whcreson

{you should be ashamed you should be shame’s only son} whclesome’s less wholesome sideblog dead dove content ahead!

[midnightsciety]

Saxon hadn’t even opened his eyes the entire day after what transpired the night before, visions of it coming into his mind as he slept. The way he could hear his brothers moans mixed with the girls, the way his brother thrust inside of her as he began to lose his virginity to the girl, and the way his little brother had expertly wrapped a hand around his cock and made him cum harder than he had before. He knew Lochlan had been eying him from time to time but he never imagined that he would ever do something like that.

When he felt the hand on his thigh, he grunted softly before turning his head to the side and opening his eyes slowly as he blinked them into focus, blurry at first but soon his little brother came into view looking as innocent as he always did; though last night he was anything but the angel he looked like right now. The night all started with Lochlan kissed him and ended with his own cum all over his brothers hand and on his own torso.

“Can’t you just bring me something in here, I don’t want to fucking deal with mom, dad, or piper with this wicked hang over,” said Saxon looking down at his body and notices the shorts, “shit I must have been fucked up when we left last night, didn’t even realize I had on your shorts.”

[whcreson]

Lochlan couldn't help but smirk a bit upon hearing his older brother's pathetic whine. He knew Piper found it grating, symbolic of how easily Saxon always seemed to get his way. And he was sure he'd even found it annoying at some point-- but how could Saxon's whine piss him off now when it sounded so similar to the pretty noises he was making last night?

"Well we were both naked, so..." Lochlan shrugged. "Easy mistake to make, I guess." A curious finger trailed across Saxon's leg hair to hook under one of his shorts' legs and gently pull up. Naturally, the fabric could hardly separate from his older brother's thick thigh. But the moment was over just as soon as it had come on. He didn't want to scare Saxon away, after all. Saxon's hypermasculinity was loud, stifling, but also more fragile than the older boy was probably aware of.

The younger boy gestured to the door. "They're waiting outside. Want me to tell them to go without us?" Lochlan's voice was soft, pitched a little higher than normal. Ever the sweet little bro-- pay no attention to the hand still on Saxon's thigh. "I think I'm actually starting to like your protein shakes. Maybe you could make me another one for dinner?"

[sturniolo-triplets]

Michael Evans Behling on Snapchat

[nippleskin]

[grlstlker]

rubbing on his bulge like a genie lamp

[masongooning]

JACK INNANEN Adults - 1x04 "House Rules"

[eastsid-e]

[boysfromtheburbs]

@whcreson asked for a starter!

Dean shouldn't have been doing this. The man paced across the floor of his hotel room so many times, he would probably put a permanent rut in it by morning. What had he been thinking? Was a cute TikToker shamelessly flirting with him in his DMs all it took to potentially ruin everything he had with Mark? Mark, who was surely waiting up at home for him. But, he would come home to snide comments and a cold bed, even though they shared it. He was sure of it. there was no spark there anymore. And the only way for Dean to feel something again was to set risk setting fire to it all, just for the warmth of it.

A singular knock on the door shook him from his hesitancies. He wouldn't have booked the room if he hadn't wanted it. Right? Swallowing the lump in his throat that was threatening to stop him, Dean strode over and yanked open the door, smooth smile gliding over his lips as if nothing had been tormenting him minutes ago. "Didn't think you'd show." He cooed, holding the door wide open for Brent to saunter through. "Had me doing a double-take to see if it was actually you messaging me. Almost had me thinking I'd gotten scammed." Dean chuckled, but his heart was racing a mile a minute. His head was in conflict with his heart, with his dick, already swelling with the promise of possibility. "What made you message me anyways, hm? Didn't think local news anchors were your type?"

[whcreson]

Given his looks and his attitude and his massive social media following, it was safe to say that Brent always got what he wanted. That included hot news anchors who were supposedly happily spoken-for. Sure, Brent had been the one to slide into Dean's DMs, messaging him late at night with the hand that hadn't been down the front of his boxers. But if Dean was truly happy with whoever that guy was in his pictures, he wouldn't have replied-- and replied, and replied...

