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“Take your time, catch your breath.”
“I hate this stupid chastity cage. I don’t want to wait another week. I’m ready to do this now.”
“You were probably ready to go last week. I mean, you’re at the top of your game. You’re one of the top in the sport-”
“I am the top. In this region, anyway. Will be East Coast champ soon enough.”
I smile. “Yes. I am confident of that you will be. Your training and patience will pay off. And you know you need the hormones. The release once you win will be extasy. It’s worth the wait.”

Tom punches the bag hard. The muscles in his arm bulge. “Just a week seems like an eternity.”

I step behind him and massage his shoulders, although they’re slick with sweat, trying to get him to release some of the tension. “You’ll feel better after we have sex tonight. You always leak a lot overnight, and if you don’t, we can try some tactics to help you drain a little more if you need it.”
He exhales. “Yeah, that would probably help. Feeling a little sore from how full my balls are.”
“Oh the problems of a virile young man and his big swingin’ nuts.”
He chuffs out his noise. “I am a brute aren’t I?’
“You’re an athlete,” I correct. “A refined and talented athlete. Wrestling is a classic human sport isn’t it? Perhaps the purest there is. No other sport so elegantly shows off the full capacity of the body.”
“There is something about wrestling naked,” Tom says almost to himself. “Something primitivize and amazing.”
“I wish you could see yourself wrestle. You look beautiful. You know, people come up to me the entire night and tell me what a specimen you are. Sometimes I think if I told them to buy you, they actually would.”
That makes him laugh. “Sold like a show pony?”
“Well, sports players are traded aren’t they?” I lean into his ear. “Imagine if all the wrestlers in this league were owned by their trainers….traded like a commodity, housed like dogs, inspected like horses.  You’d just be muscular sex machines for us to use for sport and fuck for our entertainment.”
“Oh shit,” he replies in a husky voice. 
“Your cock enslaved to me as much as your body.”
Tom pushes his ass back against me; I can feel him trembling. “Oh, you’re – you’re getting hard.”
“You make me hard,” I murmur.” I pull his body against mine.
“Can we just – like, right here?” Tom pleads. 
“Take your gloves off, I can fuck you over the wrestling bench.”
“Fuck, that’s a good idea.” Tom sheds his gloves and his shorts. He’s been leaking and his thighs are glistening. Nearly causes me to blow my load. 
“That’s it stud, right there. Oh hell yeah.” I pick up the oil I use to make his skin shiny. “Gonna give you the relief we both need right now.”
“Just – gah.” Tom curses. “Don’t make me cum. Just leak. Need the hormones to fight better.” He bends over the bench and puts his hands on it, ass out.
“That, Tom. That is the attitude of a winner. And winners get cock.” I toss my shorts aside and stride over to take his hole and fill it with my seed.

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“Damn Daddy!”
“You’re fucking fiiiiiiiiiiine.”
“That white Speedo is showing me the outline of everything I want to see.”
“I could wash my thongs on your abs!”
“I would eat sushi off your ass!”
“I would break something just to be put over those thighs.”
“Smother me with them titties Daddy!”
“Fuck you take the titties, I want that dick!”
"Throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to the bridal suite!”
“Oh god yeah, I’d let him pop my cherry any day!”

Dominic stopped at the base of the stairs and looked around for the source of the commotion as he squeezed the water out of the base of his hair. He glanced over two twinks standing at the edge of the pool. When they were spotted, they dissolved into giggles.
“Room 904, Daddy, come find us later when we’re drunk and horny ok!”
“I’m going to put both of you over my thighs!” Dominic said back.
They dissolved into noises akin to a pair of howler monkeys. “You promise?” 
“You better promise!” They blew a kiss and ran off. “904!”

Dominic watched them scamper and try not to spill their colorful drinks at the same time. His boyfriend got off the chaise lounge and walked down the steps to hand Dominic a towel. 
“I think I just got cat-called,” Dominic said, sounding a bit miffed.
“You did. You gonna take em up on the offer?”
“I don’t think I can handle that all by myself. That’s…that’s a lot.”
“What about both of us?”
Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Both of us. Hm. Room 904 was it?”
“I do think it was.”
Dominic grinned. “Boy, those little twinks are in for a surprise later! We should show up in tight clothes. But nice clothes. Maybe our dinner wear. Sleeves rolled up. Buttons open to your chest hair. Really make their little erections pop in those thongs.”
“I’m really starting to like the idea of this. Can I have the blond one?”
“Yes baby, you may.” Dominic got out of the pool and kissed his partner on the lips. Sharing was a cornerstone of a good relationship.

