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  1. “Go Vikings!!” Nowadays you could read that sentence all around the building, posters and banners plastering every meter of the hallways and even mostly of the exteriors. And what for? Only because the college’s football team, the Orsonville Vikings, were about to win the national championship. Sure that was impressive, but it’s not like all the other students were total losers. The best example for that was Lugh, the Vikings’ water boy. But of course that wasn’t his whole identity. Being the smart little ginger guy he was, he excelled in his chemistry classes. In fact Lugh was so smart that he had participated in the International Chemistry Championship and even scored among the top 3. But Orsonville’s college was completely focused on their football team, ignoring all other accomplishments from students who didn’t have the skill to participate in the sport. Not like anyone could hold up with the team members. Every single one of them looked like someone had distilled the team name into human form, resulting in a roster of insanely tall, muscular men with golden blond hair and thick beards. And as the team’s waterboy Lugh knew that the team had another trait running for them, a trait that usually entered the room far before them. And no, that didn’t mean the insanely big pecs they all owned, giving them trouble to see their clown feet without having to bend over. It instead referred to the impressive set of genitals they all had. Big bloated bull nuts and cocks that would make true Viking’s hammers look tiny by comparison. Lugh had just accepted it long ago. Having huge Viking looking guys in your school was just a side effect of living in Minnesota, where basically everyone looked like a Norse god made flesh. Everyone except Lugh. Even though his parents had named him after the Celtic warrior god of oaths, truth and law, he had always been tiny compared to his Viking classmates. He was just the stereotypical ginger twink you’d find everywhere. He had really hoped to break the spell when hitting puberty, maybe growing tall and brawny. But even though he had gone to the gym religiously and tried out a myriad of methods to fasten his growth, puberty had just passed him by, leaving Lugh with a short, skinny body. It was just unfair. Lugh had gone to the gym far more than anyone on the football team and while he hadn’t gained any muscle at all, the Vikings were just gaining mass like crazy, even though they were rarely seen seriously training at the gym. Deciding he needed a break from all the hype over the upcoming football game, the skinny ginger made his way towards the city’s public pool. he normally didn’t like showing off his unimpressive body, but since it was so early he figured that he’d be pretty much alone there. It was only a short way away from his flat and so barely 5 minutes after Lugh had left his thick chemistry books behind, he walked into the locker room of the pool, a sportsbag with his new blue swimming trunks strapped over his pigeon chest. But when he opened the door his hopes of some nice time at the pool died. The changing room was filled with team members of the Orsonville Vikings, most of them butt naked at this point and proudly strutting around so everyone could see their amazing bodies and insanely fat cocks. Some of the men had already squeezed their horsedicks into obscenely tight speedos, that did nothing to conceal their farm animal sized sets of genitals. Suddenly the thought of spending time at the pool didn’t seem so good anymore. Lugh didn’t want to have to look at these Norse gods show off their gods and make him look even paler than he already way in comparison. He didn’t want to feel even more inadequate than he already did. And he definitely didn’t want to pop a boner over these amazingly hot guys in public for everyone to see. Lugh had never told anyone, but he was gay and he especially had a thing for the brawny viking kind of guys, which made being around the team members incredibly difficult for him. He wanted to turn around and leave, but given how some of the team members had already seen and greeted him it would look pretty weird if he left now, so Lugh chose the corner of the room that was the furthest away from the team members and started changing. He cursed his genes sometimes. Lugh had the feeling that since he was ginger he could never grow nearly as big as these guys with their viking heritage. Frustrated Lugh just uttered: “I wish I wouldn’t feel so inadequate next to these fucking Vikings.” and all of a sudden the world shifted as this wish became reality. Not just for Lugh and the team, but for the whole world. ———————————————————————————————————– Lugh had to bend his knees as he heaved his python of a dick into his new swimming trunks. With his bull nuts already taking up a lot of the space in there this was already a difficult task when his cock was completely soft, but stuffing his hammer in there when the tool was hardening was pretty nigh impossible. He tried to concentrate on fluffy kittens and over stuff to stop the thing from going completely steelpipe and after some more struggle to get the