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Clint would be home earlier that night if it wasn’t one of those nights were he and his dad would have dinner together, since Clint was clearly the best cook of the house, he had the responsabily to make everything happen, since buying whatever he needs to make the food to get the table set, sound a lot but he didn’t mind it at all, that’s what he calls having fun in the kitchen. He bought some chicken, vegetables, honey, green seasonings, fresh tomatoes and onions, fish and some olives, his skills were getting better and better with time and in about an hour everything was ready, getting the table set and finishing his job for the night. — Here we go, dad. — He brought everything to the table, serving his father first — Tahini roasted chicken with onions and tomato sauce to you, and honey & lemons roast sea bass with olives to me. — Clint sitted by the table already staring at his sea bass — Please don’t use your hands this time.

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Adrian scoffed, "God, will you let that go? You're supposed to use your hands for Ethiopian food." He gave his son a little hug from behind before sitting down, "Everything smells delicious, Clint." He eyed Clint's meal, fork hovering, "Mind if I steal a bite of yours?"

#getawayclint

libertarianhumanitarian

“We live in a culture where the highest compliment a parent can receive is that his or her kid is ‘well behaved’ (read: docile). When strangers in restaurants tell us how ‘good’ our daughter is, they don’t mean she is admirable in an ethical sense but merely that she hasn’t been a nuisance to them. No wonder people declare matter-of-factly that it’s simply unrealistic to do without treats and threats: these tactics may indeed be necessary if our goal is to produce children who spend their lives just doing what they’re told.”

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Alfie Kohn

#getawayclint #clintspiration

calcarlisle:

“I guess telling you that after I work on your jawline, I’m not letting you leave here without fucking my ass would be even more unprofessional, huh?” Cal asks with a cheeky grin as he slaps the now noticeably fatter and longer cock on his lips. Before he slurps back down on Adrian’s improved cock, he strokes that super defined six pack and says, “but really, you already have a strong jawline. I don’t know why you’d want me to fuss with it, to be honest,”

“Oh yeah, horribly unprofessional of you to ride my cock. So unprofessional that you should probably go twice.” Adrian pulled Cal off of his dick by his hair, “Wait, what does my jawline have to do with anything?” This was the first chance he’d had a chance to look at his enhanced cock outside of the silver fox’s throat. Adrian’s eyes went wide, it still looked like his cock, just bigger. “What the fuck...”

#calcarlisle

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unprecedentededict:

Adrian followed the other in, trying not to keep his eyes glued to the young man’s ass. He was in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which bulged obscenely with anticipation. “Well aren’t you going offer me something to eat?”

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“Oh, right, I am so sorry. How rude of me.” Wyatt spoke with a grin as he reached the couch. He slowly pushed his short-shorts down just over the curve of his fat ass, showing off the naked butt to the man as he slowly bent over. He leaned forward on the arm of the couch and arched his back to show off his ass. Wyatt looked back to the older man and smirked, swaying his hips from side to side. “Dig in.”

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Adrian made the sign of the cross before falling to his knees behind Wyatt, "That is exactly the snack I was hoping for." His ass was even better in person, because it fucking bounced. Adrian grabbed a cheek in each hand, lifting them then letting them fall. He lightly bit the right buttcheek before spreading them and exposing his vulnerable hole. "You pulled out lube and a condom the moment you knew I was coming over right?" He swiped his tongue quickly over Wyatt's hole.

#wyatthalliwells

ineffectualdemon

How to determine if a kids injury is serious or not

offer them “medicinal chocolate” if they stop crying it’s fine if they carry on crying/refuse the chocolate then it’s serious

#getawayclint

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unprecedentededict:

Adrian got dressed as quickly as he could in the state he was in. He wrote a quick note and some cash for dinner for his son as he left Wyatt wasn’t kidding about it being close by. He actually got there quicker on foot than he would have by car, though that was more from getting to walk straight through the park rather than drive around it. Luckily not through the playground part.

He knocked on Wyatt’s door, still not totally convinced this was happening.

