Lingering Magic

Lingering Magic

It was the night of Halloween and Alan was getting ready for a party. His bro Rick had invited him over to his house, where he was having costume party for all the college’s athlete’s, swimmers, wrestlers, footballers and the like. But probably best of all was that Rick had also invited their cheerleading squad as well as the teams from two other campuses, meaning there’d be an abundance of pussies to plow. Just thinking about it, Alan could feel his sizable tool getting hard. He’d show these cheerleaders why he was called “The Piledriver”.

Rick hadn’t been very specific as to what the costumes should be like, just shrugging and saying they should wear whatever they wanted. Though when Alan had asked him if he was kidding, Rick just smirked and said he had planned “a special surprise” for the party. Knowing Rick Alan thought that meant his bro would probably turn up in some awkward fairy outfit or something. Rick was always pulling pranks like that. For example he turned up as a flamenco dancer, red dress, high heels and everything. Miraculously he still went home with the captain of the cheer squad and Sarah didn’t even look that drunk.

Alan chuckled as he thought of that. Rick was really the master of pick-up lines. But this year Alan would steal the show. His costume consisted of a loincloth with leopard print, a necklace with fake animal teeth and a hollow mace filled to the brim with condoms. His caveman costume left all of his hard earned muscles on display, really showing off why he deserved to be the captain of the wrestling team. He wasn’t as stocky as most of his teammates, but rather on the cut side. Though he was just as big as the rest of the team, if not bigger.

Finally after having styled his mop of brown hair to look especially wild and unruly and making sure his loincloth accentuated the size of his dick enough he was on his way to the house next door. Luckily he wouldn’t have to walk far to get to the party, or get back to his room with a girl later. On his way out he looked into his little brother’s room. While Alan was a total jock, who had been blessed by puberty, it had pretty much passed by his brother. Matty was nerdy and the only real change puberty had given him was a growth spurt of about half a foot, making him a little over 5′8 and thin as a stick.

The little guy was facing his computer, probably writing another superman fan fiction or wanking off to some weird Hentai. Alan just sighed, but his fists clenched. He really didn’t want to be angry, but every time he saw Matty, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the nerd that was his brother. Luckily only a few of his best friends knew of their kinship and even those were too much. “I’m off to Rick’s party. Don’t do anything weird, I’ll be back later.”, Alan said plainly and left the room, not even waiting for Matty’s response.

He knocked at the door of his best bro’s house and was surprised by Rick’s costume. The almost equally big guy was dressed in a rather cheap looking lion onesie and was smiling like a madman. The costume was loose fitting and didn’t show anything of his strong body. “What the fuck are you wearing, bro. You look like a weirdo.”, Alan said and gave his bro a friendly punch to the chest. “Well I wanted to feel like a real animal for once.”, came the chuckled reply from Rick. Alan just rolled his eyes and stepped inside.

Immediately he jumped back. Right in the middle of the hall, on a little table at the bottom of the stairs sat a weird  Jack O'Lantern. The pumpkin had a wide, toothless smile and wide eyes, but the creepy thing about were the signs that covered the rest of the orange globe, kinda like runes and satanic symbols Alan had seen when looking for material on a presentation. Also it had a big black candle on top, which seemed to absorb the light from around it.

“Told you I had a surprise planned for tonight.”, Rick said and patted his bigger friend’s shoulder, “It is imbued with magic and ass long as the candle burns everyone will be transformed into their costumes.” Alan just rolled his eyes. Rick was into such stuff from time to time, but Alan never took him seriously. “Yeah whatever dude.”, Alan said and shrugged his wide shoulders and grabbed a beer from a nearby cooling box. “To a legendary evening.”, he said and downed the beer in one go.

Within the next hour the guests came, every single one freaked out by the jack O'Lantern. There were so many different costumes. The wrestlers came as cavemen, similar to Alan, and gladiators, the football team seemed to have made a pact and all came as toddlers in oversized diapers, leaving their impressive impressive torsos on display. The cheerleader had come as nurses, cops and the like, of course everything in the slutty version to attract a strong athlete and fuck them good. Finally when everyone was there Rick lit the black candle and that’s where Alan’s memories stopped.