trunks to sit right he was ready to step out into the open. Getting changed had been insanely difficult given that the Orsonville Vikings had been there too, the whole team of sexy vikings. It had taken Lugh all of his willpower to not pop a boner right the moment he had walked into the changing room full of twinks. It wasn’t rare for the college’s gymnastics team to go to the pool together, but Lugh had hoped he could evade them at this time. The massive ginger just had a thing for these little vikings, from their long blond locks to their lithe, small muscles. And of course there were the balloon asses that were at the center of the viking stereotype. It was kinda funny how the clichees about Norse looking guys were all true. They all had amazing bubble butts, that felt awesome on Lugh’s fat elephant dick, all had plump lips and basically bottomless throats, that were essentially made to give amazing blowjobs to bigger men (meaning everyone) and of course they all had the perfect twink looks, that drove Lugh crazy. Then again the massive ginger was one to talk about stereotypes, being one himself. Like all Celt guys he was as tall as a tree and built like a brick wall. And of course he had the fat shank of fuck meat that was slowly hardening down his right leg, threatening to rip the trunks to shreds. That was also why he had to buy a new pair like every time he went to the pool, there was always some sexy twink there that made his monster harden. As his horsecock began to harden, the members of the Orsonville Vikings that were lounging around the pool got hungry looks in their eyes. All of them knew firsthand that Lugh could put his tool to good use and all of them wanted him to show them again. The Celt just sighed. He had wanted to visit to get some time off from fucking the gymnasts, which was his task as the team’s water boy. he had also wanted to escape the hype for the next competition of the gymnastics team. They were insanely successful and or the whole college these competitions were pretty much the most important thing. Nobody even cared if someone else had success in other fields. Lugh was the perfect example for that. He had just won against countless other guys in a weightlifting competition, earning himself a national champion title and was a pretty successful amateur bodybuilder. The massive ginger just picked up two of the nearest athletes and threw him over his meaty shoulders. They wanted “Fragarach” and they’d get it. Lugh just chuckled to himself. His numerous fucks had nicknamed his footlong cumcannon after the sword of Celtic god whose name he had and he had to admit he kinda liked it. With his powerful baritone he exclaimed “Go Vikings!”, before carrying the two eager twinks to a more secluded area. He just hoped an hour of hard jackhammer pounding would be enough to satisfy each of them.
  2. 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."
  3. Logan’s POV “Your girlfriend sure is good at worshiping and massaging muscles. Seems like you trained her well. Well, not that you remember anymore, right my little fag slave?”, the man on the bench said in a sexy baritone, all the while having a top heavy brunette run her hands along his perfect muscular body. Though his voice made my little prick go rock hard within a few seconds, I had no idea what he was talking about. I’ve never had a girlfriend, after all as far as I knew this man had always been my master. He was no other than Mason Banks, the uncrowned king of the local high school, top athlete of every sport team he participated in (Among others football, lacrosse, baseball and the track team ) and the hottest jock to have ever walked on earth. But for me he was the most perfect man in existence, from his diamond calves to his model face, the perfect mix of pretty boy charm and pure masculinity combined with a thoroughly styled mop of chestnut brown hair and a set of ocean blue eyes. “Okay, let’s get to the main act, Rebecca.”, Master said, his eyes now on the woman, who had obviously just waited for this sentence the whole time. Within the blink of an eye she was stark nude, leaving her well formed body for my master to feed his eyes on. While he did so, both I and the girl got to witness the infamous bulge between his muscular thighs slowly rise, until it stood at it’s full 13 inch glory, though it was still concealed by his now stretched to the maximum sweatpants. “So, Becca, either you undo my pants or my dick will.”, he said, the eager girl already pulling away the sweatpants. She gasped, as the monstrous dong finally sprang free from it’s fabric made prison. “So, what are you waiting for?”, Master asked, as a powerful musky scent filled the room. Without further introduction Rebecca went down on Master’s monster, but my experienced eyes saw the many mistakes she was making. Her lips weren’t rolling over her teeth completely, making her teeth scrape Master’s cock, even if it was only a little bit and she tried to take the whole dick in her mouth at once and I knew she wouldn’t be a able to keep this up for long, to point out two of her dozen mistakes. Not that Master minded. He seemed to really enjoy the blowjob he was getting from this girl and moaned like it was his first one. But I knew, that it wasn’t. After all I woke him up like that every morning. Only once he interrupted his moaning and flashed a gleeful smile at me and whispered with a wink: “Maybe you shouldn’t have teased me, Mr. Quarterback.” —————————————————————————————————- Mason’s POV ‘Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD, I can’t believe Rebecca Lawrence, the highschool’s hottest cheerleader slurping on my dick and the new, totally twinked star quarterback sitting next to me with a look of complete admiration in his eyes. Damn, she’s good at this.’ All these thoughts were running through my head, as Becca gave me my first blowjob. As she went down on my pole another time I remembered the curious circumstances, which had lead to my current situation. The day before I had found an old dusty bottle in the bushes on my way home. Since it had an interesting shape and a nice color I decided to take it with me. At home I rubbed the bottle and much to my surprise a man appeared. With a bored tone he introduced himself as a genie and told me I had three wishes. Being a bullied teen lots of things came to my mind, but then I thought about the genie. I supposed he had been trapped inside the bottle for ages having to fulfill wishes for others, but unable to live outside the bottle. And so I turned at the man and said: “I wish for you to be freed.” At first he said nothing and just looked at me quite flabbergasted, but then he gave me a wide grin and whispered: “Your wish is my command.” I don’t know what happened next but it seems like the genie kept his magic powers. And damn is he grateful. I only have to text Gene (That’s his name now) and my wish comes true. Plus he’s a great guy, who enjoys seeing a formerly little geek slowly take over the school. Just as I thought about my wishes (Among other things big muscles, a giant dick and for my greatest bully to be a loyal fag slave.) I shot a load down Rebecca’s throat. “And now for the real thing.”
  4. “Okay, did you get the topic of the next debate?”, Mr. Connors, the Orson High’s debate team coach, asked his team members. Like the team Mr. Connors was pretty nerdy. And just like the five boys, he was an Asian guy. “Yeah, of course.”, answered the team in a chorus. Of course they had gotten it. Ray, Jin, Sean, Hwan and Chun were the smartest kids in the school. They all were prime examples of the Asian stereotype. They all were incredibly smart, but they were all just as skinny and weak as toddlers and that’s why, of course, they were constantly bullied by the football team. But that didn’t bother them at all. The five of them were best friends and every time they got beaten up, they were able to laugh together and play nerdy games afterwards. And just as they were on the way back from the debate, which they not only won with ease, but that qualified them for a nationwide competition too, on the other side of the country Li made his wish. —————————————————————————————————- Coach Connors, the behemoth of a man that trained the Orson High’s famous bodybuilding team, stood up and turned at his team. “Okay team.”, he said in a deep voice,” Your posing was very good, but Sean and Jin, you should go through your moves again. And Chun, you should really practice your sex technique again.” “Yeah we know, Coach.”, the three of them replied in an equally deep voice. Though they had scored at this competition big time, there were still lacking points. It’s not like they didn’t practice enough. The five of them practically spent their entire time in the weight room or in the locker room. Coach Connors had even organized, that they would be able to skip classes to get in shape for the competition. They had to train for all three parts of the bodybuilding competition. All of them were pretty good in the first part, the posing, even though just like Coach Connors had said, Sean and Jin would need to practice their routine. But all team members would need to practice for the second part of the competition, the sex technique. Of course the cheerleading team was all too enthusiastic about helping the team out with their practice. Needless to say, that only included the members of the cheerleading team, which hadn’t already been impregnated by the horsehung Asian bulls. It’s not like they complained though. Getting fucked by the team, that was nationwide known for their expert skills was an honor after all. And that’s were it came to the third category of the contest. Since the team members needed to practice for the Longest Fuck, they sometimes spent hours in the locker room, in the beds, that stood there, and pillage the cheerleaders into ecstasy. Additionally, Coach Connors had given each of the boys a box with 100 Asian sized condoms, he didn’t want any more pregnancies after all. And when they weren’t training in the weight room, practicing their poses in front of the wall length mirrors or fucking a poor cheerleader raw, they were watching the private porn of the legendary L. It was always a show to see the 5 boys, none of them under 6′4″ or under 250 lbs jacking their footlong cocks while watching the master do his magic.
