Colossus

This was a fun one for me. Having grown up in the '90s with the animated X-Men show, and then the movies coming out in the '00s, I have always been a huge fan of the team of mutants. But it was when Colossus was introduced as one of the students of Xavier's School in X-2: X-Men United, that I became a bit obsessed with the big dude.

The scene where he gets out of bed, shirtless, ready to defend himself and his fellow classmates, and then transforms into his metal form. I was like, dayum. So it was only a matter of time before I eventually did a drawing like this.

I always like finding a way to challenge myself, and creating the reflective quality of Colossus's metal skin was definitely a challenge. I learned a lot from figuring it out, and I love how it came out. I also can't help but imagine what that metal boner might feel like...

I might have to do another illustration of this guy one day.

That Time Thor was My Boyfriend

 

I once had a dream that Thor (the Chris Hemsworth version) was my boyfriend. First he was flying around while cradling me in his huge arms. Then later he was in this big walk-in shower room, and he was gesturing for me to join him.

It was a great dream.

I challenged myself a lot with this drawing. The stream from the shower head, and the water running down Thor's body, were water effects I'd never tried to draw before. Six years later, I'm still really happy with how it came out.

Yoga at Home with Aadrik - No. 1

This is the first ever drawing I did of Aadrik. I didn't intend to have any sort of story take shape around him when I did this drawing, I just wanted to draw a naked dude stretching, with a fat dick and big set of balls hanging down. I imagine in reality, that that size of anatomy would get pretty in the way if you were doing naked yoga. But thankfully art doesn't have to adhere to the limitations of reality. Isn't that nice?

Aadrik and Chris - Part 3

Aadrik said, "I've been thinking about you ever since I saw you in my class the other week. I was bummed you didn't come back."

Chris gulped. Aadrik looked down to see that Chris was just finishing peeing, but his stream was almost going up now because his own uncut dick was suddenly completely hard.

"And it seems I was right about thinking you might want to see this," he darted his eyes down to his dick, and smirked.

Aadrik finished peeing, himself, and then shook the last few drops out of his massive slab of meat, all while maintaining eye contact. Chris still hadn't said anything. He was just standing there, hard dick out, his mouth hanging open.

Chris's brain was empty except for what was right in front of him. Where was he? How did he get in this bathroom? Was this actually happening? Before he had time to second guess himself, he grabbed a handful of Aadrik–and boy was it a handful–and went in to kiss him. Likewise, Aadrik grabbed Chris's hard one, and without discussion they started stumbling towards the nearest open stall.

By the time they got in there and locked the door shut, Chris could already feel that Aadrik's initially soft member was growing larger and harder in his hand. Taking a break from entertaining Aadrik's tongue, he looked down and uttered a gasp. Chris knew his own dick was a little above average, but Aadrik had to have two inches on him, at least. He could tell by how firm it felt in his hand that it must be almost fully hard now. Aadrik's foreskin began receding to reveal a bulbous, cherry-pink head. His thick shaft was traced with throbbing veins. Chris moved his hand down its length, grabbing the base. He couldn't fit his fingers all the way around.

He managed a: "FUCK, dude."

Aadrik gave a quiet chuckle. "Thanks," he said.

The two of them continued to stroke each other and make-out. After a moment, Chris grabbed the hem of Aadrik's shirt and started to pull it up, while Aadrik deftly removed Chris's glasses and tucked them safely in the back pocket of his jeans before beginning his own work of unbuttoning Chris's shirt.

When Aadrik's ripped, perfectly fuzzy torso was revealed, Chris couldn't help but work his way down over every inch of bulging muscle with his mouth, all while the enormous rod pressed into his bare chest. Moaning, Aadrik lifted his shirt over and behind his head to keep it out of the way. Chris finished kissing his way down Aadrik's rippling stomach before finally reaching his prize.