He awoke the next morning with a massive headache, just some pictures left of the last evening. He barely remembered the band of toddlers that had been crawling around the house or how he had smashed his wooden club on the head of a mustached cop, that had been flirting with a busty hippy girl. He walked into the kitchen downstairs and grabbed to grab a mineral water but as soon as he entered the room his jaw hit the ground. 

There at the kitchen table sat an impossibly big man in a tight superman suit. Even though he was sitting Alan guessed the man had to be at least 6′6 and over 270 pounds of pure muscle, which was barely concealed by the tight textile he was wearing. “Who the hell are you?”, asked Alan the stranger. “Are you kiddin’, bro?”, said the stranger in an incredibly deep voice, “It’s me Matt.”

Alan was sure he would have fainted had he not grabbed a wall. This giant of a man was supposed to be his nerdy little brother? He couldn’t believe that, yet the face of the man looked familiar, like someone had sent Matty’s face through a kind puberty twice. He had the same light blue eyes, though they now had a piercing look and the same nose, though it was now accentuated by the angular form of his lantern jaw.

Matt stood up from the table and Alan gulped. Standing he was even more imposing than sitting, though that was hardly possible. Calmly the big guy walked over to his older brother. Only then Alan noticed that the costumed man wasn’t walking, he was floating over. “You can fly?”, asked the dumbstruck jock. “Yep. I have all the powers of Superman. Flight, super strength, super speed. I ran to France this morning and stemmed a truck over my head single handedly.”, Matt answered and thought back, ignoring the fact that his brother had just fainted and fallen onto the floor.

Some time later when Alan reawoke he found a letter next to his head. “Hello Alan, I hope you’re feeling better. I carried you to your bed, when you fainted. Currently in Europe to do some sightseeing. Will be back tomorrow. Matt.” This had to have something to do with that weird stuff Rick was talking about the last night, so Alan decided to pay his bro a visit. After some debate and threats Rick admitted that he had found that spell online and it had actually worked last night and transformed everyone into their costumes.

However the spell seemed to have reacted with Matty’s Superman pajama and have made him into a superhero, like his idol. However he couldn’t explain why it was still active despite the candle having burned down. A quick visit of the magic website confirmed Rick’s worries. Since Matty had only been 16 at the moment of the casting, his transformation was permanent. 

And as if that wouldn’t have been bad enough, Alan had found a small white puddle of cum in the garden. It wasn’t difficult to find out the puddle was cum and that it had come through the hole in the roof. So not only was Alan now stuck with a musclebound superhero as a younger brother, the superpowered teenager was also dealing with an increased libido right. And if the costume hadn’t been stuffed than Alan would have to get used to a little brother with an immense tool too. That sure as hell was scary enough for this years Halloween.

I hope you all had a nice Christmas with your family. Merry Christmas from me :)

A Wish to Santa

There once was a woman called Sarah Dawson. She and her husband David were very happy together, living in a small house with their five sons. They didn’t have much money, with David working as a janitor and Sarah cleaning bathrooms for the people on the better half of town. They normally were okay even though they lived from pay check to pay check, but Christmas was always hard for them. At a young age all of their sons had accepted that because of their low pay Sarah and David couldn’t afford any big presents, but the woman still hated seeing her sons so frustrated.

It was the 24th and the couple was out searching for a tree. They had wanted to get one earlier, but they always had to work so much it was quickly forgotten. So they found himself there on this small yard, looking at the last remaining trees, all far from perfect but at least cheap. Sarah wandered around the area, she always left the choice of tree to her husband just being there to help transport it, when she found an odd machine. It looked like one of these old ones on fairs,  with a mechanical fortune teller inside. This machine though was a little different from those. Instead of a fortune teller the mechanical figure inside was a pretty realistic looking Santa Clause. Beneath the glass window showing the mechanical man was written “State your Christmas wish and throw in 25 cents”.

Sarah just chuckled. Money was tight again after they had decided to get all of their sons something for Christmas and she had nothing to waste on a silly machine like that, but she pulled out a quarter and threw it into the machine while muttering “I wish we had a better life.” She waited for the obligatory card to come out of the machine, but instead she felt a sense of vertigo hit her. When she closed her eyes to make it go away she felt the world around her shift and opened them again.

