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23 / jd sports started writing horny shit in notes cos therapist said it’d help not a writer. just trying to stay sane. 🔞 it’s real. links if you want more → https://linktr.ee/callumconfesses

[callumconfesses]

he left the curtain open

was on menswear. slow shift. foldin tees no one wanted.

lad walks in. black cargos hangin low. tight grey tee clingin to his chest. freckles. buzzcut. arms like he plays rugby but leans out in summer.

he goes, “you got any joggers with a tighter fit? round the calves?”

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[callumconfesses]

it wasn’t love. it was the spit.

when i got home, i locked the bathroom door.

my boxers were ruined. i dragged them down. spat in my hand. started wanking with the image of him pissing. his grip. his cock. the spit.

i came fast. legs shaking. moaned into my own arm.

then cleaned it like it was sin. flushed it like shame.

he never mentioned it. just said he was shattered.

but something in me cracked that day. and i don’t think i want to fix it.

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[callumconfesses]

i faked the piss

he zipped up without a word. washed his hands. i stood there frozen. too hard to even try. my cock already leaking. twitching. head wet with guilt.

i forced a trickle out just for sound.

in the mirror, he scratched his jaw. met my eyes. didn’t smile. just left.

on the coach, he sat beside me again. hoodie off. soft strip of stomach showing. his thigh brushed mine. said nothing.

my boxers were already soaked.

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[callumconfesses]

i saw his cock

he tilted his head and spat right into the stream. and i watched it hit. didn’t pretend. didn’t look away. and when my eyes dropped lower, i saw it.

thick. soft. heavy. skin darker near the base. pink at the tip. relaxed in his grip like it weighed something. piss still hammering against the porcelain.

my legs went weak. i wanted to kneel.

he looked straight at me.

didn’t flinch. didn’t speak.

just let me see him.

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[callumconfesses]

the way he pissed

liam was next to me on the coach. hoodie up. shoulder warm against mine. we’d been talking shit about the keeper all morning. passing crisps back and forth. just two hungover lads on the way home from a match. nothing weird. nothing wrong.

then the service stop.

he stretched. stood. i followed.

inside the loos, it stank of bleach and piss. liam didn’t even hesitate. took the middle urinal. wide stance. black cargos low. thick calves tense. he unzipped smooth. and then the sound. full pressure. loud. certain.

my heart thudded. i froze.

then he spat.

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[callumconfesses]

the way i’ll remember it

when i got home, i threw the boxers in the bin.

but the image won’t leave.

the shape of him. the heat in the room. the smell of his body in the fabric and the air.

his arms stretched behind his head. his pits open. the cotton hugging him close.

he’s never looked at me that way. never will.

but that was the most alive i’ve ever felt.

and if something broke in me that night, i hope it stays broken.

because it was jamie.

and he was beautiful.

and i’ll never forgive myself for what i did. or for wanting to do more.

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[callumconfesses]

the way i moved

i didn’t unzip. didn’t even touch it.

just ground against myself. slow. teeth clenched. eyes fixed on the way his boxers stretched.

his cock twitched under the cotton. one foot shifted. a little more shape showed.

i imagined crawling across the floor. imagined peeling the throw off. imagined mouthing him through the fabric.

but mostly i imagined his voice if he woke.

how he'd sound saying my name. how he'd spit it like filth. how i’d deserve every word.

but i kept going.

and when i came, it hit like a wave. soaked me. broke me.

and he just kept breathing.

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[callumconfesses]

the way he changed

his body’s different now. broader. tighter. stronger in places i never noticed before.

i’ve seen jamie in swim shorts, in footy kits, in worse states than this.

but this was different.

that footballer build. abs half there. waist narrow. hair running into the cotton like a line i wasn’t meant to follow.

and his cock. soft but full. shifting under the fabric. pressing sideways in the grey.

i tried not to stare. didn’t move. just clenched and pressed into myself.

my thighs squeezed tight. i started grinding slow.

the air smelled like sweat and lager and heat from him.

and something in me split.

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[callumconfesses]

the way he slept

we got in around three. he'd passed out on the sofa. jeans still on. t shirt soaked. arms loose.

i crashed in the armchair. didn’t even take off my trainers.

when i woke up, he wasn’t dressed anymore.

just boxers. one knee up. arms behind his head. blanket slipped down. his pits were open. dark. raw.

he looked unreal. not posed. just real. like a lad who sleeps deep and doesn’t care if you’re watching.

i shouldn’t have stared. but my chest went tight. my cock stirred in my boxers.

it was just him breathing.

that was all it took.

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[callumconfesses]

i deleted it. i’ll save the next one.

came hard. thighs lifting. cum spilled into the bath. swirled in the heat.

stared at the snap. heart racing. then panic.

deleted it. wiped my phone. like he could see me through it.

but if he sends another one i’ll probably save it again.

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[callumconfesses]

i wanked to it in the bath

propped my phone on the edge. started slow. wet thumb on the tip.

imagined him sat on the toilet. legs apart. hoodie on. just watching me in the bath.

one sock slipping lower.

i whispered his name. whispered it again.

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[callumconfesses]

i zoomed in. couldn’t stop.

thighs thick. hairy. shorts bunched up. crease at the groin. sock low on one foot.

white boxers barely showing.

i zoomed in. then again.

his shin. his arm hair. the damp under his pit.

i imagined the smell of him. the heat.

my cock twitched under the water.

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[strawxbunny]

i want to rub my face on his bulge … for comfort

[callumconfesses]

he was asleep on the sofa. grey boxers. soft bulge shifting with every breath. i sat across the room just staring. mouth dry. face hot. i don’t think i blinked for ten minutes.

[callumconfesses]

he sent it just after midnight

no caption. just a snap.

hamz on the sofa. grey shorts high on the thigh. one sock halfway off. hoodie still on. eyes red.

looked wrecked.

i didn’t open it right away. already in the bath. steam thick. tealight flickering like a fucking joke.

i knew how he sits. loose. hairy. damp.

i knew i was gonna save it.

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[callumconfesses]

i said his name like a prayer.

door slammed. he was gone.

i hit the carpet. boxers halfway down. cock already leaking.

spat in my hand. said his name.

came up my chest. didn’t clean it.

just whispered: hamz.

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[callumconfesses]

his shorts were low. his boxers lower.

his shirt lifted. snail trail thick. ran into his waistband like a fucking arrow.

shorts low. boxers lower.

for a second he pulled them down more.

just itchy. just shifting.

but it fucked me.

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[thiswasarealplace]

It’s summer again. Not the real one— the one in your head. You’re barefoot on the lawn. Everything’s tilted, bright, and buzzing.

You don’t know who took the photo. But it’s exactly how it felt.