With some force, he pulled Aadrik's pants down below his glutes, letting his proportionately large balls fall free. Chris took them in his left hand, and handled Aadrik's shaft with his right as he moved in. The tip of it felt like a large, juicy plum entering his mouth, and he felt Aadrik's foreskin shift back and forth along the shaft as he stroked. He took his time caressing the head with his lips and his tongue, listening to Aadrik moan quietly above him. But after a few moments of pleasure, he felt Aadrik's hand on the back of his head, applying a gentle force, encouraging him to go deeper.

Chris moved his hands around to grip Aadrik's firm and fuzzy cheeks, and went in as far he thought he could. He felt him against the back of his throat, but to his eyes it seemed like there must be still a few inches before him. He gagged slightly, and Aadrik let him retreat and take a breath. But it was a brief respite, and Aadrik guided his head back in, this time with a little more strength.

Chris felt his throat bulge as Aadrik's girth went further down his esophagus than he would've thought possible. It was a good thing he had taken a deep breath, because not only could he not breathe, but Aadrik was now fully throat-fucking him, much to his own pleasure. He felt tears streaming down his face, and could tell his own dick was oozing without even touching it. Aadrik's moans were getting louder, until finally his shaft began pulsing furiously, and Chris felt heat erupting straight down his throat in spasm-like bursts.

Once the bursts subsided, Aadrik's body quivered as he tilted back his hips and unsheathed his weapon from Chris's face. As the last inches of him left his mouth, a string of come stretched from Chris's lips to the tip of his dick, and Chris was left gasping for air.

Without missing a beat, Aadrik lifted Chris up by the armpits, and knelt down to return the favor. Aadrik took Chris into his mouth, deeply, and skillfully. His own dick was still hard, bobbing up and down between his legs as he enthusiastically worked on Chris. It was only a few moments before he succeeded, and felt Chris's salty-sweet load stream into his mouth and down his throat.

Chris might've been embarrassed by how fast he came, except that he was so turned on he just didn't really care. Aadrik gave his boner one last appreciative caress with his tongue, and then stood up.

"Fuck, man," Aadrik said, smiling, his lips full and moist.

Chris blushed. "Sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Aadrik looked at him skeptically.

"I came so fast... couldn't help it."

Aadrik laughed. "Dude. You have nothing to be sorry for." He leaned over, grabbing Chris's dick to give it another squeeze, before running his hand up his exposed torso and kissing him on the lips. "That was fucking hot." Then he laughed, "I can't believe we just did that!"

Aadrik leaned back against the opposite wall of the stall and gave Chris an appreciative look up and down his whole body. Chris was taller than he was by a few inches, and a lot slimmer. But he was just as fit. His open shirt was slightly falling off his broad, toned shoulders. His pecs were almost rectangular in shape, covered in a dark brown fuzz that led straight down his washboard stomach to a narrow waist. The perfect v-shape of his lower obliques pointed to his lovely, pink dick. Aadrik was surprised, and pleased to see that he was uncut as well. A lot of white guys had that taken from them. Ugh, and he was just so goddamn cute too.

Likewise, Chris was performing his own mental review of the man standing before him. Aadrik still had his shirt stretched over and behind his head. The fabric of the sleeves was fighting his boulder-like shoulders for dear life, and his plump, juicy pecs protruded out like a shelf over his brick wall of abs. His torso was covered in dark fur from the collar bone to the base of his d!ck. The girthy piece of meat was still half-hard, foreskin trying to hood itself back over the huge head, and the weight of it pressing into his avocado-sized balls as they were draped over the fly of his jeans. Chris almost couldn't believe what he was looking at.

"Oh fuck!" Chris uttered. "I just realized my laptop and all my shit is still sitting out there." He stuffed his semi-hard dick back into his pants and zipped them up, then started re-buttoning his shirt.

Aadrik laughed, "Oh yeah. Don't worry, I think we've only been in here a few minutes." He pulled his jeans up over his glutes, and felt Chris's glasses still in his back pocket. "You probably need these back, huh?" he said, and gently opened the frames and placed them back on Chris's face. Then he pulled his shirt back over his head and down to his waist.

