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Enough was enough. Richard had been trying to get ahold of president Young all day. But, every email was met with an automated out of building reply, every phone-call to his secretary ended with a he's in a meeting, call back later. It wasn't like Richard had a million pressing things to discuss. But, he only tried to talk to Brennan maybe once or twice a year outside of campus staff events. But, today, he'd be heard. Knocking frantically on the heavy double doors to his office, Richard announces himself quickly before opening and shutting the door behind him less he get caught by his secretary. "President Young, this will only take a minute of your ti-fuck!" Richard exclaimed, dropping his notes and turning away from the man at the desk, stroking himself to porn that had clearly not been audible from the outside. What were those doors made of. "S-Sir, I aplogize, your secretary said I was okay to come up," That certainly had not been true, he snuck right past when she went to the restroom. His breath had become pitched and static and he stayed facing the wall, not knowing exactly what to do next.

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Arthur had no shame when it came to enjoying things like strippers and sex shows. He’d gone out with a few of his coworkers after work to the local bar for a few drinks, then sauntered off to the other club for the show. He’d walked in just in time to catch the end of Wesley’s performance, licking his lips at the other’s perfection strutting around on the stage. His eyes were focused, like a hawk ready for a meal as thin fabric barely covered a bulge that had the man’s lips wetting in anticipation. He waited a few moments, grabbing a drink before making his move towards the back rooms, finding what he had been told by the club owner he’d been friends with to where Wesley had been stationed for the night. There was no real subtly now as he opened the door, sipping his beer bottle and making a show of ogling the other’s shower body. “Oh no. Don’t worry about me just yet.” He said, nodding with the beer bottle as he took another sip. “You’ve got until this is done before I’m gonna want to get my hands on you. More specifically, that.” He motioned to the other’s cock with a showy lick of his lips before taking a seat to enjoy the show. “What’s your name: Christmas cookie or cinnamon or something like that?”

Looking through the glass barrier seeing the older, objectively hot as fuck man sitting there with a beer in one hand and a lascivious look in his eyes told Wesley he was in for one interesting show. He reached a hand up to rest against the glass, slowly rocking his hips back and forth to make his large heavy cock slide slowly over the glistening surface as he listened to the man “Well, nice to know I’ve got a little time to get myself ready before you want to play with a few things” he said cheekily, taking a moment to just look at the man’s face “It’s Wesley… though cinnamon would be a good name since a lot of people have tried to take a lot of me in their mouth as some kind of challenge” he joked, pushing himself back from the little barrier and getting back under the spray.

He made a little bit of a show out of cleaning himself up, running a bar of soap over his chest and letting the suds slowly form over his firm muscular body. He tilted his head back, the water rushing over his face and hair, a soft little whimper coming out when his hand moved lower and wrapped around the base of his cock and stroked it a few times just to show off it’s length to the other man “So, what about you? What can I call you… wanna know what I’m gonna moan when you come play with this” he spoke in such pointedly lustful tones, wanting to make sure he was giving this man the kind of show he deserved while the steam slowly built up in the little room he was in.

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Carlos was in a particularly good mood today and that only meant bad things were to come. He had been in this position one too many times to not know that a great morning always came with a terrible afternoon. TK and him were going to celebrate their second anniversary this weekend and they had a great party planned for it. But there was something about waking up with TK in his arms and getting to watch him sleep for a little that made every day feel like a good one. But it was too good. Nothing had gone wrong with his day so far and it had his nerves on edge. Every call he'd gotten had ended peacefully and normally and that was definitely not the normal for Austin. Austin was proudly weird and everything today had been mundane. So the call for a mad scientist needing to be taken into custody had felt only natural to him.

When he got to the scene, he saw Nancy at the ambulance and asked her where he was. Turned out the guy's experiments had turned on him and he was inside, requiring both medical and him. He made his way inside and felt his heart jump a little as he saw TK there with the guy. He was about to make his way over to them when he saw the electricity start to build up in the station where they were. He could recognize some magnets or something, but he had no idea what it was. All he could tell was that it was about to go off again. "TK, move!" he screamed, trying to run to get him out of the way, but before he could, it seemed to go crazy and in a huge flash of light, went off right at TK. When the light dulled again, he saw TK flat on the ground, disoriented, but otherwise unharmed. "Who the fuck didn't turn this off?" he screamed, watching people rush in to do it. He ran over to TK and knelt by him, hand cupping his face. "Are you ok?" He could feel the actual medics wanting to get to TK, so he stepped back and let them in, watching TK concernedly, but focusing himself on slapping the cuffs on the guy he was here for, knowing medical was done with him from Nancy.

