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man-down-in-hatchet-town · 3 months

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Hey, you!

Yeah, you!

Do you crave more ✨canon queer stories✨ in your fandom experience? Are you begging for more major character representation that you don’t have to headcanon for yourself?

Then have I got the kickstarter for you!

The Tin Can Bros (a comedy trio and makers of live theatre, digital sketches, webseries, you name it! You might know them from all the work they’ve done with Starkid—founding Tin Can Brothers Joey and Brian played Ron and Quirrell in A Very Potter Musical) are launching a brand new season of projects, most of which contain QUEER MAJOR CHARACTERS AND THEMES. These guys have got gays, they’ve got lesbians, they’ve got trans and gnc characters, they’ve got wholesome first love and Hannigram levels of fucked-up toxicity. It’s a whole cornucopia!! They’re planning to produce work in Los Angeles, NYC, London, Edinburgh, and Adelaide, but there will be digital tickets so you can watch where ever you are!

We’ve got:

-Two Rocky Horror-style concerts of the cult-hit, spy-movie parody musical Spies Are Forever. Gay protagonist who will sear himself into your heart! Seriously, his relationship with fellow spy Owen will emotionally destroy you for at least seven years.

-A concert of the developing musical This Could Be on Broadway, which follows a group of high school kids putting on a production of The Matrix: The Musical (not a show in real life) in their theatre department. A bunch of the central kids are canonically some flavor of queer, and there’s a central, very sweet lesbian romance that includes a trans character. She’s played trans actress Esther Fallick, who also worked with TCB as a consultant to make the character and show as authentic as possible. Seriously, if you want to see a trans teen thriving in their own skin, this is the show for you.

-An Edinburgh Fringe Fest production of The Solve It Squad Returns, a Scooby-Doo parody that follows the parodic versions of the Scooby Gang when they reunite as fucked-up adults to finally confront the almost-twenty-years-past traumatic murder of their dog Cluebert. I promise it’s funnier than it sounds. Esther, the Velma-esque super genius, is gender non-conforming and identifies with they/them pronouns. They also have a girlfriend WITH a boyfriend!

-A workshop reading of the QUEER SCI-FI TELEVISION COMEDY PILOT Intelligent Life. Unlike the other projects I’ve mentioned, this one is new to the TCB fans, but will follow a pair of ex-boyfriends forced to survive together in an extra-terrestrial colony. From the sound of it, there will be plenty of queer supporting characters as well. This frankly sounds like it could be tumblr’s dream show, and it’d be great to support its development.

-The Great Debate—a live comedy game show where comedians debate silly things. While this obviously won’t have narrative gay rep like the other projects, it will showcase gay talent (at the very least, Tin Can Brother Corey will participate in every show) and may include debates involving queer topics.

-Gross Prophets, in which three wannabe gurus/cult leaders lead a seminar on the path to enlightenment. This is a completely new stage musical so I honestly don’t know if it will contain any queer characters or themes. But the TCB queer track record is pretty good!

Guys, I’m so genuinely so excited by this season. But all this awesome queer art won’t happen unless we get their kickstarter funded. And they need our help! So let’s get fundraising!!

TLDR; Comedy group Tin Can Bros are attempting to fund a season positively filled with queer stories and characters, and they need help! If you want to support the creation of queer theatre and the development of queer TV, consider checking them out and giving to the kickstarter!

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bradandchris · 4 months

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Chris looked outside at the chaos below in search of its cause. Whatever presented itself here was big… really big. Like BIG, BIG.

Well, it was a good thing his thong was tiny. Perhaps it might help balance things out. Gay fashion always did thrive on size differences and exaggerated proportions.

Whatever it was, it was what it was, and what that was Chris didn’t know.

The people below sure seemed pretty clued in tho…

What Chris needed was more back up …but could he wear more than one thong? The thought consumed him. This second thong thing was a first.

Wait …no. No it wasn’t. He and his equally hot boyfriend Brad did that all the time when dancing. More layers meant more tips as they poured in every time something was taken off. So then what the f was this whole fiasco below all about?!?

Chris found himself more frustrated than ever. He was either at the cusp of figuring it out or really really horny and just not aware of its manifestation…

Well… the whole thing blew over a few minutes later when Brad came in the room. He was already stirred up by some random exhibitionist that was live streaming and didn’t know it. He almost felt bad for the guy but he was just too hot to let that in. Brad needed to go in for this one so he did.

Chris wouldn’t make the connection until grilling jumbo extra plump hot dogs on their balcony the following St Patrick’s Day. It would be the hardest grilling ever for both boys!

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jezebelgoldstone · 10 months

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I am genuinely SO CURIOUS about this

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newblvotg · 8 months

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#vintage gay #gay #blueboy #leather #fantasy art #gay fantasy #midnight #vintage gay art #magazine art #gay art #gayart #lgbtq #leather art #1970s #1970s art #gay books #gay stories

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writerofthewinds · 1 year

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Masterlist :

My global tumblr master list :

-Rules and fandoms I write for

-Upcoming projects

Masterlist updates as I go.

PJO master list :

Jason grace :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff Alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Forgotten Legacy A fanfic post-ToA where you're working together on an anthropology project

Your mouth is mine to do as I please A smut fic where a jealous jase decides to teach you to who your mouth belongs.