Gone was the mechanical Santa and the machine, gone was the back yard full of trees, replaced by a wide area full of beautifully grown ones, all looking taller and nicer than Sarah and David could ever hope to afford. And then her eyes fell on the massive man standing before her. He was balancing a tree that looked close to 8 feet in height on one of his mighty biceps, while throwing her a gleaming smile and flexing his free arm to make his impressive muscle look like something he’d need a weapon’s license for. He was only dressed in a white tank top and some loose fitting shorts that left his massive thighs room to breath as well as a hat draped over his handsome face. The tanktop hinted a massive pair of chest muscles and immensely wide shoulders, gained from years of working out.

The man bounced the tree a bit to gain a better grip on it and steadied his size 20 feet. Then he looked Sarah in the eyes with his own deep brown ones and said in a knee-shaking rumbling bass voice “So, baby, I got the tree. I think we can go home now.” For a second Sarah was unsure if the hunk was really talking to her, but then a realization hit her. The 6′6 man before her looked just like her husband David. That is if you transplanted David’s head on the body of a professional bodybuilder and hyper-masculinisated it in the progress. Even his voice sounded similar to David’s, only 2 octaves deeper. Then a wave of dizziness hit Sarah and new memories flooded her head, making the old ones seem like a dream. 

Immediately Sarah smiled even wider than the man and ran into him, wrapping her slender arms around his massive torso and nuzzling into his pec cleavage. Her husband tried hugging back, but the tree he was carrying began losing balance and so he just caressed her hair until she stopped hugging him and said “The tree is perfect, David, just like you.” She then tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, making the man blush a little. The two of them walked back towards the parking lot, Sarah walking a bit behind her husband, since she only had a fuzzy memory on where it was. After a short walk they reached the parking lot and she started looking for their crappy old Camero, when David pulled a key out of his pocket and made the Land Rover beside him beep. Sarah just shook her head, the memory of her old car vanishing and the new one settling in as David tied the tree to the car roof. 

On their way home they didn’t talk much. David was focused on driving and Sarah was simply entranced by her new husband. The way his pecs bounced when he breathed or how his massive biceps twitched when he turned the steering wheel. Or the massive farm animal sized fuck meat that made a sizable bulge between his monstrous thighs. She was so entranced by his muscles that she didn’t even notice the neighborhood they were driving through wasn’t on their usual way home, it was nicer than even the one she used to clean bathrooms in. Finally they stopped in front of a massive mansion.

Sarah grabbed her forehead as a sudden headache hit her. She remembered living in a small dirty apartment in the worst part of the town, but this mansion quickly replaced this memory. They had been living here ever since David had made his first million with his line of gyms. He was an amazing advertising character on one side, but an amazing entrepreneur too, managing the huge number of gyms with ease. Of course Sarah helped her husband whereever she could, but he rarely needed her help.

David once again carried the tree with a single arm and as soon as they entered the giant foyer, he boomed “Yo, boys, come down and help me with the tree” As if they had been waiting for it, a storm of heavy footfalls could be heard from upstairs and 5 massive hunks came thundering down the stairs. As they lined up before Sarah, ready to help David, she recognized them. These hunks, ranging in age from 23 to 27, were her sons. Her not so little bundles of joy were like their father, tall ripped and from their own sizable bulges hung like bulls. They had decided to all wear matching outfits, just consisting of red socks, a silky red Santa head and matching shorts.

Through these shorts Sarah could see that her sons weren’t soft right now, probably they had hastily pulled out of some poor girl they had been jackhammering their enormous tools into. She’d have to check if the boys had cleaned up afterwards later, but for now she was happy her sons were so quick to listen to their father’s orders. 

It didn’t take long wit the combined efforts of the six musclemen to erect the Christmas tree and thanks to Sarah’s excellent taste soon later the tree was even nicely decorated and glittered with silver and blue baubles, a lot of lights and a bright big star on top. All of a sudden David pulled an envelope out of his loose fitting workout shorts and gave it to his wife. “The man who sold us the tree gave it to me and told me it’s for you.”, he explained and curiously Sarah opened it. In the bright red envelope was just a picture of her and her hunky husband David in front of the huge mansion with their 5 fitness model sons. She turned the picture around and on the backside was only one word: “Granted.”

