it for you.”
Arnold leans back and considers the young man’s offer. “Are you expecting money for this?”
The young man scoffs. “Is my technique worth money? Yes. It’s worth of lot of money, but my priority here isn’t income. It’s cock. And my desperation to run my tongue up your balls.” 
“You are forward aren’t you.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.” The boy says and grins.
That wins Arnold over and the corner of his mouth lifts. “You can start on my balls first, and if you do well, I’ll feed you my cock and my load.”
The boy breaks into a smile and does a little clap. “Yyyeesss. Thank you Sir.”
“Sir, huh. And you’re polite too. What’s your name, boy?”
“Sebastian.”
“Sebastian, nice to meet you. I’m Arnold.”
“Oh, Arnold, the pleasure is going to be all mine.”

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shirtlessboys:

Nú número 1 (by Laerte Késsimos)

THIS IS A SEQUEL. PREQUEL IS HERE.

I consider my nude torso in the mirror as I scratch my beard and yawn. “Man, I needed that.”
“What, the sex or the trip to the bathroom?” Lucien teases.
“The sex, you silly boy. I’ve mastered the art of jerking off while driving my semi, but it doesn’t come close to the satisfaction of being in bed with you.”
“You can jerk off while driving a semi?”
I grin. “I can even pee in a bottle while driving.”
“Oh my god, I’m never getting on the highway again.”
I chuckle. “Funny enough, part of the reason I cut corners like that is to hurry up and make the drives go faster, so I have extra time to stop and see you.”
Lucien’s face hardens. “Don’t you dare go riskin lives for a piece of ass, you hear me?”
My face flushes at being scolded. I hide how charmed I am to hear his Southern accent come out a bit more when he was getting serious with me. I told up my hands in surrender. “I won’t do anything dumb, I promise. I can’t enjoy coming to Cordova if I’m dead.”
Lucien flicks his lighter. “Honestly, I’d sleep with a ghost.”
“Could they pay you?”
Lucien thinks. “I have no idea how that would work, but I’d do it once just to see what it’s like.”
“You would put them in your phone as Ghost, I’m guessing?”
“Oh I already have a Ghost.”
I sit on the edge of the bed. “What, really?”
“Yeah. He’s an albino.”
“You’re shitting me.”
Lucien can’t keep a straight face and dissolves into giggles. “I am.”
I throw a sock at him.
"Hey!”
“Hay is for horses,” I reply.
“There is a Ghost in my phone for real though. He booked me like three times and never showed up. Got banned for that.”
“Wow.”

Lucien looks at me. “So…you said you would cook me dinner last time, and so I’m dying to know what’s in that cooler you brought in with you.”
“You said you had a grill out back right?”
“Yep.”
“Fantastic. Gonna make you a nice bison steak with roasted peppers and potatoes.”
“Bison? Sounds amazing,” Lucien groans. “Better than hotdogs.”
“You get enough hot dogs in your bun.”
Lucien throws the sock back at me.
I chuff air through my nose. “By the way, I also got you a present.”
“You did? You didn’t have to.”
”Oh don’t pretend like you don’t like presents. I noticed you got some new magnets on your fridge. Like that Niagara Falls one, and I take it you haven’t been there lately.”
“Ok, busted I love presents.” Lucien glances in the direction of the fridge. “A guy named Yellow Truck sent me that. Hell of a drive from here.”
”And a lot colder.” I stand up and pull on my jeans. I walk out of the small bedroom to the living room/kitchen where my duffel is by the back door. I glance over my shoulder; Lucien face up, but propped up on his elbows watching me. The sun is splayed across his chest, nearly making him glow. I bring the duffel back into the room and set it on the bed.
“There’s something bulky in there,” Lucien comments.
“It takes up most of the bag actually,” I admit. I unzip the duffel and take out a box wrapped haphazardly in newspaper with tape stuck to it in random places.

“Aw, is it Christmas, Turbo?” Lucien sits up and folds his legs. He’s still naked as when I pulled out of him, and he hasn’t even considered a piece of clothing once. His casual acceptance of nudity is just another thing he does as easy as breathing. There’s no mistaking that Lucien didn’t get “stuck” as a male prostitute…he was born for it. And I’m lucky to be in his universe.
I hand him the box. “Maybe. It’s an early Christmas present. Well, maybe, a late present. A very late present.”
Lucien raises a brow and turns the box in his hands. “Oh, it’s noisy. Is this a puzzle? It’s a really big box if it’s a puzzle.”
“Open it.”
Lucien hooks his fingers under the paper and pulls. After one tear, he stops and stares at the packaging revealed underneath. “Turbo! Did you get me Lucky Charms?”
“Open it!”
He destroys the rest of the newspaper and whoops with laughter. “This is the biggest goddamn box of Lucky Charms I’ve ever seen! It’s like two boxes glued together, where did you find this?”
“Costco.” I puff out my chest proudly. “Should make up for the box your mouse got into when you were a kid.”
Lucien smiles and hugs the box. “It does. I will keep it in the fridge to prevent it from happening again.” He opens the box with enthusiasm and stuffs a handful of cereal in his face. A groan follows. “Why ish thish so good?”
“Sugar, probably. Don’t ruin your appetite for dinner now.”
He eats another handful. “Fuck, thish ish so good. Fank you.” Crumbs land on his lap.
I chuckle. “You’re welcome. I’m going to take a quick shower and start on dinner ok?”
“Sounds good to me. I’m going to change the sheets and go have a cigarette.”

