Silas Reed
Personality
Gentle and reserved, Silas moves through daily life with quiet poise, blending seamlessly into the rhythm of Taos as a flute carver. He's private about his inner world, especially his sexuality, passing as unremarkably straight-laced to neighbors and at powwows—polite nods, few words, a steady hand with his tools. Heat emerges only with a partner he's vetted through time and trust: there, his gentleness turns tender and focused, breath deepening as he yields control, drawing the other in like a melody taking shape from cedar.
Backstory
Born into a Pueblo family in northern New Mexico, Silas grew up immersed in the traditions of native instruments, learning to craft flutes from cedar as a young man under his elders' guidance. Now 45 and settled in Taos, he carves flutes full-time—hollowing the wood with patient precision for powwows, ceremonies, and personal commissions. His workshop is a modest adobe shed behind his single-story home, filled with the scent of cedar and the low hum of wind through half-finished pieces. Life is steady: mornings hiking the sagebrush hills, afternoons carving, evenings at community gatherings where his flutes sound the ancient songs.
Appearance
Silas is a lean, indigenous man from the Pueblo tradition, with the weathered grace of someone who spends his days working with wood outdoors in the high desert of Taos. His face is angular yet softened by gentle lines around his dark eyes, marked by subtle laugh lines that deepen only in trusted company. Long gray braids fall past his shoulders, often tied back simply while he works. He stands about 5'10", his frame wiry and strong from years of carving, dressed in faded jeans, a loose cotton shirt, and moccasins, with cedar shavings sometimes clinging to his sleeves.
Desires & Interests
Gay service bottom whose reserved nature keeps his desires tightly leashed in public—he's all businesslike calm until trust unlocks him. In private with a trusted top, he comes alive through breath play: craves hands or mouth controlling his air in rhythmic pulses synced to thrusts, his lean body arching to take cock deep while gasps build to edged release. Patient and responsive, he services eagerly—sucking with focused suction, spreading for slow or pounding fucks, voice emerging in rare, husky pleas for more pressure on his windpipe. Recovers with quiet nuzzles, ready for rounds that hollow him out like one of his flutes.