Happy D-Day

Featured: Justin and Jarin

Well Done

Justin knew when he smelled chocolate. He headed for the kitchen, curious to see what Jarin was getting up to in the kitchen. He was so thoughtful and sweet and caring. He knew he loved chocolate. Hell, they both did. They could both admit they had a sweet tooth. Justin rounded the corner, into the kitchen to get a load of the chef at work. His eyebrows raised with the smile on his lips, "Well, hello, good lookin', what's cookin'?" Jarin looked back with a cheeky smile, "Who? Me?" Justin took a load of the sight. Jarin stood in the light coming through the small window. The light poured in and framed his naked body, bar the small pink apron he had tied on. And Justin sure was happy to see him from the back angle with his plump ass hanging out of the back of the apron with a little bow on the top. Granted, Justin was completely nude too. How else was a feller supposed to sleep? In clothes? Too confining. He stepped forward but was stopped by Jarin holding up a finger, "Ah, ah, ah. You gotta suit up if you're going to be in here, mister." He pointed to an apron hanging on the wall. Justin obliged with a smile, "Well, yessir. Call me your personal assistant." He pulled it over his head and tied the back. He made his way forward again, putting his hands on Jarin's hips, hooking his chin over his shoulder. "What's on the menu?" Jarin tucked his chin, giggling from the tickly whiskers rubbing on his cheek. He arched his back, pressing that booty up against Justin. He stirred the dark chocolate in the pot on the stove, “I thought maybe some brownies with icing on them.” Justin leaned back into Jarin, fiddling with his pink apron, “Oh yea? Mind if I alter that menu just a little? Just an addition, really.” Jarin slid his bottom lip out a little, “Hmm, pretty sure I call the shots in this kitchen. I’m the chef, after all.” Justin chuckled, nibbling on his earlobe, “Sure. You make the final decision, sir. But how will I ever learn if you don’t critique my work, huh? Tell you what, let me make you a lil’ somethin’ and you can let me know what I can do to improve, yea?” Jarin sighed sweetly, opening his neck up to Justin. The icing boiling on the stove wasn’t the only hot thing in the room. Justin smirked and kissed his neck gently, pulling Jarin’s hips back and swaying side to side, keeping rhythm like they were dancing. Jarin’s sweet sighs and quiet moans were the only sounds he needed in the morning. Justin reached up and gripped Jarin’s chest, rubbing his thumbs over his perky nipples through his apron. Jarin jolted a little, throwing his head back to moan happily. He dropped the spoon in the pan and turned around, grabbing Justin by the cheeks and kissing him back. Justin inhaled Jarin’s sweet breath and wrapped his arms around him tight. He ran a hand up his back, firm and hard across Jarin’s smooth skin. Jarin pushed his chest into Justin, conforming to his every touch. Justin slipped his thumbs underneath the apron, brushing over his nipples, pulling Jarin’s even closer. Jarin moaned loud, pulling his head back, breaking the string of saliva between their lips. Justin knew how to play his body like an expert. He knew exactly where to grab to set Jarin on fire! He felt like the icing in the pot, bubbling away, ready to ignite! Justin purred, relishing in his job-well-done manner of making Jarin lose any sense of composure. He held him close with one arm and ran the hand up his thigh, and grabbing a hold of that piece of ass, squeezing hard, “You ready for your treat?” Justin spun them both, lifting Jarin up onto the counter, kissing Jarin madly. He looked down at the pan of fresh brownie batter as Jarin hooked his arms around his neck. He smiled and dipped a finger into the batter. He pulled his lips off of Jarin’s long enough to dot the brownie batter on Jarin’s bottom lip. He grinned and chuckled, “How am I doing so fa-“ He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Jarin grabbed his hand and licked the batter off of his finger, licking his lips, looking up at Justin like he wanted more. Justin’s grin couldn’t have gotten filthier. He reached over and scooped up more batter. It quickly became a food fight as even Jarin joined in. Justin smeared the batter on Jarin’s chest, swirling his tongue around his nipple. It made Jarin arch his back and moan. In retaliation, he smeared batter on Justin’s neck and licked it off, biting at him rather firmly. Justin chuckled and shoved Jarin back on to the counter, raising a brow in a cocky sort of way, “So, chef, how’s my cookin’ so far?” Jarin bit his lip, spreading his legs around Justin, “Mmm, I’m far from well done. Better keep cooking, just to be safe. Wouldn’t wanna let me go to waste.” Justin had to comply with those fact, “Well, let’s get you nice and hot then.” Jarin pushed Jarin’s thigh down, leaving a healthy blob of smeared brownie batter on it. He ran his other hand up Jarin’s chest, pushing the apron up. He couldn’t be thorough if it was in the way. He scooped up more batter with a happy grin and gently slid his fingers up the shaft of Jarin’s dick. He looked him right in the eyes as he did it. He loved watching his bite his lip and arch his back, yanking his hand back and spilling the colorful sprinkles all over the counter. Justin gave him a wink as he looked up to him. Hell yea, he was finishing Jarin off. Jarin watched as Justin lowered himself between his legs. He flinched and trembled with anticipation. Just his touch alone had his head spinning. He panted hard, pushing his hips up to him. He could feel Justin’s breath tickle his delicate skin. He grabbed at his hair, reeling with desire. He gripped the counter hard, hooking his leg over Justin’s shoulder, moaning loud into the open halls of the house as Justin’s hot tongue slid its way up his dick! It was so hot! So slick and smooth! So absolutely, absolutely, ABSOLUTELY-

