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Maybe it’s because I didn’t get to let loose at Pride this year, or because I hadn’t stumbled home tipsy from a gay bar in what felt like forever. Maybe it’s because I wore my same sweatpants day in and day out and only really left the apartment for groceries. Maybe it’s that my straight roommate played first person shooter games in the living room all day long.

But things were getting too fucking bleak and hetero.

“Goddammit all!” I yelled to the sky. “I’m a fucking queer! Life’s supposed to be more colorful and fun and bouncy than all this! If the world’s going to go to shit, aren’t we at least supposed to be having some fun as it burns?!”

The air seemed to ripple in our apartment. Pink waves seemed to glow around the edges of everything, and then with the sound of a cymbal crash, a rift tore through the air right in front of me. Rainbows of bright neon shot out in all directions! And… was that- glitter? I swear I could hear a synthy backbeat.

And then the 9 inch spike of the mother of all high heels jabbed out of the rift, followed by a leg that seemed to stretch into infinity. Then, a hand, nails painted for the gods, pulled on the side of the rift. One latex, electric pink bodysuit and a beehive blonde wig followed. And poured into it all was the tallest, fiercest drag queen I had ever seen.

“Oh honey,” she said, looking around. “This IS gloomy.”

My mouth was agape.

“Save the slack jaw for later, sweetie,” she said, gliding a long finger across my chin.

“Who the… where did…. -?”

“Your fairy godmother dear, do keep up,” she quipped, making her way through my apartment, opening cabinets and frowning.

“Joey, do you see-?!” I whirled around to my roommate on the couch, but he sat frozen, game controller in hand. The TV was likewise suspended in time.

“Oh, Lord! It’s worse than I thought!” the drag queen called from my room. I ran in to find her flipping through my closet. “No wonder you’re all depressed.”

She held up a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Is it the 1950s?” she asked. “Did we uninvent color? Is it all black and white again?”

She tossed a few more pieces of clothing over her shoulder and then turned back to me.

“Right, well, I’m in high demand these days, so, you’ll have to do most of this yourself.”

She pulled a purple velour bag from her hip and started rummaging through it.

“It’s simple really,” she continued as I stood there, dumbfounded. She reached farther than humanly possible into her bag, frowned, and then yelped.

I jumped.

“Ahh! Here it is!”

She produced what looked like an oversized TV remote, which she proceeded to hand to me. On it, there was a single, almost cartoonishly oversized dial. The range had various settings, from “NOPE” to “Gay,” “Gayer,” all the way up to “Oh hoooooneeeey.”

She grinned, and her dazzling pink lipstick seemed to glow.

“What is this supposed to…” I still couldn’t complete a sentence.

She stared.

“Really? It’s one dial, Carlos. I thought even YOU could figure it out.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Fine, a quick demo and then I’m on my way. Let’s start where I KNOW it’s needed.”

She snatched the remote from my hand like it was the wig of a would-be rival, spun on her heel, and pointed it at my closet. One twist, a flash of light and- !

Suddenly, my whole wardrobe was… well, fabulous! Colors! Prints! Tiny shorts! Harnesses! A cowprint caftan!

My fairy godmother sighed.

“Sometimes my job is its own reward,” she mused, then thrust the remote into my hand, gave me a big smooch on the cheek and strode past me toward the still flickering rift.

“There’s still joy in you, Carlos!” she called over her shoulder. “Frivolous, Dionysian, indulgent, shallow, glittery, basic, queer, horny, bubble gum JOY!”

“Wait!” I said. “I- ! I …. how do I get a hold of you?”

She started to climb back into the rift, careful not to hit her hair on the top.

“Oh honey, don’t call me. Please. It’s bad enough that you made me get into day drag once already. Besides, I have to go have a chat with some Very Serious Gays. Get messy, have fun, and….”

She trailed off, her hand extended. She stared at me and sighed, then flexed her fingers and cleared her throat.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry!” I said. My hand flew to my wallet and I pulled out two fives.

“Never let me catch you not tipping a drag queen ever again! Ok, kisses!”

