#mr. brewer

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Let's all appreciate that Eliot not only called Nate's apartment (the team essentially) home- but he also wanted to stop being Mr. Brewer to help protect Hardison and Parker.

Eliot. (Said with affection.)🥰🥰

[littleguy-pi]

Mr Segundus endeavors to befriend Brewer :)

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love the tribute that the Brewers gave to Bob Uecker at the beginning of opening day at Yankees Stadium. He passed away this January at the age of 90.

His love of baseball and his sense of humor will be missed. I'm sure that he's watching the game today from up above. He was a catcher and the voice of the Brewers. Johnny Carson nicknamed him, Mr. Baseball and it was a perfect name for this great man. He made baseball so much fun!! RIP, Bob. We'll miss you!! 💜💜💜 I know that I do!!!

My condolences go out to the Uecker family 🙏🏼

[afterthegreatunknown]

throwing this into the tags because i'm hoping someone on the tumblr side of the fandom may know the answer to this question:

where did the names quentin and karen for the quagmire parents came from?

i seen pop up in a few other fandom spaces -the asoue subreddit and snicket wiki- but i feel those names didn't originated from there at all?

and why those particular names. especially karen.

because honestly speaking i gave netflix!mr. quagmire the name quincy, so i think the logic behind quentin is 'this is the quagmire parent who has a q name', but i'm not 100 percent sure and want a real source on the name logic.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

all the photos of 7th annual christmas from broadway world

[kenziekugler22]

Any day with Bob is an honor - @christianyelich

[mycroftholmesian]

RIP Bob Uecker 💔 Mr. Baseball ⚾️

[theredandwhitequeen]

Bob Uecker died, he was a baseball player, announcer and actor. He starred in Mr Belvedere as the dad and played a baseball announcer in the Major League movies.

[gregorygalloway]

The Incredible Mr. Limpet was released on 28 March 1964.

Jameson Brewer, Joe DiMona, and John Rose wrote the screenplay, based on Theodore Pratt's 1942 novel.

Don Knotts had signed on to star in the film in 1962, with the stipulation that filming would take place while he was on break from filming The Andy Griffith Show.

While the film received mixed reviews, it was a box office success, and Knotts (believing that The Andy Griffith Show was ending after it's 5th season) signed a 5-film contract with Universal Studios, preventing his full-time return as Barney Fife.

[chaunceyandchumleysdad]

We have lost one of my all time favorite people, Bob Uecker, aka Mr. Baseball. Born in Milwaukee, Bob played major league baseball and then went on to be the Milwaukee Brewers broadcaster for an incredible 54 years. He became a humorist/comedian, frequently appearing on late night talk shows where he poked fun at is indistinguishable playing career. He also became an actor, starring in a TV show and hysterically playing the role of baseball broadcaster Harry Doyle in the Major League films. Pre-internet, and living in Chicago where I could pick up the Milwaukee station on the car radio, I periodically listened to Bob's Brewers broadcasts. He was an excellent play-by-play announcer and always injected his humor into his play calling. He had 90 years of life and will be missed by me and all his fans.

With Bob Uecker in mind, I am kicking off the weekend with Please Do Not Go from the Milwaukee band, Violent Femmes, singing with some humor that perhaps Bob may have appreciated.

[fieriframes]

[...a self-taught chef, who left a money-making career back in '94 to pursue his passion. I was doing a lot of lease negotiations with restaurants and stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said. So along with Head Brewer Tim Butler...]

[casekt]

It's my birthday soon and the people I live with are going to be out of town and Somebody told our family friend when my birthday is so I have to ride around in the astrovan with him, go to Asian food dinner (yummy), and then go watch Pink Flamingos with him, maybe with one of my coworkers because they're friends and probably with family friend's apprentice

[cat0901h3]

Goosebumps Books 1-10

Can't believe that it took me nearly two years to just do 10 covers for the books. Will be posting more Goosebumps in the future, along with other stuff.

Read more to know my personal opinions and critiques on my fanart for each book:

Welcome to Dead House: I wanted to make the house look alive like Monster House, so I gave it more human characteristics (ie: the people in the windows to form eyes, or the finger-like branches.) Also paid homage to a horror film by styling it after The Amityville Horror house.

The Benson children themselves look a bit depressed, that's because the first book is actually more scarier than the rest of the series, so they're a bit angsty.

