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“The kid is off limits!”

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Part 6

“Oh dang, Uncle Blake, dinner looks amazing!” said Zach as he dished up his plate.“Uncle?” repeated Brad, raising a quizzical eyebrow at Zach.
“I’ll let it grow on you…” grinned Zach, turning his attention to the mound of food on his plate
“Wow, someone is hungry!” laughed Blake, admiring Zach’s appetite.
“Sorry, guys, I haven’t had food that smelled this good in a long time…” mumbled Zach between mouthfuls “I’m used to mac-and-cheese and pop tarts. Dinner tonight is like eating at a gourmet restaurant.”
“Easy, you’re going to inflate Blake’s head so much he won’t be able to fit through the door…” chuckled Brad.
After about an hour every plate had been licked clean, and the conversation was winding down.
“Okay, you two, time to clean up the dishes and kitchen, since I cooked…” announced Blake.
“Let me take care of everything…” offered Zach. “You’ve both been more than kind.”
“If you insist…” shrugged Brad, settling in next to Blake on the sofa and pouring them both another glass of red wine.
By the time that Zach had finished cleaning down the kitchen, Brad and Blake were snoozing in each other’s arms on the sofa. Zach paused for a moment to take in the sight of Brad’s head nuzzled in Blake’s chest. He watched as Brad’s head went up and down with each breath Blake took. Zach reached out and touched both guys on their shoulders, startling them both.
“Guys? Sorry to wake you…” apologised Zach. “I’m just off to bed. Maybe you should go too?”
“I think you’re right…” yawned Blake. “Come on, Brad, bedtime. Night, kid, sleep well. Let us know if you need anything.”
Once in their bedroom, Brad and Blake peeled off their clothes and threw them on the floor before climbing into bed. They loved to sleep naked, especially in the summertime.
Blake wrapped his arm around Brad and smiled,
“You know, Zach is a good kid…” said Blake, wrapping his arms around Brad and pulling their bodies together. “Handsome as hell too.”
“Blake!” protested Brad. “We’re responsible for him — we can’t be fucking around with Zach, he’s off limits.”
“I know, but you have to admit he has a nice ass… and that chest!” grinned Blake.
“Okay, I’ll admit, he does have a nice ass… and chest also…” conceded Brad..
“Have you ever thought of having a houseboy, someone who can help around the house with chores, so it frees our time up?” suggested Blake..
“You mean help around the house sexually too?” asked Brad.
“That’s always been a fantasy of mine…” acknowledged Blake. “Having a younger guy in the house. Tell me you wouldn’t mind a hot young guy strutting around the house all day in a jock strap? A sexy young slutty guy that we could both have some fun with?”
“I’m not totally against the the idea…” admitted Brad.
“Not totally against the idea?” grinned Blake, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Brad’s thickening cock-shaft. “Feels like your cock is totally up for this idea…”
“Feels like our cocks are both in agreement on this one…” grinned Brad, wrapping his hand around Blake’s thick cock-shaft.
“You wouldn’t know how to handle a young slutty guy like that…” teased Blake, firmly jacking Brad’s cock.
“Why don’t you show me how it’s done?” challenged Brad. Blake firmly shoved Brad’s head down onto one of his nipples and Brad started going to town on it, licking and sucking, biting and chewing.
“Yeah… that’s it…” encouraged Blake. “Love it when you chew on my tits…”
“You’re being too soft on this boy…” growled Brad.
“Yeah?” grinned Blake. “Why? What would you be doing to him?”
“I’d be straight into his tight little boy-cunt…” growled Brad, flipping Blake over spreading his muscle-hard ass cheeks to expose Blake’s hairy fuck-hole.
“Ugh…” moaned Blake, as Brad’s mouth made contact with his fuck-hole. “Damn, I’ve missed your tongue back there! Fuck yeah… Eat that muscle-cunt!” Brad spat and licked and chewed on Blake’s fuck-hole, pushing his tongue deep inside, feeling Blake’s muscle-cunt getting wet, getting loose, getting ready.
“You ready for my cock, stud?” asked Brad, pushing his fingers into Blake’s spit-slick fuck-hole.
“Hell yeah, shove that bad boy in there…” urged Blake, bending his knees to give Brad maximum access. “it’s been too damn long. I need some Brad cock to breed my man-hole.”
“So fucking tight…” grunted Brad, driving his cock into Blake. “I need to fuck you more often to keep that hole opened up.”
“Less talk and more fucking…” instructed Blake.
Usually, Brad played the bottom role since he was smaller in stature and loved being controlled in bed by Blake’s hard, brawny body. However, the talk about houseboys, as well as seeing Zach shirtless and covered in sweat, had ignited a spark in Brad that Blake hadn’t seen in a very long time. Brad was pounding Blake’s fuck-hole with long, powerful fuck-strokes, and Blake was loving every inch of it.
When Blake was good and opened up, Brad pulled his cock out of Blake’s ass. He lay on his back and grabbed his cock with his right hand to make it stand straight up.
“What are you waiting for?” ordered Brad. “Hop on, fucker, you’re going to ride this cock!” Wasting no time, Blake climbed on top and sat down on Brad’s cock with ease. Brad had a perfect view of Blake’s chest, glistened with sweat as he rode up and down. Blake leaned his head back in ecstasy as he enjoyed every minute of the ride. As Brad thrust deeper, Blake grabbed his own cock and started stroking it. Brad had a great view of Blake’s cock beginning to drip pre-cum. He imagined fucking the cum right out of him.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to blow a big load in your ass…” grunted Brad.
“Oh yeah?” grinned Blake, increasing the intensity of his ride. Blake suddenly lost it. “Ah, fuck!”
Cum started firing out of Blake’s cock, stream after stream hit Brad’s face and lips. Brad quickly stuck out his tongue and began to lick Blake’s hot jizz from his lips.
“Get ready, fucker, here comes a big cum-dump in your ass!” announced Brad.
“Seed my ass, fucker!” encouraged Blake. Brad was so turned on, he tensed up and started filling Blake’s ass with load after load of his hot cum.
Blake finally collapsed on top of Brad’s cum-soaked chest. He scooped some of his cum off Brad’s chest and fed it to him. Grabbing a bit more, he spread the cum all over Brad’s lips and then went in for a deep kiss.
“Mmm…” Blake muttered while tasting his sweet load all over Brad’s lips. “Someone made a mess!” Blake went down without hesitation and started to lick his load off of Brad’s chest.
“Fuck, that was hot!” exclaimed Brad as Blake finished up the last drop of cum from Brad’s chest and face.
“I think that was the hottest sex we’ve ever had…” Blake said as he laid his head on Brad’s chest.
“I think you’re right…” laughed Brad. “You don’t think we were too loud, do you?”
“I kind of hope he heard us…” grinned Blake. “Let him know how real men fuck… Let him know what we’ll do to his ass if he keeps wearing those tight shorts…”
“Keep dreaming…” laughed Brad. “Don’t forget, the kid is off limits!”

