man of steele

marshall steele 26 years old farmer exclusive to househusbandsrp

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manofsteele: a farm boy from Texas

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diego-santix:

“ — you have a boyfriend?” he asked as his eyes went wide for a moment. he didn’t mind it and it wasn’t something that bothered him, but it was rather something that caught him off guard. “so you both have gotten off to me - together?” licking his lips he gave the man a smile.

“yeah. i mean, we’re in an, uh, open relationship, but yeah, i do have a boyfriend,” he explained with a nod. he felt a small pang in his chest, thinking about how sad his boyfriend would be that marshall had met one of their favorite camboys without him, but he trucked on. “lots of times. you’re one of our favorites, actually.”

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beckettcollins:

At first it had felt like he had walked into a brick wall, and if he had not of felt the warmth of another body at first he would have assumed he was just not looking where he was going .. even more. But there were arms reaching over to steady him, and Bex just looked at the muscular, tall man with wide eyes for a moment. “That’s, it’s okay, I wasn’t really looking either, I was just..” he held up the box of cupcakes a little sheepishly, and shrugged. “I’ve got one thing on my mind, it seems.”

marshall gave the boy a light squeeze on the arms, checking to make sure that he wasn’t too disoriented from the collision. he smiled and let out a laugh when he saw the box of cupcakes that the younger boy held in his hands. “hey, i can completely understand that. cupcakes are very important, y’know,” he said, the southern twang making itself noticeable in his words. “you alright? we hit kinda hard and i don’t want you going home with a head injury or anythin’.”

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beckettcollins:

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It was late afternoon and he was off from school for the rest of the day, so he was looking forward to having some time to himself and satisfy a craving he’d been dealing with all day. Since morning when he woke up, he could think of nothing else, all day it just yearned at him, his need, desire, pure hunger was so much. Which is why he found himself in line for buttercream cupcakes at a place just off campus, order two – don’t judge him! – and leaving with his small little package in hand, clearly excited when he ran into someone, literally, chest to chest. “Whoa! Sorry!” He said, shaking his head and already checking the box for any damage.

having just ended a long several hours of making deliveries around town, marshall was absolutely exhausted. he knew that, if he was going to make it back home in one piece, he needed coffee, and he needed it right then. so, as he left his last delivery, he made his way to where he knew a coffee shop was, not far from campus. he was weaving his way through students, his mind completely focused on getting his coffee, when a body collided with his. he made a small noise of surprise and automatically brought his hands up to grab the shoulders of the other person, helping to steady him. “oh, i’m sorry, that was my fault,” he apologized. “i wasn’t looking where i was going.”

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silas-blackwood:

“Look – if you are gonna just stand there and check me out at least fucking do something about it and by the dude a fucking drink – actually, put it all on your tab.” he said just taking down his third beer and asking for another one.

“oh, sorry? i didn’t actually realize i was staring at you,” marshall apologized, ducking his head a little in embarrassment. “i’ll, uh, still pay for your drinks, if you want me to.”

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judgingarshakuni:

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If there was one thing that Levon took precautions with, it was his body. From working out to eating right, Levon didn’t take his body for granted, and that was how he found himself at a local farm, wanting to check out the produce to see what fresh fruits and vegetables he could get. “Excuse me, can you tell me what produce you have for sell?” the judge asked the other.

marshall had spent most of the day harvesting the few things that were ready, getting them piled up and ready for the next day’s delivery. he hadn’t been expecting any visitors, at least not that he could remember, so when he heard a voice speaking to him his head snapped up, eyes wide. “hm?” he hummed, distracted for a moment by the man’s.. everything. it took him several moments to process the man’s words. “oh, uh, yeah! we’ve got, let’s see.. corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, carrots, and a few bundles of strawberries and grapes.”

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diego-santix:

diego was curious now and he wanted to tease the man. “so tell me .. are you subscribed to my site or are you one of those viewers that take a peak and hope things get good before i shut down for only my subs – for when things really go down.” he teased, just then closing the laptop lid and letting it do it’s job while its closed. 

he peaked over at diego and watched him close the laptop, biting his lower lip as he did so. “i’m, uh, a subscriber, actually. it was a birthday present from my boyfriend,” he admitted, letting his eyes linger on the man’s lips as he spoke. “we’re both really big fans of your work.”

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diego-santix:

he loved to make men blush, weak, etc and right now what he was doing to marshall was just rubbing his ego. “ – good and it does make me happy. i’m good at what i do .. am i not?” asking him as he went over to his video upload and began to start uploading the video. the screen showing off the video thumb nail of a huge dildo inside diego as it was uploading. looking over at the man he bit his lips.

he distracted himself by taking another long pull of his beer, focusing on the way the cold liquid felt rather than how nice diego looked on his laptop screen. “uh, yeah, you definitely are,” he agreed, voice low. unable to help himself, he glanced back at the laptop screen, watching with blown pupils as the boy went about uploading a new video, from the looks of it. he caught a peak at the thumbnail and swallowed thickly, looking away again.

