Samuel Taylor

Writer. Homosexual. And Human Being

[jonassabbott]

  Let me guess, Harry and Ginny and Ron and Hermione? And hey, you asked me why, I gave you my best guess. Yeah, but it doesn’t make any better. I guess I’m still just used to being an only child, no matter how bad I couldn’t wait to find my brother, it’ll take some getting used to. Yes, but hooking up doesn’t always have to mean “Hey, nice face, wanna fuck?” It’s more fun, at least to me, to have some sort of connection, but maybe that’s just because I value a mental connection more than a physical one. Being able to hold a genuine conversation with me turns me on a lot more that how definitive the lines of your six pack are, though the abs certainly don’t hurt. Well, I’m not going to just tell you if the reward is worth it. That would ruin the whole game I’ve been playing this whole time. A jazz singer, huh? That’s interesting. And awesome. I’m impressed. Wow, that’s quite a promise. Am I only getting one when you’re gone though? Because how am I going to hold over while you’re here?

I know all about old money. My family comes from it as well.

[thatwritersamuel]

Actually i was thinking more along the lines of never outright saying Sirius and Remus were in love. But hey, you have a point. Harry should have really ended up with Luna. Instead of someone who was basically looked like his mother. Which is...weird in it's self. And you found him. Which means you're no longer an only child. Technically. I actually prefer "nice legs, what time to do they open." but you have a point. But trust me, you're hardly alone on that front. There's a few people here who keep there standards a little above simply having the biggest cock picture. Though I have you know, I do have abs.   So a genuine conversation is always fun, regardless if it ends up in hot, kinky, sex or not. At the very least it always interesting to me to see what sort of people use this site. Ah. So I have to guess if it's worth it? I'm sure it is. Oh? you've been playing a game the whole time? How am I doing in this game of yours? Yeah. I use to sit by the fire and read world war two stories about singers in smokey bars. Sort of loved the idea of it. Well when you're here...You'd have to option to see it in person. 

 Ah. Well, then you know the stings that come attached to such things. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Missing you | Carter/Samuel

[carteratkins]

  "Oh! When I was one whole minute late. Mm, mhm, I remember that. How could I forget?” Carter’s voice took on a low, almost sultry tone at the reminder of their last encounter. How could he let that slip his mind? He glanced towards the kitchen when he noticed Samuel did, mostly out of curiosity. When Sam went on to comment about his sweatpants, he glanced back over at him, giving the slightly older man his attention.

Carter couldn’t hold back a laugh when Sam began undoing a couple of his top buttons and rolling up his sleeves, going for a more casual look to make Carter feel a little more comfortable.. which was actually pretty cute. “Much better.” He commented after the little spin Sam did. “I’m digging the look, not that I didn’t like it before, but the sleeves rolled up show off your arms.. which I don’t know if you know, but I’m a total arms guy. It’s hot.” 

"Oh, I bet you would love that.” Another laugh escaped his throat as he followed behind the other to the kitchen where he checked on the pasta, Carter standing beside him, a hand reaching out to make contact with the small of Sam’s back as he leaned over to take a look at what was on the stove. “Mm. It does. What kind of pasta are we eating tonight? And do you need any help? I watch the Food Network religiously, I promise I won’t burn your kitchen down.”

[thatwritersamuel]

"A whole minute late is still important! I don't know how you could forget. Perhaps you need a reminder." he pointed out with a little wink as his mind fill with those little gasp and needy whimpers he'd gotten out of the other boy when he'd hit him with that belt without mercy. It was certainly without question that they'd had a certain amount of fun together when every they did appear at the same place at the same time. 

Sam's bright smile returned at the others laugh, his head giving a little bow at the others words. "Glad you approve." He teased as he tilted his head. "Oh? You're a total armys guy? You like a little muscle on your fuck buddies?" He pointed out as he made a dramatic show of bending his arm to show it off before laughing again, with a little shake of his head. 

"Oh trust me. I'd adore that. Not sure I'd ever get any work done again." He added as he walked into the kitchen. The spoon dropped back into the pot as he turned the pasta, his head turning to look at the other boy as the other rested his hand on him, and he leaned over to press a quick kiss against the others lips before looking back at the pasta. " We are having spinach and ricotta ravioli with pumpkin sauce. Well, hopefully, it's still betting than that mac and cheese I almost made you instead." he teased as he arched his eyebrow a little. "WELL if you promise not to burn my house down.,," 

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

The Kept Boy || Alistair & Samuel

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

  [So, he wanted a kept boy? Alistair wasn’t sure what Samuel was expecting from Alistair or what really the man would do so for the moment he didn’t argue the idea and simply remained knelt there as the man circled him and admired the lean, yet toned body on display. Feeling the leather against his spine, he silently shivered ever so slightly. But when the hand came in his hair, he found his urge to be a smartass rocket up quickly; only for him to bite his tongue for a moment and take it down at least a notch or two.]

