I’m the only out guy in my dorm building, and I’m roomed with 2 of the guys on the football team… They keep ragging on me for not knowing sports and want me to come to their games and be a “motivator” for their pregame talks in the locker room… Whatever that means.
Summer is just on the horizon and Bubble Boys are coming out in droves… I haven’t looked into it too much, so I don’t really know how infected people change, and if I’m being honest, I’m a little afraid that I will be infected.
So you’re the Pink Fairy? Well if you are, I’ve seen a group of these 3 lean guys, 2 caucasian and 1 tan, and about 18, 19 or 20 y/o. Well, I was wondering if you could work your magic and make then lust for me ;D. 1st one has blonde hair and blue eyes, white, 2nd has brown hair and delicious brown eyes, white, and the 3rd is the same as the 2nd except for the tan.
Entered into for convenience, the marriage had grown into one of true love and devotion that had lasted 60 years. But Daniel Harrigan’s wife was gone now and little connected him to this life. His career in academic folklore had wound up. His family had grown away from him since his wife’s passing. He wondered now if it was too late to finally feel the forbidden touch.
These were the thoughts Daniel sought escape from in his study when, on his desk, he found a book with a plain cover he had no recollection of. Confused, he opened it at random and came across a painting. Appearing to be late medieval to early renaissance, it depicted a hall filled with people…not just people, men, some hairy, some with flat noses, with robes and with pointed teeth, doing all manner of things with and to each other.
And two sat above it all. One was dressed in purple and as Daniel studied the details of his face and muscles he felt his back creak. He had involuntary arched his ass out. The other man was young and dressed in a pink Daniel thought impossibly vibrant for the painting’s era. When Daniel saw the young man’s smile he felt his heart laid bare.
Daniel glanced at the title: “The Étrad Sídhthe Hold Court.” He read on.
I was getting my bulk on with my girl at the gym last night, but as we left, some dude stopped me, mentioned what I was wearing, and said “fuckboys should fuck boys…” We laughed it off, but when I woke up today, I felt sorta funny, and my girl doesn’t seem to be around anywhere…
Jonathan and Kohaku are members of Greco-Roman wrestling teams competing at the Olympics when the entire contingent of competitors is abducted by aliens. In the face of a common adversary experimenting on them, the group forms a new hierarchical social construct akin to a tribe.
As time passes, they notice subtle changes in their bodies. Finally, communication with their captors is established, and the men learn the aliens intended to release them as the dominant lifeform on a planet they’ve been terraforming.
The changes to their bodies were to prepare them for their new environment, and to enable them to reproduce. The aliens had mistakenly interpreted the Olympics as a grand mating ritual, and only during space travel realized they had gathered only one gender.
Having always had dreams of becoming a body-builder despite his skinny body, Joe takes a bit too much of a shine to a new and experimental drug that his friend Lucas has been working on. Against his better judgment, he decides to sneak a dose of the drug and realizes that the physical changes come with significant psychological ones.
There’s this new super hot guy at work, and I’ve been popping boners all week! I went online to find something to do about it and this company popped up, selling some high tech cup that’s supposed to keep things chill down there. I got one and put it on, but now it’s saying something about a passcode and ‘not wanting to take it off?’
I’ve made a terrible mistake. A fitness magazine is doing “be the next face of” and I signed up!
They want me to come in for a photo shoot. I am not ready, what am I going to do?
Most of the time, the transformations applied to the multitudes of young men take their sexual orientation from straight to gay—taking something that’s already there and twisting it into something different but similar. But what about the men who don’t have that little something? Men who are sex-repulsed aces (or sex-positive aces, no judgement), or are demi-sexual and searching for the right person to become attracted to?
If it’s not possible for us to generate sexual attraction without emotional attachment, or generate sexual attraction at all, what happens to us then? Are we just passed over, or do we at least get the chance to love and be loved even without the promise of sex?