An AllBecauseoftheBoys caption on /r/WritingPrompts
I just wrote this on Reddit, figured you’d like to read it 🙂
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Do you only do captions or do you have a profile where you do longer stories, like on AO3, DeviantArt or FF(.)net etc?
I only write captions here. I’m trying to expand my Tumblr into a website and having a lot of difficulty with it. Part of the issue of why I don’t post longer stories is that my posts are full of fucking typos. Every time I go back to read stuff, it’s just full of typos and grammar errors. So I’m really hesitant to post long form stuff, like long chapters a week apart or so, because I have a feeling I’ll have to go back in and do heavy editing to have it all mesh well. Makes me really self-conscious. Also, when I write something long – like a short story – it can take over an hour to read through it. Editing it can take up to five hours. It’s really exhausting. One day I hope to being able to have a paid editor at call.
Also, I do not write fanfic in any way, shape, or form. When I was in high school, I tried to write Gackt x Hyde fanfic and was so disgusted with myself that I deleted soon after.Â
Don’t feel bad about guilty-pleasure fanfics. We’ve all been there, honey. We’ve all been there.
But it wasn’t a guilty pleasure thing… I didn’t find any pleasure in it at all. It’s just what every one else was doing in the fandom, so I tried it. I don’t even read fanfic. It makes me uncomfortable.
How so? Is it using someone else’s characters in naughty situations? Or was it the fact that you were writing about real people engaged in a naughty situation? Or both? Or something else?
All of that… it may be because I am a really private person, but the idea of putting some other real person in sexual situations that I imagine seems really weird. Even the idea of imagining porn stars in my own fantasy situations is weird. Also, because I’m an author, the idea of taking someone else’s character and repurposing them for my own perverted imagination seems like kind of a violation of some invisible writer’s code. I don’t think my view on this is standard, though.
Do you only do captions or do you have a profile where you do longer stories, like on AO3, DeviantArt or FF(.)net etc?
I only write captions here. I’m trying to expand my Tumblr into a website and having a lot of difficulty with it. Part of the issue of why I don’t post longer stories is that my posts are full of fucking typos. Every time I go back to read stuff, it’s just full of typos and grammar errors. So I’m really hesitant to post long form stuff, like long chapters a week apart or so, because I have a feeling I’ll have to go back in and do heavy editing to have it all mesh well. Makes me really self-conscious. Also, when I write something long – like a short story – it can take over an hour to read through it. Editing it can take up to five hours. It’s really exhausting. One day I hope to being able to have a paid editor at call.
Also, I do not write fanfic in any way, shape, or form. When I was in high school, I tried to write Gackt x Hyde fanfic and was so disgusted with myself that I deleted soon after.Â
Don’t feel bad about guilty-pleasure fanfics. We’ve all been there, honey. We’ve all been there.
But it wasn’t a guilty pleasure thing… I didn’t find any pleasure in it at all. It’s just what every one else was doing in the fandom, so I tried it. I don’t even read fanfic. It makes me uncomfortable.
Do you only do captions or do you have a profile where you do longer stories, like on AO3, DeviantArt or FF(.)net etc?
I only write captions here. I’m trying to expand my Tumblr into a website and having a lot of difficulty with it. Part of the issue of why I don’t post longer stories is that my posts are full of fucking typos. Every time I go back to read stuff, it’s just full of typos and grammar errors. So I’m really hesitant to post long form stuff, like long chapters a week apart or so, because I have a feeling I’ll have to go back in and do heavy editing to have it all mesh well. Makes me really self-conscious. Also, when I write something long – like a short story – it can take over an hour to read through it. Editing it can take up to five hours. It’s really exhausting. One day I hope to being able to have a paid editor at call.
Also, I do not write fanfic in any way, shape, or form. When I was in high school, I tried to write Gackt x Hyde fanfic and was so disgusted with myself that I deleted soon after.Â
Well, if you wanna talk about butts: Describe your perfect butt for us. And do you prefer that butt to be naked, framed in a nice jockstrap or covered with a smooth fabric that outline the curves nicely? ^^ x
You’re one of my favorite people on Tumblr for a reason. There are two that I really prefer: a good bubble butt, and the ass of a ballet dancer. I mean seriously, it’s pretty much pure muscle wrapped in really pretty fabric. The other thing is confidence…any guy who has confidence in showing off his butt and not hiding it in baggy clothing gets a lot of points in my book. Also freckles…I do like freckles…
Ask Me Some Questions
I’m a rather secretive person, but I am in the mood to take a few questions. However, I will not be answering anything about my gender or sexuality. This is why. I am not ready to define myself yet. Opinions on butts, though, yeah for sure. Fire away.
The biggest thrill was being had.
For five days a week, Ray was a buttoned-down, on-top-of-things guy at work, and for two days every weekend he finished the honey-do list at home, went to his kids’ events, and maybe carved out three hours on Sunday to watch the game.  He led, managed, fixed, and loved; he was the guy, the dude, the Man.
