I was doing some Tumblr searches for material and I found this, and what is this I am crying from laughter. Putting the cock in cockatoo, maybe? God, someone explain this to me.
Men are David Ashfield and Chris Allen…I wonder how they feel about this time in their life now.
Rodney glanced over at Bert and sighed. Look at all those hens, just crowding around him. It wasn’t that Rodney was jealous, it’s just that it confirmed what Rodney knew was true all along – that Bert was a straight cock, no doubt about it. Then, why oh why did Bert come into his coop late at night and snuggle with him when it got cold? He just didn’t understand. Oh Bert, Rodney though, why are you such a tease? Do you think because my feathers aren’t as beautiful or neat as yours that I don’t have feelings too?
Henry recognized James across the barnyard, those feathers were unmistakable – they came from the same town back home. Same bad luck. Same bad chicks turned on ‘em. Now they were at the same henhouse way out in the middle of nowhere, doing time. Although Henry was solitary, happy to walk off into the yard by himself, James made an effort to approach and befriend him. Although he never said much, Henry didn’t mind James’ presence. Henry wouldn’t ever tell him to his face, but he actually thought James was a beautiful studly bird and was pleased for his attention. His larger size was such a comfort and he always protected Henry from the other bullies in the henhouse, giving them a peck on the comb if they came too close. As they carried out their sentences, Henry and James become quite close and by the time they were released, the two cocks were inseparable.
I think the first time I came I was like 15. I remember all my friends talking about the joy of masturbation. So i went home one day, got myself horny, probably by taping my mouth shut -i used to love doing that. And then i jerked and jerked and about a teaspoon of yellowish adolescent boy jizz came out of my dick and was like WHAT I DIDNT KNOW I COULD DO THAT :O
Funny thing is i’d been tying myself up since i was like 11 and getting these huge fucking erections but not known what they were for. I actually found them quite irritating, because they got in the way of the self-bondage. Anyway, once i realised what they were for I was in kinky adolescent heaven hahah
Oh those pesky erections, just let me tie myself up in peace! Silly pup.
I can imagine some golden apple shit going down at Domino’s that night, all the delivery boys arguing about who that’s supposed to be referring to and a huge fight breaking out.
That’s even better cause then you get a ruffed up cute delivery boy who you know is worthy and fought his way to deliver your pizza and prove himself a man
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I published Sticking the Landing on December 27th, but soon after that I noticed a well-known gay fiction publisher was accepting submissions for an anthology due on February 1st. I decided to go for it.
Well, trying to churn out material from scratch was goddamn hard work. I started three prompts and dropped two. My work schedule went insane because my boss is incompetent and my focus went on the window. Right before the deadline, I emailed the publisher and asked for an extension. She gave me 48 hours. The day of that deadline, I realized my story needed 40% more content to be coherent. I sent her an e-mail, resigning from the applicant pool. To my surprise, she gave me five more days. I went for it.
I submitted it 25 minutes late, at 12:25 am on a Sunday when it was due on Saturday. I have no idea if she’s gonna accept it or not, or if she even likes it. I didn’t have time to do a full beta read and I rushed the sex scenes, so it probably needs a shit ton of editing I didn’t have time to do. What matters now is that it’s over. It’s finally over.
Since January 5th. I’ve written over 30,000 words. This is what I’ve been off doing, and now it’s over. Now, I can focus on getting a non-shitty job and also writing more chapters for Lucien and Milou and Brazos. I also have to get some dental work done, clean my apartment, oh and make dinner… haven’t eaten much today.
Thank you all for your patience. I feel a lot like Buzz in this gifset, especially his face in the last panel.
Oh, and I wrote all of this out but my browser crashed when I went looking for a gif and had to rewrite it. FML.