Jason grace with Arabic boyfriend Headcanons about him having an Arabic boyfriend!

Jason grace with a boyfriend with anger issues hc's

Somebody call the blonde! A fic I had the idea while writing the HCs about anger issues.

I thought I lost you A fic where the reader is a child of aurora with angst to fluff at the end

Percy Jackson :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Will Solace :

NSFW alphabet

Descendants :

Ben Florian :

Random headcanons

Random headcanons part 2

The title with no hyperlinks means they still need to be published.

Grishaverse:

Nikolai Lantsov :

Fluff alphabet

NSFW alphabet

Last update: 15.04.2023

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mygayshortstories · 3 months

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Back before the days of the internet, when I was in my mid 20s, this was my first experience at “cottaging” in a public toilet, when I happened across Steve, a gorgeous 18 year-old, just ravenous for sex. But this turned into more than just a 'quick one'.....

Steve the Pipe-Fitter

I had a day off from work and had gone out to Coventry to photograph the Cathedral, only to be met with a ‘no photography’ sign at the door, so I’d spent the rest of the morning taking candid photos of nice young men out in the sun instead. A bit frustrated, I got back to town about 2 o’clock.

Just under the pedestrian ramp leading out of the railway station were the public toilets. I had heard about ‘cottaging’ and knew that this lavatory, being busy and anonymous, was such a place, so whether or not my subconscious was drawing me there today I don’t know but when I actually went down there, it was to pay a genuine call, so I duly paid and went into a cubicle.

The partitions between the cubicles didn’t quite reach the ground, so there was a gap underneath of about 6 inches. After a while, my curiosity got the better of me. Although I had never done it before, I knelt down on the floor and looked underneath. To my naïve surprise, a few cubicles away, a face was looking back in my direction. My reaction was instantaneous; I sat up quickly. However, my reaction had been so swift that I hadn’t had time to see who it was or what he looked like. For some reason though, I couldn’t pluck up enough courage to look again. I just sat there.

A short while later, I saw a young pair of shoes, at the end of jean-clad legs, enter the cubicle next door. I say ‘young’ because the shoes were new and smart, with a brass toe-strip, fashionable at the time. Clearly it was someone fairly young; probably no older than me, at any rate. He seemed to sit down but then do nothing else. I was curious and couldn’t resist the temptation, so I wrote on a piece of toilet paper, “How old?” and slipped it under the partition. The note was quickly taken up and was shortly followed by the sound of a match being struck. At first, I thought he was burning the note in disgust but then I realized that he was using the match to write with.

The note came back; “18” it read. I drew a rather deep breath. Now what?

I returned the note; “I’m 26 – can I wank you off?” I remember thinking at the time that punctuation was probably superfluous under the circumstances and that a fairly basic vocabulary was more apt.

Another match was struck on the other side and the note came back, “Lend me your pen”. I realised that he must have seen my stainless-steel biro when I had slipped the message under the partition and I wasn’t yet ready to risk losing one of my 21st Birthday presents. As I had nothing else to write with, I returned the note saying, “No – you’ll nick it” and indicated that he should continue using a match.

There was now a bit of a delay and I figured I must have blown my chances. At best, he didn’t have any more matches. “And all for the sake of losing a stainless-steel biro!” I thought to myself as I sat there.

However, to my surprise, eventually another note came back giving his approval to my original request, provided that I agreed to “suck him off”. Needless to say, I immediately indicated agreement and told him, “Unlock when ready”. I flushed the toilet and opened the door.

As I emerged from the cubicle, I then thought, “What do I do if he doesn’t unlock the door and just leaves me standing there like an idiot trying to get in?” It was pretty busy outside, with people coming and going, people washing their hands or waiting for a cubicle and some even hanging around at the urinals. They may or may not have known what was going on but I knew I had to risk it and be quick about it. As I turned, I saw his lock click to ‘vacant’ and I pretended to put in a coin and entered the cubicle.

On reflection, my hasty action deserved to lead me into serious trouble but my limited experience knew no better. I don’t know who I really expected to find inside but for a start he hadn’t lied about his age. He was a fraction taller than me, lightly built with short dark hair and wearing blue denim jeans and a black leather bomber-jacket over a plain white ‘T’ shirt. But what struck me so overwhelmingly was his incredibly beautiful face. He had blue-grey eyes and soft boyish features, so clean-shaven that he looked almost as if he had never shaved and never needed to. I could hardly believe my eyes how gorgeous he was.

He also must have been reasonably pleased with me because, instead of just offering me his cock to suck, we both feverishly began undressing each other. We didn’t get far though, before we were both embracing, hugging each other tightly. This first embrace said so much without words and it seemed to last for ages; he pressed his whole body to me, burying his face against my neck, hugging me and kissing my neck. He smelt nice too; he was clearly wearing after-shave or cologne of some kind. Whatever it was, it was doing its job perfectly and I was almost overwhelmed. At best, on entering the cubicle, I had expected - I had hoped – for an ‘ordinary’ young man (like me) who wanted quick, impersonal sex but nothing had prepared me for this situation. He wanted – he deserved – far more than just a quick wank, that much was certain. Looking into those glistening blue-grey eyes, set beneath luxuriant dark eyebrows, I just cradled his face in my hands and gently kissed him on the lips.