Stay Out of the Basement: This one killed a lot of my green markers lol. I tried to make Dr. Brewer as menacing as possible while still showing that he is a father with the photos, There were going to be more plants reaching out, but I decided that the leaves hidden on him would be enough.

Though I have to admit my disappointment with the lighting. It still looks a bit too bright, and not dark enough. That's just my own critique.

Monster Blood: Honestly, pretty mixed about this one. While I'm proud of the bubbling ooze that looks like a skull, which is outlined by one of my colored pens. I'm not proud that everything else is so muted with brown. Almost all of Jacobus' works are vibrant and saturated, so it being dull in colors feels like a disservice to him.

Also, Andy's last name was made up by me, she apparently just doesn't have one. It's inspired by Stephen King. Btw, hope you love banana and strawberry dyed hair, you'll see more of it soon in future batches.

Say Cheese and Die!: One of my favorite books, and of course it gets the best fanart imo. The screaming skeleton form of Greg Banks with red bg in the polaroid, contrasting with the dark background is just super cool, coolest shit I've ever done. Though I might be biased, I really like skeletons. Like Curly.

I actually made concept art for a Say Cheese and Die! graphic novel, which includes drawings of the photos and Spidey! Let me know if you're curious.

The Curse of The Mummy's Tomb: Not much to this one honestly. Just a mummy casually busting down a wall filled with hieroglyphics. Though I will say, I was experimenting with shading with purple and blues like Jacobus. As you can see, didn't stick for long.

This is also the book that I discovered that if the protag doesn't have a last name, then there is an official one either in the Presents novels, the mobile app, comics or other.

Let's Get Invisible!: This was pretty tricky to draw. Drawing someone turning invisible maybe easy in Photoshop or Procreate, but this was traditional art. Sure Jacobus did it with airbrushes, but I all had were pens and markers. But I somehow managed to pull it off, which is insane that I even managed that in the first place.

Night of the Living Dummy: Ah, the infamous Pamela Vorhees book, where the main antagonist isn't the mascot, but instead some other puppet lol. I've seen a lot of fanart of Slappy, but never of Mr. Wood. So I wanted to do justice for Wood while still showcasing Slappy. While I am proud for how it mostly turned out, there are two things that bother me. 1. This is the night sky that is black, the rest are either blue or purple. 2. I forgot to add the lines that make the jaw on Mr. Wood, whoops.

Aside from that, I hope guys like that Misfits poster in the background and Kris's cool hair cut. The green was inspired by the comic adaption not 2015 Jacksepticeye.

The Girl Who Cried Monster: Please forgive me for the small thumbnail, I wasn't using a ruler at the time. The design for Mr. Mortman wasn't much of a challenge. I loosely based it off of the French rendition of the cover and gave him a large leech-like mouth.

In my headcannon, the teeth spin like a garbage disposal, making easy work of the turtles.

Welcome to Camp Nightmare: Another one of my favorites, and I think I did a decent enough job, too. The lighting is perfect, the clouds look alien enough, and you can just barely see the screaming campers inside the tent. I do have one issue though, and that is the size of the monster, Sabre. In the original sketch I did, he was supposed to blend in like a bush, but instead he looks like Sasquatch Sr. Oh well.

While they did give Billy a last name in the Presents books, I had to make up one for Dawn. Just based it off Gwen Stacy lol. Also, hope you enjoy the little bonus pictures down below.

The Ghost Next Door: The original Jacobus art was perfectly vague enough to keep the twist there but not spoil anything. Of course to do the same thing, but with a twist of my own. The "ghost" shadow that you see in the street is the Dark Figure that follows Hannah around or when Danny is near. I wanted it to look like it was constantly on fire, since SPOILERS: someone in the book does die in a fire.

Another headcannon is that the Dark Figure isn't actually a ghost or whatever, but instead the embodiment of Misery.

[pineconepie]

This is all so amazing but I have to have some more of Vincent talking care of us especially what happens with his mob and stuff like if he’s out how much defense does he know on you and if so how many of them are around our finger by our 2 meeting?

This isn't exactly what was requested, but I still like the way it turned out :3

TW: Mentions of violence, parental/platonic yandere, infantilization

...

You hold Vincent's hand as he steps out the limousine, gently tugging you along with him.

When he mentioned bringing you to his office and workplace, you had no clue what to expect. So far, most of what you've seen matches the theme of Cryo and their various properties and establishments - mostly sleek black and white, with hints of blues and grays thrown in here and there.

