nothing wakes me up in the morning like eating eight hundred dollars of cheese out of a sack
It’s $800 because it’s cheese stuffed into a castrated animal’s ballsack.
Happiness
I have never felt this way before. I’ve never cried because of happiness. I’ve never felt this loved.
Yesterday I cried myself to sleep, but it wasn’t a sad cry, it was a good cry.I never thought that I’d feel this way before. So I want to thank some people. I’m sorry I just need to get this out.
@thenerdysubmissive, Nerd! You are one of the sweetest people I know, you can make even a stone smile and blush, you have no idea how you make me feel. Even though we’ve had like 2 days total to see each other in person.
@migikun12, Migi! You adorable little angel. You make me smile everytime I see one of your posts, one of your pictures, hell when you like a photo it makes me smile. Thank you for being you.
@pupknottie, Knottie! Holy hell you are adorable. You make even puppies go aww! When I met you I’ was very nervous and actually didn’t know how to talk but I’m happy I did!!!
@kid-blink, Blink! Oh my god. Horror, kink, and acting. I never thought I’d meet someone that even comes close to your amazing properties.
Max! I know you browse Tumblr, so read this. I found a nerd, I found a geek, I found someone who’s dry sense of humour and quick wit make me smile every time.
@whisperpup, Whisper! It is because of you I even was confident enough to say hi during Folsom. It is because of how beautiful, talented, and shady you are that I can count on you to deliver happiness wherever you go.
@castrokinky, Daddy! Where. Do. I. Start? I love you. You don’t know how happy. How amazing. How loved. You make me feel. I have never met someone so kind that can even keep up with one person. Let alone all of us. I’m so happy to call myself one of your boys. Even happier to be able to say that I’m loved. I am even more excited to see what the future holds for us.The power of kink is the power of love.
The power of family is the power of love too. That family may not be traditional, but it’s still a family. <3
Just stunning. The photographer is listed as
Luzrafa, but I can’t track it down.
Getting closer! Looks like it came from Facebook here. Posted by
Sílvio Reis. I don’t think he’s the photographer though.
Question for my fellow gay fiction writers ( @allbecauseoftheboys @meoutletme @benashvilla). When you guys write erotic scenes, outside of experience, do you ever use porn for blocking/choreographing a scene?
Aw, thank you for tagging me. Well, as you can tell from looking at my Tumblr, I tend to write captions based on pictures. As in, the picture prompts the story. I try not to think of captions without pictures, because finding a picture to match can be a really long and annoying process.
For longer works, I tend to use a variety of sources for erotic scenes. One of course, is porn, but porn is not realistic. It’s hot, but porn is not real. Guys need to be stretched, guys need to be clean, guys need to use lube, and not every gay guy likes anal or can take a big dick. I think realism makes a scene more believable, so I’ll often piece together a scene from both porn and real life. I read /r/gaybros on Reddit, watch gay films, Youtube channels on gay topics (bump to Watt’s the Safeword), blog articles, etc. However, Tumblr is like the best source. There are so many guys doing amateur porn, posting their own naked selfies, telling their own sexy stories. I read their writing, look at their pictures, see what they’re wearing, where the scenes take place, the expressions on their faces… that’s all real. You ever watch the way Castro Kinky plays with his boys? The expressions on their faces are real.
So I think meshing both together creates the best scenes. Or at least, that’s what I try and go for. Sure, they may fuck like rutting dogs in heat, but they’re gonna joke about wet sheets afterwards and complain about doing the laundry. And seriously – when was the last time you watched porn, and the top made sure the position worked for the bottom and took time to make sure he was comfortable?
🔒
Damn that’s a nice bathroom
“Goodness, you’re a cutie. I bet someone just left their gate open. You’re locked, and someone clearly cares about you.”
“Arf!”
“I called the number on your tag and left a message. Looks like you’re staying here for the time being. Here’s a jockstrap for you to play with, and I”ll bring you some bedding for a nice rest ok?”
“Roo~”
“Oh you’ll need water too. And a snack.’
The tail began to wag. “Arf arf!”
“Good boy. Sit. Stay. Ok I’m closing the door now. Now right back.”
The pup was settling in some roast beef slices and some water when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Uh hi, you called me? You have my boy there?” the anxious voice replied. “You left me a message, about PB?”
“Oh! Yes. Yes I did. I found him wandering around the neighborhood in the rain. He’s here.”
“Oh thank god,” the man said, with an exhale. “My name’s Nate.”
“Keshawn,” I answered.
“Thank you so much Keshawn. My boy has really severe anxiety and PTSD. I’ve been training him to go into pup mode during panic attacks. Seems like he had one…”
“Wow,” I said. “That seems like a very clever way to deal with that. I was right, you do care about him a lot.”
Nate exhaled again. “I definitely do. I love PB so much. Sometimes when he had an attack he has to go on walks to clear his hand, but he has a terrible sense of direction and often gets lost. Seems he got lost while still in pup mode. I came home to find the door unlocked. I’m so glad you called, I was sick with worry.”