At this point, I must have realised the danger we were both in; two men in a public toilet, half undressed and one of us under 21. I felt I had to get him out of there to somewhere safer – and a little more romantic. I whispered into his ear,

“You’re so gorgeous; what on earth are you doing here?”

He merely hugged me all the more tightly and then he kissed me for the first time; not a peck or anything half-hearted but a full-blown, sloppy kiss. Oh heavens! His lips tasted simply delicious! Memories came flooding back of an 18 year-old boy-friend I had a few years back, as I began to melt against him. Again, I whispered to him,

“I can’t bear the thought of you being caught here. Can I take you back to my place? It’s not too far and it’ll be safer there.”

Much to my surprise, he readily agreed, just as we noticed someone spying on us from under the partition with the next cubicle. It was that face again – the one I had seen looking back at me under the partitions - only this time, he was right next door and had already noticed two pairs of feet where there should be only one.

My newly discovered treasure left the cubicle first, flushing the toilet for effect, and I followed after a moment or two. When I emerged at the top of the steps, I thought that I had lost him and that he had run off, but then I caught a glimpse of him disappearing into a telephone kiosk. I still wasn’t sure whether he was trying to avoid me but I briskly walked up to the kiosk and when he saw me, he came out. As we walked away together, he seemed more on edge than I had expected and he was nervously looking around at the people about us.

As we walked on, I managed to ascertain that his name was Steve and that he was, of all things, a pipe-fitter. To this day, I don't know if he was having me on and it was some kind of jok on his part but without warning, he suddenly hustled me in front of a queue and onto a bus. Rather taken by surprise, I fumbled for the fare he had paid and followed him upstairs to where he was sitting, looking intently out of the window. He then told me that we had been followed from the toilet and he pointed to a middle-aged, rather scruffy looking man in the crowd who I remember seeing earlier, loitering in the public toilet. It was ‘The Face’ from under the partitions again!

We stayed on the bus as it went around the City Centre; meanwhile, he sat there, pressing his leg firmly against mine. Even through my jeans, I could feel the warmth of his leg and this tenuous connection of our bodies passed an electric sexuality between us that was getting me highly aroused! The blood was pumping through my cock, tightly crushed inside my briefs, and there was an uncomfortable dampness developing in my groin as pre-cum oozed into my underwear as we sat there, our jean-clad thighs pressed warmly together.

By the time we reached the Town Hall, he seemed to be less nervous. We had lost our follower, so we changed buses and headed to my place. On the way, I tried to make ‘small talk’ and he responded chattily. He had a gorgeous Liverpool accent but said he lived locally. I learned that he had left his parents in Liverpool to find work and that he shared a flat not far from where I now lived, so he didn’t feel that he was heading into totally strange parts. The short walk from the bus seemed to take ages; my heart was beating fast and it was thumping into my throat. I was nervous that we might meet someone I knew; what would I say? But as it happened, we didn’t pass anyone.

He seemed impressed when I showed him into my flat and immediately asked how much it cost. Typical of a Liverpool ‘Lad’, I thought; winningly engaging but always straight to the point. I took his leather bomber-jacket, gave him a Coke and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me, indicating for him to sit beside me, which he did. As I put my arm around him, he responded straight away by doing the same and by snuggling up to me affectionately. I stroked his face and again told him how beautiful he was.

“Thank you,” he said with a coy grin. He seemed genuinely flattered.

As I moved to kiss him, he turned toward me and our lips met for the second time in a kiss of such tenderness, quite unlike anything you could imagine from an 18 year-old. His lips were full and his mouth tasted slightly of mint, as our passions roused and our tongues entwined. I began to realise that he may have been 18 but he was no novice. He certainly knew how to kiss, that’s for sure!

Eagerly, he following me into the bedroom, where I drew the curtains and closed the door. In the semi-darkness, we embraced again but this time, unlike in the toilet cubicle, we were safe and secure from prying eyes. Our whole bodies now pressing together, we kissed and hugged. He began to unbutton my shirt as I removed his t-shirt, revealing soft tanned arms and a strong chest delicately peppered with tiny hairs. Again we hugged, but this time our skins touched for the first time and passed bodily warmth between us. Feverishly, I unzipped his flies and unbuckled his belt but by now, we were both so desperate to get into bed that we both just dropped our jeans and almost leapt into bed, still wearing our underpants.

Under the covers, we fell against each other, skin against skin, and I felt the warm hardness of his organ against mine through our underwear. Soon, however, the underwear was gone and we were fully naked, entwined, hugging and kissing in a heat of frantic passion. I could feel his organ, large and full, between our stomachs as I lay on top of him and he began thrusting upwards to me.

Looking back from today’s world of the internet and ‘porn on tap’, it’s difficult to explain but all this excitement simply proved too much for me and his eagerness tipped me over the edge; all my pent-up sexual frustrations rose within me and I came uncontrollably against his stomach and erect cock, hugging and pressing myself to him. As I clung to him, my orgasm enveloped my whole body, as my semen gushed uncontrollably in pulses between us.

I was mortified. While I did not count myself as promiscuous, I had ‘been around the block a few times’, so this sort of thing was not supposed to happen to me and I was embarrassed. I thought I had blown my chances and it was all over. Light-heartedly, I apologized and quickly mopped up the mess, as I didn’t want to disappoint him. But there was no fear of that; he rolled me onto my back and knelt astride me, holding his throbbing penis in my face, foreskin already drawn back in anticipation. Evidently, he hadn’t forgotten our bargain back in the public toilet!