You look up at the building nervously, but he doesn't seem too worried about it at all.

In fact, he looks rather excited for this visit. "You'll love it! We have lots of nice stuff here," he reassures you. "I'll hire a babysitter for you soon, but for now I want you to stay with Dad some more before we separate too much."

Babysitter, huh? Well, it makes sense given how protective and controlling Vincent acts around you. Not that you'd complain too much, you're well fed and generally content, besides the occasional panic session.

He smiles widely, putting his hands on your shoulders and guiding you into the lobby area.

The walls are painted a light cream color, the floors tiled grey.

There aren't any windows on this floor, just doors leading elsewhere inside.

There are several men and women walking around wearing suits and carrying briefcases or files. A few glance at you curiously as they pass by, but otherwise they keep focused on their tasks.

They all move aside quickly upon noticing Vincent approaching with you, however. None of them want to get in your way or risk upsetting the boss by holding up traffic.

That must mean these people really respect him, or fear him.

Probably a little bit of both.

Either way, it gives you chills thinking about what kind of person could command so much authority without even raising their voice once.

Then again... You suppose that's part of being in charge of a massive organization like Cryo. Anyone who steps out of line gets dealt with accordingly. No questions asked.

A woman approaches him briskly. "Good morning, Mr. Brewer," she greets politely, bowing her head slightly as she does. Her gaze flickers to you briefly before returning back to him. "How may I assist you today?"

"Just making sure my kiddo settles in nicely here." Vincent pats your head affectionately. "Come on, munchkin." He guides you down the hall.

Everyone stares at you openly now, curious about the newcomer. You try not to pay attention, focusing instead on Vincent and where he leads you. Eventually, you arrive in front of an office door marked 'Mr. Vincent Brewer.'

Inside is an enormous space filled with expensive furnishings and decorations.

Huge bookshelves line one wall; another contains a large fireplace surrounded by comfy armchairs. The ceiling itself seems to stretch upwards forever, ending somewhere far above your head.

On the opposite side of the room sits a desk piled high with papers and other items that look like they belong to important meetings. A huge map covers most of the surface. Behind it stands a window overlooking the city below.

"I made sure the mini fridge is stocked full of juice boxes and snacks," he tells you, gesturing to the corner of the room. "Only the best for my baby."

You blush and rub your arm. "I-I'm not a baby..."

He smiles at you sweetly, booping your nose. "Aw, yes you are, sweetie. But its okay! You don't have to worry about anything anymore." He then scoops you up in his arms and rocks you back and forth, making you giggle. "See? You try to act all tough and grown-up sometimes, but deep down you just wanna be babied, right?"

"...shut up," you mutter into the fabric of his shirt.

He hums softly and continues to sway you back and forth for a few moments longer before finally setting you down again. Then he takes your hand and leads you towards the couch near the fireplace.

"Here's some blocks and crayons and stuff." He sets a box of toys on top of the coffee table, along with a coloring book. "I have lots of important paperwork to do, so play quietly and let Dad focus on work, okay?"

You nod obediently, already reaching for the box.

Your fingers brush against plastic bricks and cardboard books before pulling away again, grabbing hold of some colored pencils instead. You start drawing random lines and shapes onto blank sheets of paper, enjoying yourself more than you'd like to admit.

Meanwhile, Vincent sits down behind his desk and begins sorting through various documents, scribbling things down whenever he needs to jot something down.

Every now and then he glances over at you, smiling warmly each time.

When you finish scribbling aimlessly across the page, you glance up to see what else you could do. The idea of sitting still for hours while listening to Vincent shuffle through papers is boring beyond belief.

You wonder how much you could annoy him if you truly acted the child he's so keen to treat you like.

You crawl into his lap, giggling when he jolts in surprise, looking down at you.

"What are you doing, cutie pie?" Vincent asks. He wraps one arm around you protectively. His grip tightens slightly as he leans forward to get a better view of your drawings. "Drawing pretty pictures for Dad, hm?"

"Yep!" you chirp, smiling brightly up at him. "Wanna see?"

His expression softens further as he nods. "Yeah, sure! Come on, up ya go." He lifts you higher onto his chest so he can see everything clearly. Then he examines your artwork closely for several seconds. Afterward, he gives you an approving nod. "My baby is so talented! That's beautiful. Didn't know I was in the same room as an artistic prodigy!"

