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malemodelsbackstage:

Vlad Blagorodnov & Carl Axelsson

Gene’s thumbs bounce over his phone screen: Thanks for coming with me.
Luke texts back: No problem.
Gene: I’m really scared.
Luke: Broken condoms happen. You did everything right, so don’t worry.
Gene: Thank you. But… I’m also scared I’ll lose you as a friend, you know, if I’m positive.
Luke: Aww…you’re scared you’ll lose me? Even though we just met a few weeks ago?
Gene: Yeah.
Luke: Is this why you’re texting me even though we’re sitting right next to eachother? Because you’re scared?
Gene clears his throat and shifts, eyes never ungluing from the floor: Yeah. I’m scared I’ll start crying.
Luke: Well, I can’t tell. You’re playing it cool.
Gene: Yay being a Broadway actor.
Luke nudges Gene: “It’s going to be ok you know.”
Gene turns his head slightly toward Luke. “I hope so.”

There’s a moment of silence.
Luke: Do you want to fool around when we get home?
Gene hammers out a response: You can think of sex at a time like this??
Luke: I dunno… I’m feeling the urge to live. I feel like if we go on with our lives, it shows we’re not scared.  I don’t let fear control me. It shouldn’t control you either.
Gene: …Huh. I guess that makes sense. A hot bath *would* be nice.
Luke: I’ll stroke you in the water with a washcloth until you cum..
Gene blushes and clears his throat. “You stop that.”
Luke smirks and types: Slow…gentle teasing strokes…the textured terry cloth against your taut flushed skin…water gleans as it trickles down your pink erection…
Gene: oh my fucking god for the love of god, Luke, stop.
Luke: Your moans bouncing off the tile walls…
Gene hits Luke with his knee. Luke laughs as he nearly falls off the chair. Gene snorts too at the comical flail of limbs and finds he isn’t nervous anymore.

A nurse walks into the room. “Genesis Reynolds?”
Gene raises his hand.
“Good luck,” Luke said. “I’ll be waiting.”

And to Gene’s surprise, Luke really does wait. Luke walks him all the way home and into the bath-tub. Up until the moment of the test, Gene had been obsessing over being positive and that disastrous one night stand. But as Luke fulfills that promise with the washcloth, Gene finds his mind completely empty. No fear. No panic. Just acceptance. You can’t change what already is. You just got to move on. You cant let fear control you. You just got to live.

A week later, the test comes back negative. But three months later, it comes back positive. Gene’s stunned. He knows these things take time before you know for sure, but that day came. Luke comes over to talk, but Gene doesn’t even cry. He’s not scared. He shrugs, puts the results in a drawer, and moves on with his life. Tomorrow he’ll make a doctor’s appointment. Tonight, they’ll get dinner and fool around after. Gene doesn’t care. Fear doesn’t control him and he will not let it get in the way of love.

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Captions are fictional. For World’s AIDS Day today.

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pup-saber:

the-kinky-bf:

Rapha – the good boy

A lot of people have been asking me recently how I’ve been doing. Actually, I’m doing pretty good. As a matter of fact, I’m experiencing a lot of joyful moments again… Of which moving in with @pup-saber​ is the best thing that has happened!

Although I start wondering about his intentions, after seeing what he did to Rapha … o /

Oh my dear, poor Rapha,

Whatever happened to you? With those cheeky, subby eyes. Whatever should I do with you? *grin*

Sometimes, just sometimes, roles change, and I get the opportunity to tease this delicious boy. And the wonderfully carefree and satisfied smile he shows me at the end make’s it double worth it!

After all, we’re all good boys who just want to have some fun. ^_^
*licks and kisses*

I’ve been wondering what to say about Pup Nobley, as we lost him about year ago. It feels very weird that it’s been a year, and his precense has definitely been missed. I’m really happy to hear that Nobley’s boyfriend, @the-kinky-bf is finding new joy and love in life, and new adventures in puphood 🙂 Nobley would have wanted it that way.

by ccallenreese

Update on bird

Good news 🙂 my parakeet is on the mend. She is still ill but she has been discharged from the animal hospital and is home. I was not expecting her to get better, because she could not keep food or medicine down. But she is eating and fighting. Things could always get worse, but I’m optimistic!