Wyatt was sitting on the couch in his living room, wearing a baggy t-shirt with a pair of short-shorts that hugged his ass and showed it off. When he heard the knock at the door, Wyatt stood up with a smile and walked over, opening it. “Hey!” He said with a grin. “Come on in.” He nodded before turning and walking back into his apartment, shaking his ass at the other man as he moved.

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Adrian followed the other in, trying not to keep his eyes glued to the young man's ass. He was in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which bulged obscenely with anticipation. "Well aren't you going offer me something to eat?"

#wyatthalliwells

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calcarlisle:

Cal picked up the card that listed the things the client wanted, and unsurprisingly given the client’s comment, a “bigger, bubbly ass” was listed. Along with “slightly thicker, +2-3” on cock,” “more sensitive nipples” and “stronger jawline.” Part of Cal hoped that the plastic surgeons wouldn’t get pissed at him.

Turning on some soft music and lighting a candle, he stepped out of his shoes and grabbed some warming massage oil and spread it across the man’s calves. Working his way up slowly, he concentrated on adding a little more definition to the man’s legs. Just enough that he’d always look freshly worked out. Slipping upwards, he removed the towel and started to work the man’s ass over. He applied his strength and power with care, penetrating the muscles to relax them away while working his special skills into it. Cal preferred to bottom, but as he gradually and subtly made Adrian’s ass perkier and rounder, he was sorely tempted to rim the guy. Focusing on the job at hand, he kept on massaging up the man’s lower back, upper back, and arms before asking, (without replacing the towel) “could you turn over for me?”

Adrian’s legs felt like they were heating up, it was soothing. He didn’t know if Cal was using a different oil or what. When he touched his ass it felt like it was on fire, but that feeling went straight to his cock. The warmth had just started to fade when Cal asked him to turn over, strangely none of that feeling was on his back or arms. Adrian’s cheeks were pink as he turned over, “Sorry about that.” The fact that Cal had gotten a bit of oil of his booty shorts, making the red jockstrap underneath stand out wasn’t making things any easier for him. His cock bounced slightly as he apologized, standing almost straight up, leaning slightly to the left.

misterwright

“Not the first time I’ve seen one, probably not the last today, if I’m lucky,” Was Cal’s cheeky reply as he worked over the man’s biceps from the front, giving them just a little extra to look delicious when Adrian wore a collared polo for brunch or golf looking down at the man’s cock, he had to smile. The man’s cock really didn’t need the girth or length, but after he was done with it? He’d have to take it for a spin. For quality assurance reasons.

“Now, some clients are surprised about the next bit,” Cal says as he works over Adrian’s pecs and nipples, increasing their sensitivity before his talented fingers stroked over the forming abs, increasing density and definition, “But I swear it’s a necessary part of the treatment to target the areas listed in your intake survey,”

Having said this, Cal leaned forward over Adrian and pressed his lips against the man’s cock at the same time he hands began to stroke it, applying his power to girth and length as he began to properly and sloppily blow the man.

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Adrian's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. He didn't know just how much difference experience made. His cock felt like it was on fire, but in the best possible way. "This doesn't seem very professional." His hand came up to play with the older man's short hair. He really was gorgeous, and not having to worry about whether or not to come onto Cal was relaxing him, so he wasn't completely wrong about it being necessary. "I am so not complaining though." He felt like he was getting harder with each bob of Cal's head

#calcarlisle

wyatthalliwells:

Wyatt: Well, come on over then. Wyatt: [GPS LOCATION] Wyatt: I’ll be waiting. (:

Wyatt smirked as he sent that last message, leaning back on his couch, waiting for the other man to arrive.

Adrian got dressed as quickly as he could in the state he was in. He wrote a quick note and some cash for dinner for his son as he left Wyatt wasn’t kidding about it being close by. He actually got there quicker on foot than he would have by car, though that was more from getting to walk straight through the park rather than drive around it. Luckily not through the playground part.

He knocked on Wyatt’s door, still not totally convinced this was happening.

#wyatthalliwells

mayormichaelflakewoods:

“You have more luck asking the Gazette that question then me, seems they have more luck getting the information before it comes to my office.” Michael replied after placing the glass back into the bar infront of him.