“Thank you!!” I yelled, and then with a resounding SNAP! She was gone.

Instantly, time resumed. Gunfire sounded from the video game.

I peered at my roommate. Late 20s typical straight guy. He was wearing some oversized sports jersey, gray sweats, a backward cap, sweaty body hair peeking out from everywhere. Doritos crumbs clung to the corners of his mouth, surrounded by days of stubble. He looked like he hadn’t left the couch in ages. An active gym bro, he was not. His mouth hung open as his glazed over eyes clung to the tv screen.

I looked down at the remote in my hands I pointed it vaguely at Joey and the TV. I gingerly twisted the knob.

A flash! And the video game was gone- the TV now showing…. Golden Girls reruns?

I looked at Joey. He was unchanged, but mouth open.

“Dude, what the fuck?” he turned to me.

I must have missed him.

“Well fuck this!” I said, and aiming it directly at Joey, turned the knob.

Instantly, the jersey began to shrink, becoming more form fitting. Joey’s gut also pulled in. He sat straighter up as his shoulders toned, his arms bulked. He looked clean-shaven all of a sudden, his jaw a little stronger. His sweats morphed into short gym shorts, and I could see his now athletic legs. He looked like a Hell’s Kitchen gay, just returned from the gym. He could probably bench press me.

“Ok, I actually LOVE this episode,” he said. “But after this, I  really need to drink my protein shake.”

No. It needs to be gayer! I thought and twisted the knob again, two more settings up.

The jersey around Joey’s chest shrank upward, showing off his now hairless midriff. A tan glided down his skin as all his body hair seemed to vanish. He shorts melted away, revealing a tight pair of black briefs, and long black socks crept up his legs.

He let out a moan as his body shifted again, growing several inches shorter. A star tattoo appeared just above his briefs. He had gone from muscle gay to full go go dancing twink.

He turned to me, his lips growing full and pouty and his eyes intense.

“Carlos?” he asked in his now higher voice, his once bulky arms now thinner and toned. I saw his dick twitch in his briefs. “Why do I feel so… gay?”

He bit his lip sensuously and looked me up and down, his hands now pawing at his crotch.

I grinned and walked toward him, remote in hand. I reached down and pinched one of his nipples below the mesh. He moaned. His briefs were now a sexy jockstrap, and I could see his rising erection.

“Well Joey,” I said, pushing him back on the couch and mounting him. “Everything around here’s going to get a whole lot gayer.”

Then I pointed the remote at myself, and turned the knob.

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Oh for fucks sake redux

So now the pictures I’ve posted are ok (even the nsfw ones) but the captions on a lot of them have been removed. I respect tumblr for having good intentions trying to combat child porn and the like, but this is insane, stupid, and very, VERY poorly done. It’s like using a jackhammer where a chisel is more appropriate

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Oh for fucks sake

There appears to be no rhyme or reason to what’s being flagged. One of my posts literally had a huge muscle man naked with a big ass erection working out and that’s not explicit yet a post of a hot guy feeling his pecs in a shirt is. Yeah, tumblr is officially a dumpster fire

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“We met at our sons wedding last year and really hit it off.”

“If by hit it off you mean we found a room in the hotel and fucked like rabbits overdosed on viagra till dawn.”

“I just figured that was implied.”

Daddy award goes to these sexy dads. 🏆💪👨🏻

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(Sorry it’s been a minute, just been difficult getting inspired for some reason lately)

I was looking through some old albums the other day when I came across this one taken in front of the old gym on the day I turned 16. It’s so weird to think how much time has passed since then, but I remember that day like it way just this morning.

That’s me there in the middle, crouched way down in my orange t-shirt. My dad started taking me there on my tenth birthday and I’d taken to it like breathing so by the time of this picture, I’d built myself a fairly impressive body. This was the year I started entering bodybuilding competitions, winning them too.

Next to me, in the bell bottom jeans is my dad. God he was massive! He used to be a pro bodybuilder back in the day, but by this time he’d graduated into more, ahem, “adult” work. Above him in the skimpy tank is my pop. The way he tells it, he and my dad met when they were 18 and it was like getting struck by lightning! They’d never been apart a day since.