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“Hey, Cas, are you alright?”
“Huh? Yeah, just tired.”
“I’m a little worried about you to be honest. You’ve been pushing yourself really hard lately in the pool. I get you want us to help win the competition, but it’s not worth your health being compromised.”
Cas sighs and sets his bottle down. He turns off the water. I hand him a towel. “I have been pushing myself, but my lap times aren’t getting that much better.”
“You’re wearing your body out. Give yourself time to rest. This isn’t the Olympics remember? Just a hobby swim league for gay dudes. The only thing we’re really competing for is dick size really.”

That makes Cas chuckle. “There is some truth to that.” He pulls off his Speedo and wrings it out. “How am I doing on that front?”
“Better than most,” I admit as I enjoy the view.  “Better than me. Although I’m going to chalk it up to the water being cool, ignoring the fact the water in the shower is warm.”
Cas gives me a half smile. He has put his Speedo on the hook and is finishing drying off. “I can see your bulge, I’m sure you got plenty to entertain someone in bed.”
“Aw Cas, that’s so sweet. See, this is why we need you around. You’re one of the nicest people on the team.”
“I appreciate you saying that Sean. No reason we all have to be catty to each other.” Cas puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “I don’t know why I’m pushing myself so hard latel. I still can’t see to outswim the feeling I’m getting older. I think I’m seeing my stagnating times as failure of my body.”

I immediately scoff. “No way. You’re in better shape than some 21 year old babies I know who survive off Starbucks and vaping and live at the gym. Seriously, your set times are fine. The race is a relay, we win as a team. And we want you on that team. Alive, ideally.”
“Thanks, Sean, I appreciate that. I like being on that team. Alive, that is. I just want to help us win.”  Cas rubs some lotion on his skin.
“You will.” I chew on lower lip. Do I go for it? I decide to go for it. “Hey, you got some time after this?”
“Yeah I got a free afternoon, what’s up?”
“Why don’t I take you out for a burger? I bet that rabbit diet you’re on is why you’re so tired, you need some real heavy calories.”
Cas pulls on some dry clothes. “My knee jerk reaction is to say no to that, because I’m scared an extra ounce will impact my times but – I’m starving. Like, I have been sort of noticing lately I am just constantly hungry. Maybe you’re right. Got a place in mind?”
I gasp so softly I’m not sure Cas even heard it. I clasp my hands together against my chest. “Um, yeah I do. I can drive, and drop you off here to pick up your car later?”
“That sounds fine to me.” Cas finishing buttoning his shirt and searches his bag for a comb to run through his hair. “We don’t really hang out much as team members outside practice do we?”
“We really don’t,” I say.
Cas’s stomach grumbles loudly and I giggle. “Come on, let’s go put some meat on your bones.”
Cas folds his towel in his hands. “Yeah yeah, but first. One thing.”
“Hm?”
He hooks an arm around my waist like a side hug, but adds a peck to my cheek. “I’m really glad you’re on my team, Sean. Thank you.”
I can feel my skin flush and the residual trace of warmth from his lips. “Ah-I’m, I’m glad we’ve met too.” Cas pets my hip twice and parts to go finish packing his bag. 
“Say, do they have milkshakes at this place?” he asks.
“Giant ones.”
“Awesome.”

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Rashid considers the framed print over the fireplace. “That’s a nice Foo Fighters poster.”
“Thanks.” I stretch. “God, my leg’s still asleep.”
“Did you go to that show?”
“Yeah I did. The posters were almost sold out just thirty minutes in. Was lucky to grab one.”
“That is lucky. It’s really niece artwork. I didn’t think much of it last night-”
“We were a little distracted last night,” I interrupt.
Rashid chuffs through his nose. “Yes. But having slept on the floor after having some pretty damn good sex down here, I have a new angle to view it from, and I like it after all.”
“Who knew pretty damn good sex could turn you into a connoisseur of art.”
“Who knew. And who knows what would happen if we had sex in a museum.” Rashid stands up with a groan and looks around. “Actually, now that I can see your house in the daylight, I like it even more too. You have great style. Everything ties together so well.”
“Thank you, but are you just saying that cause you’re happy got laid last night and are trying to stay for breakfast, or do you like actually mean that?”
“Both?” Rashid grins. “Cause I’m starving but I want to spend the morning with you.” He wraps the blanket around his shoulders with no attempt to cover himself in the front.