"I don't have nothing against news anchors. Especially if they look like you." Brent entered the room looking as pristinely constructed as usual: skin as clear as porcelain, not a curl out of place, not a wrinkle in sight in his all-black outfit. "And I don't know. I just thought you were fine as hell, figured there's no harm in hitting you up. Wanted to see if you'd bite, and you did." He couldn't keep the smirk off his lips. "These are for you, by the way." Already, the influencer was making his way over to the bed, sliding his belt off in one fluid motion and tossing it toward the hotel room's obligatory cuck chair. "Or whoever." The bouquet certainly might be a good apology gift for Dean's man when he got home later that night-- or in the morning.

[rules-for-boys]

Saxon, of course, smirked when Lachlan turned around, like the kid was hiding his nipples from his big bro. Just a kid move. He was opening his mouth to say some shit about it when he saw Lachlan go for his shorts. The snark pretty much died in his throat as the shorts came down, the smirk turning into some other strangled thing as his eyes couldn’t help but track the swell of Lachlan’s ass. And then when Lachlan turned to actually get to the bathroom, Saxon’s eyes stayed in the same place and so he (completely accidentally of course) got an eyeful of his brother’s cock and balls and bush and all. He didn’t stare or anything, he raised his eyes right away, but not so fast that Lachlan wouldn’t catch him. After a moment, Lachlan passed by, their shoulders catching each other despite there being enough room.

“Uhh, yeah, I should, too,” Saxon said as Lachlan said he was gonna brush. Not to be outdone, Saxon was pulling his own shorts down in seconds, and by the time Lachlan looked up, he’d see that yes Saxon’s eyes were on him but also that Saxon was naked now too, regaining his swagger, body lightly dusted with hair that Lachlan did not have, pubes neatly trimmed. He followed Lachlan into the bathroom and soon they were shoulder to shoulder. “Oh, just thought I’d swing by the pool and check out the merchandise,” he said.

[whcreson]

Lochlan heard the rustle of fabric before he saw anything, not really putting two and two together until his eyes glanced up to the mirror to see Saxon's dick following him into the bathroom. As soon as he could think to do it, the younger Ratliff ducked his head down and reached for the toothpaste. There was a warmth in Lochlan's chest that threatened to crawl up his throat: a gnarled ball of shock, embarrassment, and excitement. There was no denying the way his heart rate started to pick up the closer Saxon got. By the time they were standing shoulder to shoulder, Lochlan could feel the little invisible hairs on his bicep standing straight up. Reaching out for Saxon. "Yeah? See anything good?" The boy followed up his older bro's douchey comment with a bit of doucheyness himself. He always caught himself mirroring the personalities of whoever was around him. His therapist said it was because Lochlan found it easier to be what people wanted him to be, as opposed to looking inward--or whatever. "For all the talking you've done since we got here, you haven't really scored yet, have you?" And then that toothbrush pushed past Lochy's lips and he got to brushing. As an olive branch, though, he leaned over to rest his weight against Saxon. Silently affirming that he still adored his older brother.

[szatears]

[accidentallymagic]

@whcreson

"Is it tight or too tight?" Theo flexed his arms for Will, smirking at the way his shirt grew tight around his biceps, seams almost threatening to give out. "I mean... I know I've grown a little, but the shirt still fits. The growth is kinda insane, though. Don't know why..." He wrapped his arm around Will, easily lifting the man. "Just haven't been able to think of anything but the gym recently. Speaking of--- dude. You ever try creatine?"

[whcreson]

Will's brows shot up when Theo flexed for him, letting out a pleased maybe a little hammed-up noise-- like he'd just seen a baby grin or something. "Oh, I think it's perfect." He practically purred, reaching over to tug Theo's shirt back down from where it'd gotten caught up in his abs.

But then his lover was wrapping him up in a bear hug and hoisting him into the air. "Creatine?" The blond demon wheezed out. "Why would I need to get bigger? You're the man of the house, aren't you?"

Even now, Will couldn't keep the pleased grin off his red face. When he'd first met Theo, the guy had been so serious. It had taken a lot of work to slow the thoughts in Theo's brain -- and it still required constant upkeep. The guy was too smart for his own good: on the verge of regressing the minute Will took his blue-and-brown eyes off him. But it was worth it to see Theo so happy. Free from the shackles of knowledge.

"Oh-- the gym's all you've got time for now?" The demon prodded, playfully feigning hurt. "Hm. Guess I should probably get going then..."

