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WHERE: Edward's room while hubby is away and busy. WHO: Anyone. WHAT: Sloppy throat training.
In the floor-length mirror nearby, Edward adjusted the purple necktie before he folded down the collar of his white shirt. It was difficult for him to find nice clothing that didn't look like he was either ready to explode at the seams or swam in, so a lot of his finer clothing was tailored. And sometimes he liked to wear slightly formal clothing, especially when having a bit of fun with someone.
He took a step back and admired himself while the sleeves were rolled up his forearms to just below the elbow. Ed turned and took a step to stand behind the person on their knees, naked. "Now," he started just before his big hands moved to lay against the sides of their head. "While you're training you will call me Sir." Long, thick fingers curled under the other's jaw and started to gently stretch down their neck as his right thumb drug across their lips. "You're going to thank me for making you better. Will you be a good faggot for me?" Before the other could properly answer, he'd turned their head a bit and pushed several fingers into their mouth, feeling their tongue, exploring it.
Beneath their knees was a towel and a few beach towels were laid out before them several feet. On the bed beside the pair laid a cloth. Atop it were several items. A simple 5-inch beige-colored dildo was closest; beside it an 8-inch, cock-shaped orange dildo; the third was incredibly long, made for depth, but not even half as thick as any of the others at the widest part; and the last was a couple-feet-long, thick, dark chocolate-colored weapon of ass destruction.
Adrian relaxed a bit at just his father's voice and gave a small smile as he took the water and moved close to fully cuddle up to the other giving a small hum at the kiss. "All day? No I haven-" he cut off seeing just how dark it had gotten and also realizing he was rather hungry and tense from being so locked in all day. "Oh... lo siento papi," he said, puppy eyes unintentionally coming out in full force. "I just got caught up," he kissed Emiliano softly. "Thank you for taking such good care of me."
Arms slowly wrapped around his boy as Adrian melted into him. "Hey- You don't have to apologize." Adrian's hyperfocus was nothing new, he just wished cleaning could've been the focus more often when he was younger. "It looks great," he said of the painting.
Emiliano's head lowered to meet his boy's lips. His hand rose and combed his fingers through the young man's beautiful hair. "I can make you a little something. Should be some dinner still in the fridge." It was difficult for him to make just a little food. He'd been cooking for so many boys for so long that old habits were hard to break. But there were always plenty of leftovers.
Jack huffed a quiet laugh, swirling his drink idly before taking another sip. “Moderation, huh? That’s rich coming from you,” he teased, shooting Edward a knowing look.
His gaze flicked toward the ongoing arm-wrestling match. He exhaled a chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, wonderful is one word for it,” he mused, “Though I’m pretty sure at least one of them is about to lose a shoulder," he said, nodding to the pair arm-wrestling.
“So, Ed—does this sudden concern for my well-being mean you’re volunteering to be my responsible chaperone for the night?”
A playfully confused expression was roused by the brat's retort, as if he had no clue what it meant. A smile curled on his lips at the nephew's comment about the two men. With a little shrug, he said, "Probably." Ed was into consensual pain, when the person was practically begging for it, so he want either of them to actually get hurt. Mostly.
When one of their arms slammed against the wobbly table, and the man surrendered, his attention returned to his nephew. "Your chaperone?" A brow cocked and his head canted. "Do you plan to have need of one? You'll have to hold my hand on the way back to your cabin. I'd need to undress you and get my sweet nephew tucked in."
August had seen men showering before, sports lockerooms, at the gym and there was the one or two times that they were showering off in some beach or pool communal shower, a quick glance, never daring to stare...but here, at Eden and knowing now what this place stood for, August looked a bit longer. He had never seen his Uncle Eddie like this, rarely even shirtless, just from the lack of really seeing each other that often, he did adore his Uncle and honestly didn't even know he would be here, he was entirely sure who all in the family went and didn't. As he looked, seeing the Adonis of a man standing under the shower, all suds up, that was enough to send August into a coma, but his eyes, of course, traveled lower, noticing that...he was stroking himself with one large hand that almost didn't cover it's task, the other hand tugging, August had really never seen Eddie like this...he shouldn't just stand here, " Uncle...Ed..." He asked out softly, trying to hide the awe in his voice.