Thank you all for the kind comments I got. My core readers are really sweet people. I will give back. <3

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I’m so sorry for the lack of Thanksgiving posts. I had a bunch of pictures lined up. However, I’ve been sick with a cold, and my parakeet suddenly became very very ill. I don’t think she’s going to make it. She’s spending the night at the hospital. I have to work a twelve hour shift tomorrow… I don’t know how I’m going to hold it together.

Please be patient. Thank you.

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flashdoggy:

He knows just how to make me feel like prey – and it makes me so hot!

“No no. No leading from you. No trying to be the emotionally mature one here and try to make this a two-person dance. I lead. I’ve been wanting you for a very, very long time boy. And I’m going to have you just like I’ve wanted…dreamed…fantasized about… you’re my prey now, boy. Succumb to me. Let me lead. If you want to walk the road to the most forbidden pleasure and passion…let me show you the way.“

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“So after all of that, we finally get back to his place, and he had like four crystals on his nightstand, but no goddamn condoms.”
“None?”
“None. He said it’s fine cause I had ‘good vibes’.”
“God people in Los Angeles are weird.”
“Tell me about it. And he thought leather was ‘old fashioned’. Ugh. Mistakes were made, Hank, let me tell you.”
“Old FASHIONED? Leather is a classic! God, did you sleep with him?”
“No I left.”
“Good. I’d be offended if you did.”
“Nope. I went to a leather bar in North Hollywood and found some twink to rub down my bike for the right to blow me.”
Hank chuckled and they high fived.

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Are your tumblr numbers going down?

Are your tumblr numbers going down?

by ccallenreese

natty-pup:

sir-erik:

tapedandtortured:

puphawaiitoo:

puphawaii:

bone-up!  puphawaii & puphawaiitoo
HOLY FUCK .. have you seen traffic/user counts drop dramatically on your tumblr?   LOTS of people view tumblr on their portable devices .. iPhones, iPads, Android phones and tablets.  There’s a new setting on the Tumblr app for these devices and the default is filtering out what you see.  I don’t want anyone to filter what i see on my dashboard!

PLEASE FIX IT TUMBLR!  But since that’s like a snowball’s chance in hell here’s what you can do:
Open your tumblr app
Go to settings
Go to general settings
Go to dashboard preferences
You will see “Best Stuff First”
You’ll see it’s turned on – TURN THAT FUCKER OFF!


Do you think tumblr has any idea what posts YOU want to see on your Dashboard?   I don’t think so.  Don’t let tumblr decide what you should see and what you shouldn’t see!


bone-up!  puphawaii & puphawaiitoo

bone-up!  puphawaiitoo & puphawaii

I generally don’t repost stuff on my blog… but I wanted to spread the word. Traffic here is down 70%… which is fine, no big deal. But for the last 5 days or so, a lot of posts from people I follow haven’t been showing up in my dashboard stream.

I changed the settings in my app to show everything again.

Dumb move, Tumblr, making that change without notifying everyone. Reminds me of Twitter messing with everyone’s timelines… okay maybe not that stupid. But still stupid.

And here I thought the lower numbers were due to all the puns @natty-pup was sending me. 

Oh please. That’s why your numbers are still somewhat high @sir-erik

Reblogging cause how the hell is Tumblr supposed to discern which butts I want to see over others?

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thekinkygrad:

Rise and shine!

I place the mug on the counter and sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Hey baby,” I coo. “Time to wake up.”

“Mmnn…”

I put a hand on his ass. “I brought you some hot chai, and I made cinnamon waffles and apples downstairs.”

“Ya did?”

“I did. I also started a load of laundry and cleaned your kitchen…”

Vlad rolls over and peers at me through sleepy puffy eyes. “How do you get all that energy after sex? I just want to hibernate.”

I give a shy shrug. “It just invigorates me. Plus I always feel this urge to do something to thank boys who bottom for me. Once that kicks in, I can’t sleep.”

“I think that’s a quirk of being a submissive top,” Vlad says. He yawns hugely and stretches like a lion.

“I think that’s just me *being* a submissive top,” I tease back.

He snorts. “Maybe so.” He gazes up at me with those pretty chocolate eyes and cups my cheek. “Damn you’re a sight for sore eyes. I love waking up to a pretty face.”

I blush, right on cue. “Oh come on Vlad.”

“What? You know I pick certain positions during sex just so I can see your face?”

I gasp. “No!”

