Tag: manhood

I don’wanna say what it taste like, cuz you’re a girl.

He paused before blurting out, “They got flavored popcorn too. But don’t get the green… uh… matchoo. Gross. Tastes like… well, I don’wanna say what it taste like, cuz you’re a girl.” He blushed and looked down, then bit his lip and corrected himself. “Woman.”

“So’s I thought, uh, Sandra, I wuz thinkin’, you know, you know, I wuz — there’s a place, the Cinema, they is playin’ movies, you know, you know, I mean, like,” He grunted, he really wanna sniffle, his nose was stuffy, but he don’t think Sandra would approve. “I, uh… They got movies on, you know. It’s called the Cinema.”
“A movie theatre?”
“Yeah.” Wojo knew he sounded like an idiot, he don’t gotta explain a theater. He wasn’t sure he got the name right — it was actually the Broad Avenue Cinema, but Wojo knew it as “the Cinema” that was on Broad, and he didn’t know that cinema was a word, not a brand. “The Cinema. They put on classic movies sometimes. I thought, I was thinking, I thunk, I thought, I was — I thought, maybe, uh, maybe, you’d like to go see one sometime. A movie. A classic movie. Or a modern one, I don’t care. They do modern ones too.” He paused before blurting out, “They got flavored popcorn too. But don’t get the green… uh… matchoo. Gross. Tastes like… well, I don’wanna say what it taste like, cuz you’re a girl.” He blushed and looked down, then bit his lip and corrected himself. “Woman.”

From Wojo the Bricklayer

Only washed-up old men was former anythings.

He just might got love in his heart for her. He wanna go the whole way right now, tell her he loves her, propose to her, marry her, have a buncha kids with her. If there was a button he could press to make all that happen, he’d do it in an instant! Bet!
But there was no such button, and prolly she’d get turned off when she realized he was just a big-ass bricklayer, dumb as a clod of dirt. And he used to be a Marine. Oorah. He dunno if that was a plus for girls or not. It seemed like girls liked it at the time, but now they was fussing about it like it don’t matter. Maybe calling hisself a “former Marine” made him sound old. Only washed-up old men was former anythings.
Lotta Marines say there ain’t no such thing as a former Marine, just ones that are civilians now. But women sure acted like a currently military Marine was different than a now-civilian one. Or maybe Wojo just don’t put off the right kinda vibes for a Marine anymore. Girls pay alotta attention to vibes. There oughta to be like a tattoo or something that tells women you got a Marine pension, so you don’t gotta tell ’em. Women don’t know about that stuff. There’s no vibe to it.

From Wojo the Bricklayer

Wojo thought women should be princesses, not whores. No, queens!

Prostitutes were merely a warm orifice for a man to use and abuse, that manhood required utilization and hierarchy to embody itself lest its precariousness lead to subordination and that empathy for fallen women marked a man as weak and vincible.

“You should visit brothel,” Vashka said with a snoot and a whistle. He shrugged.
“I don’t do prostitutes,” Wojo said. He blushed. “Sawry, I just — I don’t like to treat a woman like that.” He scuffed his feet. “Women are… Women should be nice. Like mad, you’know, nice. Like a princess.” He looked down cuz he knew Vashka was gonna cackle him up over that.
Vashka put out a barrel laugh as he finished his reps, and Wojo took his place on the bench-press bench. Vashka said, “Is not nice women, not the marry kind, not like wife. You should do. They are…” He added a sound effect, the gist of which, Wojo gathered, was that prostitutes were merely a warm orifice for a man to use and abuse, that manhood required utilization and hierarchy to embody itself lest its precariousness lead to subordination and that empathy for fallen women marked a man as weak and vincible.
Wojo did not see women that way. But he was in a Russian gym right now, very possibly surrounded by Russian gangsters, so Wojo just shrugged and did his bench presses. He matched Vashka’s weight, which he did not struggle to lift. It activated the pain in his shoulder though. He didn’t let it show, lest Vashka take it as a sign of weakness.
They kept talking about women as they worked through their weightlifting, and Wojo was casual but noncommittal. He wanna point out that prostitution was a sin, and the Bible and all that, it don’t allow the premaritals. But the Russians were Christians too, and he had a feeling they wouldn’t respond well to their own religion being explained to them. So Wojo carefully avoided saying anything bad about those who visit prostitutes.
He didn’t like it though. Wojo thought women should be princesses, not whores. No, queens!

From Wojo the Bricklayer

From Wojo the Bricklayer

It makes a black man look handsomer, makes a white man look weaker

Lamont drank the frou-frou.

Lamont drank the frou-frou. But he ordered cognac for the both of them to start — two cognacs each — and Wojo hadta admit the sweetness tasted good on his tongue. It’s okayer for black guys to drink sweet drinks though, Wojo thought. It makes a black man look handsomer, makes a white man look weaker. He took the umbrella and lime wedge outta his drink, put ’em on the table.

The Cuckold Strikes Back

When Rick Stabler walks in on his wife with a big black alpha, he panics, pulls a gun and turns this cuckolding upside down! Tyrell Brickley never thought banging this white chick would lead to him giving up the booty!

Can Rick take what he needs to reclaim his masculinity?

Read it now!

pedestrian, gropitating

“If’n you don’t like mah rules, you can stroll right back down to lockup! I’ll even drive you if’n you ain’t the petesdrian type! But when you in my car, you steerin’ my wheel. No catcallin’ after girlies, no gropitatin‘ no females, no n-words!”

From Tyrell the Mandingo

On the code of the good man

A good man’s code was ’bout defending women ‘gainst the fellers who ain’t got the good man’s code. Sometimes even the men who talked like they respected women was the ones who least respect ’em.

A good man’s code was ’bout defending women ‘gainst the fellers who ain’t got the good man’s code. Sometimes even the men who talked like they respected women was the ones who least respect ’em.

From Buck the Workin’ Man

What happened to the days when college boys lifted weights?

It looked like a Nickelodeon show had exploded, with perky young bodies and skinny arms everywhere, haircuts more complex than any man had a right to.

This college party had been a bunch of skinny bozos, he thought. It looked like a Nickelodeon show had exploded, with perky young bodies and skinny arms everywhere, haircuts more complex than any man had a right to. College boys, Avery thought, were pansies these days. What happened to the days when college boys lifted weights and grew their hair long? That was nice.

From Dubcon Alphas

He kept one hand covering his crotch

The gym bros were a bunch of macho chads with chins and shoulders and big swinging penises that flopped between their legs like sausages too thick for their casings. His just sort of poked out like an escaping worm. He felt shriveled.

He took off his clothes and went into the shower. He kept one hand covering his crotch. He did not like being naked among the muscle-bound jocks and hairy men who lifted weights here. They made him self-conscious. The worst part was that they didn’t pay him any mind. They didn’t bully him or laugh at his small penis or skinny body or tell him he was using the weight-lifting machines incorrectly (which he had worried about until watching all the official training videos on YouTube for the model numbers of the machines in this gym). That was why he worked out in the early morning. There were usually women at the gym this early but not many men.
The gym bros were a bunch of macho chads with chins and shoulders and big swinging penises that flopped between their legs like sausages too thick for their casings. His just sort of poked out like an escaping worm. He felt shriveled.
From The Factory Foreman