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From the series “Pillow Poems.” Two newly available prints. A sailor’s adventures in Japan, and some adventurous erotic poses. Both are available as prints on Society6 (just click on the link in my profile), or you can see the photos and the uncensured version they were based on in Twitter, at deonsdays 

Small pillow 2

Small pillow 3

Stay on the ship, James…

Don’t go outside the foreigner ward, James…

Don’t bother the locals, James…

Stay out of the red light district, James…

Don’t get a girl pregnant, James…

James, where were you last night? You came home at 3 in the morning! …Lost huh? You smell of sake. You swear you weren’t with a girl last night? Pfft. Tell that to the commander when you show up late for breakfast!

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Florian watched the shifting shadows of the leaves throw dappled patterns on the wall above the stairs. “I never realized just how beautiful this is.”
Sarah chuffed through her nose. “That’s the mushrooms talking.”
“Ooohhh…”
“I like trees,” Florian announced.
“Yeah trees are awesome. They make like a thousand bajillion leaves to soak in sunlight and through these small leaves they grow super tall and strong. Trees should be worshipped,” Sarah says.
“The trees and the sun.”
“Maybe we should condense that and worship photosynthesis.”
Sarah giggled. “Except I don’t think most people can spell that.”
“If kids can spell Mississippi, they can spell photosynthesis.”
“That’s not the same!” she insisted.
“Totes the same.”
“Uh huh, sure.”

They fell into a quiet lull as they watched the shadows dance over the flickering gold of late afternoon sunlight on the wall of the ceiling and the drop wall under the floor above them.

“Sarah?”
“Yeah Flo?”
“I think I like a boy in my class.”
Sarah turned her head. “Ow…” She took off her hoodie and propped it under her skull. “Which boy?”
“Zach.”
“Ah.”
“Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
Florian licked his lips. “I heard you tell someone on the phone that I’m your boyfriend.”
Sarah covered her face with her hands and groaned. “Oh fuck you heard that? I told Courtney that because she’s always riding me if we’re going out. I thought it’d get her off my back.”
“Oh.” He exhaled.
“It’s ok, Flo. I’m kind of glad. Cause now we can be friends and it won’t be awkward.”
He smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And now we can go meet boys together.”
“Whoa, I didn’t even think about that.”
“Cool huh?”
“Yeah,” Florian said. “That is cool. You want to go outside and lie under the tree?”
“Yeah let’s do that. These stairs are hard.”
“By the way, you think you can tell me how to ask a boy out?”
Sarah snorted. “Flo, I don’t even know. But I can give you some pointers.”
“Sweet.”

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“Sir? How much more longer is this going to last?”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and rest my palm on his sternum. He raises his hand and curls his fingers around my fore arm.

“I don’t know, lad,” I answer. “Looks like things will start reopening soon though.”

“I love you Sir but…I miss people,” he says softly.

“That’s an ok thing to feel.”

I hear him exhale.

“I know how social you are. You have been very stoic in all of this and it hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“I’m happy we could spend this time together at least. Out of all the faces in the world, I’m glad I can see yours daily.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Hey, why don’t we ask some guys from the dungeon if they want to do a Zoom dinner party tonight? Get dressed up a little”

“Oh I’d like that Sir!”

I pat him on the chest. “Let’s do that. We gotta stay creative and stay strong right?”

He flexes. “Staying strong.”

“That’s my boy.” I kiss his cheek.

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Captions are fictional. You guys got this! Stay safe everyone!Jacques Pougnet photographed by Mariano Vivanco for Man About Town

by ccallenreese

I just had to unfollow a blog because they kept reblogging posts about teen boys getting enemas, sometimes against their desire. Last week I unfollowed someone who was into mpreg; they often implied their partner’s opinion did not matter very much and they’d have kid after kid. Not to mention that guy who constantly posts stories about straight guys getting kidnapped and raped.

Other people read your Tumblr besides you. Don’t be that person who doesn’t advocate for consent.

