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“Dude, did you see those girls? Soo hot…” Trian said wistfully, slightly humping the air with his hips. He brushed his hair out of his eyes though it did little good given the amount of gel in it was enough to give it the consistency of most...


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“Dude, did you see those girls? Soo hot…” Trian said wistfully, slightly humping the air with his hips. He brushed his hair out of his eyes though it did little good given the amount of gel in it was enough to give it the consistency of most concrete.

August looked back at them and shrugged. Standard fair, really, when you got through the layers of makeup and dye. “Yea … they’re alright.” The youth agreed. Admittedly his interests lay elsewhere but he had yet to confide that fact in anyone else.

“Kiss me.”

“W-wha?" August stammered and swallowed hard.

"Kiss me! Guys kissing turns girls on! They’ll wanna do us.” Deadset on his decision and guided by a large number of blog stories he had read online, Trian edged closer to August nd caught the white-haired boy by the shirt collar.

Possibly at the verge of his only chance to ever kiss his biggest crush, August as not one to argue. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other boy’s. They were moist with lip balm and tasted faintly of strawberries.

The girls cooed and Trian was getting more into it, his tongue forcing its way past August's lips. The boy whimpered slightly at the penetration, blushing fiercely as his fantasies were being fulfilled. He felt totally out of control as he kissed back frantically which brought a bout of pleased giggles from the onlookers.

The endorsing cheers suddenly transformed into horrified gasps and then screams. Bad things happened when August lost control…

Trian’s eyes popped open and he stared back in horror at August ho was still lost in his paradise.

‘What’s the matter, Trian?' August thought. 'I thought you wanted this.’

***

And so my character August was born. Wrote a collaborative story with Hobbitdragon years ago that was pretty hot. No plans of ever touching it again.

I couldn’t leave well enough alone. A simple kissing pic is never enough for me apparently.

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The humans were never seen as more than clever apes, so dirty and foul. When the water-borne alien race descended from the sky and began to harvest the planet’s water they thought nothing of the simple creatures that lived there nor...

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The humans were never seen as more than clever apes, so dirty and foul. When the water-borne alien race descended from the sky and began to harvest the planet’s water they thought nothing of the simple creatures that lived there nor the destruction that they wrought.

Operations took longer than anticipated when it was found that precipitation hid in the atmosphere of Earth itself and so the aliens made a base of operations. From there they set about sucking the atmosphere dry.

In the meanwhile a few of the more adventurous invaders took to hunting down the local wildlife - finding them to be apt sources of water as well. This was a surprise as life on their world had developed from silicon.

All that remained were the more elusive prey - the humans. These beasts had taken to hiding in warrens beneath the ruins of their nests (cities) and put up quite a fight when cornered.

The aliens were horribly adapted for the conditions on Earth since they hailed from a watery world. Barely able to hold themselves upright, let alone slither across the ground, they found that within the maze of destroyed buildings there vehicles were too unwieldy and so another solution had to be found…

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I loved drawing the alien in this pic. This was one of the rare times I did a background for a pic. :p 

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One of my first and best roleplays with a certain dutchboi, back when I roleplayed :p
Simon and his boy, Timmothy. Simon is the ghost of a 19th century slave owner, killed in a slave riot. He lingered for centuries until he...

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One of my first and best roleplays with a certain dutchboi, back when I roleplayed :p

Simon and his boy, Timmothy. Simon is the ghost of a 19th century slave owner, killed in a slave riot. He lingered for centuries until he found the only person who could see him, Timmothy. The boy also had also come into possession of his fetter so the ghost was obliged to follow the him.

Did I mention he’s taken on the role of Master for Timmothy? As a poltergeist he can do all kinds of things to the boy and loves to do them publicly…

This is yet another pic that would be fun to revisit. :p

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Fenton, from my ongoing story about his magical adventures in the land of human furniture. This time without clothing or accessories. The scandal. What will his mother say?
I can’t draw body hair to save my life. I’ve tried and tried again. It never...

Fenton, from my ongoing story about his magical adventures in the land of human furniture. This time without clothing or accessories. The scandal. What will his mother say?

I can’t draw body hair to save my life. I’ve tried and tried again. It never looks right when combined with my coloring style =/ He was going to have a little treasure trail but I gave up in frustration.

Ah well, smooth twinks are cute ;)

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He was caked in sweat, tears and precum. Each breath was a ragged sobbing moan as his body sat poised on the edge of a climax. He tried to adjust his legs to get some feeling back into them but only managed to impale himself...

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He was caked in sweat, tears and precum. Each breath was a ragged sobbing moan as his body sat poised on the edge of a climax. He tried to adjust his legs to get some feeling back into them but only managed to impale himself further.

“Oh god, its been six hours. Please let me cum!!”

Mister X smiled and shook his head before closing the door to the closet once more, muffling the bunny’s frustrated cry.

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I had completely forgotten this picture existed. It took a mental effort to post. The bunny depicted here was a very dear friend who died last year. Still makes me weepy eyed to think about. Who knew memories and people couple be tied to pornography…

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You remember Ashleigh, right? It would not surprise me if you did not. I’d totally forgotten about him until I was going through my old pics, deciding what to post on Tumblr and saw a couple drawings I did of him. I was really disappointed by a...

You remember Ashleigh, right? It would not surprise me if you did not. I’d totally forgotten about him until I was going through my old pics, deciding what to post on Tumblr and saw a couple drawings I did of him. I was really disappointed by a lineart I did of him and so I decided to revisit the picture and make myself happy with it.

I’d say I’ve done that. I really like his shaggy look, even if it is no longer in vogue ;)

I’ll probably post the originals here on Tumblr over the weekend, for those that are not familiar with them.

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My first kink picture ever. I drew this way back in 2007. I’d never really drawn anything beyond the occasional cartoon character for a web comic I used to to.
This was a grand experiment and I really seemed to enjoy it at the time....

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My first kink picture ever. I drew this way back in 2007. I’d never really drawn anything beyond the occasional cartoon character for a web comic I used to to.

This was a grand experiment and I really seemed to enjoy it at the time. IT was a good way to void my darker emotions. Funny to see all the shortcuts and cheats I used. God the anatomy was awful…

But people still message me about this pic.

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In most galleries it is considered very bad taste to touch anything. This piece was a rare case. As a matter of fact, the artwork was specifically told to mingle among the throng of viewers and make itself available - a small placard attached to its...

In most galleries it is considered very bad taste to touch anything. This piece was a rare case. As a matter of fact, the artwork was specifically told to mingle among the throng of viewers and make itself available - a small placard attached to its frame politely requesting their touch.

Some take this as an invitation to grope and probe at will, much to the shame and embarrassment of the piece. Still others swatted its bare ass with the flats of their hands or their gallery catalogs. All of this attention resulted in the jarring of the art’s bells, filling the rooms with jingling late into the night.

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Yea, you remember the private gallery series, right? I know I do. I think way too much about it. Trying to come up with more pieces for it. I love the idea of humans as art and this turned out to be a grand opportunity to revisit it.

Cute tummy and navel. Victory is mine!

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