You seem eager for the title, so I assume the correct answer is you?

[thatwritersamuel]

[ Sam just arched his eyebrow at the reply. It was a little bit of a smart ass answer. Even if the other had chosen to tone it down a little. Sam pushed the boys head away with a little frown before running that leather belt up at the others spine again, this time he simply kept going till he brushed up the back of the boys head till dropping a loop of the belt around his head and lowered it down over his neck, one hand still holding the head of it as he slowly started to tighten it.] 

I would have liked the answer with a little less sass, Slut. 

[ He pointed out as he watched the metal clip of the belt slowly started to bite into the others skin.] 

[thatwritersamuel]

If you had to own one person who would it be and why?

Not...exactly a question I was expecting to have.  I currently have a boy at my house. Who I'm taking temporary ownership of. Out of the relationships I've formed on this site. I suppose it would have to be him. He's beautiful, and intecllectent. And has the right amount of...fight. I suppose. For my liking. 

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

The Kept Boy || Alistair & Samuel

[This was not how he planned his day to end, CEO and heir to the Walker Casino chain fortune who had been going from meeting to meeting, ordering people around all day. Now kneeling in another man’s home, naked other than a pair of tight boxers and eyes gazed at the floor as if he was unworthy of even looking up. How he had gone from a position of pure power and control to one where he had neither…well, it was not how he expected things to go today.]

[Yet here he was, willing about to spend a few days completely owned and under the power of Samuel, something Alistair had a feeling the older of the two had been waiting for a while. He had no idea what to expect or even what Samuel really wanted out of all of this, so for now he just remained knelt in the loft, naked, powerless and waiting to see just what ‘Daddy’ had in store for him.]

[thatwritersamuel]

[ Frankly the truth was this is'nt exactly how Samuel expected the night to end either. One moment he'd been flirting with a few boys on the site but had no real plans as such. And now he had Alistair  being his plaything for two days. Which was a turn around that he'd not been expecting. All the same Samuel stood wearing a pair of black business pants, his belt curled over in one hand as he ran his eyes over the almost naked boy. Sam admired each curve and sharp angle of the slender boy. He sipped at his glass of scotch as he walked around the knelt boy, taking him in from every angle. 

Alistair had given him a pretty wide reign as far as kinks and what he'd could do to him over the next few days. Of course, he was curious just how much power he really had over the arrogant boy. He stopped next to the younger male, the leather of his belt dragging up the boys spine as his hand dropped to curl into his hair.] 

Tell me who you're daddy is. 

[jonassabbott]

  Because I work with children, would rather watch Disney movies than anything else, and my favorite book series is Harry Potter? I mean, I’m just guessing. Well, that’s the kind of consideration I’ve been looking for, So far, everyone’s either started off our conversations by calling me by my brother’s name or just immediately trying to jump in my pants. I’m a little harder to get than that. I’d like someone to woo me a little first. No. No, I can not read Mandarin. That’s what I meant. Sorry. I should have been more clear. I can’t read Mandarin, and I can read sheet much about as well as I can read Mandarin. Yes, I’ll forgive you. I’ll understand. As long as you give me the same understanding. Good to know you’ll be back though. I don’t like to wait around forever on people.

Oh wow. At least you don’t have a third sister who’s a rocket scientist. Then you’d really be feeling out done…I’m so not helping I’m sorry.

[thatwritersamuel]

Harry Potter is'nt a bad choice for a favourite series. Though I have a few thoughts on the last few books. I think JK did a few things...well, not wrong but at least she made choices I wouldn't. Disney movies are a stable and working with children means you have more patience than I did. I think it's mostly because we're use to Carter's face. And you happen to share it. As for the jumping into bed part...well, it's a hook up app. Most people want sex. I prefer to at least know someone's name before we get to the sex stuff. A little harder get is'nt a bad thing. If the reward is worth it.  Ah .I see. Sheet music is'nt your thing. That makes sense. Trust me. I can read it, but only because I had some random dream to be a jazz singer for a while. I can give you the same understanding and I promise if I'm gone for longer than two days.I'll drop a dirty picture in your box for every day I'm gone. 