Gooning was weird as fuck, at least to Edward. Admittedly, the idea of a man devolving to the state of Cro-Magnon because of stroking his cock was pretty hot. However, the rolling eyes, tongue hanging out, drooling, and other theatrics were a little too fake and silly for him to enjoy in that way.
Edging?
Fucking great.
As his hand pulled up the shaft, his thumb swiped over the sensitive glans before the ample foreskin was rolled over the plump knob. The hunk's cock was leaking so much precum that it quickly replaced the soap in just a few strokes. It mixing to make this sticky, thick, creamy slick that coated his digits, hand, and throbbing shaft. It was hot in his hand. The hooded end was a dark reddish pink-purple. He'd been at it the better part of 20 minutes, lost in the intensity of what was meant to be a quick shower. Edward's chest expanded and fell with each heavy breath as he skirted the edge of climax. Between his breaths and the sound of the shower, it took a moment to register there was a voice. Dark eyelashes fluttered open for his blue eyes to see August just beyond the doorway. His heart leaped, and both hands immediately wrapped around his cock in an attempt to hide it as he quickly turned away. "Fuck, Augie!" He remembered this was supposed to be August's first trip to the island, and he wasn't even sure the kid had a girlfriend or boyfriend yet.
PEDRO PASCAL at the SNL50: The Homecoming Concert
Open: Adrian
Adrian could only be called focused in very rare occasions, his attention was usually fully engaged during sex or painting. Otherwise who knew where his mind could jump. But when he focused he focused. Nothing else existed in the moment, he was zoomed in on his current task.
Which is why as he was set up near the edge of The Lantern Pool with his easel as he painted what was by far his favorite spot on the island he nearly jumped so high he ended up in the water when he someone gently tapped him on the shoulder. "Fuck!" he gave a weak chuckle griping his chest over his heart. "Holy shit man I'm too young for a heart attack!" He said double checking his painting was okay before back at the man. "Sorry if you were trying to get my attention for awhile."
Emiliano smiled initially, then sighed. "Mi cielo, you need to relax!" The man's other hand held a water bottle, which he offered to his boy after the other seemed to compose himself after the fright. He leaned over and his free hand rose to move to the back of Adrian's head. He pulled his son a little closer as he pecked a kiss on his forehead. "You need to take a break now. Drink. Eat. You've been at it all day, it isn't going to go anywhere."
August had traveled to the island with his father, but he didn't want to be a burden as his father went to explore. He didn't have a lot of stuff, it being his first day on the island, and knowing they had a room set aside for him, decorations and adjusting to his life here as he started his gap year on the island. He allowed his father to go and do his own thing as August pulled the two suitcases inside; the place was mostly empty, with many of the Aldridges either engaged in other activities or still on their way. The place was beautiful, and he couldn't imagine that not only his father, but his whole family was enjoying this beautiful island while he was studying back at home. As he made his way through the house, he tried to remember his father's directions as he made his way down the halls and corners and believing that he had found the right door, August opened it up with confidence, pulling his stuff inside, that was before he heard the shower running. His eyes searched the room until they focused on the open doorway leading directly into the bathroom, where an extremely tall statue of a man showered, the glass shower revealing everything. It was Uncle Eddie, now shown to August in a way he'd never seen before. He froze, not knowing what to say as his eyes stayed on the man washing himself off.