DISGUSTING!!! Justin sat bolt upright in his bed with a horrified expression on his face. “What the fuck!? Why!? Why the fuck!?” He hung his tongue out of his mouth, shivering with horror and disgust. He might not have had a lot of bounds when it came to women but shit, licking a dude’s dick!? No brocode rule would ever cover that (unless they were bitten by a venomous snake and needed the poison sucked out). AND WHY THE FUCK WAS IT JARIN AGAIN!?!? Justin could cry. This was too fucking awkward. Another dream about Jarin. This had to stop. It was just downright fucking weird at this point for him to be having such a dream about Jarin. They had their encounter to talk about it before and it went down awful. It probably had only made things worse between them. And now this? On his way to the bathroom to empty a tube of toothpaste into his mouth, Justin prayed to ever god he could think of that Jarin did not have the same dream.

Jarin had also woken up with a loud groan! And not a good groan like he was making in his dream. This was a groan like, “OH MY GOD, WHY!?” He did not like Justin! Why did he have another dream about him! And why was it so gross!? Who did that with batter! And licking…those parts…couldn’t be healthy! That’s where pee came from! No way could that be sanitary! He blamed Justin. This was his fault. He was the pervert who thought sending his moms a dick pic was funny. And then he had the nerve to bring it up at the Stock Show Finals thinking he’d score something out of Jarin!? Hell, to the fucking NO. Jarin stomped into the kitchen and found the biggest, sharpest knife he could. He stomped back over to his couch and plopped down, running a hand up and down the blade. Last time he had one of these dreams, Justin showed up to his house, trying to demand his virginity. This time, he wouldn’t be so lucky to get a shin blasted into his dick. No, Jarin would cut him down at the source. He’d do humanity a favor. Justin McBride was about to become Justin McNeutered.