Can I call you Uncle?

Can I Call You Uncle? is the first in the Coyote Tales series of erotic gay fiction written by Coyote and Gareth Johnson.

We’re currently serialising the story. This is the sixth instalment — read earlier episodes here.

Model: Covax. Photographer: Coyote Studios
Model: Covax. Photographer: Coyote Studios

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“In a fictional universe I would wield magic”



Artwork by Stefano Junior (image supplied)
Artwork by Stefano Junior (image supplied)

I caught up with artist Stefano Junior to talk art, illustration, and super-powers.

When did you start to explore your passion for illustration and art?

I’ve been drawing as far back as I can remember. According to my parents, I drew a very convincing female figure from my imagination at about three or four years old. From then on, when I wasn’t at school, watching cartoons, or voraciously reading comic books, I’d be drawing. My parents eventually enrolled me in a fine arts weekend program at a local college — I studied there for several years while going through grammar and middle school.

What is it about superheroes that appeals to you?

In hindsight, apart from the obvious colourful allure of superhero adventures, it was the transformative nature that is the basis of most superhero narratives. As a child, in suburban 80s America, with my penchant for the arts, girls toys, and a foreign name, I was bullied extensively — superheroes provided a means to escape, I could imagine that I might one day extricate myself from that oppression.

Books like Chris Claremont’s X-Men, which were ripe with soap-opera-like drama, reassured me that my ‘latent’ powers weren’t things to be ashamed of. Roger Stern’s run on Superman affirmed my beliefs that though people could be cruel and misguided, it didn’t mean that I should have to sacrifice my ethics and sense of what’s right. George Pérez’s Wonder Woman — that she was an immigrant appealed to me as a first-generation Italian, and she never lost her compassion for even her greatest foes.

Growing up with older sisters and a strong Italian matriarch may have influenced me gravitating to female heroes. But there was also the allure of the outrageous 80s feminine glamour of heroes like She-Ra, or the many fantastic mutant women of the X-universe who all played such pivotal roles in the series while donning fantastic costumes created by amazing artists like Paul Smith, Arthur Adams, and Marc Silvestri.

I love your drawings of Sorceror Stefano — is that an alter ego?

I’ve been developing an illustrated version of myself over the years. I’m currently studying cartooning at the School of Visual Arts — comic legend Phil Jimenez was one of my instructors my sophomore year. Our mid-term assignment was to create a fictionalised life drawing of ourselves in a turnaround. So I photographed myself, and further developed the design of my Sorcerer self. As an artist, the process of creation feels like sorcery, so were I to exist in a fictional universe, I would definitely wield magic. I’d also like to be physically invulnerable.

Who are some of your art heroes or inspirations?

My inspirations are pretty vast. From the art world it includes Bernini, Gabriel Rosetti, and Waterhouse. From comics it includes Esteban Maroto, Garcia Lopez, Marc Silvestri, Brian Bolland, George Perez, Phil Jimenez, Adam Hughes, Colleen Doran, Art Adams, and especially Alan Davis — both for the aesthetic beauty and elegance of his art, and as a draughtsman and storyteller.

If you could do a life drawing of a male super-hero, who would you choose?

Henry Cavill as Superman.

Your moustache game is pretty strong — what does your moustache say about you?

At its most base, it’s a homage to the machismo of the 1980s — particularly my hero, Tom Selleck as Magnum PI. He’s the epitome of masculine idealisation.

I grow it and shave it constantly — it’s spawned its own cartoon of my creation. You can follow the exploits of me and my moustache — Mr. Mustardo — on Instagram. It’s absolutely vain, but it allows for me to be humorous in a single panel cartoon form that deviates from the more representative work and superhero storytelling that I’ve primarily been focused on.

What are some of your goals and ambitions for the months ahead?

I hope to further develop an original comic that I started in the Fall, that centres around a complex heroine and a magical discovery. Plus there’s some newer humorous cartoons that Id like to serialise online somehow — one that follows the exploits of a majordomo in an early 20th century hotel, another that follows a boy through multiple mediums and circumstances that end badly.

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