The guy staring at pop is dad and pops boyfriend Richie. Technically he was "father" although he was never called that unless I was in trouble. The three of them have been together for longer than I’ve been alive. We all lived together in an building not far from the gym, the top two floors being the apartment and the ground floor being the film studio.

Oh yeah, that adult work I mentioned? It was porn, hard core gay porn staring dad and pop with Richie acting as the camera man and occasional guest star. I think I was about 14 when I first found out. I’d stolen one of their movies without knowing what was on it and got the shock of a lifetime. Dad was HUGE! And I don’t just mean in muscles, he had the most massive cock I’d ever seen. Thick and veiny and as long as my arm! I know it was wrong but watching dad’s cock disappear into pops ass and pop screaming like a massive slut got me so hard I shot off without even touching myself.

Later, Richie found out I watched the tape. I don’t know if he ever said anything to dad and pop, but he let me know my feelings were completely and totally natural, and that no matter what they all loved me. Then he pulled me into a hug where, to my embarrassment, he felt my hard on pressing into his abs (side note, although he was fairly modest, Richie had a fantastic body. He rarely ever showed it in public, but around dad and pop, he was almost always shirtless. This was no exception). I was mortified, but he just chuckled and kissed my forehead.

I took advantage of Richie’s words and over the next few years, and with guidance from all three of my dads, I liberally experimented with several of the guys in this picture. Damien, the little guy above me, was the most flexible fuck I’ve ever had. He could bend is athletic body into shapes I still have trouble imagining. Eric, the tall guy next to him really got off by picking me up and fucking me in mid air. The last time I saw him I’d grown big enough to where I could do it to him. He loved it so much he actually started crying, makes me think that was what he wanted all along. Sven and Steve, the blonde Norwegian guy in the blue and yellow top and the guy in the glasses, were my first threesome. Steve liked to play the role of teacher and Sven absolutely loved getting spanked.

But the most important guy here is the one with his arm around me, they gyms owner Issac. He was probably about 35 when this photo was taken, but ever since I’d met him the week before, bam. Like lightning. I ran home and told Richie like the tongue tied 15 year old I was. Later that night, pop came into my room and asked me about it. When I told him how I felt he got kinda quiet before taking my hand.

“Ben, if you truly feel that way, then your dad, Richie, and I will support you.” Then he gathered me into his massive arms and squeezed me tight. “We love you son.”

Anyway, after this picture was taken, Issac told me he had something special planned for my birthday. He took me into his office which was decorated with candles and flower petals. I turned around to find this big muscle man actually staring at the floor and blushing.

“Too much?” He whispered, looking at me shyly.

“No.” I shook my head and cupped his beautiful, chiseled jawline. “Never.”

We kissed and it was as though the world melted away. I’d had lots of sex before that, and would have lots and lots of sex after, with Issac, other men, Issac AND other men, but that first night with him was the most magical time I've ever had. And on my eighteenth birthday all those years ago, when he slipped this ring on my finger, I swear it was the happiest day of my life.

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(This one’s long)

The club was really packed tonight, so much so that it was pretty easy for the three of us to slip into the bathroom unnoticed.

“Man, did you see that bartender? Fuck he was so hot! He’s who I’m gonna try and take home tonight.” Danny groaned after he checked to make sure the stalls were empty.

“Maybe he’s into threesomes.” Ryan laughed. “I’m gonna try for the guy in the far booth. That shirt looks like it’s painted on! Plus he’s got a really fuckable face.”

“That leaves the bouncer for me!” I grinned, remembering the smoldering smile he’d given me as we came in. I liked guys who showed interest before the change. “You both ready?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get out there before someone comes in.” Danny said, quickly shucking his shirt. Ryan and I did the same.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, reaching deep down until I found that door inside me. As soon as I opened it, I felt my muscles begin to swell. I could feel my chest heave outwards with muscle while my arms turned into canons and my abs came in two by two. I had chosen baggy shorts so my legs didn’t feel constrained, but they filled them out much nicer now that they were thick pillars of muscle. Finally I felt my ass plump up nice and round, like two halves of a soccer ball. I pushed a little harder there than other places, I really liked having a big ass.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by an image of a muscle bound hunk staring back at me. I grinned and bounced my pecs.

