After a wild night with his boyfriend, Chris has to take a step back to process everything that’s gone down so far. He has no idea what kind of shit he’s gotten into, but he’s not about to let that stop him. Jason is the most important person in the world to him, and he needs to get to the bottom of what happened at Camp Wild Rush.
Inspired by this request: [request link]
Gray is dissatisfied with his body. Luckily, a stranger in the steam room gives him a helping hand… for a price.
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?
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.
I know that this is a strange request, but I’ve been scared, recently. I’ve been able to live most of my life, thankfully, as my authentic gay self but lately, in my circle, a couple of people have just up and disappeared. The last thing anyone hears about from them is that they’ve gone straight.
I… I think there might be some… thing going around and doing this. On the one hand, I’m scared someone’s going to try and make me less than myself and that makes me want to be protected. On the other, I just wish I was stronger so I could fight this to help my friends and my people… Is there anything I can do?
ADVISORY: This story isn’t meant for a quick wank. If that’s what you need, then maybe it would be better if you read one of my other stories. This story touches on homophobia and uses language that might trigger more delicate sensibilities.
If, however, you’re up for a little bit of drama with erotic payoff at the end, then feel free to read this tale.
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.
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.