Your face heats up at the compliment, feeling embarrassed yet oddly pleased at the same time. "T-thank you..."

He ruffles your hair affectionately and sets you back down again. "Why don't you draw some more? Maybe make Dad a picture too?"

You were hoping he'd be annoyed with you, but he looks more happy than anything, even with how busy he must be right now.

Oh well.

Maybe next time.

You continue to doodle idly for a while longer. You find yourself wanting to push the envelope with Vincent's patience, see how much he'll allow before it becomes too much.

But then he stands, adjusting his tie. "I got a quick meeting to attend," he says, offering you a sad smile. "Wait here. I'll come check on you and bring you lunch after."

Disappointed, you nod, frowning as he pats your head and walks towards the exit.

The door closes behind him with a quiet click. Only then do you slump against the cushions of the chair you sat upon earlier. Now what will you do?

You return to your doodles, deciding that this is probably the best way to pass time while waiting for him to return.

Once you get bored with those, you wander around the office. You poke around his desk drawers, finding nothing interesting there besides the usual stuff like pens and pencils.

You sift through folders of documents, but its hard to understand any of it, since there's loads of big words you don't know and lots of numbers involved. You end up staring blankly at pages full of graphs showing lines going upwards and downwards, wondering how anyone could ever read such boring stuff without falling asleep halfway through.

When that gets boring, you go to the door, turning the knob, expecting him to have locked it behind him.

However, much to your surprise, it opens easily.

So either he trusts you won't run off while unsupervised, or he simply forgot to lock it due to distraction.

Whatever the case may be, it means you have access to explore the building freely...

With excitement bubbling in your stomach, you quickly step out of the room and shut the door carefully so it doesn't make a noise.

Oddly enough, you don't want to try escaping, even if the chances were in your favor.

You take the elevator up a few floors and look out the window.

The view up here... It really is breathtaking. From where you stand, you can see miles and miles away, watching the sky shift colors as clouds drift overhead.

"Oh, poor thing. Are you lost?" a gentle voice coos.

You turn to see a man who looks slightly younger than Vincent, with long dark hair and grey eyes. He wears a suit, but he has several bandages wrapped around his hands.

"N-no! I'm just..." You pause, unsure what excuse to use. "...I was exploring."

He frowns. "Is that so? I'm Trenton. What's your name, little one?" He kneels down, even though he isn't much taller than yourself.

Why is everyone so insistent on treating you as a child?! But you can't deny, it does make you feel smaller. "...(Y/n)."

Trenton blinks for a moment. "Ohh, you're Vincent's child! Oh, wow. I can tell why he dotes on you, you're adorable. What on earth are you doing here? It's dangerous and I know for a fact Vinnie wouldn't allow it."

Another group of people come over, before you get the chance to even reply.

"Woah! Why's a kid here?" a man with short messy hair asks.

"That's Boss's kid," a woman in a pinstripe suit remarks. "We shouldn't mess with them. He won't take kindly to us interactin' with them."

Suddenly, you feel tiny amongst these tall adults surrounding you.

Trenton notices your anxious expression. "That's just Quinn, don't mind her. Oh, and this is Phoenix."

"Heya, squirt," Phoenix greets. He ruffles your hair. "We should probably get them back to Mama Bear's office before he notices. I'd rather not have all my limbs broken today."

"Mama Bear?" you ask in confusion, tilting your head.

"The Boss," Quinn replies shortly. "Our new little code name for him."

"Because of youuu," Phoenix croons, pinching your cheeks. "Boss treats you like his baby cub. I think it's cute, personally."

"Okay, leave (Y/n) alone," Trenton scolds. "Come on, I'll lead you back downstairs." He holds out his uninjured hand for yours, which you accept. Not like you have much of a choice.

"I can come with you guys!" Phoenix exclaims. "And so can Quinn, right?"

The woman sighs. "Well, it beats working."

As the four of you begin descending the stairs, you look at Trenton's bandaged hands. "What happened?" You don't even realize its rude until you say it out loud. "I'm sorry if that was personal..."

He chuckles. "Aw, it's okay. It's fine." He stretches them out, examining the wounds beneath his cloth wrappings. "Just some... accidents in the workplace." He smiles faintly.

Phoenix elbows him roughly in the ribs. "You didn't tell em the best part! About the fork!"

"I don't want to traumatize the poor thing!" Trenton exclaims. "You know Vincent would kill me."