“Fuuuuuuuuck dude.” Ryan moaned, massaging his hard on through his sweatpants.

“Just wait.” I smiled and pulled him into a passionate kiss. I imagined his lithe ebony frame filling out with hulk like muscles and I pushed that fantasy into him. I had to rearrange my space when I felt his pecs start pressing on mine, but fuck it felt hot. For the final touch, I sent an extra jolt to his dick, turning it into a massive fourteen inch pillar of black power. I broke the kiss and looked him over, damn I did good work!

“Jesus dude! You look like you could break somebody with that thing!” Danny gaped, running a hand over Ryan’s new bulge.

“You think Trey over did it?”

“Hell no! I’m just hoping I get the chance to ride that beast for myself tomorrow.” Danny winked.

“Your turn.” I grinned and pulled Danny in to his own make-out session. When we were done, he looked like he could pulverize a cinderblock wall. I didn’t grow him taller like me and Ryan, but what he lacked in height he more than made up with in muscle. He was arguably the biggest of the group with his size starting to boarder on the freakish side, but he loved it. He was so scrawny usually, so he loved it when I blew him up like this.

I checked my phone, 10:30 on the dot.

“Ok guys, you know the rules. We’ve got 24 hours.”

“Sounds good.” Ryan said, checking himself out in the mirror. Danny just threw a grunt in response. I smiled fondly, these were my roommates, my best friends, and my lovers. I loved sharing this with them.

The three of us struck one simultaneous most muscular before heading back out onto the dance floor. All eyes were on us as we separated towards our own prey. I looked and saw Danny chatting up the bartender, who was ignoring several other patrons in favor of tracing the veins on Danny’s bicep. Ryan had simply gone in for the kill right away, his mouth already fused to the face of his target, whose hands were eagerly exploring his massive back and bulge.

Meanwhile I approached my wide eyed, open mouthed bouncer. He was really cute, like if Zayn and Channing Tatum had a baby, but that baby also had a smoking hot bod. Not as big or hot as mine, but still sinfully delicious in tight black.

“Hey.” I smiled. He closed his mouth and looked like he wanted to touch but held himself back. I reached out and took his hand, placing it on my huge pec.

“You were small.” He muttered, as he started running his hand over my chest.

“Do I look small now?” I bounced my pecs and I swear I could practically hear him getting hard. He grinned at me and pinched my nipple, causing an involuntary growl to escape my lips. He wasted no time in moving his hands lower until he slipped one down the front of my shorts.

“You need to watch the door?” I asked huskily as he wrapped his hand around my hard cock.

“Fuck the door, fuck me instead!”

Well, since he asked so nicely.

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I woke the next morning with the bouncer in my bed to the sounds of ecstasy coming from the living room. I slipped out of my room to find Danny with an ass full of Ryan’s amazing dick, curses and praise flowing freely from his lips. As I leaned against the door and watched the show, waiting for my time to join, I chuckled.

These powers were amazing!

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The first thing I did after the shitstorm of a breakup was grab my gear and head to the country club. My douchbag of an ex decided that we needed it because "it was made for special people like us." If special meant banging every tennis pro working there with a tight ass then yeah, he was special all right.

But in spite of that I fell in love with the club, especially the golf course. Most 25 year olds unwound at bars but for me, there was nothing better than going out and playing 18 holes. I especially loved this one caddy, Tanner. He was only 17 last I saw him but he was smart and funny and really knew the game.

Immediately upon entering the club house I felt my shoulders relax. It had been 6 months, far too long.

I chatted with the regular golf pros and asked if Tanner was around to caddy for me.

"Oh yeah, he's here." The guy smirked. "He'll meet you out there. Trust me, you won't miss him."