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Insecurities

Danny really loved his boyfriend Brandon, but the guy wasn’t exactly the most manly fella. Even though his boyfriend tried putting on a tough guy act and play the top for exclusive bottom Danny, the twink could see through it all down to the deep insecurities of his man. Admittedly being below average in height and size didn’t really give his confidence a boost and the mere 4 inches of cock and the fact that he had been born into a family of otherwise big and burly guys didn’t help either, but Brandon always tried his best to not show how much it bothered him being so small.

This afternoon was especially frustrating for the small guy. His uncle, a police officer with a thick barreled out chest, had forced Brandon to hang out with his cousins, a pair of identical twins, who looked like someone had copied the picture book definition of Viking and modeled two really massive men out of it. At the age of 21 Ben and Sven were far bigger than Brandon and made sure the little guy did not forget it, always making remarks on how awesome it was being co-captains of the football team or how many cheerleaders they could bed in one night. 

It was especially hard for Brandon since Danny, who had decided to come over too and help his boyfriend be a bit more relaxed, knew that Brandon was neither really good at holding his load nor at shooting multiple times. And so the twink found himself listening to Ben and Sven bragging about how much of a beast each of them was, while his boyfriend tried holding up his fake smile, when suddenly his phone beeped. It was some cheesy looking advertisement from a weirdly named company and so he ignored it for the moment.

Some minuted later, Brandon and his cousins had moved to Danny’s room, while Danny had just settled for some TV and games on his phone. He could hear the three guys arguing, Brandon’s tenor in stark contrast to his cousins’ deep baritones. Then he heard a loud “Fuck off” from Ben and Sven and suddenly his boyfriend came thundering down the stairs. Not that he made much noise, even with all the force he had thrown behind his steps there was not exactly much mass. Before Danny could even ask what had happened, Brandon rushed past him towards the bathroom. Danny knew better than rushing after his boyfriend when he was in this kind of mood, so he turned back to his phone.

The strange ad had popped up again. This time Danny gave it a closer look. It was pretty flashy and even on second look it looked incredibly cheesy. It was from some company called Chronivac Industries and the text was “Got something you’d like to change? Visit our website and do it.” followed by a  link, that Danny clicked after some hesitation. It led to a pretty bland website, which contained only a field that read “Type what you’d like to change.” Danny wasn’t sure what to type. He was pretty content with his life, he was pretty fit and had a nice body, a caring boyfriend and even a job he loved. But as he heard Brandon sob in the bathroom, a thought crossed his mind.

“Brandon is taller than his cousins.”, the twink texted and immediately the world seemed to shiver for a moment. He still heard the sobbing from the bathroom but then he looked at the picture standing next to the couch he was sitting on. It was a pic of Brandon and his parents after his high school graduation ceremony and it had changed a lot from before. Whereas before his dad had towered over Brandon, the still painfully skinny man stood head and shoulders above the burly older man. The Brandon in the pic looked to be around 6′8, but when the door opened and his real life self ducked through the door, Danny was sure the by now the guy had to be more like 7 feet in height. “You okay, babe?”, Danny asked, admiring the size 20 feet that had come with the body. Brandon just put up a brave smile and nodded, while moving back upstairs. Some moments later Danny heard the same yell as before from Ben and Sven and Brandon came down again, this time his steps far louder than before. He walked past Danny, his longer legs far faster than his old ones running and made some excuse about having to use the bathroom again.

Danny was heartbroken to see his boyfriend like that, even though he seemed to be unaware of his massive increase in height. The amazingly fishy advert seemed to have been a real thing. Danny was pretty amazed and immediately typed the next thing “Brandon has been working out longer and harder than his cousins and is bigger than them.” The sobbing promptly stopped, as Danny felt another shiver run through the world. He looked at the picture again. This time the impossibly tall teenager’s clothing looked practically painted on what looked like seriously heavy muscles, built from hundreds of hours in the gym. The door to the bathroom opened and the mountain of a man that stepped out of it did not only have to duck under the doorframe, but also turn sideways so his insanely wide shoulders didn’t hit the sides.