The island helped many of the men learn to be more comfortable with themselves, nudity, and sex. There was also a great deal of trust fostered over years together, both platonically and intimately. Privacy on Eden's Hollow - at least, for Edward - wasn't necessary. So the shower door wasn't fully closed, as well as the door to the washroom. Edward was in the shower, completely naked, covered in water from the showerhead in the ceiling. The man's half-rinsed body was still somewhat covered in suds, as well as the shampoo partially washed from his hair. Edward stood a little to the side of the raining water so that only his left shoulder, arm, and thick thigh were hit with the hot water. Steam did fill the room but not enough to obscure the man's form. Or his right arm as it flexed and moved. In his soapy right hand was nearly 10 inches of uncut cock, wrapped in veins, covered in suds. Fingers not quite able to fully wrap around, they glided with ease as his arm lazily pumped at the monster. His eyes were closed, and his left hand seemed to squeeze and pull at the heavy sac that hung below the thick meat, blissfully unaware he had an audience.
Jack's eyes lingered on his uncle and when his words seemed to get no response he looked over to what was taking the man's attention and it made him chuckle. "Something you like over there, Unc?" Jack teased as he drew closer, giving the man a half hug.
"I'm old enough to be doing a lot of these these days," he said it with a wink.
Edward shook his head nonchalantly and shrugged. "I have no idea what you mean." A coy little smirk threatened to curl his lips into a smile. "Well, moderation is the key, Jack. Drinking's fun and all, but you don't want to put yourself in a dangerous situation." He sighed. "Luckily, the people on this island are all wonderful." He glanced back over his shoulder toward the duo still entangled in their arm wrestle, probably another round.
Bobby noticed quickly when the tote hit the floor and the games were actually a real, promised sentiment to his brother and instantly he felt bad for Ed and was about to make a claim to play whatever was in there. But he was looking at him stepping forward and the outfit was cute, especially the socks. He adored Eddie's socks.
"First of all, my ass is never wearing out, I take care of it, but I do really like this tight hole ruining you speak of." Grinning, cheekily, Bobby moved to sling arms over Eddie's shoulders and pulled him close for a hug. "If I promise that we can play a game after..." he started, throwing in a "big brother?" for good measure.
His expression remained placid as his little brother approached and his arms went over his shoulders. Ed's hands first rose to lay against the other's flanks, gently rubbing against the fit silhouette. Both large mitts moved to Bobby's ass. Edward roughly palmed one of his younger brother's perfect ass cheeks in each hand. It was annoying that he could be so easily won over with some flirtation but it worked literally every time with whomever tried.
The last two words earned a gruff grunt from the large nerd. "If your brain's still functioning?" With a little smile on his lips, his head slowly moved to meet the other's mouth with his own. A chaste kiss with a bit of tongue, and his hands began to squeeze and grope that durable ass. As he spoke, his mustache and lips feathered against Bobby's mouth. "Why don't you tell me what you want to play, and I'll let you know the rules?"
Keaton grinned as Emiliano so easily agreed to join him. He pressed closer to the other as his arm went over his shoulders.
"Less clothes and more company is always the way to be," he agreed with a soft chuckle. "Hard to complain about that way at least, yeah?"
"I can see how you would want to be naked all the time," he said as his free hand laid against Keaton's chest. His fingers gently dug into the muscle as his palm pressed against the pec and he squeezed a nice handful of pec. "Not one pinche pendejo would complain about your naked body, Keaton." His fingers on the chest drifted to pinch and tweak at the pert tit on the same pec. "After all, you've put so much work into it for us to enjoy."
#he said "did i stutter?"
PEDRO PASCAL on the SNL50 Red Carpet
God… Henry Carvill It's so tasty... I just wanted one of these
starter - bobby
Bobby had never really grown up since he had left the frat house, he was still loud, looking for fun and throwing himself into any mess, any fun, anything that was full of debauchery. It was known that Robert Eden was a good guy but also the one that was always for an impromptu hang out that could turn into more, easily. His mischievous grin matching his playful laughs, just hanging out in his single unit home on the island he'd lived at for over a decade now.
"I hope you aren't expecting a board game night or something when I asked if you were looking to play," the excitement easily spotted in his eyes, glimmering with the youth that filled his soul, while the tank top on his body screamed the eager backroom slut he was known to be.