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Overcooked

Justin knew when he smelled chocolate. He headed for the kitchen, curious to see what Jarin was getting up to in the kitchen. He was so thoughtful and sweet and caring. He knew he loved chocolate. Hell, they both did. They could both admit they had a sweet tooth. Justin rounded the corner, into the kitchen to get a load of the chef at work.  His eyebrows raised with the smile on his lips, "Well, hello, good lookin', what's cookin'?" Jarin looked back with a cheeky smile, "Who? Me?"  Justin took a load of the sight. Jarin stood in the light coming through the small window. The light poured in and framed his naked body, bar the small pink apron he had tied on. And Justin sure was happy to see him from the back angle with his plump ass hanging out of the back of the apron with a little bow on the top. Granted, Justin was completely nude too. How else was a feller supposed to sleep? In clothes? Too confining.  He stepped forward but was stopped by Jarin holding up a finger, "Ah, ah, ah. You gotta suit up if you're going to be in here, mister." He pointed to an apron hanging on the wall.  Justin obliged with a smile, "Well, yessir. Call me your personal assistant." He pulled it over his head and tied the back. He made his way forward again, putting his hands on Jarin's hips, hooking his chin over his shoulder. "What's on the menu?" Jarin tucked his chin, giggling from the tickly whiskers rubbing on his cheek. He arched his back, pressing that booty up against Justin. He stirred the dark chocolate in the pot on the stove, “I thought maybe some brownies with icing on them.” Justin leaned back into Jarin, fiddling with his pink apron, “Oh yea? Mind if I alter that menu just a little? Just an addition, really.” Jarin slid his bottom lip out a little, “Hmm, pretty sure I call the shots in this kitchen. I’m the chef, after all.” Justin chuckled, nibbling on his earlobe, “Sure. You make the final decision, sir. But how will I ever learn if you don’t critique my work, huh? Tell you what, let me make you a lil’ somethin’ and you can let me know what I can do to improve, yea?” Jarin sighed sweetly, opening his neck up to Justin. The icing boiling on the stove wasn’t the only hot thing in the room. Justin smirked and kissed his neck gently, pulling Jarin’s hips back and swaying side to side, keeping rhythm like they were dancing. Jarin’s sweet sighs and quiet moans were the only sounds he needed in the morning.  Justin reached up and gripped Jarin’s chest, rubbing his thumbs over his perky nipples through his apron. Jarin jolted a little, throwing his head back to moan happily. He dropped the spoon in the pan and turned around, grabbing Justin by the cheeks and kissing him back. Justin inhaled Jarin’s sweet breath and wrapped his arms around him tight.  While their lips were locked, Justin reached up and pulled the end of Jarin’s tie holding his apron on. He gave and gentle pull and the bottom tie came untied. He moved the flaps aside and grabbed two big handfuls of that ass, giving a hearty squeeze, groaning in Jarin’s kiss.  Jarin gasped and leaned his head back, grabbing Justin’s hands. He squeezed them harder, looking up at him with sultry eyes. He grinned and reached behind his neck, pulling the last bow undone. The apron dropped free of his body, quietly sliding to the floor. Jarin licked his lips sensually, “So where’s this ‘lil’ something’?”  Justin spun them both, lifting Jarin up onto the counter, kissing Jarin madly. He looked down at the pan of fresh brownie batter as Jarin hooked his arms around his neck. He smiled and dipped a finger into the batter. He pulled his lips off of Jarin’s long enough to dot the brownie batter on Jarin’s bottom lip. He grinned and chuckled, “How am I doing so fa-“ He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Jarin grabbed his hand and licked the batter off of his finger, licking his lips, looking up at Justin like he wanted more.  Justin’s grin couldn’t have gotten filthier. He reached over and scooped up more batter. It quickly became a food fight as even Jarin joined in. Justin smeared the batter on Jarin’s chest, swirling his tongue around his nipple. It made Jarin arch his back and moan. In retaliation, he smeared batter on Justin’s neck and licked it off, biting at him rather firmly. Justin chuckled and shoved Jarin back on to the counter, raising a brow in a cocky sort of way, “So, chef, how’s my cookin’ so far?” Jarin bit his lip, spreading his legs around Justin, “Mmm, I’m far from well done. Better keep cooking, just to be safe. Wouldn’t wanna let me go to waste.”  Justin had to comply with those fact, “Well, let’s get you nice and hot then.” He stroked Jarin’s ribs, encouraging him to writhe and come to the touch of his fingers. He leaned over Jarin, pushing his own hot, swollen erection up against Jarin’s ass, kissing his collarbone. Jarin turned his head, catching his breath in his throat with the amount of excitement that just ripped through his core. He grabbed Justin by his hair and gave a little tug.  Justin chuckled and slid his teeth down Jarin’s bare body, tickling him with his beard as he went. He scooped up more brownie batter and paused for just a moment. He could really drive Jarin insane by making him wait. He could be so impatient, it was intoxicating when he really wanted something. He kissed Jarin’s stomach, looking up at him.  Jarin huffed and panted hard, looking down at him, clenching his teeth. What was he waiting for!? He groaned, pushing his hips up, feeling Justin’s hands slide up his dick, leaving a trail of batter behind. “Justiiiin,” he moaned, flinging an arm back and knocking over a container of sprinkles. “You can’t let me over cook either!” Justin smirked, “The head chef knows best, huh?” Jarin watched as Justin lowered himself between his legs. He flinched and trembled with anticipation. Just his touch alone had his head spinning. He panted hard, pushing his hips up to him. He could feel Justin’s breath tickle his delicate skin. He grabbed at his hair, reeling with desire. He gripped the counter hard, hooking his leg over Justin’s shoulder, moaning loud into the open halls of the house as Justin’s hot tongue slid its way up his dick! It was so hot! So slick and smooth! So absolutely, absolutely, ABSOLUTELY-

DISGUSTING!!! Justin sat bolt upright in his bed with a horrified expression on his face. “What the fuck!? Why!? Why the fuck!?” He hung his tongue out of his mouth, shivering with horror and disgust. He might not have had a lot of bounds when it came to women but shit, licking a dude’s dick!? No brocode rule would ever cover that (unless they were bitten by a venomous snake and needed the poison sucked out).  AND WHY THE FUCK WAS IT JARIN AGAIN!?!? Justin could cry. This was too fucking awkward. Another dream about Jarin. This had to stop. It was just downright fucking weird at this point for him to be having such a dream about Jarin. They had their encounter to talk about it before and it went down awful. It probably had only made things worse between them. And now this?  On his way to the bathroom to empty a tube of toothpaste into his mouth, Justin prayed to ever god he could think of that Jarin did not have the same dream. 

Jarin had also woken up with a loud groan! And not a good groan like he was making in his dream. This was a groan like, “OH MY GOD, WHY!?” He did not like Justin! Why did he have another dream about him! And why was it so gross!? Who did that with batter! And licking…those parts…couldn’t be healthy! That’s where pee came from! No way could that be sanitary! He blamed Justin. This was his fault. He was the pervert who thought sending his moms a dick pic was funny. And then he had the nerve to bring it up at the Stock Show Finals thinking he’d score something out of Jarin!? Hell, to the fucking NO.  Jarin stomped into the kitchen and found the biggest, sharpest knife he could. He stomped back over to his couch and plopped down, running a hand up and down the blade. Last time he had one of these dreams, Justin showed up to his house, trying to demand his virginity. This time, he wouldn’t be so lucky to get a shin blasted into his dick. No, Jarin would cut him down at the source. He’d do humanity a favor. Justin McBride was about to become Justin McNeutered.