I too had no intention of breaking our ‘contract’, so I eagerly took his throbbing tool in my mouth and began sucking and playing with it. He loved it. We rolled about in a number of positions, with me sucking him and tickling and licking his testicles; and him thoroughly reveling in it. But I had to keep resting my jaw; it was beginning to ache and juices were everywhere; he was a big lad for one so slightly built.

“I’m a good stayer,” he joked, and he certainly was. I wasn’t about to give up either; he was 18, beautiful - and all mine.

But eventually, I felt the tell-tale signs; now on his back again with me crouched between his baby-soft thighs, his organ in my mouth and gripped in my hand, his breathing suddenly changed and he began gasping and shuddering. Don’t you simply love that moment when a young man loses all self-control just before he cums? With a deep, hard gasp, he exploded into my mouth 3 or 4 times, great gushes of salty cum coursing through his organ and filling my mouth.

Some guys (girls too, I suppose) don’t like the taste of a guy’s cum, so they either spit it out or let it dribble back out of their mouth. For me though, the whole experience is a very personal one and while I don’t much like the taste, I feel that swallowing it increases that connection; it creates an even deeper bond between the ‘giver’ and the ‘receiver’. Besides which, having a man’s cum permanently inside me is very satisfying; at least it is for me, at any rate! Consequently, as his throbbing cock subsided, I swallowed all of his slimy, slithery juices. His body then relaxing and exhausted, he breathed heavily.

“Jeez, I needed that!” he said, as we collapsed into each other’s arms, once again hugging and kissing.

At this point, I thought he would want to leave, his passion satisfied; but he hadn’t had enough, it seemed. We continued laying together, caressing and stroking, hugging and kissing, rolling about in loving passion the likes of which I had not felt in a long while. Occasionally, we would rest and just lay still in each other’s arms, softly talking, only to return to the hugging and kissing with renewed vitality. I complimented him on how passionate a lover he was. He liked that.

I said, “You’re not shy either, are you”, and he looked at me, slightly surprised, and replied, “No”, as if it had never occurred to him.

As we still lay entwined, without any warning he then said,

“Well, can I stick it up you then?”

Although the abruptness of his request came as something of a surprise, it was by no means out of character. He was direct and to the point. But I saw this as an opportunity, so in an attempt to persuade him to meet me again, I said I thought maybe we should keep that for another time. He didn’t seem to mind, except that now we began exploring each other’s bottoms.

As I played my finger around his anus, I realised that this was one of his weak spots, as it was mine in fact. He began groaning and he clasped my hand, pressing my finger into him. With the aid of a little lube, I began to finger-fuck him, massaging his prostate while he writhed about, groaning in ecstasy. For a few moments, I had his entire body sensations under my control (again) and I sensed he was going to let go again. I felt tremendous. But he had other ideas still in his mind because he gently pushed me away, grabbing the lube and following my example. Now he was the one who had me under his control and my mind soon changed regarding his request to screw me! He rolled me over and took charge.

I asked him to take it gently – he was only young and I wasn’t sure how desperate he might be. But I need have had no fears. As I lay on my front over a pillow, face to one side and one knee raised, he lubricated his now throbbing organ and my aching anus. He entered me just a little at a time, pausing when I asked, allowing me to relax. He wasn’t particularly well-endowed, as if that mattered, but he was fairly narrow too, so I was able to accommodate him with very little discomfort. However, his cock was quite long and it was terrific to feel his slender organ sliding smoothly in and out, upwards and inwards, rhythmically inside me, as he lay against my back with his arms firmly clasped around me. It was sheer bliss.

Eventually, he began thrusting in earnest, almost withdrawing in between his full, hard thrusts into me. In fact, he slipped out twice and got a bit flustered at nearly losing it – he was obviously getting near to his climax. I calmed him as he entered again easily, softly encouraging him to continue, and he began thrusting again, now desperately. As I felt his rhythm change, he thrust once or twice really hard into me as far as he could go and, reaching his climax, he grasped both my hands on the pillow and buried his face against my neck. I could feel him holding his breath, as he held absolutely still for a second or two; and then I felt his organ pulsing high inside me – 2, 3, 4, 5 times he came into me, my insides warmed by the love fluid flowing into me. Then he let out a gasp and I felt him relax his frantic grip of me, as he just lay there on top of me, his tool still slowly throbbing the last of his orgasm inside me.

Exhausted, his tool slipped out of me as he still lay against my back, sighing and breathing heavily. I sighed too – frankly, I had never had it so good! As we rolled over into each other’s arms once again, I told him so and he was justly flattered. We must have rolled about kissing and embracing for quite some time until he finally asked if I had cum when he screwed me. I told him I hadn’t, although I had been pretty close, and to my utter amazement, he said,

“Right, well it’s your turn then – I’ll do you a blow job” and with the words, “Let me at it!” he climbed over in-between my legs and began passionately sucking my still hard penis and tickling my testicles with his fingers.

Frankly, I was speechless; this 18 year-old fantasy had just had two quite tremendous orgasms in the space and he was still as excited and, what’s more, he was interested in me. I wasn’t expecting any more than I had already experienced but I was ready for anything he was prepared to offer and I was enjoying every precious moment.