“They weren’t always that fast, right? You think they’ve got one of them telepaths on the staff now?” Adrian downed his whiskey. He liked the burn.

#mayormichealflakewoods

calcarlisle:

Cal picked up the card that listed the things the client wanted, and unsurprisingly given the client’s comment, a “bigger, bubbly ass” was listed. Along with “slightly thicker, +2-3” on cock,” “more sensitive nipples” and “stronger jawline.” Part of Cal hoped that the plastic surgeons wouldn’t get pissed at him.

Turning on some soft music and lighting a candle, he stepped out of his shoes and grabbed some warming massage oil and spread it across the man’s calves. Working his way up slowly, he concentrated on adding a little more definition to the man’s legs. Just enough that he’d always look freshly worked out. Slipping upwards, he removed the towel and started to work the man’s ass over. He applied his strength and power with care, penetrating the muscles to relax them away while working his special skills into it. Cal preferred to bottom, but as he gradually and subtly made Adrian’s ass perkier and rounder, he was sorely tempted to rim the guy. Focusing on the job at hand, he kept on massaging up the man’s lower back, upper back, and arms before asking, (without replacing the towel) “could you turn over for me?”

Adrian’s legs felt like they were heating up, it was soothing. He didn’t know if Cal was using a different oil or what. When he touched his ass it felt like it was on fire, but that feeling went straight to his cock. The warmth had just started to fade when Cal asked him to turn over, strangely none of that feeling was on his back or arms. Adrian’s cheeks were pink as he turned over, “Sorry about that.” The fact that Cal had gotten a bit of oil of his booty shorts, making the red jockstrap underneath stand out wasn’t making things any easier for him. His cock bounced slightly as he apologized, standing almost straight up, leaning slightly to the left.

#calcarlisle

wyatthalliwells:

Wyatt: I guess I’m just wondering why you haven’t left yet. Wyatt: I mean, my apartment isn’t that far away. (;

Adrian: Partially cause you’re still claiming you sent that on accident

Adrian: Mostly I couldn’t both put on pants and take that little video

#wyatthalliwells #switch to para or start a new thread?

misterwright

Cal had worked in Finance on Wall Street for 20 years before he’d made enough to quit and open his own spa here in town. He’d gotten his massage therapy license simply because he wanted to be able to talk about the treatments his spa offered intelligently, and to cover his therapists when they went on vacations.

After the serum, he had started seeing one-time clients as requested. Having the ability to dramatically alter bodies through massage was his gift, and the spa was doing brisk business because of it.

Entering into the treatment room dressed in the white bootie shorts and white muscle tank with the logo of the spa emblazoned across the right pec, he smiles at the man laying on the massage table. “Hi, I’m Cal and I’ll be giving you your massage today. Was there anything you wanted me to focus on in particular?”

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Adrian had been going to the spa practically since it opened. He hadn’t had a chance to make an appointment since the town was shut down. Adrian lay on the massage table, under only a towel, “I don’t mean to sound like a porno, but my ass is really sore, can you work on that?” He’d never had Cal work on him before. Adrian wondered if he’d end up on some sort of watchlist for taking his massuese home and fucking the shit out of him. Then he started reviewing facts from his LSAT review, an old trick to keep an erection at bay.

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mayormichaelflakewoods

It had been a tough few weeks since the explosion, development of abilities and then the army surrounding the town, not allowing people in or out of the town. Being the Mayor of Flakewoods it was his job to take charge, but not even he knew what was going in. He was the point of contact with the army and to the people in charge of the situation, but having not heard anything in days, it made Michael become worried about what they had planned. As we find Michael, he was sitting at the bar of a small pub, which he called his local with a glass of whiskey between his fingers as he let out a heavy sigh, before taking a sip of the brown liquid.

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Adrian slipped into the stool next to the Mayor, and ordered his own whiskey, “I don’t suppose you’ve got any word on when they’re going to decide whether this is actually a quarantine or not.” Adrian itched to start writing appeals, but there was little he could do while they were just throwing around soldiers with their dicks in their hands.