Quinn smirks. "The story behind it was pretty funny. Some bastard thought he could break in and steal some documents, but good ol' Trent here managed to take him out with a single fork. Very gory, very bloody. I sat and watched the entire thing. The best part? It was a Hello Kitty-themed fork."

Trenton glares. "It was actually Keroppi. Get your Sanrio characters straight next time."

She rolls her eyes dramatically.

You frown. "T-that's awful... is the intruder okay?"

Phoenix laughs loudly. "Pft— Hell nah! Boss had us kill the dude. None of us really like killing, but it comes with the job."

"I like it," Quinn shrugs, earning another glare from Trenton. "What?! Don't get a job here if you're squeamish about killing."

Trenton sighs, then notices your terrified expression. "I know that's probably scary... but we only kill the people who deserve it." He offers a small smile. "Don't worry, sweetie. We won't hurt you." He narrows his eyes at both Phoenix and Quinn. "Now please, they've already been traumatized enough. Let's talk about happier things, shall we?"

They hear yelling as they get closer to the hall you remember Vincent's office being.

"Someone had to see them! Are you all stupid?! They're so small, there's no way they got far! Fuck! Check the cameras!" Vincent bellows. "If they aren't found in the next ten fucking minutes, you're all dead!"

"Ohhh, someone messed up big time," Phoenix says under his breath, glancing over at you. "Lemme guess - you left while he went somewhere?"

You swallow nervously and nod.

"(Y/n)! Baby, where are you?! Please don't do this to me!" Vincent cries from afar. His tone went from livid to desperate in the span of just a few seconds. "Please, angel, if you can hear me, come back! Where are you?!"

Trenton grimaces. "This is the most upset I've seen him since... ever." He glances at Quinn and Phoenix. "I think you guys should leave if you don't want to face his wrath."

"Good plan. Seeya, squirt." Phoenix gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "Bye, Trenton. Good luck."

When you finally reach Vincent, he's panting and pacing back and forth, gun in hand and eyes crazed. He looks genuinely terrifying right now.

"(Y/n)?!" He sprints over immediately, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, oh thank god. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt anywhere?" He starts patting you down, searching every inch of skin for injury. "Where have you been? Do I need to kill someone?" He kisses your face all over, squeezing you impossibly tight in his embrace. "God, don't scare me like that!"

You glance at Trenton, silently pleading for help.

Trenton clears his throat. "Boss... I found them wandering around, they got lost. They were looking for you. Everything is okay."

Vincent stares at him, still clutching your trembling body tightly. "Is that so?" Then he returns his attention to you again. "Baby? Is that true?"

You hesitate, because that's far from true, but lying would probably spare you from his anger. "I got worried. You were gone forever." You bury your face in his shoulder, hoping he'll feel pity for you. "Please don't be mad at me... or Trenton."

Vincent sighs heavily. "Oh, pumpkin... It's alright." He kisses the top of your head lovingly. "Sorry I left for so long. I'll call my driver to pick us up early, then we can put this all past us." He leads you back into his office, passing Trenton a grateful smile. "Thanks, Trent. I'll buy you a new set of Keroppi silverware."

"...that would be appreciated."

...

"Boss's ride is here, where is he?" Phoenix tilts his head.

"In his office. I'll make sure he's okay," Trenton says.

Quinn and Phoenix follow. Trenton knocks gently and cracks open the door to check in on Vincent and his kiddo.

On the couch, you're sleeping soundly on his lap, a blanket draped across you and Vincent cradling you like you're the most precious thing in existence. Probably because to him, you are.

"Aww," Phoenix coos, leaning on the doorway. "Mama Bear and his cub!"

Vincent shoots them the middle finger, but they can all see the amusement barely hidden on his face. "Don't you three have somewhere to be? Get out before you all get demoted."

Trenton stifles a laugh. "Your ride is here, Boss."

"Hmm." He carefully scoops you up, rubbing your back soothingly when you stir awake. "Shhh, shhh, its okay, munchkin. Just me and Trent. And Phoenix. And Quinn, for some reason. Go back to sleep." You fall unconscious again, instinctively nuzzling closer to Vincent.

You hate to admit it, but you feel safe.

