I haven’t had any complaints about what I’m packing. In fact everyone is impressed how big it is, even if is just a little too big for most.
I just want some assurance that it is one of the biggest out there. Can you make that happen?
Nico’s been a bad boy, putting work over Christmas cheer. Luckily, Daddy Klaus is paying close attention and is more than willing to correct this oversight.
Hey Pink Fairy,
I got assigned to share a suite with a couple of other guys at college this year. It is a pretty standard set up — we each have a small room for sleeping and studying with a common living area and bathroom to share.
The problem is my roommates, Brad and Zack. I just don’t mesh with them. I mean, I get it on some level. We don’t have a lot in common. They’re both jocks — tall, muscular, handsome, popular. And straight.
I’m fit, but kind of short and not terribly athletic. And I’m more of an intellectual. Me being gay hasn’t been too much of an issue for them, except…they’ve kind of made it clear that they don’t want me around much.
They treat our living area like their own private space so there is little space left for me or my stuff. They totally control the TV and gaming. And they even stop talking as soon as I enter the room, and sit there awkwardly until I finish what I’m doing and leave. I pretty quickly gave up any idea of hanging out with them, using the space, or…you know…having any kind of a relationship with either of them.
I have to be honest, they both make pretty nice eye candy. But I can’t even really enjoy that because I don’t want them to think I’m perving on them and give them even more of a reason to make things awkward around our place.
Truthfully, I’m getting kind of annoyed at the situation and being crammed in my little room all the time. I don’t need to crush on them, or be best friends with them or anything. I just wish they’d want to have me around more.
I sure could use your help.
Josh
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.
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 purchased a penile-enlargement drug on the internet… The side-effects have been surprising. After taking it for a week, my cock really did get bigger, but weird things started happening to me and around me…
I started fantasizing about men. I bought a thong and started wearing it. Some nights I wake up to find myself lying naked on the bed and there always seems to be some people wandering outside my door.
Nowadays I spend my time playing with myself and fantasizing about my getting fucked in the ass… It’s getting hard to concentrate on work. Can you tell me what’s happening to me?