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feeteather:

Let s go back to bed or we can do it on the stairs 🍆🖤✴💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

Joseph paused on the stairs. “Sir?”
“Yes lad?”
“I hate this carpet. I’ve hated it for a long time. It clashes with the decor, it’s old, it’s flat, it sucks to vacuum, and it hides the beautiful wood of the stairs. If you want better grip, we can get a stair runner that I can put in the washing machine. But I hate this carpet. Especially now that we’re stuck inside looking at it. It has to go.” He paused. “Please.”
I raise an eyebrow. “The houseboy has spoken.”
“Heed my official declaration, Sir.”
“I heed, alright. Well if it’ll make you happy. But I will want a runner there. It gets cold in winter.”
“Yes sir! Hooray a task!” He ran into the garage to get his tools to rip up the carpet.
I watch him, sort of amused. “A happy houseboy means a happy home, I guess.”
“Oh Sir?” He asks, sticking his head back in the room.
“Yes lad?”
“Since we’re throwing it out… wanna have a good fuck on the stairs?”
“Mmmn. That is appealing. How about I unlock you, you hump the carpet, edging yourself closer until I tell you to stop, over and over again, and then I will mount you and breed you?
“UHhhhh. Do I get to cum?”
”Maybe.”
”My opinion is irrelevant in this isn’t it?”
”Yep! Fetch my keys, lad. We’re gonna have us some fun.”

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I crawled onto the bed while trying to will my erection away. I had bounded up the stairs when he texted me from the bedroom. “DTF?” Of course I was down to fuck. He’d been gone like 12 hours a day working on new road projects for the city. Now that quarantine was in effect, the city ramped up its efforts to fix all the damage over winter. Which meant I spent a lot of days alone. However, he came home early today. He went up to shower, then I got the text…

Alas, when I got upstairs, I found Jules passed out like a cat in a sunbeam. He didn’t even pull the comforter off the pillows. Just pulled off his jeans enough to tempt me with his ass…and click. He was out. I caressed the curve of his butt. “You’re exhausted aren’t you, baby? Poor Jules…” I sighed. God what a butt. I bit my lip. I could fuck him in his sleep. We’d done it before. No, he needed rest. My full balls could wait. I pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs. I pulled a blanket out of the closet and draped it over his nude form. Jules sighed in his sleep.
“Sleep well.” I kissed his temple. I figured he’d be up for dinner.

To my surprise, he slept until morning. At dawn, I was woken up by someone kissing my chest.
“Jules?” I slurred.
“Good morning.”
“The sun isn’t up…” I noted, one eye closed.
“Yeaah… too early to want your dick then?”
I thought. “No. Help your self.” I flung back the sheets and rolled onto my back.
He exhaled. “Oh god yess…”

I slipped in and out of sleep in a fog of pleasure as he stroked me to full hardness and rode me like a cowboy. His moans were beautiful, like angel song. I managed to open my eyes just to see him throw back his head in ecstasy as he came. I filled his tight ass, and the black spots in my vision over took me again.

I woke up some time later, under a very familiar blanket. Bed was empty though. Damn. Missed him before work. He did leave me a lovely breakfast in the fridge though, with a note:
“Thank you so much for letting me sleep and for the sex this morning. I feel AWESOME today! You’re such a great boyfriend. <3 Jules.”
I nearly cried. Loved that boy.

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Parker wasn’t super sure about dating a merman at first. They had a reputation for being so demanding, and so very needy. Seafood only diets weren’t cheap either! Better than feeding vampires though. Still.
Parker couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of a naked man run into the surf – which had to be freezing, Jesus christ – and dive in. A moment later, the silhouette changed into the fish shape. Parker heard a distant cry of pleasure mixed in with roar of the waves. Must be so liberating, but poor guy – he’d been so grouchy and itchy lately. At least this way he could rub against the sand and finish molting his scales.

Despite his boyfriend’s many needs, and the large water bill, Parker’d never been happier. He thought back to a few days ago, when they stayed up late – Parker braiding his boyfriend’s hair, making love until 3 am. Apparently mermen get needy before they start molting – who knew? At five months into the relationship, there was still a lot to discover. And many more trips to the ocean to be had.

Parker let him swim. He went to fill two buckets with fresh water for his boyfriend to rinse off with later, and he also checked the cooler full of ice. Supposedly there’d be fresh fish for dinner if the hunt went well. He rubbed his shoulders and numb hands and went back inside the camper to finish repairing that laptop he was fixing. The merman would be in the sea for a while. No need to stand out in the cold barefoot.

Inside the camper, Parker made himself some coffee. He sat at the table and gazed at the window at the broody sea under the slate sky. No sign of his man. But at some point, he’d walk out of the surf…naked…dripping…scales gleaming and freshly polished. His skin would taste of sea water. Muscles would be strong and exercised. His kiss would be hot. No doubt he would pin Parker down and overwhelm him with his dominance and marine scent…

It took Parker a moment to realize he was rubbing his cock through his thermal layer. There was a wet spot. He coughed and undid the buttons before shoving his hand inside, seeking his throbbing and leaking cock. Fuck he hoped no one would be looking in the windows!

Where was he? Oh yeah… being dominated by a successful hunter…

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