guaranteed, i can blow your mind #mwah

An over-the-phone fortune teller had its ups and downs, but the most convenient perk had to be able to hear that satisfying ping of his paypal alerting him the transfer went through ten minutes after his last call. The park was quiet in the early mornings — minus the elderly and screaming birds — and it had been a nice spot to concentrate. The coffee shop across the street was a plus. Fingers dropped the pendulum he’d been using onto the stone tabletop, fingers clasping around his disposable cup, eyes fixed on the swirling steam.

The hustle and bustle of his job had often forced Camden to find solace in his morning jogs across the park. Sure, he was groggy at such an early hour, but the jog always did a damn good job of waking him up. Thankfully the weather was cool — but not enough to warrant Camden swapping out his tanktop for a shirt. The lad was content with following the stone walkway on his run to soak up the sights of the random jogger or an elderly couple walking their dog... but when he saw a boy seated at a table and staring into his cup, Cam welcomed a break. He ran a hand through his hair in a quick attempt to style back the sweaty mess and walked over. “So, what is it you do with that?” he asked curiously, nodding down at the pendulum. Even after a tiring jog, his usual dopey grin was beginning to form.

“You better control your eyes. Lucky for me I am a bar owner then.” Max grinned lightly as he looked at Cam, he liked having Cam’s hand on his thigh. “You can ask him if you want, I am sure he won’t say no to you he doesn’t know the meaning of that word,” Max smirked slightly as he took off for his apartment. “He is working until late tonight.”

Cam couldn’t hold back the laugh, shaking his head and grinning fondly at the thought of Lyall’s stubbornness. “You’re right about that, but you deserve some serious kudos for putting up with him when he can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, man.” His hand gently squeezed, kneading his fingertips into the thigh that was guarded by Max’s pesky pair of jeans. “Then he can maybe join us later, but it looks like you get more time with just me,” Cam stated with a wink toward the driver.

Grant would reply to the cute boy, but he had more important things in mind. Like all the positions he wanted to fuck that delicious ass he revealed when he yanked Cam’s shorts down. He smiled when the other sighed his name like that. He needed to make sure the other moaned his name like that. He groaned as Camden caressed his hair and grabbed it. “So that’s what you do? You make people go horny and just go for their needs?” he asked before biting one of the cheeks, a bit harder than he intended but still without causing any harm. “I’ll get to that in a second. But I’m a guy with gemstone manipulation powers and a big cock so you need to be properly prepared.” Grant gave a kiss to the puckered entrance, moaning at the taste and the influx of Camden’s scent. “But if you keep going like that, I might just shove my cock inside you just to see how much I can make you moan” After that, Grant went to rim the guy, sliding his tongue inside that hot body, his hands grabbing and squeezing that desirable ass as he tongued deeper and deeper. At this point, Grant’s cock was fully hard and he had to pull down his own shorts, revealing that throbbing monster to Camden.

Camden chuckled from the man’s quick synopsis of his power. “There’s more to it than that, but you’re definitely on the right track,” he explained with his smirk never faltering. He knew that he could explain more — and he most certainly had a few questions and concerns about gemstones. Yet when a kiss had teased him and the other’s tongue had breached his entrance, Cam had more on his mind than to keep a conversation adequately going. “Jesus, fuck,” he moaned, gripping tighter onto the arm of the treadmill with one hand and balling up his fist even tighter into Grant’s hair with the other. Cam unashamedly pulled his face closer, attempting to help the hot, wet tongue reach even further into his body. His head dropped and his lids fell half-shut while he enjoyed the man’s tongue spreading him open. However... the sight below him made Cam’s eyes widen back immediately: Grant’s impressive cock standing free just underneath him. The size gave merit to the man’s offer of possibly shoving in anyway — that was for sure. His own need was bubbling up twofold and Cam began to push his hips back to ride Grant’s tongue, even pushing his ass further into the other witch’s hands. “Please, Grant,” the boy whined. 

Skyler knew that Camden would want him to do more than beg for his cock. He moved forward and pulled his shirt off, not even caring that they were in a public space. The young Richards was shameless, pulling the other man for a rather dirty kiss, his hands roaming down his body. Pulling away after a moment, he got onto his knees and opened his mouth. “Please, sir.”

Camden welcomed the kiss and matched the hunger that the other gave. When their lips parted, he made sure to give a nibble on Skyler’s lower lip. "Such a slut already,” he mused, enjoying the sight of the kneeling and shirtless boy. Cam closed off distance between them and pulled Sky into his bulge, connecting the open set of lips to the growing tent of his shorts. “Go ahead, baby boy.”

