Osmar Schindler - Muscles, 1907
Well this sure is heterosexual.
I want fic about the guy with the nose on the right and shirtless muscle dude in the center secretly carrying out a torrid affair with a lot of rough sex.
…what?
Agreed. Further fleshing out— Blondie there in the back brought an artist friend to the boxing exhibition and is forever heartbroken that said friend is heterosexual— or so he’d mistakenly assumed, having been afraid to broach the subject. Meanwhile, Pipe-Smoker is Nose’s work-friend, who has been dragged out ‘for a spot of entertainment’— he was not, of course, told that the pile of muscles he is being introduced to is his chum’s secret lover, but he is able to surmise as much. When he finds out, he politely makes no mention of it, but he’s totally cool with it because his brother is something of a bohemian and is currently shacked up with a handsome moustachioed gentleman, so he feels it wouldn’t be right his casting stones, and anyway, he’d much rather his friend be happy. If that means the occasional good hard shagging by a big strong man, so be it.
The long-haired youth is another artist, who finds boxing rather boring, but was dragged to it by his father, under the mistaken impression that the sport and its enthusiasts would be a bastion of traditional heterosexual manhood. His father might be somewhat relieved then, to learn that the short-haired young person in cheap trousers who is always hanging about his son’s rooms at college is in fact a woman, though he would probably still be a bit scandalized. The two enjoy a torrid affair of their own while enjoying the dress customary of the other gender, and a variety of other costumes and paraphenalia.
Pipe-Smoker’s brother and brother’s companion are probably also hanging about, placing small wagers out-of-frame and making teasing remarks under their breath, pointing out to each other which of their fellow spectators each thinks is of a similar bent, laughing quietly at each other’s assertions.
… I accidentally quite a lot of story there.