“Hey babe, everything alright?”, Danny asked. In a deep baritone the massive hunk replied “Yeah, just had to take a leak. Well then I’ll go up again, listening to the twins joking about my baby dick.” with a fake smile again. Danny grimaced and started typing again. “Brandon’s genitals are big even for his new body size.” The familiar shiver returned and Danny turned around to see his boyfriend. Immediately he had to make a remark. “Uhm, babe, maybe you wanna wear real pants. That underwear doesn’t really conceal your private zones.” Brandon just gave his twinky partner a cocky grin and replied: “Really What makes you think that?” Now it was the twink’s turn to roll his eyes. “Well maybe because I can see every vein running along the length of the baby arm you call dick and practically count the hairs on your bull nuts through the fabric.” Brandon just grinned and scratched his dense beard. “Okay, bae, but only because you’re the one asking.”

Danny felt the butterflies in his stomach flaying, like after their first date, but then a more malicious feeling spread. Revenge. He wanted to take revenge on the twins for ridiculing Brandon, though he wouldn’t do anything too harsh. “Ben and Sven are 3 years old.” Immediately after the shiver he heard the defiant whiny yells of two young boys and the deep baritone of his boyfriend telling them to go to bed. Moments later his boyfriend came sneaking down the stairs, even his sneaked steps making more noise than his old body, and sat down besides his boyfriend. “So the twins are in bed. Time for a nice evening with my boyfriend. Though my uncle come’s to pick up the twins in an hour. We might have to hurry up a little.” He underlined his last words with a palm of his overstuffed pants and a massive smile spread on Danny’s face.

Household Chores

Life has been very kind to me. I have a huge house with 8 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, an indoor pool and even an own tennis court on the excessive property. I have a nice job as a professor at the local college, a job which is well paid and allows me to research whatever I like, thanks to a little arrangement with my boss. I also have a loving wife, who is currently abroad. But the probably the 4 incredibly hot bodybuilders who do whatever I tell them.

It all started out a little weird. You see one day we got a new assistant at our lab, Leyla. She was pretty hot, but something about her just didn’t seem right. It was almost like she was too pretty, too smart and too friendly. Simply overall too perfect. Of course everyone immediately took a liking to her, but I was cautious and tried to keep my distance towards her. 

When she approached me some time later to ask why I avoided her, I told her she seemed suspicious and that I thought she hid something. I had wanted to lie, but when she looked me in the eyes, I couldn’t help but tell the truth. She just raised an eyebrow, chuckled and sighed “There’s always this one guy …”. I gave her a quizzical look to which she replied: “Come on, I’ll invite you to a coffee and explain things.” I wanted to make up some excuse to go home to my wife, but just nodded and followed after her.

When we had sat down it was like someone had opened a floodgate. She whispered to me about how she came from a long line of witches and had used her powers to let her appear prettier and more sympathetic than she was. Her intelligence was no trick though, she said, obviously proud of that fact. She also told me that one in a thousand people could see through her magic, me seemingly being one of them. She begged me to not tell anyone, cause her magic would be dispelled if I did and that she would do me a favor if I didn’t.

I didn’t have to think long about what I would do. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my wife from the bottom of my heart, but I always had a thing for bodybuilders. From the first time I saw them on TV I admired these big men and felt myself drawn to them. I had tried training up to this shape, but failed spectacularly. All these big guys in the gym just wrecked my concentration. Over the time my desires changed however. Instead of being a bodybuilder myself I wanted these guys around me.

As I told her this she just chuckled and nodded. Finally she did a few complicated looking hand motions, before diving her hand into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out and old looking golden ring. “I read your mind some time ago and knew what you wanted.”, she said and laughed, leaving me a bit embarrassed, that I had just expressed these thoughts in a public space. “Oh don’t blush, it’s fine. As for the handling of this little ring here, just point at any guy you want and say the following words: ‘Sed pellentesque ‘.”

“Come on, professor, try it out on that cute barista over there.”, she suggested. A little doubtful I put the ring on, pointed at the barista and said the words. Immediately he looked like a  bolt of lightning had struck him. Then he walked over to our table, without one of the other customers minding the suspicious behavior of the young man. “What can I do for you, master?”, the barista just asked in a slightly nervous tone, like he wasn’t sure he could do it. “He’ll really do anything you ask, trust me. And don’t mind the other people here, they won’t mind, thanks to the rings magic.”, Leyla said and winked at me, “Literally anything.” She stressed that last remark with a gesture that loosely resembled the silhouette of a bodybuilder.

