Grant
sighed dejectedly as the close rumble of aeroplanes leaving their
respective terminals sounded from outside. The airport was busy and
he had been waiting at his gate to board for the past 20 minutes.
Long haul flights sucked and this particular one, being over 16 hours
with one stop in between would be torturous for Grant, who hated
flying even short distances. Crowds of people rushed to and fro, some
hurrying for flights and others casually finding their way. The
terminal was large and sh

Grant
sighed dejectedly as the close rumble of aeroplanes leaving their
respective terminals sounded from outside. The airport was busy and
he had been waiting at his gate to board for the past 20 minutes.
Long haul flights sucked and this particular one, being over 16 hours
with one stop in between would be torturous for Grant, who hated
flying even short distances. Crowds of people rushed to and fro, some
hurrying for flights and others casually finding their way. The
terminal was large and sh

Red bricked walls, the steady sound
of a clock ticking and a multitude of coughs and splutters filled the
waiting room of the London doctor’s office. The distant ringing of
a phone in the reception was answered by a young female, who spoke in
the quiet tones of one wanting to keep the stillness consistent. The
small waiting room was lined with 8 rows of chairs, magazines lined
the back wall but provided dull reading material, being filled with
gardening, home and lifestyle publications. It was

“Burp.”
Jack paused by
the ajar door of his commanding officer’s office, blinking at the
unusual loud sound. It was unmistakable as a burp, but it was of
unusual size. He wondered if . . . no, it couldn’t be. Rumours had
been going about the barracks about what the Lieutenant got up to
with cadets.
Jack dared to
lean close to the door, peaking his eye around the corner. The
normally spotless office was a mess, with articles of clothing
scattered across the furniture. A sock had knocked

Dan watched his best friend put his tray down across the lunch table from him. He was barely paying attention, staring at off into the distance annoyed at himself. He’d forgotten his lunch again, and had skipped breakfast that morning to get to his Literature class on time. The professor was a stickler for attendance and he needed the grade.


He slowly realised Jon had an unusual looking sausage in the hot dog bun on his tray, drizzled with some sort of

The university swim team lockers smelt of sweat, chlorine and cleaning chemicals. The dozen members of the team were presently undressing to wash the chlorine from their skin. Practice had gone just about as well as expected; coach had been frustrated no one was improving, and their spirits were down.


Walter (Claws to his teammates, a nickname he’d had since primary school thanks to once ripping a teacher’s shirt) shrugged his speedo down, his co

“Sir, do you know about the benefits of castration?”

I slowly paused mid stride, and glanced towards the little booth in the middle of the mall aisle. The salesman smiled, and gestured towards a large silver box on the table next to him. “Sir, would you like a free castration? We’re offering a special today.”

Awkwardly, I took a step away.

“Are you trying to bulk up, Sir? I notice you

The kitchen was already buzzing when I got there. I grabbed my apron off the hook by the door, pulling it on as I crossed the flagstone floor and fell into the familiar rhythm. I’d worked in the palace kitchens for a year now, and it always felt relaxing to fall into the smooth, efficient operation.

“What’s the agenda today boss?” I stopped besides the head chef, a huge man man that all the staff called Freddy. I didn’t know what his real na

Xander’s roommate hadn’t shut up all week about the new
Dicking Lube
and
Dicking Mints.
Everyone had heard of Cocking and Tightening now. Even Boobing. The last one sounded stupid to Xander. But the new Dicking thing was apparently taking off.

Jake wasn’t subtle about the fact he wanted to Dick Xander. He dropped his gym bag by the end of his bed and picked up the Dicking brochure that

The man had a long, curved shaft with a purple, swollen head. His balls hung low, and were shiny and smooth - freshly shaved. He proudly showed them off as he swaggered across the restaurant. His body was hewn to perfection, every muscle picked up, no fat on his frame. His chest, and head too, were shaved and shined with oil.

He smelt of spices when he stepped up to my table. I licked my lips, looking up past his thick abdomen to his well proportioned pectorals. He had a

I slurped in through the front door, like a good law abiding citizen. I wasn’t here to commit trespassing felonies. Despite that, the young stud on the front register objected.

“Excuse me. Sir?” He stood up from his seat, and peered over the counter at my amorphous, lime green shape on the floor.

Sighing mentally, I paused and slowly formed a pair of eyes and a mouth. I didn’t really need either, but I found it made humans

Someone had brought a Pussy Wand to the locker room. Jesse realized that when he dragged himself off the field, tired and sweaty. Coach had been in a bad temper and he’d done three more laps than usual. He just wanted to shower, go home and sleep.

Someone turned out to be Tristan Gonalez, who was showing it off in the middle of the room. His shirt off, sweat still streaking long black hair. Loud voices filled the room as the team jostled each other teasingly.

“Nice one dude.”



That was Wyatt, Clay’s older brother and a college freshman, after Clay managed to knock his fighter off the screen in their game. He was spread out over one of the two hotel beds, only wearing the pair of sweatpants he had slept in. Clay was always jealous of his confidence. Clay, still in high school, had slept fully clothed, not liking to even take his shirt off in front of others. Currently, he was

    

Sean set the bar back on the weight rack with a heavy sigh. It had been a good workout day. He knew most people in the campus gym, it was always a pretty tight-knit group, and closer than ever these days. Quite a few of his bros clapped him on the back or ass on his way to the locker room, complimenting him on his set. Sean was a marathon runner, so he wasn’t as big as some of the other regulars, but he held the record for most reps

Preyhub

– A

Vore

World Story

(Male/Male, FS, O, Willing)





Felix sat in his overstuffed armchair watching the clock click away on the wall. It had been almost an hour since he called the food delivery service, he was wondering what was taking them so long. Felix was starving