Johnny Storm was a public figure, he didn't hide behind some mask, or a secret identity, Johnny Storm was the Human Torch and vice versa, it was his face out there on magazines, interviews, the news while saving the world and it made moments like this really, really heated.

Oliver was a professional athlete which should have made it more balanced but the hero was still half in his costume, laying on his bed with the pants long gone, and the top tugged up under his arms as he blushed and reached down, a hand behind each knee to lift his legs up and spreading himself wide, showing off that tight, hero hole.

　　"weston. come over here, please." the counsellor was glad he could catch the dancer free after his performance. after being personally invited, the least he wanted to do was to personally thank him for it. walter was a lover of the fine arts, and an advocate to support them through and through - but his position as an unbiased counsellor had made him underestimate the strength and passion of a certain young man that had come to his office in a moment of struggle. perhaps he could look into different majors, he brought up. perhaps his choice to pursue dancing could be reevaluated, put it to the side in favour of broadening his horizons. but the glare that young man gave him was enough for walter to know he was not buying what he was selling.

　　— just come watch me perform first before you assume i can't hack it.

　　so he did. walter had sat through the entire performance, his eyes fixed on the young bradley weston the entire time. the grace and ferocity in every move he did was fascinating, and had the older man entranced throughout the evening. by the stage door walter waited, with a small plush in his hands - flowers could have looked highly inappropriate, while chocolate seemed tricky to gift to a dancer who would likely have some sort of dietary restrictions. so he settled on a plush, a bear in a leotard seemed fun enough. the gift was extended towards brad as soon as he responded to the counsellor's call. "congratulations. consider me beyond impressed."

“All I’m saying is that Shrek 2 is the superior film in the Shrek franchise and that’s why we should watch it today.” Tyler made his case from the counter where he was mixing away at a bowl homemade cookie dough. He always made the something when he and Seth decompressed together after the gym. Homemade snack, movie, chill. Not always in that order. “Plus, it makes for the perfect turn-your-brain off movie. I don’t need to watch something I have to pay too much attention. I’m beat, you’re beat. Let’s just chill with a comfort watch, yeah?” Tyler flashed Seth his best convincing smile to where he sat on the couch. It was his tried and true tactic that usually got him what he wanted, but the debate over what to watch always came first. Another tradition. “What’re you thinking today, bro, chocolate chip or something a little more adventurous?”

While not being obscenely wealthy, Michael did very well for himself, the founder and CEO of a very successful business. So, when all the bills were paid and everything that needed to be attended to was, Michael allowed himself to have a little fun with the pocket change he had left. Namely, bidding on his favorite cam boy's auction. He didn't follow many, usually boring himself after a while. But, Cameron was different. His demeanor, his voice, his medically-defying cock. He drove Michael mad with want. Sometimes he'd run to the bathroom if he got a notification that Cameron was going live, needed to lighten his load before getting back to work. So, when Cameron announced he was giving the highest tipper a night to remember, he didn't think twice, sending a bid he knew no one else would match. And they didn't.

The two exchanged few words, getting right down to business, which was more than fine by him. It skirted around him getting tongue-tied around a man he basically viewed as a celebrity. Soon after that, they got naked, and heated, and sloppy and wet. Just the way Michael liked it. They meant well, starting out on the bed, proper. But, as Michael suspected, Cameron fucked hard. His thrusts shoved his body along the width of the bed, until half his body was hanging off of it. He was too stupid on dick to notice until his head almost hit the floor. "You're going to fuck me off the bed, Cameron." Michael grumbled, trying to keep himself composed in front of the star, but it was becoming increasingly hard. He could feel his massive, furry pecs bouncing with every thrust. Selfishly, he wondered what he looked like. "Give me your best shot. I can take it." Michael replied, seriously. But, on the inside, was dying to be the man's personal cum-dump.