With a feeling like cotton in my mouth I told the young man: “I want you to look like you have been bodybuilding for a couple of years.” Suddenly the young man let out a groan. His unimpressive body started to change and bulge, I could literally see the muscles growing under his clothes. Speaking of which, his plain white shirt simply disintegrated as powerful shoulders and arms that looked about as thick as his thighs. Of course he got plate sized hands and a nice pair of lats too, added to the humongous chest and strong midsection. Add in a nice muscular butt and a pair of legs that looked like redwoods cut out of marble and you can definitely say he did as I said.

The most amazing thing about the young guy’s transformation into a huge bodybuilder was however the fact, that nobody but me and Leyla had noticed it. Even when I told the former barista to suck me off in the middle of the cafe everybody else acted like it was the most normal thing in the world to see a college professor sucked off by a huge, near nude meathead. Afterwards I took him home, thinking he’d make for a good servant around the house. Justin as his name turned out to be, did really well, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, I had pretty much erased his former life after all.

As I told this to Leyla, she just told me that the feeling would eventually finished and she was right. When I saw how happy Justin was with following my commands, it felt like I had done the right thing. That was about a year ago and today Justin has been joined by other guys. 

The bald one you see in the picture above, Mike, was formerly an assistant in my lab, who had a really bad temperament and nearly punched me when I told him he wouldn’t accompany me to a business trip. Nick, the one with the beard on the right was a guy I Had met in the subway. He had fallen asleep and murmured something about wanting to be a bodybuilder, so I kind of granted his wish. The black guy is my former best friend James. He had gone through a really bad breakup, which had pretty much ended with his wife getting all his stuff and even the custody for their children. After a night of drinking too much he almost jumped from a bridge and I had to cast the ring’s magic on him.

He is the guy who has still a kind of free will, since I didn’t want him to be completely dependent on me. Because he is now also in charge of the other guys and like my second in command and gives orders to his colleagues when I’m not around. He even fucks them when they get too horny to wait or when I’m too tired.  You may wonder why I tell you all this, right? Well James said we could use a new pool boy so I invited you, my friend. I hope you like strutting around naked. Sed pellentesque.

While I could absolutely work my own magic on myself, I must admit, it's rather thrilling to put myself in someone else's capable hands every now and then. Life has been on and off stressful and occasionally depressing, so I was wondering if you could make a fun little world for me. Maybe one where everyone's dumb, 'straight acting' and just has a good time? Finding my husband to be a dumb, muscular asian dude wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Yeah I see why life can be pretty damn hard sometimes, especially for an almighty Djinn like yourself. Therefore I am more than happy that you chose me to be given the opportunity to create a little world for you. *Cracks knuckles* I really hope you’ll be pleased with the end result.

First I’ll make it so, that the world’s population will consist solely of men. Women only bring problems with their bitching, though that’s true for some men too. Don’t worry about reproduction. That’s a matter or the upper 1% on the intelligence spectrum, which you barely missed.

That gets us right to one of the main features of your new world. I made it so that even with average IQ in the old reality would be considered Nobel Prize winningly intelligent in the new one. The normal IQ here is set for about 95, so sorry but you’ll spend some time among idiots. It’s more about fucking, working out and similar stuff here. Also the magic kind of overdid in on your husband, so he’ll be even below average by this world’s standards. He may look intelligent with his glasses, but trust me, he can barely tie his shoes alone.

Well at least he has an incredible body now. Well incredible in our world. In the new world he just might pass of as an average track runner, though the real show lies inside his stretched out jockstraps. He will be so hung, even in this new reality he’ll be considered pretty well endowed. Sadly he won’t get to use it much. Why you ask? Well because you’re there. Whereas he’s more of runner type body wise, you have a classical wrestler build. Add in your herculean strength (No really, you’re strong enough to lift a truck with your bare hands. My magic ran a bit wild there, whoops.) and this behemoth is just a power bottom before you.

Also you’re a super model in the new world, I think for a guy a face this rugged and a body this hot, there’s no better job. Your trademark is the permanent stubble coating your lantern jaw and the sun tattoos around your nipples. Well of course a super model there would be described as pretty much a porn actor here. And your most frequent shooting partner is none other than your husband.

All the fucking taking place in the new world (Trust there’s a lot of that) is of course “not gay”, just bros helping out bros. And the marriage you’re in is basically just so he’s always around to help you out. There’s nothing gay about, after all it would be pretty cruel to have someone like you walk around blue balling all day, so it’s just a favor to make your day nicer. And in return you help him ease that itch in his ass, just to pay back the favor. So nothing gay, just having a good time.