Trick question, obviously. There is no such thing as having one dick too many.

But for real, I only have so many hands and holes... Two dicks can share all my attention. Three is pushing it but doable. After four it’s an uncontrollable party.

Skyler watched Camden’s movements, watching the sweat drip down his neck and body. The lust was making him want to get on his knees and beg for the other man to do just that. “I want you to fuck me, sir.” He repeated with a nod of his head. Glancing around, he didn’t mind giving everyone a show. “Yes, Cam. Right here and right now. Where everyone can see me taking your cock.”

The eagerness the other brought was already making a tent in his shorts. Cam readjusted himself and lazily stroked himself a bit as he hardened up. The younger witch folded his arms over his chest when Skyler finished speaking. His smirk could even be heard in his tone, “Then show me.” Camden shrugged. The pheromones were certainly doing their job but he wanted to see just how much of it was kicking in and affecting Sky. “I don’t think you’ve earned getting fucked just yet... How about you get down on your knees and show me how bad you need my dick?”

Max grinned lightly, he looked up at the other man. “I am sure you will, don’t let me catch you.” He liked the feeling of the other man checking him out, he bit his bottom lip slightly. “Oh, do you think so? I kind of like that idea honestly.” Max smirked feeling the other man’s hand on his chest. He pulled back knowing that Cam was right. “Okay, let’s go to my place.” He walked over to his car unlocking it.

“I swear - you’re going to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. I wish I knew a cool bartender,” he teased as he climbed into Max’s car. Cam didn’t waste any time though to maintain body contact; as soon as he buckled up, his hand was flattened on the inside of the man’s thigh. “Yeah? I’ll be sure to ask him next time I see him,” Camden stated, relaxing into his seat and pushing his feet to the back of the floor to get comfortable. “Or we could just ask him together and expedite that process, honestly.” 

Grant smiled seductively to the other male and winked an eye again. What was with him? Because, honestly, seducing a guy in a gym and then fucking him to oblivion? That was typical of him. But not this fast. “Really? Then how about we begin to undress and just fuck our fuckable-selves?” he said with a grin, panting a bit. He clenched the gemstone in his hand, and it became smaller and smaller by the second. Any gem-based aura could only do so much in such short notice and Grant was still learning how to do them. He raised an eyebrow as the other male confirmed some of his suspicions. “Oh really? I’m not like most guys… but let me guess: You are making me want to... pin you up and ravish you?” he said, getting a bit closer to breathe in the other’s scent. It was intoxicating. “I’m Grant. Grant Phillips. And I want you to moan my name” he said as the gem turned into dust. Then, Grant was behind Camden and he pulled down his shorts, going to eat his ass up right then and there, spreading the other’s cheeks, needing to have that boy right now. 

What an introduction. “You never told me what you can do, though,” he pointed out. Cam was actually thankful that he had accidentally been pumping his scent out in the first place now that the man had apparently fully succumbed to his urges. “I told you one of my applications, so fair’s fair, bro.” The explanation of not being like most guys had intrigued the lad but he didn’t have much time to think as his shorts were yanked to his ankles. “Fuck, Grant,” he sighed as cool air hit the sweat of his bare body, coupled with the firm grip spreading his cheeks apart. “You’re making it pretty fucking easy for that to happen...” The younger of the two witches glanced over his shoulder, smirking at the sight of Grant lustfully gazing down at his ass. Camden took the opportunity to lean onto the side of the treadmill, using an arm to prop himself up. His free hand reached around to thread his fingers through the man’s hair. “Me? I’m not making you do anything.” He chuckled, “I was accidentally aerating the place up - not that I’m complaining now. It only makes you do what you need the most... which is apparently to ‘pin me up and ravish me.’” Cam curled his fingers, lightly tugging at the hair in his grasp. He pushed down to guide Grant’s face closer to his ass, never breaking off the use of his scent while they spoke. 

I like dick WAY too much to ever call myself a top.

But I also fuck too much to ever be called a bottom!

#verslife

“Yeah? Then clear your afternoon, I’m headed over.”

Bondage, orgasm denial, and also there’s possibly a rape roleplay fantasy that’s been lingering for a minute. 

“Yeah? Actions speak louder than words, soooo... I better get first class tickets to see, amigo!”

Sebastian’s gonna get this honorary title. I’m getting hard just thinking about what that boy can do.

I’ll let my family pride only take up 2/3 of the answer, how’s that?

I’d say Lyall, Sebastian, and I’ll let my thirst get to me Ricardo.

I know that visuals are a treat and I’m not against getting it on my face or anything. But my favorite?

Anywhere in me. Either ass or throat please, thanks.