O dear Purple Fairy, I beseech thee to hear my plea.
Okay, I can’t keep that up the whole time. My friend just turned eighteen, and he is really bummed that puberty only ended him at about five and a half feet.
He is one of the smallest guys in town. On top of that, people keep calling him ugly. I don’t think he is that bad myself, but he is kind of plain. Brown hairs, brown eyes, a large nose and big lips that would make you think he was bottom.
I see the pain on his face more often than not, and wanted to help him. Of course I don’t think he wants to wait twenty years for me to try to become a pharmacist and create a drug. So I have come to you to see if you could help him.
Please grow him, make him a dom and a prime example of your work. Give him a body even male models would be jealous of. I don’t care what happens to me, make me his bitch, another dom to be his bro. I don’t care. Just please help my friend.
Andrew’s not so sure he should be doing this, but that pretty pink hole just looks too tasty to ignore.
Hey Pink Fairy,
Why are straight guys so weird?
I was getting dressed after a great workout, when this really jacked dude I’ve seen around the gym walked up to the locker next to mine. Since we were standing right next to each other it seemed appropriate to make some small talk. So I said that I’d seen him around and it looked like he was hitting the weights pretty hard and that I was really impressed with his physique.
It was intended it purely as a compliment, but he got all weirded out like I was hitting on him or something. He says something about “no thanks…I don’t swing that way.” or something and stalked off after slamming his locker.
It was so embarrassing. And frustrating! I mean, ok, I guess he could tell I was gay. But just because a gay dude compliments you it doesn’t mean they’re trying to get in your pants!
I wish he could learn to loosen up a bit. I mean, the guy has a body of a fitness model. Why not be happy when someone appreciates it?
Manny’s always loved the new year, but this time he’s got a partner to make it extra special. Little does he know that Neal’s idea of special might be a little different to what he has in mind.
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.
Lloyd is an old wolf who’s given up hope on love, but a chance encounter in the woods proves that his heart isn’t as lost as he thinks it is.
It’s your first night off in a while when you run into an enchanting stranger who ends up changing your life for good.
Mitch is Harry’s cousin from Kentucky, and he’s just in time for election season. The only problem is, he seems a little confused about Canada’s political color scheme.
Dean has had it with being treated like a lesser person by his big roommate Samson who seems to think that the world revolves around strong men. He decides to entreat his godfather to help him teach the big guy a lesson.
The good reverend Mikael Cain is not at all as “good” as his title implies. The head of a mega-church and the associated media empire, he revels in the abuse of the power he holds over his vulnerable flock.
Despite being middle-aged, Mikael maintains a healthy body subsidized by the offerings of his congregation. Despite posturing himself as a spiritual guide for his community, young men who are confused by their sexuality, looking for advice, are never safe around them as he’s more than willing to use their insecurities against them.
Unfortunately for Mikael, the newest target for his twisted schemes might prove to be more than he can handle.