"Lucien, how often do you get harassed by your clients about smoking?”
“Oh all the time,” he admits. “I’m down to three cigs a day from half a pack, so … progress.”
“Well that is good, when did you start smoking?”
“Began stealing my mom’s cigs when I was 12.”
I shake my head.
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of dads supervising me and punishing me for my errant ways.”
That makes me perk up. “You have clients that spank you?”
Lucien grins. “Only when I’m a misbehaving school boy that keeps coming home late for farm work and needs to be spanked for his laziness.”
I swallow. God, what a visual! “Ok, I need to get more creative.”
Lucien eats a marshmallow from the box. “Whatever makes you happy. You’re paying for it. Sex is great as it is though. I’m not in a hurry to change anything.”
“Great? I’m great?”
Lucien points to the white stains on the bed. “Not everyone makes me cum you know.”
I consider this and wish my balls would refill faster. “I am making you a hell of a fucking steak dinner after this shower.” I grab my kit out of my dufffel and head to the bathroom.
“Leave the door open so I can watch you,” Lucien says with a coy smile. I look back at him. He looks almost imp like, sitting cross legged, dwarfed by a giant cereal box.
I give him a helpless look and exhale. I’m half erect although there’s nothing in the reservoir tanks. Lucien notices and I can tell by the gleam in his eyes, that even though I’m his client – I hired him! – he’s not done with me yet tonight.

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Every day is laundry day

“Goddammit, why is it beeping at me? How on Earth does my houseboy know how to use this machine? He went home to visit his family two days ago, how am I gonna survive three weeks without him?” Lin poked the dryer for a bit longer, than gave up and went to text his houseboy. The houseboy demanded a photo of Lin’s abs for payment for working off the clock.
“Why not a photo of my cock?” Lin asked.
“Cause that’s something I enjoy most when I simply feel it more than look at it.” His houseboy responded.
Lin gave an aggravated sigh. Why was he gone a month?? He was actually going to have find other people to fuck. On his own. The audacity. Ugh, maybe he could con someone into doing his laundry for sex… Lin blinked. “Oh my god I’m so spoiled and pitiful.”

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“You’re concerned someone’s gonna see us?” Brandon walks over the window. “Baby no one is gonna see us. Look, it opens up to the back of the hotel. No one is even parked here, it’s the middle of the day. Look at this gorgeous sunlight spilling into here.”
“But someone could walk by…”
Brandon glances outside the window again. “There’s no one there, baby. But honestly?” Brandon pulls on the cord and the blinds go up. “I hope they do. I want everyone to see me breeding you. You know why, Nate? Cause you are fucking beautiful when you’re lost in it. That’s when I know whether or not I’m hitting it right, just by your face. Anyone walks by us and see us? Good. Shit, they gonna be jealous.” Brandon throws his towel on the chair and stands there naked. “Guarantee they ain’t be fucked as good as you get it on a bad day. Maybe seeing you will be a relevation to them.”
Nate tries to stammer out a response to that but it won’t come. He’s hard as piece of rebar.
Brandon strolls over to the bed with purpose. “I suggest you put your head down and your ass up; cause the sooner you do, the sooner you won’t be thinking about this damn window at all.”

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“God, he does have insane abs. Come ooonnn Matt, let me steal your new friend. Pleaaaaaaaaaaase? You’re going to bed anyway.”
“Does your brother always do this?” Adam asks.
Matt sighs. “It’s become a habit. This is what happens when you’re the youngest child – you get lazy and spoiled.”
Zach flips Matt off. “Work smarter, not harder. You’re friends with the hottest guys anyway, why should I waste my time at a bar?”
“Not every guy I bring home wants to sleep with another dude,” Matt retorts.
“Yeah but every guy you bring home probably likes blowjobs and wants to be told they’re a hot stud.”
“I do like blowjobs,” Adam admits. “And I could be told I’m an Adonis.”
Matt rolls his eyes and exhales with attitude. “Fine. Adam, if you want to debase yourself by sleeping with this 22 -year-old jizz factory, go ahead.”
“Jizz factory??” Zach screeches.
Adam cracks up with laughter.
“Well I’ve never been so offended.”
“Cause it’s true. It’s definitely true. 
“You were 22 once. Not that long ago, if I recall correctly. How convenient of you to forgot how horny you were then.” Zach puts his hands on his hips.
“I was a sophisticated and discreet horny 22 year old. I didn’t hump, ogle, or leer or any woman that-”
“Sophisticated?” Adam interrupts, still unable to free himself of the giggles. “Who is sophisticated at 22?”
“YEAH.” Zach adds.

