Photographer: Izzy Berdan
Model: Aaron Foster
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I’m technically cheating here. This is supposed to be late night ballet reblogs, but Aaron’s a body piercer and male model. This photoshoot is too gorgeous not to reblog though. Oh, and look closely, he has white tattoos on his face and he had his nipples removed o_o. Aaron’s Tumblr is here.
I sighed and flicked through the images I shot on my camera. Generic after generic shot of a famous actor in his skivvies on a stool. Boring boring boring. He had a good body and the sheen of sweat from the heat of the lights was helping but…
I looked around my studio for a prop or something, and what’s when I saw the bucket. It had used it for a country themed shoot a week ago. I barked out an order for my intern to fill it with water. He did, then came back over to ask me what to do with it. I told him to throw it on Jake. My intern gave me a deer-in-head-lights look, as if to say: You want me to throw a bucket of water on Jake Reynolds? THE Jake Reynolds, from hit shows Dr. What and Chess with Chairs? “Yes” I said, “Do it”. So he did.
Jake whooped when the water hit him and tossed his head like a dog. “Shit that feels good!” he laughed. He stretched his arms up and I shot off another couple dozen frames. Now this is what I wanted – very casual, very intimate. That underwear company is gonna sell tons after this runs in GQ. Of course, I’ll be enjoying it myself too, although it is a little narcissistic to be masturbating to your own photographs.
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Text is fictional. I have a source! This is Corey Higgins; the photographer is Calvin Brockington.
I was exploring the barn when I saw him. I froze in my tracks and gawked at the gorgeous cowboy reclining against a fence.
“So you’re the new cocksucker?”
“What?” I stammer, my jaw dropping. How did he know about that! I had sucked one cock at a bar a mere hour ago.
He smirks. His dark piercing gaze has me pinned in place. “Word travels fast in a small town. We may be old fashioned but we know how to appreciate a good male cock sucker around here. Especially since our last one was claimed by a bullrider from Oklahoma. Been without for a while now. I was sure pleased to hear you’d be workin’ at this here horse ranch.”
“Um,” I stammer. His lush, velvety voice with that slow-as-molasses drawl is very distracting, both upstairs and downstairs.
“You like suckin cock boy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I admit, scratching the back of my neck. ‘Yes’ is an understatement. The headspace I go to when I’m on my knees nursing their erections is my drug.
“Good. Now go pack the bag I left on your bed. No shorts, bring a sweater for night. I gotta go spend three days inspecting the perimeter of the property, checkin’ fences and all. Mighty lonely work.”
“And this is the company you want?”
“You bet your ass I do. Now, go pack. I saddled up a mare for you. Eleanor and I will wait.”
My gaze drifts from ogling his sculpted torso to the beautiful horse by his side – pure silk and muscle. Three days of riding through the brush, stripping nude and enjoying hedonistic pleasures at night? I swallow, and give a polite nod before running off to go pack. I’ll get his name later.
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Text is fictional. The model’s name is Alex and this was shot for Portal Gay de Barcelona. More pictures here.
Waiting for the McCollough boy to get back from his shift at the factory…. He never showers there, like the other men do, like McCollough senior does. Instead he comes home filthy, dust sticking to the sweat on his muscled body, his shirt clinging to his frame. Henry doesn’t know why, but he has an idea as to why. A sinful idea. A very non-Christian idea. Maybe it’s wrong but he enjoys looking anyway, cause what if his theory is right? Henry wants Craig to know he exists.
(Text is fictional. At Coachella, will add source later.)
God, he’s so pretty.
This is dancer Robert Bolle again. He is pretty isn’t he? With his little chest constellations, firm pouty lips, soulful eyes, and arms sculpted like sand dunes, he could break your heart or say the the cruelest, cutting words about your body and you’d still cling to every honeyed word he says. Fortunately for you, judging by he look on his face, Robert is on the cusp of ravishing the next person who comes along unconscious… and I can’t help but feel he’s looking into a mirror here.
(Btw in case my new followers were wondering what that explosion of ballet pics were – that was one of my late night ballet reblog sessions. Do love the dancing men. This is the last pic for tonight~)
I found this promo clip while looking up Nick Ayler from the surfing post. It’s really a minute thirty of shameless eye candy, but goddamn what a body! The clip is just long enough to give you half of a good boner.
Title: Nick Ayler by Richard Gerst, editorial clip for Stefano Guerrini @GQ.com Italia