I shamelessly stare at him from where I’m still on the floor. “Hm. I think I believe you. Cause looking at you in the daylight….”
Rashid waits for me to continue. “Yes?”
I shake my head. “Sorry. I was staring at your cock and I forgot what I was going to say.”
He laughs. “At least you’re honest.”
“Yeah! You’re fucking hot. And hung.”
Rashid blushes. “Now are you just saying that, or do you want me to stay for breakfast?”
I laugh. “I think there’s an echo in here. I want you to stay for breakfast cause I like you, but I think I want you to bend me over the table after we’re eating.”
“Oh. I’m definitely staying for breakfast if there’s a chance of that.”
“Mn. I could spend like another thirty minutes sitting here on the floor staring up at you too, but I really have to pee.”
“I promise you can stare at my cock after you get out of the bathroom.”
I smile. “Keep talking and you’re gonna earn yourself some lunch too.”
Rashid looks pleased at this. “Ooo I’ll try. Hey, you have an Alexa. Can we play the Foo Fighters as we make breakfast?”
I make a noise from my throat. “Are you trying to stay the whole day?”
That makes him laugh again, and I realize how easy it’d be to just fall in love with a guy like Rashid. He helps me up, and makes some of his own jokes about staring at me while I insist it’s nothing worth looking at.

Rashid disagrees, and to highlight his interest, follows me Into the bathroom. He holds my cock as I pee, and it’s hilarious and I keep nearly missing because I’m laughing so hard. We end up groping each-other and we must take a shower before it gets out of hand. After a wash up, we bounce down to breakfast barely dressed. When Rashid pulls the eggs out of the fridge, I decide he is definitely bending me over the table after breakfast. I never get to tell him my decision though, because he comes over to flirt with me while I cut veg for the omelette and we end up having a rut against the counter while standing up!

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“Are you taking my picture now? I’m not wearing much.”
“Sure am. I want a nice photo of you. You worked hard on that body during Covid. A lot of pictures I have of you are just your face.”
“We did take a lot of stupid selfies on the couch. And in the car. And in bed.”
“You can’t tell we’re naked in some of those.” I grin.
He gives me that “you’re such a rapscallion” look. “Ok, fine. Take your photo.”
I adjust the focus and zoom and snap a couple. “Turn a little sideways. There. Good.” I take another two and put my camera away. “I appreciated that.”
“No problem. But if you wanted some half naked photos me to jerk off when I’m not there, you could have just asked.”
“Pfft. If it was for wanking, I would have requested you’d be naked. Some naked photos would be nice though…”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’d like photos of me naked?”
I blink. “Duh.”
He blushes. “Hmm. We’ll see how slutty I feel tonight.”

He leaves me to think about that and wades into the river for a swim. I end up taking my camera out again to take a few shots of him, until he begs me to come in and join him. Not a difficult choice. It’s muggy and humid, and the water is blissfully frigid. Once I get in, he swims up to me, puts his swimwear in my hands with a smirk on his face, and glides off. I swallow hard as his butt crests the water. God, what a tease! He knows I can’t bring my camera in the water! I groan and swim after him, wanting him immensely.

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They were both still fresh from the shower; they shrugged on shirts but found their skin too warm to button them up or finished getting dressed. Instead Val went downstairs to the kitchen and pulled the champagne out of the wine fridge.
“What’s this for?” Ricardo asked.
“Left over from a party this weekend.” Val pulled the temporary stopper out. It made a soft popping noise. Val poured two glasses and handed one to his friend.
“But what are we celebrating though?”
Val gestured upstairs and smirked. “We are toasting to a fine night of fucking those two fine boys, tormenting them to a beautiful insanity of sexual hysteria until they broke and gave themselves totally onto us to deliver them to salvation.”
Ricardo looked smug and took the glass. “I can toast to that. Man, what an ass that boy had. 21 years old. Nearly virgin…it begged for stripes. Begged. Boy had never cum properly in his life or been so decorated, I guarantee it.”
Val chuckled. “That may be so. To them!” The glasses clinked and they sipped.
Ricardo exhaled. “I could have gone longer.”
Val shook his head slightly. “They’re young, inexperienced. We must not use up our toys too quickly. They were worn out; they are going to sleep through the night, those two.”
“I hope those stripes stay till the morning.”
Val shrugged. “Well if not, just put on new ones.”
Ricardo moved to refill the glasses. “I am glad to know you my friend. You are my kind of pervert.”
Val laughed. "To friendship.” They clinked again and drank and set upon making a nice bite to eat. They had worked up a great appetite.