Matt folds his arms. “I was mature. Unlike the 12 year old boy I’m arguing with in a 22-year-old’s body. So you’re not denying you hump, ogle, and leer at any male human who walks down the street?”
“Oh pft, no, I definitely do that. Male humans are my favorite kind to look at.”
“Right before you hump their legs?”
Zach blinks. “I’ve never actually done that. Wonder if that’d be hot…”
“Oh dear god, I don’t want to think about it. I’m going to bed. You two play nice and don’t give the pillows any emotional trauma ok?”
“Don’t worry, Matt, if Zach gets out of control I’ll hit him with a newspaper.” 
Matt pats Adam on the back. “I knew I could trust in you to have some sense”
“Hey! So. Rude. Go to bed already, Matt, I need to look at Adam’s dick. He looks hung as heeeeell and it’s distracting.”
Adam holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry I’m weak to compliments.” 
Matt rubs the bridge of his nose. He is worried about what visions of horror are going to visit his dreams tonight. 

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Tony D’Angelo
Fire Fuckers (2022)

“Sit.” Douglas gestured to the couch. 
RJ sat. His body pretty much did it on its own at this point. 
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now?”
“Well.” RJ folded his hands in his lap. “Curiousity, mostly. You told me this wouldn’t be a normal session, and that someone is joining us. But we’re not at the club, we’re in your apartment. And we don’t normally have sessions on Wednesday afternoon. So I’m curious.”
Douglas smiled. “Well, Wednesday was the only afternoon he still had free this month.”
“He?” RJ repeated.
“Yep.” Douglas gestured to the closed guest bedroom door.
“He’s already here?”
“Yep.”
RJ furrowed his brow. “Who is?”
“Well. Before we get to that, ask me why he is here.”
If RJ wasn’t totally confused, he was now. “Ok…why is here, Sir?”

“Well, it didn’t escape me that you’re just about one year sober now.”
RJ blushed. “Yeah, it was Halloween last year when I crashed the car.”
Douglas nodded. “Yes. And I wanted to show how proud of you I was by getting you a gift. So I thought – what would RJ enjoy?” He gestured with an upturn hand. “And then I thought, I know what RJ would enjoy. So I made a few calls. Frank, can you come out here please?”

RJ’s attention snapped to the guest room door. It opened, and a man in a bulky uniform walked out into the living room. He posed. 
“Hello, my name is Frank. I heard you set the fire alarm off lately. I’m here to teach you about fire safety.” And then he pulled open his jacket to reveal tattoos and jacked abs.
RJ squealed and covered his mouth with his hands. “Noooo. You didn’t. Douglas are you serious?? You got me a firefighter stripper as a gift?!”
Douglas laughed. “Yes. And he’s actually a real firefighter.”
“NO.”
“Yep,” Frank said. He slapped his jacket. “It’s my old bunker gear.”
RJ made another high pitched noise. “I can’t even fucking think right now. I know Halloween is coming up, but I think we’re calling Christmas off cause nothing is topping this.”
“Oh there’s going to be topping alright,” Frank interrupted.
“He goes all the way,” Douglas added.
RJ giggled behind his hands. “This is amazing. Are you joining us Sir?”
“I’ll be watching. You know, to ensure you are properly punished for setting the smoke detector off.”
“I am such a bad boy.”
“Constantly. But still, I’m proud of you. So enjoy your reward.” 
RJ smiled. “Thank you Sir. And I will, I definitely will. And I guess if I’m being punished for fire safety, I should confess to the time I set the carpet on fire when I was 8. Knocked over a candle.”
“Yeah he definitely needs to be punished, I see why you called me,” Frank said to Douglas, and then he turned his attention to RJ. “Say, RJ, why don’t you help me get my bunker jacket off. I’m starting to feel a little warm…”

Douglas tried not to snort. It was so cheesy, but he had to admit Frank knew what he was doing. He used his phone to turn on the music Frank had requested and left to go prepare some drinks in the kitchen. He had a feeling they were both going to be sweating a lot.

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