That struck me as a little odd, but I shrugged it off and made my way to the first hole. As I approached, I saw what looked like a huge hulking statue standing on the green. It wasn't until the statue turned around that I saw the impossible, it was Tanner!

"Hi Mr X!" He waved, his too tight shirt straining under his titanic muscles. "Here, lemme get that."

With one hand he grabbed my golf bag and slung it over his cannonball sized shoulder. Meanwhile I was gaping like a fish. Only 6 months ago Tanner was a slim kid! Sure he wasn't scrawny, but he was no where near this Captain America sized hulk!

"Wow, Tanner, wow!" I managed to couch out. He smirked, oh holy hell that smirk should be illegal.

"Yeah, I made a wish on my 18th birthday. It really came true." He grinned and flexed his arms. I went from aroused to hard as a fucking girder in seconds.

"Wwhat did you wish for?" I asked stupidly. Suddenly he blushed and looked down at the ground.

"That I'd be enough for my dream guy." He muttered. I was confused, until he looked up at me.

Oh, OOOOOHHHHH.

Instead of saying anything, I simply reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder as we both slowly gravitated towards the golf cart he'd driven up in.

Needless to say I now have a new boyfriend and a new way to let of steam. Those seats never got such a workout, a workout that was continued in my car, against my front door, in my bed, in the shower...

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The fishing trip had been going great, each of us had caught several big ones. But then yesterday, Sam had reeled in this one fish that seemed, I don't know, different. And he and Jake seemed determined to eat it that night. I declined, said I wasn't feeling well. But the truth is, I was nervous, that fish looked almost like it was glowing!

Anyway, that night, I headed this loud thumping and crashing but when I got up, the noises stopped, so I went back to bed thinking I had dreamed it. Boy was I wrong.

The next morning, I went out on deck to find the new and improved Sam and Jake. They were massive! Pecs and biceps bulging and covered with veins and legs that looked like they could stomp through steel. They were both at least a foot taller than when I left them last night and they both wore only swim trunks that were packed to the absolute limit.

"Hey Markie!" Sam bellowed. "What do you think?"

He and Jake flexed and it was all I could do to stay upright. They both smirked.

"Sorry if we woke you last night, but once the transformation hit it was impossible for us to keep our hands off each other. We'll pay you for the damages." Jake laughed. Sam laughed too before grabbing Jakes hand and pulling him into a passionate make out session.

The ripping of fabric forced my attention to the pairs swim trunks. I managed to look down just as two colossal cocks ripped right through the material, each nearly two feet long and as thick as 2 liter bottles of soda. I came so hard at the sight I had to drop to my knees.

"Oh you're in for a treat now!" Sam smiled. "My soulmate here is a master at fucking."

"Well that's only because MY soulmate has the most talented ass in the world." Jake retorted before being pushed to the deck.

The show they put on almost sank us but I couldn't find it in me to care.

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My little brother is something of a freak. He seemed perfectly normal up until his 12th birthday, but then it was like some kind of switch had been flipped. Ever since, he’s been growing muscles like a fucking balloon. He’s closing in on 300 pounds of rick solid muscle, and he’s not even 15 yet!

And trust me, his muscles aren’t the only thing that’s been growing. We share a wall, and every night I get to listen to him fucking three or four different guys from the local college (Funny thing, it wasn’t until he’d given Mom and dad their 28th grandchild (all boys) that he’d even realized he was gay). Once his latest conquests have all passed out, he comes into my room.

He says it’s because he can’t sleep with all the bodies in his bed, but considering he then spends most of the night subtly rubbing his cock up against my ass or pressing his godly muscles into me, I don’t think that’s quite the “only” reason...

Beast-in-the-making

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His nickname on base was "Captain America" because of his hair and the rumor that he'd gotten so big due to a military experiment. All that changed however when one day he accidentally tore off the door of a humvee.

After that, other soldiers started coming up to him and saying how much they admired his muscles. Gradually that escalated to some of them asking to feel his arms, or his chest, or his shoulders. Eventually he began taking each admirer somewhere private and giving them a private show (earning him his new nickname, Private Dancer).