“It’s alright, it’s alright. I gave him some deli meat and some pillows and he’s hanging out in my bathroom.”
That made Nate laugh. “Oh I bet he loved that. What’s your address?”
I gave it, and Nate said he was only a mile away. He was there in record time, and PB went nuts loving up on his handler. Nate had to sit down because he was being bowled over, and PB crawled all over him, licking and headbutting him. It was adorable as hell.
“Aww he missed you.”
“I missed him more.” Nate wrapped him in a hug.
“Arf!”
“Yesh I did. Yesh I did.” Nate gave his boy a scritch behind the neck and looked up at me. “Can I get you anything in return?”
“Oh money isn’t needed.”
“Nohting at all?”
I thought. “Weeeelllll. I really want a boyfriend, if you could recommend someone? I mean not to be crass, but Grindr has been so dry lately you know?”
Nate nodded. “I get what you mean. Nothing like screwing everyone in your vicinity and seeing them at the post office the next week.”
I laughed. “You do get what I mean! Only for me it was Trader Joes.”
“Happened to me too!” I smiled. I had a feeling I was making a friend.
“Yo, Keshawn, I know a guy who just got back from working abroad. Real good looking face, very witty guy. Why don’t I set you guys up on a date?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’d love a blind date.”
“And if things go well, he does screw on first dates.”
“Ok, I’d really love a blind date.”
That made Nate laugh again.
It was a done deal. We exchanged information, and Nate left with PB.I got a text from Marcus the next day. The date went great, and he gave me a mind-blowing handjob for dessert. Two years later, we were still dating.
Pretty good return on karma for helping a lost pup.
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Captions are fictional.
Putting the ‘anal’ in analytics
I need to make some changes to this blog, and I’m having some issues. It boils down to the fact that I know very little about my readership. I have like 7800 follows, but still only get 20-30 likes per post. I honestly have no idea how many active readers I have or what time zone they’re in.
I have activated Google analytics for my Tumblr. If everyone could please just click to my Tumblr landing page here once, through now and Sunday, it would really help. Right click, open new tab. Give it a second. Close. Very easy. You can also activate it by opening any specific post.
The data would be extremely useful in helping this blog move forward. Thank you!Edit: First visitor was from France. Thank you whoever you are 🙂
Reblogging my own post to keep it going please! The data’s been super useful so far!
In case you guys were wondering, @castrokinky ‘s Tumblr blog has been nuked. You can follow him on Twitter for the time being. Sucks.
Putting the ‘anal’ in analytics
I need to make some changes to this blog, and I’m having some issues. It boils down to the fact that I know very little about my readership. I have like 7800 follows, but still only get 20-30 likes per post. I honestly have no idea how many active readers I have or what time zone they’re in.
I have activated Google analytics for my Tumblr. If everyone could please just click to my Tumblr landing page here once, through now and Sunday, it would really help. Right click, open new tab. Give it a second. Close. Very easy. You can also activate it by opening any specific post.
The data would be extremely useful in helping this blog move forward. Thank you!
Edit: First visitor was from France. Thank you whoever you are 🙂
Update
So I posted earlier today that I was starting a Patreon to help contribute to finishing my novel. I decided I wasn’t happy with it and took it down.
Also, I’m scaling back this blog to five days a week instead of posting every day. It’s just too hard of a pace to keep going after three years. Thanks for reading.
“Well,” Cas says with a sigh, “Guess it’s time to take down the tree. It is January and we’re stuck inside during a blizzard.”
I only half hear him. I’m gawking at his legs and giant calves. “I suppose so.”
“It’s weird we put out a fake snow skirt under the tree, and curse the snow outside.”
I chuff through my nose. “I suppose. But it looks nice huh?”
“Yeah.” Cas sighs softly and picks up an ornament. “The magic of Christmas is over.”
“Or… it doesn’t have to be.”
My partner turns and looks at me. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we’re stuck here right? Why don’t we make gingerbread cookies – they take eons to make and we have everything we need- and make some cocoa, then go play in the snow.”
Cas’s face lights up. “Yeah! Let’s do that!”
“Pluuuus since we’ll be cold from the snow, we may need to warm up a little… “
Cas bites his lip and gives me that flirty smile. “Late Christmas present?”
I cozy up to him and gave him a smack on the butt. “Indeed.”
Cas turns around and presses himself to me. “I think I see why so many babies are born nine months after blizzards…”
I reach back and grab that ass with both hands. “I’m not sure I understand…may need a visual demonstration.”
He’s smiling as he kisses me. “We’re not making it until later are we?”
I kiss him back hard.
“MMmmnnnf,” he groans.
“No,” I say, rubbing my cock against the firmness of his, “We’re not.”
After another round of roaming hands and busy lips, Cas breaks our suction and looks at me. “If we fuck now, does this mean we can’t do it later? After we play in the snow?”
“No babe, we can have sex as many times as you want.”
His face lights up again. “Yay, a day of fucking. Just what I wanted for Christmas!”
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Captions are fictional.