"Thanks," Chris said, staring again. Aadrik was standing there almost fully clothed, except that his impressive semi was still hanging out of his open fly. Chris raised his eyebrows at it. "I think you forgot something."

Smiling, Aadrik said, "I have to wait for this thing to calm down a bit more before I can put it away."

"Ah. Makes sense."

"If you're worried about your stuff though, why don't you go on out before me. But... you mind if I join you at your table?"

Chris smiled. "That would be awesome."

"Cool," Aadrik replied with a smirk.

Chris glanced down to see that there was one more drop of cum oozing out of the tip of Aadrik's dick. Without a second thought he squatted down, took the huge slab of flesh in his hand and squeezed that last drop into his mouth.

"Unf, fuck," Aadrik huffed.

Chris stood back up, smiling. "See you out there," he said.

Aadrik and Chris - Part 2

Aadrik had thought Chris was real cute when he saw him at his class, so he was bummed that he didn't see him at the next one. Amazingly, a week later he spotted him out at the local café.

Chris looked like he was studying (again, cute), and was so focused that he didn't even notice Aadrik was watching him when he got up to use the restroom. Aadrik hadn't even ordered a drink yet, but he had to follow. He had felt a connection upon their first meeting, for sure. But he still couldn't believe he accidentally pressed his crotch up against the back of Chris's leg while he was helping him stretch. He was so embarrassed, he walked away as fast as he could without being weird about it. He hoped.

But here he was again. He was feeling bold. Aadrik entered the bathroom to see Chris using the far right of the three urinals against the wall. Rather than use the one on the left with a comfortable space between them, Aadrik walked right up to the urinal beside the one Chris was using, loudly unzipped his pants, and whipped out his dick. He knew it was big. And he knew exactly what he was doing.

Chris, minding his own business, wondered why the fuck a dude would use the urinal directly next to him. But he caught something out of the corner of his eye, and unconsciously glanced over. Holy... It was actually the biggest, prettiest, uncut piece of meat he had ever seen. He was so caught off-guard that he didn't even realize he was staring.

Then he looked up and realized the man who possessed that impressive shlong was none other than Aadrik, his yoga instructor from the other day! Unreal! Did he come up next to him to show off on purpose??

And that's when Aadrik turned his head, looked him right in the eye, and winked.

Introduction

Dear reader,

My name is Drew Linne–known as Drewbirdman on Instagram, and Drewbird on Webtoon (creator of The Spilled Mug). I've been an artist all my life. I grew up with a graphic designer for a father, and spent my after school hours in my mom's ceramics studio.

When I was in middle school, I started to realize that I felt different and out-of-place among the other boys my age. I realized I was gay.

Like most LGBTQ+ individuals, it was a huge struggle for me during adolescence, and I became largely introverted, hoping to be invisible to my peers rather than let anyone know who I was. But I always had art.

I doodled in class constantly, and my drawing skills brought me attention, whether I wanted it or not. Lucky for me, it was always positive attention. Still, I remained the quiet kid who was just really good at drawing, until I came-out at age 17. When I did come-out, I flourished in the community I had found with a handful of other students in my art classes, as well as in my Japanese Language class, where we had all been together since our freshman year.

After high school, I moved out of state to go to art school. I was openly gay from day one, and in my first year I lived on the floor of the dorms designated as the "gender-neutral" floor. There were gay kids, lesbian kids, bi kids, trans kids! And straight allies too! It was the perfect place for me, and I made a close-knit group of friends that year. I had found my people!

Ever since then, my identity as a queer artist has been very important to me. And I love telling queer stories. Both about my personal journey, as well as fiction. And I have always enjoyed creating homoerotic work as
well.

In recent years, I've become increasingly frustrated by the censorship that queer artists face on social media. I've been on Instagram since 2010, and have consistently had my artwork removed for "violating community standards". I have tried doing a Patreon for my erotic work in the past, but I just don't produce enough work to feel justified in asking people to pay money to subscribe to my page. It's just not for me. And recently I tried returning to Tumblr–a place that I really enjoyed from the early to mid '10s–but I have already had my artwork flagged and hidden so many times that I can't even have a custom theme for my blog anymore.