Such a hot world and such a hard choice. I guess I'll enjoy my trip for some time, gotta give everyone a chance (or a dozen) after all.

I've gotten myself involved in a lot of stuff lately, which has shown to be almost a bit too much. Maybe you could help me relax a little and have less worries for a moment. Of course if you threw in a nice manly body and fat cock I wouldn't mind.

Well, it’s a bit of asurprise to see you here, but I can’t say I’m displeased. Someone like you, whospends so much of their time planning the perfect vacations for others certainlydoes deserve to have some time to unwind and relax for themselves. So just foryou I’m going to throw together an extra enjoyable would, with little to nodjinn trickery or twisting of words. What’s more, I’ll include an exit for you.If at any time you feel like you want to go back to your old life of stress andresponsibility just give me a literal shout and I’ll whisk you right on back toyour original life.So are you ready to see what I’ve prepared for you?

I hope the body is to your liking. I tried to sculpt something that was both dripping with masculinity yet soft and somewhat playful at the same time. I think I struck a nice balance if I do say so myself. You’ll notice that it’s summer outside I’m sure which isn’t so odd considering it was summer back in your own world…but thing is, no matter what time of the year it is, in this world its always summer break. Suns out guns out and all that. All you’ll ever have to worry about is which party you’ll be going to. Whether it be a raging kegger at a friend from college or a more relaxed affair like a clam bake on the beach, there’ll always be something for you to do to keep yourself entertained. The swim suit does a pretty good job of hiding bit, but I’ve made you pretty well endowed, I hope you don’t mind. A reasonable six inches when soft that swells up to a throbbing, veiny monster that clocks in at just over a foot. You certainty won’t be getting any complaints from the guys, that’s for sure.Everyone is popular with everyone and no one is really left out. Of course somebonds that are forged are stronger than others, but it’s a matter of everyonehaving a ton of good friends, and a few really great friends. I suppose you’llbe wanting to know some of yours in that case? Well let’s put you at the startof the day. Just after waking up around noon (no one wants to get up too early)you’ll find you already have three invites to hang out with your best friendsbefore the night’s round of parties kicks off.

Chet wants to know if you’ll go horseback riding with him on his family’s ranch. Even though he didn’t say in the text, you know he means naked horseback riding. With a packed picnic basket full of snacks and drinks the two of you would likely spend a few hours riding around his family’s expansive property before finding a place to lay down the blanket. Food, drinks, and of course slow, passionate sex. For such a rough and tumble country boy he really is a gentle and giving lover.  Your relationship with his is easy breasy and completely without complications. Just two guys who love being around each other in the buff, like real men should.

Dave wants you to spend the day with him downtown. Despite his innocent looking baby face you know the guy to be quite a cocky person. Not in a crude or unattractive way, he just always puts his best self forward and does his best to make sure the guy he’s with is having a good time. If you spend the day with him you know it’ll be a lot of shopping (all on his dime of course) and walking around the strip with his arm wrapped tight around your hip. You’ll be his guy for the day, and he’ll want everyone, including you, to have no doubts about that. Confident as he is, even making little jokes about how lucky you are to get to be so close to his body, when it comes time for sex, he’ll want you to take control of the situation and offer his ass up for your please.

Todd will want to take you down to the gym. After some intense cardio warm ups the two of you would hit the weight room floor to see who can lift the most. It’ll be a competition between the two of you, but a fun one at least. Once you’ve gone through all the lifts you know you’ll bicker a bit and come to a decision over just who won that days contest of manliness. Whoever lost will be on the bottom, and whoever won the top. Don’t worry though, you’ve got a pretty strong body and it’s all in good fun, so you’ll have a great time, win or lose, I promise. After that it would be time for the steam room or hot tubs, with a nice full body massage from the loser to the winner.Don’t feel like you have to pick just one though. The others will understand if you do something with one of the other guys. No harm no foul. They’ll keep asking you out to do things on future days, so you can experience one on one time with them at your own pace if that’s what you want.Well I hope I gave you enough variety for your vacation. Even though I included it as a feature, I hope I don’t hear from you too soon. I want you to have a nice, long, relaxing vacation. Sources