[kenziekugler22]

For bob

[celebrityfanfictionblog]

Tales of Paul Sorvino

Chapter Two: Pie and Pleasure: A West Hollywood Tryst

Featuring actor, Paul Sorvino

In the bustling aisles of Bristol Farms in West Hollywood back in 2013, Kevin Bowen, a 28-year-old with a lean, athletic 6-foot frame and tousled blonde hair, collided with the legendary Paul Sorvino. The 6’2”, robustly built actor, his dark hair thinning and graying but neatly combed, sported a white baseball cap, a snug black t-shirt, white tennis shorts, and a blue Brewers jacket.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you when I turned. Really sorry,” Sorvino rumbled in his deep, gravelly voice. Kevin, flustered, replied, “No, I’m sorry too—I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sorvino bent down to pick up a small box Kevin had dropped, his shorts straining against his thick thighs.

“Hey, you lost this—hope it’s not busted,” he said, handing it over with a grin.

“Thanks,” Kevin replied, crouching too, his eyes catching the hefty bulge in Sorvino’s shorts—a sack that hung low and heavy, like a prize waiting to be claimed.

“Uh, it’s just a piece of pie from the deli,” Kevin added, voice faltering as he stared. Sorvino straightened up, catching Kevin’s gaze locked on his crotch.

“Pie’s toast now. Let me grab you a fresh one—least I can do,” he offered, his tone teasing.

“You don’t have to,” Kevin said, barely caring about the pie anymore—Sorvino looked like a full-course meal.

“Nah, I insist,” Sorvino shot back, winking.

“Can’t leave a guy pie-less.”

After replacing it, Kevin took a bold swing.

“You know, Mr. Sorvino, I wouldn’t mind taking you back to my place—to, uh, thank you properly for the pie.” Sorvino raised an eyebrow, silent for a beat.

Kevin’s stomach sank—until the actor chuckled.

“Straight to the point, huh? I like that. What’s your name, kid?”

“Kevin,” he replied, pulse racing.

“Well, Kevin, you’ve got guts. I’m in—let’s see what you’ve got in mind,” Sorvino said, his smile turning sly.

The moment they stepped into Kevin’s apartment, the air crackled with tension. Sorvino wasted no time, palming his hardening cock through his tennis shorts, the thick 6.5-inch outline straining the fabric. Kevin gestured toward the bedroom, but Sorvino stopped him mid-step.

“Hold up—right here’s fine. Get to work,” he ordered, pointing down. Kevin dropped to his knees, trembling with anticipation. He tugged the shorts down, and Sorvino’s briefs snagged on his meaty, cut cock, springing it free to slap against his hairy belly with a wet smack.

The scent hit Kevin first—musky, masculine, intoxicating—like a drug flooding his senses. He dove in, wrapping his lips around the fat head, stretching wide to take its girth.

Sorvino’s cock was a beast—6.5 inches of thick, veiny meat with a bulbous tip that filled Kevin’s mouth to the brim. Saliva dripped as he slurped, coating the shaft, his tongue swirling around the slit to lap up the salty precum oozing out. Sorvino groaned, his big hand gripping Kevin’s blonde hair, guiding him deeper until the head nudged the back of his throat. Kevin gagged but pushed on, sucking hard, the wet sounds echoing as he worshipped every inch.

“Yeah, suck it good,” Sorvino rumbled, gripping Kevin’s hair.

“Take it all, kid—don’t tease me.” Kevin slurped, spit dripping as he worked the shaft, tongue flicking the slit.

“Fuck, that’s it—get it wet,” Sorvino groaned, thrusting shallowly into Kevin’s mouth. Just as Kevin hit his stride, Sorvino yanked him up.

“Enough of that—turn around,” he barked. Kevin obeyed, and Sorvino’s rough fingers slid down, teasing his tight asshole. Kevin moaned, arching back as Sorvino’s thick digit circled the puckered ring.

“You want this bad, don’t you?” he murmured, pressing a digit in. The intrusion jolted him, but the burn quickly melted into pleasure. Kevin moaned, “God, yes—please.”

“Say it louder,” Sorvino demanded.

“Please, fuck me, Paulie!” Kevin shouted, wiggling his ass, impaling himself deeper, the finger stretching him open, picturing a Goodfellas-style ravaging.

“That’s more like it,” Sorvino chuckled, pushing deeper.

“Bedroom—now,” he added, smacking Kevin’s cheek lightly.

Kevin scrambled to the bedroom, stripping naked and planting himself on all fours, his 7-inch cock throbbing beneath him, leaking onto the sheets.