 Thankfully not. But you know, we're old money so it would'nt shock me if we had SOMEONE who did something with rockets at some point. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Missing you | Carter/Samuel

[carteratkins]

  Once the door was opened, Carter grinned, noting how nice Samuel looked in his button down shirt and nice, tight pants. Before he could comment on it thoguh, he was pulled into a kiss, which he happily melted into as he took a few steps inside, allowing Sam to take control which he did right off the bat. Not that it wasn’t welcomed because it definitely was.

"What do you mean this time? I was on time last time, wasn’t I?" He asked, slipping out of his jacket, setting it down, and out of the way and taking a moment to really take in the other’s appearance. "That sounds great." He raised a hand to semi-awkwardly scratch at the back of his head. "Jesus. I feel so fucking under dressed. I didn’t feel like changing, I swear I can wear sweatpants all day, every day, and I figured we weren’t going anywhere.. I hope you don’t mind." 

[thatwritersamuel]

Sam grinned as other melted into his kiss, rather enjoying how easy the affection came with the other boy. Sam laughed softly as he folded his arms over his chest as the other slipped out of his jacket. "I meant the other time. Remember? Belt over your ass?" He said, wiggling his fingers a little before glancing over to check the food in the kitchen, thankfully which wasn't on fire before looking back at Carter. 

"Why would I mind? Look, if I makes you feel better..." Sam simply started to undo his top buttons till his shirt was totally open, exposing his abs and chest before he started to roll up the sleeves of the shirt till they stopped at his elbows. In an attempt to change his look into a more casual, relaxed one. "Better? Or not?" He asked as he gave a little spin before smiling over at the boy. "Honestly. You could take those off if you wanted, walk around my apartment naked. I'd hardly complain about the sight" He pointed out as he started to head back into the kitchen, before picking up the spoon again to peer down at the pasta. "Looks good." 

[thatwritersamuel]

Private

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

  Yes Daddy, I will be…over shortly. 

And by the end of it all, I doubt you’ll want to set me free.

[thatwritersamuel]

Good boy.  That's quite a claim, we'll see how well you are as a kept boy Walker. Don't disappoint me. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Private

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

  ..Which of those three would you prefer to be called?

[thatwritersamuel]

...How about Daddy. 

[jonassabbott]

  I’m glad you approve. It is a quite a claim, but it’s true. People find me almost childlike. Why wouldn’t you? Would you like to be? I am, or at least a little bit. I can’t draw for anything, and I can read sheet music about as well as I can read Mandarin, but photography is different. It’s all about perspective. I think you’re right. It’s a definite necessity. Everyone needs to shut out the world every now and then.

Glad to know I’m not alone in the competitiveness of siblings.

I- uhm. Thank you.

[thatwritersamuel]

So why do they think you're childlike? Out of curiosity? I mean...I'd like to be but I did'nt want to simply assume I'd find out such things. You can read Mandairn? That's certainly a feat. Mostly people can't. Well, actually, statistically more people speak that than English but you understand my point.So you'll forgive me if I drop off the earth for a few days. Every now and again. I'll be back. I always am.  

 Totally. My older sister is a lawyer and my other sister is literately a brain surgeon. True competing with that. 

You're welcome. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Missing you | Carter/Samuel

[carteratkins]

  Carter, without a doubt, missed Samuel. It’d been almost a week since they’d seen one another, and while it wasn’t a long time, it was long enough for Carter to miss the other mans company, and luckily for him, the feeling seemed to be mutual. It didn’t come too much as a surprise to him seeing as the two of them got along rather well from the get go. He had plans to stay in tonight, watch a movie, maybe and get some sleep, but when Sam invited him over, well, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want to see him.

He’d taken a shower an hour or so ago, and he thought about changing out of his sweatpants, but came to the conclusion that he probably wouldn’t even be in them for long before he grabbed the necessities and was out the door. The traffic at this time wasn’t as bad, but he still managed to get to Sam’s place in a matter of twenty minutes.

By the time he was walking up to the other’s door, he glanced down at the time on his phone, noticing that he’d arrived at almost exactly seven. He knocked on the door, awaiting the other to appear on other side and allow him entrance.

[thatwritersamuel]

Samuel glanced up at the knock to his door and smiled, taking the spoon from the pasta and dropping it on the counter as he walked towards the door. He took a moment to check how he looked in the mirror before deciding he looked hot enough and moved to open the door. His eyes fell onto the other boy with a bright happy 100 watt smile. "Carter!" the writer said before reaching up to grab a fistful of Carter's shirt and tugged him into a kiss before closing the door behind him. 