But every time things were about to escalate, they'd either be interrupted or the men would back out once they saw that his muscles weren't the only thing that was massive. To be fair, 13 inches long and as thick around as a Coke can was intimidating for anyone, but after weeks of this, his pool ball sized nuts were 50 shades of blue.

Finally, after a particularly long day, he just couldn't take it anymore. Stark naked, he burst into a barrack full of men and went to town. By the end of the night, all 40 men had been fucked into blissful oblivion, and he knew he'd never want for another ass again.

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I’ve always been into muscle, I mean REALLY into it. As a horny teenager, just the sight of a chiseled lad on TV would send me to the bathroom for a good hour at least. But when I met Eddie, all those fantasies went out the window.

I don’t know what it was about him, but he was the total opposite of everything I’d lusted after. Funny, sweet, caring as hell, and cute as a button, but sort of a dough twinky in the way of body. But I didn’t care one iota though. We were in love, and I was happy.

But then, about a year or so after we’d started dating, something changed in Eddie. It was almost like he’d read my most private thoughts. Like how whenever we fucked I’d imagine his face on the body of a fantastically muscled man, and then afterwards I’d dream of Muscle Man Eddie dominating me and fucking me over and over, keeping me in check with his godly body.

All of a sudden, my cute twinkish Eddie began spending more and more time at the local gym. First 2 hour 2 days a week, than 2 hours for days. Eventually I learned he’d quit his job (he came from a substantial sum of money so he didn’t really have to work, but he’d always loved what he’d done!) so he could spend as much as 5 hours a day, 6 days a week at the local gym. And oh my fucking god, did I ever notice the results.

Almost overnight, Eddie grew from a cute 120 pound twink, to a 275 pound alpha jock. It was almost like his body was made for the rapid growth of muscle, and boy did it ever grow! Funny thing was, every day, after his workout, he’d come home and block the door with his amazingly pumped body and leave me utterly breathless. Every day he’d ask me what I thought, and every day I would find myself at a complete loss for words, struck dumb by the ever growing mass of muscle in front of me.

Apparently though, while I knew my silence was due to complete splendor, Eddie always thought it was because he “wasn’t big enough” for me, the ludicrous buffoon! But after he’d ask (and I’d be just standing there gaping), he’d take my silence the wrong way. However, then he’d spend the rest of the afternoon, night, and often well into the next morning fucking me roughly to prove to himself that he was a big strong man (I know it wrong of me, but oh my god did I love how dominate he’d become! How he’d suddenly become the kind of man who’d force me to my knees and make me gag on his, quite substantial, cock).

It’s been almost ten years now, and still my beloved Eddie keeps growing. I assure you, if he lost all his muscles tomorrow I’d still love him as I do now. But at this moment, I can already hear his thundering steps up the driveway and I’m all ready to submit to Eddie, my monstrous muscled love.

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I'd been discretely ogling the one on the right behind my sunglasses for a good 20 minutes before the one on the left came up to him and they immediately began making out. Amazingly, no one else seemed to be interested in the display of raw sexiness, because no one else seemed to give a damn when hottie number #1 slid his hand down the back of hottie #2's speedo and stuck at least two fingers in his ass. At least, no one but me, cause when I saw that it took all of my will power not to just start jacking off right there.

Then hottie #2 whispered something in the ear of hottie #1 and they both turned to look at me. My heart was in my throat as they both walked over to me, with #1's fingers still lodged inside #2.

"Hey, we saw you checking us out." Smirked #1. "We're on our honeymoon, but our boyfriend couldn't come with. You wanna join instead?"

I don't think I've ever said yes so many times in my life as I did with them.

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Island Getaway

I met Shanon on my first day on the island. He was the one who showed me to my room. The first thing I noticed about him was his giant muscles bulging through his tight hotel uniform. He took both my large suitcases in each hand and effortlessly carried them up the stairs. I was so mesmerized by the sight of his large muscles moving and flexing that I almost missed him asking if there was anything else he could do for me. When I didn’t reply, he got this smile on his face and gently led me to the bed where he used his beautiful muscles and his huge cock to fuck me for hours on end.