[whcreson]

@lustspeaks gets ari :) :)

ari's favorite, favorite days are when he can watch a big navy ship slowly sail into the bay. obviously these ships are a huge mechanical feat: a testament to red-blooded american prowess and... engine-uity? but he doesn't really care about that. he's way more interested in the many, many young men on board-- 'cause statistically there's a pretty good chance that at least one of them will pay good money to fuck him!

so that night ari waits outside one of the town's popular bars, looking handsome with his sunbleached hair and cargo shorts, and tries to catch a navy boy's eye. somebody's eye. anybody! and when that doesn't work, he slips through the door when the bouncer gets preoccupied breaking up a fight in the alley. he keeps to the back wall to stay out of the staff's sight, since they've got him on a no-fly list or something for some reason, and scans the crowd of men and women dancing to 'in the navy.' on-the-nose much?

the blond boy freezes when he spots a man watching him. an older man -- quite a bit older -- in a fancy uniform. and ari's certain he's about to get thrown out again, but then why hasn't the guy made a move yet? ari nods at the officer, curious and honestly a little turned on. could this be his mark for the night?

[whcreson]

@lustspeaks gets seth - an... erotic consultant? :)

seth is just about finished up by the time he hears the door unlock behind him. the curtains are drawn closed, the massage table is folded up against the wall (if needed, of course), and the whole hotel room smells clean thanks to the shower he'd just taken. he can still feel some dampness when his hair glides across the nape of his neck while he's bent over, tucking his own personal fitted sheet underneath the mattress. and everything else he might need is in the duffel bag dropped at the foot of the other bed. he's thought of everything -- that's why his clients pay him the big bucks. he turns to face tonight's client. offers him a warm smile but stays where he is. seth's craigslist ad emphasizes discretion -- so until he gets to know a little more about his client, it's better just to treat the older man like he could run off (or get violent) at any moment.

"hi." he greets, voice deep but soft. "glad to see you made it in okay." obligatory small talk. seth smooths down the front of his shirt: a plain white tee french-tucked into a pair of flattering dark blue jeans. his older dl clients tended to appreciate the james dean sort of vibe. "feel free to take a seat if you want." he gestures to the bed he'd just made before making his way to the mini-fridge. "can i get you something to drink?"

[poulterplease]

@poulterplease

[ghostofava]

i just want to hear what it sounds like when you jerk off bro. just quickly bro.

[festeiro]

[lustspeaks]

open: m / f / nb connection: taboo / cheating

“you should probably go... if you want to avoid getting caught.”

[whcreson]

"yeah. probably should, huh?" something about the casual way the older man is trying to shoo ryder out prompts his own somewhat playfully cocky response. obviously they both should know better (understatement of the century) given that reid is spoken-for-- and that's not even bringing up the nature of his relationship with ryder and the fact that there's currently a big barbecue happening in the yard below them.

"mmm... but i don't know. might just lay here a little while longer." ryder fakes a big yawn and makes an attempt to roll his naked body on top of reid's. "and if someone comes up, i'll just hide under the bed or whatever. kind of hot when you think about it, right?"

[whcreson]

@rules-for-boys liked for a starter from lochlan r

Lochlan had his shirt pulled halfway up his chest when he heard Saxon enter their shared suite. On a reflex, the younger Ratliff brother felt himself turning around to give himself some privacy-- even though he was sure his older brother would have some snarky comment to make about it. As he tossed his polo off to the side, his back still to Saxon, Lochlan couldn't help but think back to last night. Saxon so shamelessly parading around their room naked, talking about porn, trying to get a rise out of his little bro in some weird alpha male ploy.

His hands clenched into fists before they started to move on their own accord, wrapping around the elastic of his board shorts and tugging them all the way down. And suddenly Lochlan was totally naked in front of his brother. Small but shapely pale bare ass almost seeming to glow in the low lamplight. "I'm gonna brush my teeth." He announced with the same ambivalence Saxon had exuded the night before, then turned and walked past his brother over to the bathroom. Slender body hairless save for a thatch of brown pubes above his dick and balls. And of course he left the door open. Consider it payback. "Where'd you run off to after dinner?" He called out to his brother while he wet his toothbrush, willing himself to wait five more seconds before allowing himself to look up at the mirror to see if Saxon's eyes were on him.