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“Alright, cock. I get it. You like guys. I’m sorry I tried to force you into those girls when you were clearly not happy about it. I appreciate you being a good sport and liking boobs though. Glad we agree on that. Anyway, after what happened with Paul this weekend, I think it’s pretty clear what you like. Paul just texted that he wants to see me again, so you’re gonna get what you want. So like, seriously, please stop with the weird penis demon orgy dreams where one of them looks like my old hockey coach from high school ok? I just had to change the sheets for the third time this week this morning. Ok? We good? Great.”

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“Sweetheart. I know you want to suck my cock. I know it, you know it. Enough with the coy looks and side glances. Show some initiative and do it. Having my body worshiped is a form a flattery – I’d never turn you down within reason, especially since I love watching you do it. You’re more beautiful than I’ll ever be. Aw you’re so pretty when you blush. Come on, set that book down. That’s my boy. No shame here.“

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vallentiro14:

My my, are my eyes deceiving me? I can’t be a 100% sure, but I am pretty sure that boy has a chastity cage on under his swimtrunks. What is a boy like that doing all the way out here in these rural parts of Georgia? I suppose he’s come for a lake holiday like most of us, but he seems to be by himself. Shouldn’t there be a keyholder around here somewhere? If he were by himself, no doubt he’d be a bit concerned about getting relief he may need out here where Grindr don’t reach. He doesn’t look concerned at all, though. Or maybe he’s just good at using his toys. Maybe he’s self locked?
What a curious situation. Will have to keep an eye on that boy. He appears to be close in age to me, and not harsh on the eyes. I wasn’t hunting for a lay on this trip, but when an opportunity presents itself so beautifully, it’d be foolish to ignore it… even if he does have a keyholder, maybe they’d want some fresh company.

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“I can’t get used to this,” Jack muttered.
“Used to what?”
“This Speedo is so tight. So showy.”
“You have an insanely hot body, don’t you want to show it off?”
Jack looked down at himself as if this is news. “I mean. I don’t mind showing off, but, isn’t showing off my bulge too much? Feels like everyone can see every curve.”
“The color and pattern obscures the fine lines, but I can see you’re packing. You’re too old to be wearing long shorts like you’re a teena- Stop pullin’ the side down, you’re just being a tease now!”
“Sorry sorry. I like how it’s more snug than board shorts, but…still weird.”
As we stood there on the lake shore discuss the merits of Speedos, another man strolled by. “Hey gorgeous,” he said to Jack. “Hot look.” And he winked.
Jack opened his mouth to say something, but just barely stammered out a ‘thanks’ before the man was out of earshot.
“See?” I said.
Jack adjusted the band of the underwear. “Guess there is some merit to this.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “If you don’t like it, you could go naked instead.”
Jack looked horrified. “No.”
I giggled. “You’re so easy to tease. Ok, now I have to teach you how to walk.”
“I know how to walk.” Jack replied. He tilted his head at me.
“No silly. Like, strut. I am going to force some confidence in you if it kills me.”
“I wish I could take some of yours. How do you get to be so confident?” Jack asked.
“Just time. Learning fashion, nutrition, and taking care of my body until I like what I saw in the mirror. But I picked up this guy once in a bar- typical nervous closeted office worker who desperately needed some pity sex- and he said to me, ‘What’s a hot guy like you want with a guy like me?’ and it blew my mind. No one had called me hot before. I never even thought of myself as hot. I took that guy back to my apartment, wore him out, and made him late for work the next day. And fixed his haircut. The sides were soooooooo bad.”
Jack smiled. “That does sound like you. You like to help people and leave em better than you found em.”
“I’m the Gay Red Cross. Wait no.” I thought and rubbed my chin with my fingers. “The Red St. Andrews Cross for Wayward Gays. That’s my charity.”
The reference to a piece of BDSM furniture made Jack snort out a laugh. “Nothing has described you so well in your whole life. Make that new your Grindr headline.”
“Oh my fucking god Jack, you are brilliant, Jack” I whipped out of my phone to do that. By the time I was done, Jack was hit on again, this time by a studly bear.
“Huh,” Jack said after he left. “Ok, I think I’m ready to start practicing strutting now.”
I clapped my hands together. “Excellent. I just love spending my time doing charity work.”
Jack shook his head. “You are too much!”
“You love me.”
“You are my best friend.” Jack blew a kiss at me.
I “caught” it. “Love you too. Ok, go stand over there. Stand up straight. Shoulders up, head back, walk with purpose! Count those steps! One two three four, five six seven eight!”

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