"And you're early this time. I'm rather proud." He teased as he leaned as he finally leaned away from the other boy. "Er...I just put the pasta on, so we have a little time. To you know, relax." he said as he flicked his eyes up and down the other boys body. He couldn't help but note the others sweatpants with a little smile. 

Samuel somehow took it as a compliment that the other felt that relaxed about him. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Private

[thatwritersamuel]

moneyofwalker:

I’ll pretend to care.

How dramatic, fine I can play by the rules and I’ll be there. Why I need to show up in my limo with my driver is beyond me, not exactly the more crucial of details to remember. Anything else I need to know?

Un-huh.  It's not. Mostly I just wanted you to get your ass over here. I get the feeling you're going to be this sarcastic the entire few days, a'nt you? You call me sir, master, or daddy while you're here. Other than that, I can fill you in when you get here. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Private

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

  Good for you.

So, what happens now? I take it you plan to cash in all the time you’ve missed in and go for full ownership and control while you have me.

[thatwritersamuel]

Yes. It was.  You'd guess right. You get into your fancy little limo and drive over to my loft. When you get here, you strip every down to your underwear - which, I'd rather request you wear something slutty. But if you don't have it. I hardly mind. You kneel on the floor till I'm ready for you. I'll l test how good you are at taking orders. Might even hang you from the roof. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Private

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

  Well if you’ve had such a wonderful time without me then clearly you don’t need my presence and perhaps I’ll drop this whole thing.

Might as well make it the night as well, seeing as you’ll undoubtedly want to keep your prize for the last night for one final send off. Unless you don’t think you can handle owning someone like me for that length of time.

[thatwritersamuel]

Not what I meant. Don't pout Walker. I won't deny wishing I could have more time with you. And more of it minus the clothes. You're presence is undeniable. I simply meant I had a few adventures.  That's cute. I'm sure I can handle you for that length of time. It would a pleasure, even, to keep little beautiful thing like you for that long. To use and abuse. If you're comfortable with that length of time. So I am. 

[jonassabbott]

  Well, thank you. You’re right. Fooled is strong. Enchanted is better. Please, as far as anyone in the real world knows, I’m too innocent to be a Disney Prince. Behind closed doors may be a different story, but I can neither confirm nor deny that rumor. I like to think I’m not quite charming enough to be a Disney prince. No, I completely get it. As a creative outlet, I like photography. Sometimes I just go out with my camera, and my headphones and snap whatever I see. It’s very therapeutic, and I definitely get wanting to just fall off the Earth for awhile and be in your own creative world.

Well, that’s very nice of you to say. I’ve begun to feel like “Carter’s Twin” is my name around here. It’s nice to have some differentiation between us.

[thatwritersamuel]

Enchanted is certainly better. And as a writer. I approve of your choice. Oh? Far too innocent? That's quite a claim to make. That is a interesting rumour, however. I won't pretend to assume I'd be the person able to find out if that's true or not. So you're creative? Exactly. Sometimes I put on an old black and white movie to get into the right headspace for my writing. Just...shut out of the world for a while. Being in your own creative world, for people with creative souls. Is a necessity. I think. 

 I have two sisters. I'm aware of what it's like to feel like you're compared to your siblings. 

You're Jonas. And trust me. I'm sure you're attractive in very different ways. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Private

[summer-storyteller-deactivated2]

  You can accuse me all you like, you just have to live with the fact you could have done this weeks ago if you’d just took a chance.

No blood, no cuts and don’t even thinking about anything involving bathroom issues. Apart from that, I doubt there’s anything you could do to shock me; planning to try and impress me with your domination skills then are you? Fine, how long do you plan on owning me? That will depend just how many meetings I have to cancel.

[thatwritersamuel]

I think I'll live. I've had a fairly good time the last few weeks even without taking control of you.   Bathroom stuff is never my things. So no worries about that. At least return the favour of "biggest rush" of the week. How about a day and a night? So two days. I'll let you go the next night. 

[thatwritersamuel]

Missing you | Carter/Samuel

Sam just stirred the pasta with a large wooden spoon as peered down at it with a little bit of a smile. He was excited to see Carter again. It felt like an actual age since he'd actually seen the boy in the flesh. Though it was easy to admit that was mostly his fault. He'd gotten caught up in the writers festival and a few new chapters of his book and left the Hook Up app closed while he did it. 

He was dressed in a buttoned up black shirt, with the top few buttons to expose his chest and a pair of tight jeans that showed off his ass. Which, hopefully the other was eager to admire. 

His eyes flicked across to flick open his phone to check the time. It was almost seven. So the boy wasn't quite late yet. Though, with no threat of a belting, he doubted Carter would be running late at all.