But now this business trip had changed everything.  Jack, who was only supposed to be another cog in the wheel, a junior manager whom Ray was actually sent to evaluate in preparation for a potential dismissal, had seen something in Ray he didn’t even know was there, and now here he was, the last day of his trip, walking in a leather jock and leather boots,his ass bare to the world, his body viewed and appreciated by a street filled with hundreds, hand-in-hand with a man who spent all last night cherishing him, unlocking him, adoring and making love to him. Hurt?  Like hell.  But worth every moment.
He was had, and it was wonderful, and he just didn’t know that he’d ever be able to go back.
There is no back, only forwards.
John got a text on his phone: “Get over here right now, Markie is about to work out.”
I jumped on my bike and pedaled half a mile like an idiot through the streets of Boston to get to John’s house. I walked in like it was no big deal, red in the face. John pressed a beer into my hand and guided me to the sofa. The TV was on. I plopped down and watched Markie do push ups. He was wearing this tiny pair of red shorts – my favorite color – that barely covered his muscular ass. The V-shape lead my gaze down between his legs to were his balls bulged. The cropped shorts also provided a peek of the pure white straps of his jockstrap which gave me a stupid boner almost immediately. I sighed again in contentment and adjusted myself, then crossed my legs.
Markie paused and looked over his shoulder at the sound two people sitting on the sofa. “Am I bothering you guys? I can do this later if you want to watch TV.”
“No, it’s fine. We can see the TV fine,” John said smoothly. I nodded and sipped.
“Cool,” Markie replied, then went back to his work out.
I looked over at John; I mouthed ‘you are the best straight friend ever’ and we shared a fistbump. God, I had such a crush on Markie. I liked to think he was keeping his body primed for me, you know, for when I actually got the courage to go after him. No one knew if Markie was gay or straight. I would get to the bottom of that eventually, but for now, I was perfectly content with the view. I had even long-ago forgiven him for being a Cubs fan in Boston.
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Text is fictional.
Sore muscles?
@the-kinky-bf just came home from a mountain bike weekend. He had sore muscles, so of course I offered to give him a massage after dinner. He loves that.
So he undressed, jumped on the bed and let me oil his lower back for some rough squeezing and kneading. He moaned when I hit the right places like I was giving a hell of a blowjob. So I massaged harder just to hear him moan, almost sensually. I got hard just from those sounds.I playfully kneaded his ass every now and then as well. Just for fun. After some teasing nibbling and licking I knew he was getting hard, even though he was laying on his tummy.
‘Seems like I’m straining’, I said staring at the bulge in my jeans. ‘You’re locked up?’, he asked. I nodded with a cheeky grin. ‘… and I gave everything a nice shave down there as well.’
‘Oh, show me!’, he responded.
I undressed teasingly slow, especially when I pulled down my tight undies.
‘What else did you do today? Something naughty?’
I thought about the pics I made for Tumblr, the fact I wore my collar the whole day and my chastity which always makes me eager for playing around with dildos.
‘I had some fun with a few toys’, I said while I laid myself down next to bf. ‘I missed you a bit this weekend.’
‘Well I’m here now.’
Bf turned around to lay on his back and I noticed a small stain of precum as he did so. He was hard. He told me he had a big load to give and waved his dick around while looking at me.
‘Just sit down, dear. You’ve been practicing today don’t you? Show me.’I smiled, no dildo fucks like bf’s dick that’s fot sure. It started with some little squeezes in his ass during a massage and now I was about to ride his leaking dick. I’m not complaining.
I crawled on top if him, gave him some kisses in his neck and licks on his cheeks before I got a dab of lube and hovered my ass over his cock. When I was about to sit down, bf forcefully threw his hips up, fully penetrating me in one rough thrust. I yelped out loud. Not out of pain, hell no, but out of pure surprise.
Bf smiled. ‘You’ve rawlly been practicing right?’ He was right. I was loose from this afternoon’s dildo play and he noticed immediately.
I humped up and down with my chastity bumping against his stomach, straining as always.
After a few minutes bf pushed me back, he wanted me to lay down on my back. The ultimate position to get to my g-spot and get me moaning like a mess. And that ws exactly what happened. He was rough, but he knew exactly what he was doing: Pounding the heck out of me and bashing my prostate to get some precum flowing from my caged dick. Within minutes he came inside me and collapsed on top of me with his dick still in my ass.He laughed. Bf tends to get out the mood quickly after cumming, but every time I’m laying there. Horny, squirming, still panting and moaning with my throbbing chastity and leaking ass and cock. Fuck I’m horny. I need more. Not now, bf says. He needs a power nap after such a long sportive weekend.
All I can do is wonder whether his sore muscles are gone after such an intense fuck or if I should wake him up for round number two? I think I’ve made a decision.
See kids, if you skip church on Sundays you can get this instead.
Happy Halloween Tumblr 😉 *wags* #sexirobin
Why were you not in Los Angeles last night??