He didn’t move up and down on me much; instead, he teased me with his mouth and tongue, second by second, so slowly that as I felt myself drawing towards a climax, it was so gently and slowly done that the tension was almost agonizing in its pleasure. I began shaking what seemed like ages before I came but then I could feel the fluid rising in me, flowing on its inexorable path to the outside world. I clutched at his head, gasping for breath, and came like a small fountain into his mouth, pumping away while he eagerly swallowed every drop I gave him until I was truly spent.

I was still gasping for breath when he collapsed against me again, where he lay for another ten minutes or so until it was time for him to return to his own flat. We had been in bed together for nearly three hours and finally he was leaving. We dressed and tidied up and I asked if I could see him again. To this day, his reply still baffles me.

“What do you think?” he said.

I’ve often wondered at the double meaning in his response but at the time, I took it at face value, gave him my phone number and attempted to express sincere feeling to him as I showed him out to the road and directed him to his bus home.

A beautiful cheery face smiled back at me as I waved to him disappearing down the road. As I returned to my flat and closed the door, I was alone again and felt suddenly empty and yet at the same time rejuvenated. For me, nothing short of a fantasy had come true and it felt all the better for knowing that he had had a bloody good time too! Our afternoon had been filled with such intense passion that I thought, “Surely this was more than just another ‘one night stand’ encounter?” But he never contacted me and I never saw him again. All I have is the memory; the image etched in my mind of that beautiful young man’s face, the warmth of his soft skin against mine and that incredible Thursday afternoon.

If you liked that story, please let me know - even post a comment under “ask me a question”. Or perhaps you’d just like to read another story?

Here’s an index of my other sordid tales, many of them taken from true-life sexual adventures of my own: Erotic Gay Stories Index

#gay short stories #hot gay stories #smut #cute guys #twinks #gay stories #cottaging #public toilets

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cyberth0t · 1 year

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It's #webcomicday!

INHERITANCE is a gay peerage romance set in present-day Europe. It interweaves classic fairytale tropes into a modern story, with Shakespearean-level dramatic stakes, and centered around a slow-burn (and gay) love story.

Okay now please let me wax poetic:

This story is a labor of love.

I stopped drawing in 2010 after intense burn out, and didn't begin again until 2021. I decided (against all popular advice and the voice of my own inner critic) to jump from doing zero art at all into making a webcomic, and I am so glad I ignored everyone/everything and took the leap.

I have wanted to see something like INHERITANCE since I was young--a sweeping gay romance where the couple doesn't get sick or murdered or sundered apart. Adult characters with depth and nuance, diversity, and an engaging plot beyond their first kiss or first time in bed. I wanted drama that didn't center around the two leads being mismatched or toxic to one another, I wanted the pressure to come from the outside--us VS the world type beat. I wanted to see gay love that transcended worldly obstacles, the way we've seen hetero pairings depicted since time immemorial.

This STILL doesn't exist in 2023, to my knowledge, so I'm doing it my damn self.

#teamrivro

Website | Webtoon | Patreon

#webcomicday #webcomic day #indie comics #gay art #gay stories #lgbt romance #original story #original fiction #queer fiction #lgbt fiction #cybersketch #rivro #inheritance

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emeryleewho · 16 days

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Hello! My webcomic is up on Webtoons! It is a very queer subversion of superhero comics and shounen manga that weaves humor, action, and romance together in anti-capitalist themes + the whole cast is canonically queer - all the casual misogyny woo!

A Flair of Fate follows teen superhero-in-training Javi Cabrera who, after the death of his dad in a tragic fire, pledges himself to joining the National League of Heroic Flairs to become a superhero even though he was born without a flair (or superpower). When he gets the chance to be the League's first flairless hero, he embarks on a journey to realize his dreams, but between first love, late stage capitalism, and an ongoing rivalry with his ex-best friend, Itsuki, Javi's got a long way to go before realizing his dreams, and soon he's going to learn the meaning behind the phrase "never meet your heroes".

It's free to read, so please check it out. I've got content warnings if you need them and you can find more about the story on the A Flair of Fate website.

And look, they're all holding plushies of themselves!!! Okay, that is all.

#A flair of fate #webcomic #comics #author #illustrator #queer stories #gay stories

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nubiannewyorkers · 1 year

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#BookWorm - "Drapetomania: or, the narrative of Cyrus Tyler and Abednego Tyler, lovers" is a spellbinding novel that was written by John R. Gordon and released on May 17, 2018.

This book takes readers on a powerful and emotionally charged journey into the world of two enslaved men, Cyrus and Abednego, who defy the oppressive forces of slavery and fall deeply in love on a Louisiana plantation in the 19th century.

The novel explores the deeply intertwined themes of love, sexuality, race, and slavery, revealing the harsh realities of life for black people in America during this tumultuous time. Gordon's storytelling is breathtakingly vivid, delivering a powerful commentary on the human experience that is sure to captivate and challenge readers alike.

With its thought-provoking narrative and compelling characters, "Drapetomania" is a must-read for anyone looking for a gripping and evocative exploration of the intersection of race, gender, and sexuality in American history.

#gay read #gay book #gay stories

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luckyluan · 1 month

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The Minions.

Feb 15, 2024 - 11:59pm

“Why the fuck are we here?!” Connor said.

