My New Favorite YouTube Show: Bad Boy

Slight tangent today. 

I've discovered something thousands of people knew about before me. A YouTube series called Bad Boy that's been around since 2018, updating occasionally now. Why am I sharing this? Because it's my new favorite thing in the world. I think it would appeal to people who like the fun and lighter Cave stories. The story is tight, the humor absurd and I love Scott, the lead character. Like all great sitcoms, the side characters make the show. 

It's basically a series centered on a writer who gets embroiled with members of the wacky Jomas family.

• YouTube: Artie O'Daly
• Bad Boy Season 1: A Five-Hour Compilation
• If you want to watch episodically: Bad Boy Episode 1
• My favorite character: The Best of Jim

Bad Boy started seven years ago and there are currently 35 episodes and they're slow to come out. However, Season One is done and forms a surprisingly coherent and engrossing 27-episode narrative ending on a really high note that wraps up almost everything before it. And the post-credits scene of the episode 28 holiday special has Santa Chuck (he brings you what you didn't get from Santa Claus but you have to stay in his van for 30-minutes with your pants off).

If you're looking for something fun, I highly recommend it.

Alex

Some of the primary & secondary characters (pictures below the cut) ...

CLAW 18: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 5 of 5)

 

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.

THE ATRIUM. DAY ONE MAIN EVENT.

“AND HIS OPPONENT … STANDING 6’5” … WEIGHING IN AT 220-LBS … THEEE RING OF WRESTLING … WORLD … HEAVYWEIGHT … CHAMPION … AND THEEE NEWLY CROWNED EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … IT’S THE LEGGGGG - AHHHH - CYYYYYY … JAAAAACK JUSTICE!”

CLAW 17: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 4 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX. 

GRAND BALLROOM. 

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Can’t do it. I’m going back upstairs.”

I sigh. It was a struggle just to get my tag partner and best friend Taylor down here. I’m not letting him flee. I grab his wrist, “Stay here with me. I can’t do this alone.”

Tay whines, “Why are you making me do this? Why are we even here?”

CLAW 16: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 3 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.

CHECKING IN AT THE FRONT DESK.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Rekert.”

I nod, “Thanks. I hope to.” I pat the gold title belt around my waist, “With any luck, I’ll have two of these when I leave Monday morning.”

I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder. To get to my room, I need to cross the huge center area where the weekend’s wrestling action will take place. I pause and breathe. I’ve been wrestling for 15 years but I still get anxious before a big match. Being the East Texas Pro Wrestling heavyweight champion isn’t a big deal in the wrestling world but it gives me a title to show I’m legit.

Again.

CLAW 15: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 2 of 5)

 

If you read Part 1 (CLAW 14), you can read more about Yusuf & Abdi in Route 69 S104: Dallas TX.

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX. 

ROOM 129.

 “Crawl, boy.”

Hi, I’m Taylor. That was an order to me. I obediently reply, “Yes, Sir.”

I crawl into the bedroom of our one-bedroom suite, an upgrade my friend and tag team partner Christian somehow flirted out of the short but muscular front desk clerk. Manipulating hot guys for free stuff is my thing, so I was proud of my buddy for going with it and getting the sexy dude to move us. With any luck, Christian will get to fuck the hunky clerk’s mountainous ass. I pushed him to go for it the whole walk to our room.

CLAW 14: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 1 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL + SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX.

ROOM 129.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“MAINTENANCE!”

I come out of the bedroom to see my friend, tag team partner, and ex-boyfriend opening the door for a tall, hunky mountain of a man. Middle Eastern. Olive skin. Dark hair. Beard, He’s gotta be 6’5”, like 250-lbs with broad, strong shoulders and sculpted, muscular arms. His green work tee with the hotel logo printed over his left pec isn’t just tight. It looks painted on.

My eyes linger on the torso. That tee stretched over his perfect pecs and clinging to his narrow midsection. It leads down to a low-slung leather tool belt over tight, white cotton pants that cling to his chiseled legs. He’s standing casually with his feet spread a little and hands on hips. Posing like a superhero or something. He could definitely pass for one.

Woof.

AMU 250.9: Ryan & Corey & Pino

 

MY HOUSE. 

SUNDAY. 12PM.

THE DAY AFTER MY BIG BIRTHDAY PARTY

“You’re awake.”

I stumble into my kitchen where Corey is typing away on his laptop. Too loud. My head aches. My mouth is dry. I manage to nod without dying. I lean against the wall and slowly turn my head to get my bearings. It’s my house, but I’m a little tired. And a lot naked. I rub my bare stomach and adjust my balls, hitting my morning wood as I reach down. I need to pee.

Shirtless in shorts, Corey sees and understands. For a 19-year-old, he’s brilliantly intuitive. He just gets people. His friend Ramsey accuses Corey of having telepathy, but really, he has empathy. Sexy, smart, and caring, I’m so happy that he’s here to help me. And not just because he’s a 5’11”, 190-lbs muscleboy. It’s because he never judges or pressures me.