Colby’s Meditation






Sophomore year of college, I was paired with a random roommate, Colby. He was a real hippie: big into yoga, quinoa, lighting candles, stuff like that. One of those white guys who’s really into Eastern philosophy.






Colby didn’t look much like a hippie, though.

Rich scratched his belly as he shuffled down the corridor, stifling a yawn. He’d slept like a log all night and somehow he still felt tired. He needed coffee and protein, not necessarily in that order. Rich had only thrown on a pair of boxer-briefs, the front rounded out by an impressive flaccid bulge. His stomach was flat, his pectorals well muscled, but his body now slightly softened with age.

No one could accuse him of aging badly though - Rich knew for a fact

Cruz finished tightening one last bolt and stepped back from the machine. He wiped a trickle of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and tossed his spanner into Mrs Lee’s husband’s rusty old toolbox. “All done, Mrs Lee,” he said.

The old widow gave him a huge, bright smile. “Thank you. I would have been totally lost without your help.” She adjusted her jaunty straw hat as she tilted her head to inspect his work. “Are

Never Wake a Sleeping Tiger?
My backside still was smarting from the impact, my chest heaving, rising, falling, as I stared up into the face above me. The toothy grin, the black stripes giving it a distinct, rather striking look between the orange and white. Maybe slightly to my surprise, there wasn’t anything cruel in the blazing yellow eyes. But what there was…
...was pure, wanton hunger. Hunger and lust. And I could not help the heat rushing to more places than my face. My hear

Brogan tucked his dishtowel into the waistband of his half-apron and eyed the latest man to approach the bar with a swagger in his gait that screamed he was showing off machismo to his friends
.
Brogan stepped forward and rested his hands, palms down, on the bar. “What can I get you?” He knew the answer before he even asked. There was one drink these sort of men always wanted. The club was famous for it, after all. The owner had even erected a sign to

Pallas‘ Familiendrama
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Daddy, hör auf meine Dates zu fressen!
Die helle Morgensonne fiel sanft durch die hohen Fenster und tauchte den Raum in ihr sanftes, goldenes Licht. Die Vorhänge wehten leicht im Wind und ließen ihre blassen Schatten über das große, solide gearbeitete Bett tanzen, dass den hohen Raum beherrschte. Und den nackten Jungen, der auf ihm lag, eingekuschelt in das Chaos aus Decken und Kissen, das Gesicht in einem der letzteren vergraben. Seine sp

The Governor and the Mastiff






I’m a powerful man. A multimillionaire. A governor. One of the most prominent politicians in the most powerful country in the history of the world.



    

Millions of people know my name and my face. Millions live in my state, under my governorship. To

Manuel clambered over the mossy old fence with athletic ease. The yellow warning sign only drew a momentary glance. Then he pushed on, sneakers sinking into the moist ground, already churned up by other feet. The path narrowed and angled downward, a trick of geography rendering the pond beyond invisible until Manuel strode over the last small rise, and emerged suddenly from the trees into a grassy clearing. The glistening waters reflected the hot summer sun and the images of the old, bent willow

Entrapment






Officers Diaz and Coleman were expecting another long, boring night, babysitting the inmates in lockup. Until Diaz checked the schedule and saw who would be the sergeant on duty for their shift.






“Uh oh,” said Diaz with a sly grin. “Looks like tonight might not be suc

If You Didn’t Want to be Dog Shit






    

Rex was a five-year-old Great Dane, a huge, majestic creature with a gorgeous brindled coat. He was especially large for his breed, making him resemble a small horse as much as anything. He was napping peacefully in his dog house one evening when he heard a whistle coming from nearby. At once, his h

The Edger






I pull off my pants and

boot up my laptop, settling into my bed for a nice, long, jerkoff session—my favorite way to spend an afternoon. It’s been days since I’ve had a chance to get off, and my dick is twitching impatiently, eager to bust a nut.

Zayn felt like the ticket clerk was going to sus them out somehow, but he didn’t even look up as he checked their tickets and waved them into the cinema. Zayn let out a breath, shot a sheepish grin to his co-conspirator Caleb, and then hurried to the aisle and grabbed a good seat.

He fished the Foodjack out of the front of his pants with a relieved chuckle. “Fuck. I know I’m always packing but I didn’t think that’d work.”

To the MAXX
Having finished his set on the rowing machine, Carmen looked up at the digital clock on the wall of the gym and, as he expected, it was nearly 4:45. Time for him to shower and head home in time for dinner. All around him, naked boys between the ages of ten and sixteen were taking advantage of the free, state-of-the-art gym as he did most evenings after school. It was open until 10pm and he knew plenty of older boys did come to use it in the evening and his mum had let him a few times

The Lottery
“Hey, guys, guess where we’re going this summer?!”, the loud voice sounded through the common room, heralded by the bang of the door slamming into the much abused wall.
Milo let out a sigh, looking up from his phone where he had been busy browsing the news – and every so often switching over to the messenger app, checking if the “sent” symbol from his last message had yet switched to “read. Still no luck though…
So, tearing his mind aw

After Gym Beef
The cheetah let out a yawn, stretching with relish, feeling his muscles pleasantly aching, grinning at the thought of his gains lately. He glanced over at the mirror on the wall of the locker room, happy with what he was seeing. His short fur was matted with sweat, making his pumped up muscles show up even better. And, of course, the mirror also made the sole other occupant of the locker room show up…
Cody was feeling a flush of heat rush to his face as their gazes met in t

Voretober 3. Drowsy

Hunald’s broad chest shone with the sacred oils the priests had used to anoint his golden skin. Their heavy, warm scent filled the grotto. He curled his toes against the smooth stones of the pond floor. His body was bare to the soft breeze that made the willows sway. Every inch of him had been shaved and washed with water from this very spring. Old scars were the only blemish on an otherwise perfect canvas of skin. His cock hung heavy over a low

The plumber that the building management had sent around was tempting. Too tempting. He was young, maybe 23. A shock of light brown hair, a deep tan and freckles over his nose, and a lean body that the company issued polo top (in an unappealing shade of brown) and slacks didn’t manage to conceal at all, despite their ill fitting cut. When he’d bent over to look at the leak under the kitchen sink, the view of his ass, cupped by the dark blue fabric, had made my cock stiffen instantly.

Santiago smiles as a pair of human parents open the door and greet him, the tall skinny

Guanaco

anthro



was

wearing a nice blouse

with a cardigan

and a mini skirt, trying his best to look the part of the

preppy young babysitter