“The trident is here. I know it.” Marlon responded.

“Can you be more specific? Like this general area or like...earth?”

Marlon turned in slow circles. He placed his heel down first and moved through each step with a deft precision. The loose gravel crunched under his brown boots and the sound echoed off the low cavern walls.

“I can feel it.” Marlon said. “finding this trident, would restore honor to my family. He trusts me. I can’t let him down. I need this to be here.”

“Well,” Connor called. “You want the bad news first or...”

Marlon’s head snapped to Connor’s position. He crossed the cavern in four large strides and pushed Connor aside. The cavern wall bore a depression as large as a fire extinguisher case. The dark, hollow space was empty.

“No.” Marlon said.

“Look at it this way, at least the pressure of restoring your family honor is gone. You failed. Hooray!”

Marlon smacked Connor hard across the face and the sound echoed through stone walls.

“Ow!” Connor moaned. “Just for that, you have to tell him you didn’t find it and I hope he turns you into an empty water bottle.”

“Fuck.” Marlon said. “I need to call Lance.”

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lgbtq-archives · 6 months

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Hi! I'm Aaron, and I write stuff.

Specifically gay romance, among other things. Feel free to check out all of my work for free at gayauthors.org/author/astone2292.

Some of my favorite stories are (links on titles):

Cernunnos - A deer shapeshifter finds himself living in a lycan community. Join him as he manages humanity's ways, discovers ranch dressing, and tries to figure out why the wolves don't want to eat him.

Primal Park - A Sci-Fi anthropomorphic anthology, co-authored with one of my favorite humans. Journey to Primal Park, an island destination designed for its customers become hunted prey, and possibly dragged to a bedroom...

In the Shadows - A shapeshifter romance trilogy. Vincent, a mage, finds a hunky alpha lycan who claims they are destined mates. Together, can they locate and defeat the man who murdered Vincent's parents?

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A bit about me: I've been trapped in the retail industry since I was eleven. It's all I've ever known until I picked up writing as a hobby. I'm currently managing a liquor store full-time, so you can imagine my depression when I have to ring Mr. Borden up and he uses his debit card with "Our Savings" written in black Sharpie on it...

I have a wonderful husband, and we're in a fantastic open relationship. He's bi, so I let him have fun with cooties in the guest bedroom. He's the light of my life. I have no idea where I'd be without him. But still, don't let him deter you from messaging me about... well, you know... stuff.

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This is Part 2 of one of my earliest stories, “Drunk & Disorderly” and I’ve delayed posting it as I wasn’t sure how it might be received. They say that the first rule of counselling is not to get emotionally involved with your client. You certainly don’t go to bed with him! Yes, well……

David comes onto his Counsellor

(my neighbours' young son needs more than a shoulder to cry on....)

Just to remind you – David was 18 and he lived with his younger sister, a smothering mother and a rather authoritarian father in the apartment upstairs. He was about 5’ 8”, slightly built and his eyes, as I recall, were greyish-blue. He was a studious type, bright and articulate and he always had neat, gelled hair – except on the occasion when his mates dumped him, drunk, on my doorstep that night! But that’s the earlier story. This is some months later.

In the meantime, David and I had become friends. After I gave him refuge on the night of his Birthday, he eventually wheedled out of me what had happened and after overcoming his embarrassment, it seemed to give him the courage to start confiding in me. First, if he passed through the car park when I was cleaning the car, he would hang around, just making conversation. Then he began dropping-in on me in the apartment whenever he could – often late in the evening on his way home from a night out. It was all quite platonic and ‘proper’ and I gave him coffee and we talked about all sorts of stuff. I effectively became a kind of unofficial counsellor for him.

One of the good things that seemed to have come from these chats was his increasing confidence and independence from his overbearing parents. After his Birthday, when he was out all night for the first time in his life (his parents never knew that he spent the night zonked-out out on my bed, thank goodness!) they questioned him less and less about his comings and goings and seemed to give him more freedom to be the young man that he was. And a gorgeous young man he was too! Every time he came around, I couldn’t stop from remembering my having to pull his trousers off his drunk and sleeping body; and his lovely tight black underpants (the ones with the white trim and piping!) – and all the rest. But I digress……..

I suppose he must have known that I had grown quite fond of him but I couldn’t quite figure-out why he liked spending so much time with me until I got him onto the subject of sex one night. My suspicions proved right. He knew that I was gay right from the outset; so did his parents, because I had been fairly open about my erstwhile partner but it was only now that David admitted that he was gay too. Actually, the words he used were, “I think I might be gay.” Yeah, well! The trouble was he wasn’t sure because, although he had never had any interest in girls, his only ‘relationship’ was with this other lad, Gavin, who sounded to me pretty messed-up and who was driving David up the wall!

David was besotted with Gavin though. Gavin was ‘Mr Wonderful’, in every respect. He had been his best friend at school and they had spent a lot of time together, in class, at each other’s homes, in each other’s rooms, etc. They had “messed around”, as David so coyly put it, but had not “done anything serious”. The reason for that was not because of any reluctance on David’s part but because Gavin wasn’t sure. According to David, Gavin wasn’t sure about himself; he wasn’t sure what he was and he wasn’t sure what he wanted; in fact, although I had never met Gavin, from what David told me about him, there didn’t seem to me to be a whole lot Gavin was sure about! He wasn’t doing David any good, that’s for sure, but like a good counsellor, I didn’t say this to David. But I did encourage David to keep questioning what he was doing and whether it was getting him anywhere.

