Hi, Pink Fairy. Can you help me out? I’m a big hulk of a guy: 6ft. 6in. of brawny, dominant-looking muscle.
Every time I go out in public, walking down the street, on the train, in a coffee shop, I get guys staring at me. Sometimes, they’re snapping pictures. It’s getting tiresome and boring. I just wish everyone else was huge and dominant-looking and I was the small guy for once. See if they like being stared at.
So… I had a fun weekend! Hours wasted being questioned in an interrogation room. Don’t know who they work for but it’s clear the pair of pious pricks are after every shred of information about a twink in pink and giant in purple. Tracking down anyone that might have crossed their path. Most, I guess are too stupid to use their brains for answers. The others send them packing. But they’re determined.
Hey, I’m just about to finish sixth form and I’ve always had a huge amount of pressure on me, especially with my final exams coming up, because I’m know for being a smart guy so everyone expects the best from me. I’m so tired of people assuming I’m smart and expecting me to do well in everything. I wish people would look at me differently. Could you help?
Jethro Mason, a thoroughbred city boy and fledgling journalist who’s looking to make a name for himself by following the instincts that have served him so well throughout much of his life is following a lead. His investigation takes him to an officially male-only community in rural Minnesota out by Lake Itasca.
He’s sure there’s something nefarious going on, and knows in his gut that Hierarch Industries is behind it. He’ll certainly find that things aren’t quite what they seem, but whether he cracks open the secrets of Project Ophiuchus is another matter entirely.
I have a problem and I think the Purple Fairy can help. I don’t really have sex with my boyfriend because he is really small down there and he’s way too nice. Could you make him hung like a horse and an extremely dominant top? I’m ready to pay the price, whatever it takes.
Corey gets bored in Marcus’ bedroom and looks for Castor just as Marcus suggested.
I found these pink panties in my room the other day and I felt compelled to put them on and ever since then my butt has been getting bigger and my head has been getting foggy what’s going on
Owen and Mark are hanging out at the mall. Mark is drawn to the displays of a new store, Build-a-Boy. They decide to go in. A clerk guides them through the various customization stations.
God, there’s this awful new guy at my work, some flamer they brought on for diversity or some shit. He’s always smacking on this bubblegum, and smells like cotton candy, wearing pink like some fairy. Last week he got all offended that I rolled my eyes and sighed when he walked past my office a bunch and said I’d be sorry. I guess it can’t be too bad. What’s he gonna do, steal my dick or some shit?
Hey Purple Fairy!
I met my husband in college when we were both pretty young and newly out. He was a hot little track star and I was an up and comer on the football team. But, we both loved the outdoors and after a few perfect weekends together it was evident to both of us that we belonged together. I loved his fresh, lean body and boyish charm.
I’ve always been a big guy: 6’3” and muscular from my years of lifting weights. Puberty hit me early and hard, making me well hung and nicely furry to boot. So when I met Tad it was fun exploring his tight, smooth body and cute little 5” dick.
Ten years later we are still in love, but I guess I had always expected that Tad would…I don’t know…mature a bit along the way. My buff college frame is still in great shape, but I’m a bit broader and my face has a few extra lines. But Tad is just as boyish and twinky as he was the day I met him.
I don’t want to change who Tad is, but part of me is slightly bored with being the only “manly” one in the relationship. Always lifting the heavy bags, always expected to do the manual chores…always being the top.