“Yup. I do. You are blushing up a storm there.”

I clap my hands to my face. “Aaaaghhh.”

He laughs. “You also make great facial expressions. Mnn is that my chai there?”

“It is.” Vlad sits up, and I pass him the chai. He sips and groans. “God you make this well.”

“Thank you.”

I watch him sip and admire his almost nude body. The bulge in the jockstrap is distracting. His abs are distracting. Every bob of his Adam’s apple is distracting.

“Andy?”

“Hm?”

“Go out with me?”

My eyes widen. “Like – like dating?” I squeak.

“Yeah. I mean, pretending we’re both just friends with benefits is silly at this point. I want…well, more.”

“More?” I whisper.

“More you,” Vlad replies. He gazed down at his chai. “More of this.”

“Chai?”

“Mornings,” he corrects in his sturdy gentle tone. “Mornings with you. More fooling around. Sex. Fun. Time together. You are the only top I’ve met who lets me be me, to be dominant and take charge. And I may be wrong, but I get a feeling you do all this nice stuff for me because it’s how you show you care?”

I nod. “Yes. I do care about you.”

“I’d be an idiot to squander this for another pointless night of fucking. I’ve had those years. I want to be selfish with you.”

I hadn’t realized I was smiling until I became aware my cheeks hurt. “Am I blushing right now?”

“Tremendously,” Vlad notes.

“It would make me really happy if we were together,” I say.

Vlad cups my cheek again. I can feel his callouses from when he drums. “Good. It’d make me happy too.” He leans forward and we kiss. “Very good. Very very good.”

I bite my lip. “Yay.”

Vlad chuffs. “Yay indeed.”

There’s a pause as we digest this.

“Can…can we have sex after breakfast?” I ask.

A devilish grin flashes on Vlad’s face. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

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Pablo listened to the windchime outside the open window and thought. His head was full of thoughts he didn’t quite understand. He was however, aware of the looming deadline of time pressing down. Today was the last day. The magic ended at midnight, so to speak.

When Pablo had first met this man, he thought he was no different than all those other times he met men. He wanted sex, they wanted sex. If they were a little kinky it was a bonus. But this man, this Zeke, seemed particularly interested in Pablo, and asked him a lot of questions. For the first time in a one night stand, Pablo felt like Zeke was really making an effort to make it super pleasurable for him. Normally it was just two people putting up with each-other just enough to get to an orgasm. Pablo thought the way Zeke could read him was almost eerie. It was like he could smell Pablo’s submissive nature in the air and read his body signals like an open book. The sex had been long and steaming hot, and the orgasm left Pablo seeing spots. He kept calling Zeke again, and again…

and on it went, and it would continue to be a string of sexy date nights until Zeke brought up something new. A three day weekend was coming up. Would Pablo be interested in a three day roleplay of all of his submissive houseboy fantasies? Uh, why yes, yes he would.

They made a little contract, agreed on a safeword, and at 8 am on Saturday morning it had got into effect. Pablo would serve Zeke for three days. Clean his house. Make his food. Suck his cock. Offer his ass. Essentially, be a good boy and serve the man of the house. It sure pushed all the right buttons, especially since Pablo was not allowed to jerk off. Sunday night, the sex was so hot that Pablo did infact pass out.

But it was Monday now, and 3 pm at that. The three day weekend ended at midnight, and then he’d go back to being a regular person… but the closer that time got, Pablo began to seek a way to make time stop. It had been so fulfilling to just have small tasks to do and complete for praise and attention. It was nice to support and reward Zeke for all the wonderful guidance in the bedroom. Zeke was like the compass for kinks and urges. It was like he had three days to show Zeke the appreciation he felt inside.

And hadn’t it been perfect? Rewarding? Fun? Sexy? Even the little spanking he got on Sunday was thrilling. Being naked was thrilling. Gazing upon Zeke’s bulked up body and swinging cock at leisure was thrilling. Being on a schedule and having rules was thrilling.

And serving? It felt too natural for it to be a fluke. How he could go back to being normal? Pablo sighed softly. He didn’t live in Zeke’s house. He had to be realistic. Good boys aren’t clingy. He had to get his feelings in alignment. This meant talking to Zeke. Zeke would know what to do. Zeke would fix things. And maybe…just maybe…Zeke would extend things.

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Captions are fictional.