{"id":4441,"date":"2026-04-07T10:36:09","date_gmt":"2026-04-07T10:36:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/?p=4441"},"modified":"2026-04-07T11:35:16","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T11:35:16","slug":"beau","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/2026\/04\/07\/beau\/","title":{"rendered":"Beau"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Beau is a Cajun worker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>Beau had thick working-man&#8217;s muscles, padded and firm, licked with stale sweat, lumpy with eternal bruises, like layers of leather and stone. Beau was tall and burly, shoulders as broad as a bridge. He possessed deep brown eyes like pools of mud, and his skin was tan, taut, clean, smooth, bulging just right. He got muscles upon muscles from his work in the refinery.<br>He pulled his shirt up to the shoulder to bare his upper arm, then flexed the muscle. It was bigger than Simon&#8217;s head, and he jumped up to grab it and hang like a monkey. Beau was much taller than Simon, even when Beau was sitting and Simon stood, so Simon could dangle and squeeze his bicep. Beau&#8217;s upraised arm bared his armpit too, and Simon got a whiff of the intense musk of his sweaty pit hair. He even caught a shadowy side-glimpse of Beau&#8217;s chest before Beau dropped the muscle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>From<\/em> <a href=\"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/2026\/03\/14\/the-alphas-of-louisiana\/\">The Alphas of Louisiana<\/a><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>Beau was rough and tough, as strong as a fort, and he had a square jaw with jutting cheekbones. His now-bare chest was husky and burly like a bear, brimming with brawn and stale sweat. There was some je ne sais quoi about him that made Simon want to fall into his arms and go to sleep smelling his biceps and his greasy hair. His voice was deep and well-worked by labor, scratchy from the smoke from the sugar refinery. He wasn&#8217;t much older than Simon, but he had a mature spirit and a voice like a bonfire of damp sassafras.<br>Beau&#8217;s presence made Simon feel less like a weak sister. Beau was big and confident and had muscles as mighty as the Mississippi. He was white, but he worked outside on the Jolais plantation refinery, so his forearms were as burnished and brown as a cloudy sunset. Simon felt confident so long as Beau bodied nearby.<br>His sun-baked working-sweat smell was intoxicating too. Simon drew closer to Beau to smell it more deeply.<br>His chest was nu, his pants down and his pale ass bare like a pair of full moons, his fleshy cheeks flexing back and forth as he humped Suzette in her cat. His skin from his knees to his waist were as white as ectoplasm, but the rest of him was tanned. All his muscles rippled as he slammed into Suzette&#8217;s womanhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>From<\/em> <a href=\"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/2026\/03\/14\/cajun-macho\/\">Cajun Macho<\/a><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Beau is a Cajun worker. Beau had thick working-man&#8217;s muscles, padded and firm, licked with stale sweat, lumpy with eternal bruises, like layers of leather and stone. Beau was tall and burly, shoulders as broad as a bridge. He possessed deep brown eyes like pools of mud, and his skin was tan, taut, clean, smooth, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/2026\/04\/07\/beau\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Beau&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"places":[],"class_list":["post-4441","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-characters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4441","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4441"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4441\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4454,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4441\/revisions\/4454"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4441"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4441"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4441"},{"taxonomy":"places","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/places?post=4441"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}