Doug Deeson's musings

I dozed for a bit, but I was awake and watching him sleep as he slowly began to stir and came awake.  He stretched, arms going over his head, feet extending.  He lay naked on the bed and I lay beside him watching.  As with a lot of men, his hand reached down to adjust the boys and he stopped.  He sat up and looked down, hand still holding the plastic encasing him. He looked again.  Clear plastic enclosed him.  The ring pulled his balls tight. I’m surprised he didn’t notice it as soon as he woke up, but he’d been used well by the two of us all afternoon, after his baseball practice, the poor boy had literally passed out still covered in sweat and cum, he’d sunk into a deep sleep.  Now as he came awake to find his cock caged, he reacted as anyone would.  “What the fuck,” he yelled.    We had discussed using a cage and had agreed to try it, as a play item, though, not a lifestyle (at least at first). It was something we’d both wanted to t...

He stood at the trail head, the valley stretched out before him, a sea of trees that seemed to stretch on forever. He couldn’t see an open field, nor a large stream where he’d had such a momentous afternoon. Just trees.  Looking down the path before him he could see it slope down into the green shaded bower that the valley represented. And he could feel the draw, the need to follow that path.  The tug, stronger now that he was here, urging him onward, almost pulling him down the trail. He’d packed as he did for most of his hikes, a large collapsible tripod, selfie stick, coffee supplies, these were always in his go bag, along with clean socks and underwear, some snacks.  The pack was heavy, but it was all that he’d need for his time in the woods. He stood at the trail head, lost in his thoughts, he stared, unseeing, out across the valley. His focus, or lack of it, shifted and he stared down the path, without thinking, he took a step, then another. Unconsciously he proce...

 We’d had a little spat that morning, nothing crazy, just one of those things couples get into, but I left angry.  My anger didn’t last long, and I realized how trivial the whole thing had been, and at my first work break, I was ready to call and apologize.  But Jack called first.  He was still mad and said that we needed to talk.  We were both working, but he asked if I could swing by his work and discuss this morning.   I said I could. “Could you be here, around 1? I have a staff meeting at 2 and want this off my chest before I meet with my team?” he asked. “Sure, I’ll be there at one,” I said, and we disconnected. Work was work that morning and I left about 12:30 for the short drive to his workplace I arrived a few minutes before one and wandered through the store, saying hey to the few people I knew.   I got a few knowing looks and nods from a couple of them, as well, even though I was sure that they were wrong, given the icy day we’d been ...

I wake up the next morning and I’m kind of amazed that he’s still laying there by my side.   All 5’11” of his lean frame stretched out in my bed.   I lean on my arm and admire him for just a few moments, let my finger trace his bicep as he sleeps and then just glide across his chest.   But it’s morning and nature calls.   I get up and take care of that business, brush my teeth and splash some water on my face.   When I come out of the bathroom, he’s laying on the bed, left arm tucked behind his head, his hairy pit, on display, his bicep gently flexed.   There’s a smile in his eyes and I could fall into those things for days.   “You started something, before you went to the bathroom,” he says, and the smile spreads from his eyes to his lips.   Such a bright shinning smile.   I climb back into bed and lay across his torso, and I know he can feel my weight settle across him, as I stare into those beautiful eyes. I begin lowering my head slowly...

Did you ever meet your porn crush?  I’d been watching his videos for years.  Spanking out load after to load to his tall lean form, watching him bottom in scene after scene.  I fantasized that I was the top and that the moans he was making were entirely due to my cock in his ass.  He’s versatile though and after the first time I saw him top, I knew I wanted that as well. I was travelling recently, to the Keys, a nice airbnb, near a very private beach. I’d been there two days when I saw a familiar face at a local market.   And I though, it can’t be him, I didn’t approach to find out, but then later that day, there he was again, on the beach and now with his clothes off, I couldn’t deny that it was him. Like a crazy fan-gurl I decided that I had to introduce myself. And he couldn’t have been nicer.   We sat and chatted there in our beach chairs for a couple of hours and as the sun began to set, I got bold.   The boldest I’ve ever been and invited him...

You asked me what would I do with you, if I could and I’ve thought about it. I think, if you weren’t already naked when I arrive, and I would ask you to be, then I’d start with slowly stripping you down, dragging your clothes off your body, pulling your tee shirt up and over your head, pausing as each new feature of your torso is revealed to revel in it.   Sucking nipples, nibbling them, licking pits, biceps, then down across your lats to your hips, with my hands tugging on your tight pants, turning you around, so your ass is in my face, as I pull your pants down and off your ass, my tongue reaching out almost involuntarily, reflexively to flick your cheeks, using my hands to spread you, and delving with my tongue into those full cheeks and the treasure that lay between them. Pulling your pants, still further down, and off over your feet, caressing your calves and thighs as I trace my way back up your legs.   And just as I get to your ass, spinning you again so that you’re...

Joshua came awake, sweating and panting.  He could feel the blood rushing through his veins.  He could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful.  He recalled his dream only vaguely.  Tall lean men surrounded him, caressing him, long hair flowed around them, brushing his skin, he could still feel it’s sensual touch, their warm breath, their soft ethereal touch.  This was the third night in a row he’d had this dream.  This exact dream.  The last few weeks, ever since he’d woken up in the forest, he’d had variations on the that dream.  Erotically charged and incredibly realistic.  He’d wake each night with a powerful erection, sometimes with cum on his body, but mostly just hard and sweaty, like tonight. He couldn’t reconcile the events in the forest, they couldn’t have been real and yet he’d found the note, he wore the bracelet he couldn’t remove, something happened to him but what?   He just couldn’t understand what it was, coul...