The little smirk on his face quickly dropped, just like his shoulders, before a loud sigh left him. Ed rolled his eyes and his head fell back. Yes, he did think they were going to play a game. The tote that fell from his hand thunk'd heavily on the floor, containing a couple different games. His hand rose and straightened the cap on his head as he looked toward his younger brother.
Bobby's dirty trick was his ability to make a person forget about their anger or frustration when he flashed that dumb smile. "Your ass needs insurance." He stepped forward. Edward was wearing a tight gray t-shirt with one of his characters printed on the front. His shorts were black and ended about mid-thigh. The man had on a pair of socks that ended around mid-calf. Ed usually wore nice briefs or went commando. "When you finally wear it out, and you probably will, you can cash in for a new, tight hole to ruin."
Open Starter.
Richard spent most of the winter season indoors focused on his architecture work, but he was flying off to Eden, his home away from home, the moment the weather started showing signs of warming up. The beach and the cabin calling his name with the season's change. So, of course, Richard wasn't even feet on the ground for but an hour before he was taking advantage of the warmer sun and stripped down to spend the afternoon out on the sand.
"Hey, darling..." he called out from his towel to the shadow passing across him. hi sunlight momentarily blocked by the passer-by. "You mind getting my back for me...? I'd rather not burn my very first day here." Richard requested with an easy smile, lotion in one hand as he gestured at himself with the other. He was looking rather pale in the shortly cut, baby blue speedo he had chosen to wear.
Clad in low rise white trunks, Emiliano had the day free, so half of it was spent catching up on some paperwork and the rest would be spent mostly on the beach. It was his favorite part of living on the island. His second favorite part was that despite several families living on the island, they all sort of felt like one big family. Emil almost didn't notice Ricky as he stepped out onto the sand and slowly strolled along the beach. He stopped by someone to take a deep breath of the salty ocean air when he heard the familiar voice. With a little giggle, he almost did a little dance as he stepped back and looked down at Ricky. "Hey- Welcome back to the island!" He dropped to his knees by Ricky's side and leaned over the man to retrieve the sunscreen. While he put some of it into his hands and began to rub it over Ricky's back he asked, "So, work on anything interesting over the winter?" Fingers lightly pressed into the man's back and stroked down along his shoulder blades.
The island felt different this year. This was the first time he’d come down to the island bar since arriving back two days ago and the first since he’d become a permanent resident rather than just visiting between terms at college. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do now it was over yet, perhaps see how long he could go before his Dad bugged him about getting a job.
He was at the bar nursing some cocktail full of ice between his hand when he looked over to notice the other. Jack smiled and nodded his head, “Sorry to say you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me around here now.”
He hadn't heard his ninja nephew Jack said something. Honestly, most of the world seemed to melt away as he watched two brawny, hairy guys mid arm wrestle not too far away. Ed snapped back to reality and slowly swiveled around to find Jack. "Oh, what a bloody shame." He had a little smile as a hand reached over to clap the younger man on the shoulder. Then his brow wrinkled as he squinted and looked over Jack. "Shit- I keep forgetting you're old enough to drink." He had half a pint in the other hand.
The freedom on the island was always exhilirating. Not just the sexual freedom. Just being able to wander, do as you pleased, enjoy yourself, it was always something he missed when he had to go back to the mainland.
Being able to just strip down on the beach and wade in to the water in broad daylight was freeing. He’d been enjoying his swim for a bit when he saw the other on the edge of the waves.
“Come on in. Water’s great,” he called and grinned when the other waded in to join him. He indulged himself with closing the gap to press a kiss to their lips, always eager for any kind of affection. Attention.
“And now the company makes it even better.”
In a tight, bright blue speedo, with half of his ass hanging out, Emiliano lazily walked across the hot sand on his way to the water. It was obvious someone was already in the ocean, but he wasn't sure who until he called out. Emil smiled widely. "Don't have to convince me," he shouted back as he had already started to step in and walk out.
After Keaton met him, his right arm laid over the other's shoulders behind his neck and their lips met. "Is good to have a swimming partner. Less clothes the better?"