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diego-santix:

diego loved the tint in the older mans face, that was something he took note of. poking marshalls’ cheek as he smiled he got in closer, turning the laptop all the way so it was of the view for the two of them. “that is what i do for a living, why? don’t approve?”

the redness in his cheeks grew darker, and he ducked his head the slightest bit in an attempt to hide it. it was stupid, that he felt embarrassed for no real reason; emotions were terrible, he decided. “what? no, i have no problem with it,” he jumped in before the boy could get the wrong idea. “as long as it makes you happy, then you do whatever you want.”

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keatonnovak:

Call it an instinct, but seeing the other man sprawled out in such a way on the sidewalk was enough to raise a flag in, hopefully, any bystander. Meandering over the other jogger, he knelt down one one side of him, shifting his pack around to his waist, rifling through it quickly until he produced an unopened water bottle. Offering it to the other man. “Stay hydrated.” he grinned. reaching back into the backpack to pull a water bottle out for himself. Keaton was no expert when it came to fitness, or body management, but he did know that heat exhausted could be brutal. Especially if the proper precautions weren’t heeded. “Forgive my outburst. From over there,” he indicated where he was with an incline of his head. “It didn’t look like you were moving.” Keaton chuckled again, opening his water bottle and taking a long pull from it.

marshall watched, curiously, as the other man approached him where he sat sprawled out on the sidewalk. he grinned brightly when he was offered a water bottle and gratefully accepted it, immediately twisting the top off to take a few big gulps of it. “thanks, man. i appreciate it,” he said, southern accent thick from exhaustion due to the run. “don’t worry ‘bout it, really. i probably coulda chose a much better place to sit down.” he let out a quiet laugh and tried not to stare at the way the man’s neck bobbed when he took a drink of his own water. “i’m marshall, by the way.”

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diego-santix:

Diego know what to do and he just hoped the wifi was fast enough to make it to his deadline. Once he was on the site, his own site, he looked over at the older man and gave him a smile. “Of course that’s me – maybe you didn’t – maybe you would have recognized my ass more, huh?” he teased no ashamed at all.

unable to help himself, marshall leaned in a little bit, trying to get a better look at the site as well as get a little closer to the other. “it’s, uh, certainly a possibility,” he agreed, his cheeks heating up the slightest bit against his will. as many people as he knew, he’d never met a cam-boy before, especially not one that he was a fan of, and he was somewhat upset with himself for not recognizing him before. “so, that’s what you do for a living, then?”

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notyoursavior-parata:

“Have you met my dad?” Jesús asked, raising an eyebrow at the other. “Trust me, if I wanted to bulk up, he’d have me looking like the Hulk before graduation.” he said as he eyes the man, checking him out. “Besides, the skinny Latino twink thing works pretty well for me.”

“can’t say that i have, since i don’t actually know your name or your dad’s,” marshall answered with a small shrug and another smile. “well, yeah, i guess the skinny latino twink is a pretty good look for you. a little more muscle in the chest, though, an’ you’d be irresistible.”

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marcosparata:

“Wanna play a little one on one warmup game?” The NBA star asked with a grin. He felt like he wasn’t putting enough time in the gym lately and wanted to compensate for that. In actuality he’d been training just as hard as all his teammates, but Marcos felt like he could do better nonetheless. He dribbled the basketball in place, looking at the other expectantly. “So, what do ya say?”

“can’t say i’m much of a basketball kinda guy,” marshall said with a shrug, but got up from his spot resting on the bench anyways, ready to stretch his legs out a little more. “hockey is more my thing, but a little warmup couldn’t hurt, could it?”

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damonbydesign:

damon straightened his shoulders once the knock on the door was answered. “hey, i’m the guy you contacted on craigslist about getting your water pressure checked?” he held his toolbox in one hand and a brown paper bag with his lunch in the other, the picture of the regular tradesman.

hearing the knock at the door, marshall frowned in confusion; he hadn’t been expecting anybody, had he? he certainly didn’t think so. he set down the tools he’d been working with and moved to open the door, peering curiously at the man standing outside. “i don’t remember contacting anyone to get my water pressure checked.”

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diego-santix:

“now you are just being rude.” he shook his head as he played along. “good to know.” taking the mans laptop up in front and placing his hard drive into it. he began to log into a few sites and then looked over. “ – i wonder if you actually been on here before…” making it to his own site and slowly moving the laptop a bit over so the man was able to see it.

“not rude, just playful. there’s a difference,” marshall laughed out, then settled against the bar to watch the younger boy work. he’d been admiring the way his hands moved across the keys so fluidly for several minutes before the boy spoke up, interrupting him mid-thought. “been on..?” he started to ask, then his eye fell onto the screen, where a very familiar website was pulled up. “oh. that’s you. i didn’t even recognize you.”