Eventually, David resolved to have it out with Gavin (so to speak) and to tell him that he had to make up his mind if he wanted to continue his relationship with David. If so, it was going to have to involve “doing sex properly”, as David so quaintly put it. David rang me on his mobile earlier in the evening to say he was going over to see Gavin (again) and that he expected tonight to be the dénouement and “can I come round later to tell you how it went?”.

“Of course,” I said.

By 11.30, I figured they were probably “doing sex properly”, to use David’s words, so I went to bed. The doorbell rang about 11.45 and I threw on my dressing-gown and answered the door to find David standing there, looking forlorn and with blood-shot eyes. I suspected he’d been crying.

At this point, I should mention that we had not been particularly tactile in our friendship up to now, although he had taken to man-hugging me affectionately each time I answered my front door to him. But that was as far as it had gone. So I was a little taken by surprise when, as soon as the door was closed, he threw his arms around me and burst into tears!

“I’ve lost him!” he sobbed into my dressing-gown, “He’s gone for good now and it’s all my fault! What am I going to do?”

Now, I’m ashamed to say that I already had a hard-on in my pyjama bottoms under my dressing-gown and I was desperate that he shouldn’t find out, so I managed to pull him away from me and I steered him into the bedroom, as the rest of the apartment was in darkness and the heating was off. I sat him on the bed, gave him a box of tissues and let him calm down enough to start telling me what had happened. Well yes, I knew what had happened but that’s what you do, don’t you, at times like this!

After he calmed down a bit and the tears began to dry up, I made coffee and we sat on the bed for nearly an hour, with poor David recounting (for the umpteenth time) every detail of his life-story with Gavin, interrupted with bouts of tears and sobbing and more tissues until, when he had just about exhausted his supply of tears, he said,

“Can I stay with you tonight? I can’t go home now and risk waking Mum & Dad. If they see me like this, what would I say?”

What could I say? After all that had passed between us and after what happened that night on his Birthday, I couldn’t turn him out now. I suppose, what I should have done is let him sleep on the couch but it had not escaped me that he had used the expression, “stay with you tonight” rather than “stay here tonight” and I somehow knew that he needed the physical comfort of a friend beside him and not just a cold couch to doss-down on for the night. So I slipped discreetly back under the covers of the bed and just said, “OK”, patting the top of the duvet beside me.

I pretended not to look as he shyly turned his back to me, taking his shirt and trousers off and laying them over the chair. But even from the back, the view of his slim, young body and his blemish-free skin sent tingles of excitement through me. I saw his lovely pert bum, tonight clad in a rather jazzy pair of pink and yellow briefs, which he left on. As he climbed into bed on the other side, I found myself saying,

“Do you want to cuddle a while?” and I raised my arm as he quickly rolled across and snuggled up beside me, putting one arm around my middle and resting his head on my chest. His underpant-clad groin was pressed against my thigh and I had an erection again!

Thankfully, I was still wearing my pyjama bottoms but I was still embarrassed that he might discover my erection, so I rolled onto my side facing away from him but still holding him to me. His arm was still clutched around my middle but his face was now buried in the back of my neck and his bulge (which I was rather aware of by this time) was pressing against my backside.

This seemed fine for a while and I thought he was settling-down to doze. But then I felt his arm move and his hand start to stroke my chest, softly and gently at first, exploring and discovering my nipple. I didn’t want his hand ‘wandering’ any further, so I took hold of it with my own and gave it an affectionate squeeze. However, I think he must have taken that as a signal to go further because his hand now pulled away and began ‘wandering’ down across my stomach and my pyjamas. As he did so, I felt his hand brush against my erect organ, unconstrained beneath the loose folds of my pyjama bottoms. Needless to say, my heart was racing, surely loud enough for him to hear it! His hand came to rest on my erect and sensitive penis and he closed his fingers around it softly. I tried not to twitch but, you know how it is, you can’t help it; an involuntary spasm occurred in my groin that manifested itself in a twitch in my member – followed by that familiar feeling of a drop of pre-cum oozing into the soft cotton of my pyjamas.

Part of me wanted to stop him now, before it went any further, but I’m sorry to say that I was so excited by this gorgeous young man pressed tightly up against me and with his hand around my organ that I just lay there, allowing him to make the next move. Which he did.

He deftly slid his hand under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and began slowly masturbating me, using my own pre-cum as a lube. I’m uncut, and he was gently pulling my foreskin up and down over the moist head of my erect organ and this just encouraged more pre-cum to flow. His fingers seemed to be almost lovingly massaging the now swollen and moist head of my tool. I was so highly aroused by all this – and him especially – that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it. It was just too exciting. Plus, I hadn’t had sex or masturbated in the last three days!

Before I knew it, I felt that familiar aching feeling in my balls; his continued motions up and down with my foreskin, around and around my penis-head, so firmly and yet so gently, soon elicited the inevitable result – and I just came. Just like that. As I climaxed, I gasped in relief as my jism erupted though my tool and into the folds of my pyjamas. Realising what was happening under the bed-clothes, the motions of his hand became more sweeping; his fingers clasped and enveloped the head of my penis, as I shot 3 or 4 more loads of my sperm into his eager hand and fingers. I was in agony and ecstasy at the same time, as my spasms continued until they subsided in his hand. It was then that he kissed me on the back of my neck. Meanwhile, as I breathed heavily, recovering my composure, I hugged him closer to me, as an unspoken acknowledgement of affection for what he had just done. I thought that would be it.