As queer people, our sexuality is such a vital part of our lives. Most of us spend our early years trying to hide it. Some of us end our lives because we are told we shouldn't exist. And it's important that those of us who make it to adulthood revel in our true selves, and celebrate each other for who we are. I am so FUCKING TIRED of feeling like a huge part of myself is being routinely stomped out in the name of so-called "community standards".

Blogger seems to be one of the few places online where I can post the kind of work I really enjoy making, so that's what I will be doing. For fuck's sake, I've been drawing pictures of men with huge dicks since I was 12 years old. Just try and fucking stop me.

Yours Truly,

Drewbird

Aadrik and Chris - Part 1

Chris was a student at the city art school, and often frequented a café to do some studying. He was studying some art history notes one day, when he decided to take a little break and check out the community bulletin board.

It was mostly boring stuff. Flyers for real estate agents, pet-sitters, a notice for a city council meeting. Then he spotted a flyer for a yoga studio, advertising their class schedule, and featuring a photo of an absurdly attractive brown guy doing a yoga pose.

He was dressed in a loose-fitting tank top, and soft, baggy pants. Gorgeous face, great beard, surprisingly muscular. Not what you would think of as the typical build for a yoga enthusiast. He had all the things. Chris thought it was probably a stock photo. But the advertisement worked on him, and he decided he would attend the beginner class that weekend.

A few days later, Chris arrived at the yoga studio, all ready to get stretched out. He was wearing his favorite little yellow shorts, and blue tank top. Feelin' cute.

After setting up his mat in an open space between a few of the other students, the instructor walked in. It was the hot dude from the flyer! But unlike his photo, he was wearing some very tight, form-fitting, yoga pants, that showed off every bit of what he had to offer. And there was a lot there. It was practically obscene.

Chris managed to suppress his jaw falling open, but couldn't help his eyes widening. How was he supposed to focus and clear his mind with the instructor flaunting his sizable equipment around like that??

He told himself to calm down. It's just anatomy. The dude can't help it if he's sporting a police baton between his legs. He probably could try to conceal it a little better though.

Okay, deep breath...

The instructor introduced himself as Aadrik. He greeted a few of the students in the room by name. And he welcomed Chris and the other newbies with a nod, and smile of acknowledgment. Did his gaze linger on Chris for a moment? Surely he imagined it.

As the class continued, Chris was getting the impression that he wasn't the only one who was a little distracted by their teacher. But everyone seemed to be pretending like they hadn't noticed the proverbial elephant in the room. And Chris was mostly successful in doing the same. That is, until some time near the end of the class.

They were all lying on their backs, being instructed to point one leg straight up in the air, while bending the other one, foot flat to the floor. Chris was struggling a bit with keeping his outstretched leg straight, but Aadrik was walking around the room to give assistance to anyone who needed it. He stopped by Chris's outstretched leg, and asked if it was okay for him to assist him in getting a deeper stretch. Chris felt his face get a little hotter, but nodded, trying to maintain his gaze directly up at the ceiling rather than look at what he really wanted to.

Aadrik grasped Chris's ankle with his left hand, and put the other on his knee joint, gently guiding his leg a little further into the stretch. After a moment, Chris felt something soft push into the back of his leg and hold there for a moment. !!! Was that his freaking package being pushed up against the back of his calf??? He couldn't help his eyes flicking down towards the sensation, and sure enough that's what it looked like! He was suddenly way too aware of how small his pair of yellow shorts was, and was now regretting wearing them.

But before he knew it, Aadrik broke contact, cleared his throat, and seemed to step away a bit quicker than he had been moving before.

What the hell just happened?? Chris's body temperature felt like it had gone up about 10 degrees. By some sheer force of will, he was able to contain his arousal. He wasn't sure he would be able to come to this class again.