The next morning, after Shanon fucked me awake, I decided to hail a cab and take in the island. When the car pulled up, I saw it was driven by Franklin, another stunning islander. While shorter than Shanon, he was much more defined, with each of his impressive muscles on display, especially because he had elected to drive without a shirt. He told me he would be glad to show me the island, but I’d have to sit up front next to him. Once again, I was completely awe struck watching him that I barely registered he was talking as we drove. Eventually, he looked at me and got the same small smile Shanon had, before reaching out and taking my hand from my lap and putting it in his, running my hand along what felt like a Pringles can in his shorts!

Franklin drove me to a hilltop where I could look out over the island, and while I looked, he stripped us both naked and hoisted me into the air before fucking me with his super cock. I’m sure our screams and moans could be heard over the whole island. It was well after sunset when he seamed to tire, and gingerly redressed me and took me back to the hotel.

I slept until afternoon the next day, and with my few remaining daylight hours, I decided to hit the beach. Boy am I glad I did, because no sooner had I gotten down to the water did I hear someone calling my name. I turned to see Shanon and Franklin waving at me, almost naked except for their skimpy bathing suits.

“We were worried you weren’t going to show, we want you to meet our brother David.” Shanon said after checking my tonsils with his tongue. “He owns the hotel.” I turned to see Franklin leading someone over and my heart stopped.

David wasn’t quite as muscular as Shanon, and the bulge in his suit wasn’t quite as big as Franklins, but he was breathtakingly beautiful with a dazzling smile and a nicely groomed tuft of facial hair. This time, we were both speechless and I knew, from the moment our mouths met, that we would never part.

I missed my flight home a few days later, but that was ok. By then, David and I were already happily living at the hotel, planning the wedding. Once I spent my nights trading stocks, but now I spent my nights being happily plowed by each of the three brothers, before falling asleep in Davids strong arms, my perfect island man.

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When Roy first transferred to his new high school, it was nearly winter break so he wore lots of baggy clothes and heavy coats. But as winter warmed to spring and spring to summer, he started shedding layers and becoming more and more popular.

He found himself being propositioned by lots of girls (and plenty of guys) at school, and he slept with all of them (he was horny and 16, when someone takes off their underwear in front of you, you don't question it). But he quickly found himself missing his friends in the computer lab. Sure they were geeks, but they were the only ones who were nice to him before he started loosing clothes.

Plus, that Armand kid from New Delhi was really, REALLY cute. Roy often wondered if Armand would be interested in going out with him, but even as Roy became well known for his sexual escapades around school (and several neighboring high schools and community colleges), for some reason just talking to the 5'4" lanky Indian cutie got him all tongue tied.

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"We got these boxes from some old dude on the beach man. Each had a different word on them. I got gold." Dwayne said as took off his Gold's Gym muscle shirt and flexed his new biceps.

"I got frankincense." Ryan grinned. His new body wasn't as big as Dwayne's, but even in the dark, his skin seemed to glow with a permanent golden tan. I dimly remembered that frankincense was used commonly in massage and tanning oils.

"And I got myrrh." Kennith smirked and motioned to his massive bulge that seemed like it was about to rip out of his jeans any second.

"I don't get it."

"Because," he palmed his crotch. "That's what "more" is gonna sound like when your mouth is full of this monster."

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My boyfriend got these huge new muscles for Christmas, and loves playing around with them in public.

I love his new muscles, and I REALLY love his other present. But that one only comes out in private. Or in the family bathroom here if he keeps this up.

Joey Swoll (@joeyswoll)

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My brother brought home his roommate for Christmas. That is, that was their story until I caught them in the rec room making out against the pool table.

My brother asked me what I wanted to keep quiet. I simply shucked my pants, hopped up on the pool table, and spread my legs. They looked confused for a second, before they both broke into these huge smiles.