Greetings readers of Blak Raynes.
Today, I’m doing a post about my other favorite thing besides, music, sex, and
drinking… *ahem* Tattoos.
What is it about a hot tattoo? I
mean, it could be a sleeve full, on the chest, in other places that usually
remained covered up. *snicker* One of my fave spots for a tattoo is on the
lower back which is usually called a tramp stamp. To me it’s hot! Does it
signify trampy, it might but hell, there are other more blatant things to show
that.
What about a full back tattoo?
Tattoos have been around for
centuries and I’d say over the past few years they’ve become more mainstream.
Now even what would be considered as the most conservative of people get little
cutesy ink, like butterflies or flowers. Hey all of this is well and good but
to me, the sexiest are the hot men and women that go all out.
This is a great example of a man “going
all out.” Wouldn’t you love to lick that? Trace the outlines of it with your
tongue and give him as well as yourself a thrill by exploring his full body.
Tell me that doesn’t make your mouth water.
This one has them on several parts.
Wonder what he has by his crotch? Could it be a tattoo? Maybe a piercing? Ink
is just really hot and there’s no wonder why so many people are deciding to
take the plunge.
So what about you? What do you find
sexy about tats? Or if you don’t, why not? Leave your thoughts!
Book One
Something Fresh Served Hot
BLMorticia
A gay contemporary comedy which
features a Chicago homophobe by the name of Jimmy LaCosta who works at a diner
called the Greasy Spoon on the Northside of Chicago near Boys Town.
While working, Jimmy meets the incoming manager, Alex Seidling, a young British
man who his present boss is hiring to take his place as he retires.
After the initial meeting
in which Jimmy feels uncomfortable with Alex's stares, Jimmy cultivates a
friendship with Alex which develops into something totally different than he
himself expects. This shocks him and he tries to fight it but because of
his growing feelings he decides to pursue it despite all of what he has been
taught.
Will he do what his body wants? Will
Alex accept his advances even though he will soon become Jimmy’s boss?
Excerpt: R Jimmy mentions Alex’s
tattoo
Shaking my head, I stop staring at
him, going back to scraping. After a few moments, he stepped in. He looked
tired. The sweat on his forehead was in beads. The double d tattoo on his right
forearm that he said stood for Devin Davidson, his first boyfriend’s initials,
was illuminated by the perspiration. Alex leaned against the wall. He put the
mop and bucket down. “Hey man, why don’t you get going? I’ll finish up, yeah?”
I stopped to look at him. He began
mopping in here, cleaning some spilled grease. “No, no, I wanna stay and help
you, Al.” Since we’d become chummy, I called him Al. “I don’t have anywhere to
go.” It was true, I didn’t. I hadn’t hooked up with hot pussy since he and I
first met two weeks ago and honestly didn’t care to anymore.
“Well make yourself somewhere to go,
huh? I got cleaning to do. I don’t need you hangin’ around the diner, tracking
dirt everywhere while I’m trying to get the place clean. I’m sure that your
little black book has some treats that you could find to get into for the
evening,” he laughed.
“I don’t have a black book, besides,
I thought we could go check out the game at Spock’s. The Cowboys and Eagles are
playing tonight.”
“Yeah, I know. I thought I’d just go
watch it at home. Not feeling up to going anywhere. I need to get used to these
Friday rushes.”
“Oh yeah, well how about we go by
your house and see it then, I’ll grab some…”
“No, really,” he interrupted and
raised his hands. “I just wanna go take a shower and watch it in my bedroom. I
know you’ve got no interest in seeing me stripped to my boxer briefs, so I’ll
just go home alone.”
How do you know what I wanna see?
Annoyed, I placed the spatula on the
grill. I sensed by his tone he really didn’t want me around, so since I felt we’d
cultivated a friendship, I just came out and asked. “Al you tryin’ to get rid
of me?”
He rolled his eyes and stopped
pushing the mop. “Jimmy, I’m just tired is all. I wanna get this done so I can
go home and enjoy the game. That isn’t tryin’ to get rid you…um…look we just
don’t need to be spending much time together anymore, yeah? I’m your boss and
you, well you’re my subordinate…we’re becoming too chummy in a very short
amount of time.”
I exhaled and stepped closer to my
friend, my boss to be. I patted his wet bicep that looked good enough to lick.
I moistened my lips and peered into his beautiful brown eyes.
What the hell am I doing?
“Why all of a sudden are you sayin’
those things when you’ve been so friendly and open to me for these first couple
of weeks, huh? You aren’t my boss yet.” I rubbed his muscle.
He winced and shrugged away. Alex
stared at me like I had three heads.
Being only inches away from him made
me want to do something I couldn’t believe. I wanted to kiss this guy. “Alex, c’mon,
what’s the deal, man? I like being around you, we have a good time together.”
“Yes I know, but we’ve been hangin’
like every day. I don’t think you’ve had no pussy since that first night we met
and I know I haven’t had any dick. What the fuck, man? It’s cool for us to be
around each other sometimes but not every single fuckin’ evening…we aren’t
datin’!”
I couldn’t resist running my hand
through that long brown hair. Damn, it was sweaty. It felt good between my
fingers. “Yeah, but we enjoy it so what’s the problem?”
His brows furrowed. Alex moved a
couple steps away from me. “The problem is I like you, Jimmy. I like you too
much, all right, and you’re not gay! It’s a fuckin’ piss poor shame that you
aren’t either because we’ve got so much in common, you know. Just…” he stopped
and shook his head. “I shouldn’t have even told you that. Just go man. I’ll
catch you later.”
I locked my gaze with his and closed the gap in between us. I
took his face in my hands, and yanked him into me. Once I did, I enveloped his
lips. It felt amazing to finally have that soft and pouty mouth on top of mine.
My balls drew up against my body and I felt the pressure in my groin.
On the inside, I had a mixture of
emotions. Everything my dad told me as a boy flooded my brain. Real men cannot
be in love with each other. The preacher in the pulpit talking about hell for
homosexuals, the teasing and taunts of kids who were homos at high school, the
random stupid talk on the street and my thoughts about how I could, in no
possible way, be attracted to another man with all the pussy walking around.
Well, here I was, kissing another guy and it felt so good to be in his arms,
enjoying the tastes of the coffee he drank several times a day.
I grasped Alex in my arms, gripping
onto his back.
He tried to struggle away from me
but after awhile, he stopped fighting and reciprocated the embrace. Alex
wrapped his hands around my waist.
I let my hands fall to his buttocks.
I recalled that he liked to be a switch hitter.
“Shit…” he muttered. He engulfed my
mouth once more.
We both gasped for air.
I nuzzled the side of his neck,
smelling his cologne and Marlboros on his skin. The ardor from him was
intoxicating.
Alex, damn it, I don’t care what
other people think, I really do like you!
BL is currently a published writer
with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant
and Something Fresh Served Hot are Silver Stars on ARe. She writes bi weekly
for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya
and a column twice a month on Blak Rayne
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