We lay there for a few minutes until quietly, he murmured my name and said,

“Will you let me do it to you? You know, put it inside you.” He said the words with a kind of soft pleading in his voice and I could feel his own erection bulging in his underpants, pressed hard against my buttocks.

“Don’t you want to keep that for someone special?” was all I could think to say.

“But you are someone special,” he replied and I took a deep breath of resignation, as I turned on the light and rolled over to look him in the face. His lovely blue-grey eyes were still sad and blood-shot from all his crying earlier but his face just looked like a little puppy that wanted to be loved. I couldn’t help it. I put my hand out, pulled his face to me and kissed him warmly on the lips. Such soft, luscious and delicious lips.

I thought that, possibly, I might have shocked him; but no. He simply copied my move and put his hand behind my head, as we both melted into each other in such a loving kiss that, to me, tasted like sweet honey! My mind raced as I thought of all the rules I had just broken and I realised what thin ice I was on. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if he ended-up being hurt even more by what I had just done but somehow I must have known that he was old enough and sensible enough and that it was all going to be alright.

As he took his underpants off, I also slipped my damp bottoms off. Then I reached over to the cabinet and got a condom from the drawer. I gave it to him and said,

“I suppose you know what to do with this?”

He looked at me with a sort of sheepish grin that spoke of naughtiness and guilt. He took it from me and began opening it, as I rolled onto my front with a pillow under me. I reached out and passed him the lube, as I felt him climb over, astride and behind me.

I guess it was because it was his first time doing this that he was a bit frantic at first and I had to calm him down.

“Take it slowly - gently. I’m not going anywhere!” I assured him, as he nervously prodded around for his entry. I reached behind myself with one hand and took hold of his rock-hard erection, now clad in its cover, all slippery with lube, and I guided it to its destination. He pushed into me – a bit too hard and a bit too far really – and I gasped as his tool crashed my outer and inner sphincters in one go.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he said, nervously, “Did I do it wrong?”

“No. No, it’s alright,” I reassured him, “Just hold there a while and let me relax.”

Good as gold, he waited for me to signal that he could carry on.

Once he began thrusting in and out of me, it didn’t take him long before his motion became more urgent, more frantic, as I felt his solid manhood pushing up, deeply into my insides. I had come already less than half-an-hour ago and yet the excitement of feeling him slapping his groin against my buttocks, his arms astride my body and his organ inside me was getting me aroused again. He didn’t realise it but his hard tool was also rubbing back and forth across my prostate and it was driving me towards another orgasm. But something didn’t feel quite right. Then, during one of his frantic lunges I felt him slip out of me.

“Oh shit,” he uttered at first, then “Oh no! It’s slipped off! Oh fuck, sorry!”

Oddly enough, I’d never heard him swear before; he was always such a well-spoken young man with me but the frustration had clearly got the better of him. You have to make a snap decision at times like this and on this occasion, I decided the risk factors to both of us were probably minimal. So I said,

“Never mind - don’t worry about it – just carry on without it. It’ll be ok.” And I reached around and grabbed the soggy article, throwing it on the floor beside the bed. Fortunately, he was still hard (not to say slippery!) and I guided his desperate organ back to its target. He didn’t waste any time either. Perhaps dispensing with the condom made him feel it was even more personal, more intimate this way because within a minute or two, his thrusting became more desperate and forceful again. He started moaning and whimpering, as he made lunge after lunge, hard into me and I felt that tell-tale ache in my groin, as an unwilling second orgasm oozed its juices from my cock into the pillow beneath me. Just at that moment, pushing hard into me, he paused and I felt his organ throbbing and pulsing inside of me as all the pent-up emotions and frustrations of his last year now came surging out of him and into me. Into my body. He gasped loudly, almost shouting out his relief and then collapsed against my back with his arms clasped tightly around my chest, his face buried in the nape of my neck. He was crying again, sobbing his heart out, and I realised at that moment that at the height of his climax, he had been imagining that he was at last fulfilling his wish to make love to his beloved Gavin.

We lay there, as his softening cock gently slipped out of me and I let him sob against my neck for a moment or two, his tears and dribble running down the side of my neck and cheek. Then I moved around and rolled over, with him face down beside me, sobbing.

“I’m sorry; I’m so sorry,” he sobbed into the pillow. I gently raised his head from the pillow and looked into his beautiful blue-grey, bloodshot eyes as I gently stroked his hair and comforted him.

“It’s alright, David. Come here,” I said and I drew him to me, as he put his arm across me and placed his face back against my chest. He knew that I knew – and that I understood. We both drifted-off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I need not have worried about him. It was me that probably got hurt because we never made love again, although we did become even firmer, deeper friends than before. He still called around for late night chats but we never talked about that night and soon our conversations would include tales of his latest conquests and then his new “boyfriend”, who he of course brought round to me to approve! It’s sad really, isn’t it - but in a nice kind of way!

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Here’s an index of my other sordid tales, many of them taken from my own true-life sexual adventures: Erotic Gay Stories Index

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