“Look at you, all ready for me,” Sorvino said, grabbing lube and slicking his 6.5-inch, thick, cut cock until it gleamed, veins bulging under the sheen.

Sorvino pressed the fat head against Kevin’s tight hole, smearing precum across the twitching rim. Kevin’s breath hitched, chest heaving as he braced for it.

“Beg for it,” he teased.

“Please, Paulie—ram it in me,” Kevin pleaded. Sorvino grinned, easing the head past the rim with a slick, audible pop.

“Tight little ass—fuck, that’s good,” he muttered as Kevin yelped, the stretch searing, his hole clenching tight around the invading girth. Sorvino held still for a moment, letting Kevin adjust to the bulbous head, then drove forward, burying all 6.5 fat inches in one relentless thrust.

The actor started slow, pulling out until the ridge of his cockhead tugged at Kevin’s rim, then slamming back in, the wet smack of flesh echoing. The pace built, Sorvino’s thrusts turning savage, his stocky frame powering each stab, his heavy sack swinging with each brutal plunge. Kevin’s hole gripped him like a fist, the friction blistering hot.

“Oh, fuck!” Kevin shouted, his insides spasming as Sorvino’s heavy balls slapped against his ass.

“Take it, kid,” Sorvino growled, sweat pouring off him, dripping onto Kevin’s arched back. Kevin jerked his own cock frantically, precum slicking his fingers as Sorvino’s relentless pounding shook the bedframe. The bed creaked under their weight, the room filled with wet slaps and guttural moans.

“You feel that? Gonna split you open,” he growled, slamming in hard.

“Yes—harder!” Kevin begged, jerking his 7-inch cock.

“Greedy little bastard, huh?” Sorvino laughed, his balls slapping wetly.

The tension coiled tighter, their bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the stench of musk and lube. Sorvino’s thrusts grew wild, erratic, his thick cock pistoning in and out of Kevin’s stretched, greedy hole at a punishing pace. His hairy balls slapped harder, the sound wet and obscene, each impact jolting Kevin forward. Kevin’s ass burned, the fat shaft splitting him open, every vein dragging against his raw insides. He could feel Sorvino’s cock throbbing, swelling even thicker as the actor’s grunts turned primal, animalistic.

“Gonna cum soon—where you want it?” “Inside—fill me up!” Kevin shouted. Sorvino’s pace faltered, his breath hitching.

“Fuck, here it comes—take it all!” Sorvino bellowed, his voice cracking with strain, hands digging into Kevin’s hips hard enough to bruise.

With a final, brutal thrust, Sorvino buried himself balls-deep, his cock pulsing violently as he unleashed a torrent of cum. The first rope blasted out like a geyser, hot and thick, flooding Kevin’s ass with a force that made him shudder. Each spurt was a seismic jolt—five, six, seven thick jets—coating his insides, the excess squirting out around Sorvino’s shaft, dripping down Kevin’s thighs in sticky, white streaks. The actor’s hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding against Kevin’s ass as he rode out the orgasm, growling like a beast, sweat-soaked and trembling.

“Oh, God—keep going!” Kevin screamed, clenching around him.

“Fucking hell, you’re milking me dry!” Sorvino grunted, hips jerking as he unloaded more, sweat pouring off him. The overwhelming heat and pressure of Sorvino’s load triggered Kevin’s own climax, a detonation that ripped through him like a freight train.

“I’m cumming—shit, yes!” he yelled, his 7-inch cock exploding hands-free, spraying wild arcs across the bed—splattering the headboard, soaking the sheets, his body shaking uncontrollably. His asshole clenched rhythmically around Sorvino’s still-twitching cock, milking every last drop as waves of ecstasy crashed over him, his body convulsing, toes curling, vision blurring white-hot. Cum dripped from his cockhead in thick, lazy dribbles, mixing with Sorvino’s leaking seed on the ruined bed.

Sorvino slumped forward, chest heaving, his softening cock slipping free with a filthy, wet slurp, a final trickle of cum oozing from Kevin’s gaping, well-fucked hole. Kevin collapsed face-down, ass still twitching, a puddle of their combined release soaking the mattress beneath him. The room spun, reeking of raw sex, their ragged breaths the only sound.

“Holy shit,” Kevin rasped, tasting sweat and musk on his lips. Sorvino wiped his brow, grinning exhaustedly.

“That’s one hell of a thank-you.”

This narrative is a fictional, explicit depiction and does not reflect any real events or the true nature of the individuals involved.