  5. Andy was a nerd, plain and simple. He was as skinny as a beanpole, but not nearly as tall. Actually the tiny guy was only about 5′3″ and to be honest pretty timid. I don’t like saying this, but he is to afraid to talk to anyone else but his chess club members and he basically was afraid of his own shadow, with all of his phobias. He was afraid of spiders, crowds, needles, basically everything. Who I am talking about him like this, you may ask yourself. My name is Tom and I am Andy’s best friend. Though I am also a member of the chess team, I am not nearly as nerdy as Andy. I am actually pretty normal, especially compared to our team captain. I could have escaped bullying if I didn’t always stand up for Andy, to protect him against the bullies. Of course that most of the time only resulted in me getting beaten up too, but Andy was always pretty grateful and helped me out with my homework as a thank you. You see, Andy is not only captain of our chess team, he is the smartest kid i school too. This far too often lead to Andy doing the homework for the football team and then being beaten up. And one day, after a particulararly bad beating, he turned at me and said: “That’s enough! I’m going to pay that tattoo parlor a visit.” I laughed, knowing full well how much he feared needles, but when I saw his absolutely serious face, I got skeptical. —————————————————————————————————- The next day, Andy came to the chess team’s club room with a gleaming smile on his face. “I finally did it.”, he announced and lifted his baggy superhero T-shirt, revealing his skeleton like body and two black words on the left side of his pigeon chest: “I wish:”. “So you finally overcame your phobia, huh.”, I chuckled, thinking it was probably just temporary one. He mumbled something and then replied with a cheeky grin: “Which phobia? I have nothing like a phobia.” That was right, Andy had always been pretty fearless. He didn’t even fear heights, which were my personal kryptonite. “And what else did you do yesterday? I missed you online.”, I said and again, Andy started mumbling. “I spent the evening with Jess, didn’t I tell you?”, he answered, still this grin on his lips. He had told me he would spend the night with Jess. It still made me chuckle on the inside. The school’s head cheerleader and the school’s biggest nerd were a couple. “You spent all night fucking her, didn’t you?”, I said, already knowing the answer, thanks to the pretty graphic descriptions he always told us the next day. “What can I say, the torpedo needs to be drained.”, he laughed and gave his hefty bulge a grab. Trust me when I say, he isn’t bluffing about the size of his dick. I saw it in the locker room and it practically dwarfed the cocks of all other guys. It almost looked funny, seeing this huge tool on this little frame. “I still can’t get over it. The head cheerleader and you, the biggest nerd, are a couple. Simply hilarious.”, said Liam, one of our fellow teammates, said without a second thought. The cheeky grin on Andy’s face was replaced by a look of annoyance and anger. Again, he mumbled something under his breath. “Fuck yeah, I am the biggest nerd.”, the deep voice of my best friend boomed. The guy was simply massive. Huge muscles stacked upon a 7′2″ frame and he still was the smartest dude around. And when he wasn’t pumping iron in the gym or plowing Jessica, he was playing D&D or chess with us or doing other nerdy things. Sometimes he even included posing sessions in our nerdy games, which normally resulted in him winning the game, thanks to none of the other players being able to focus on anything but his rocking body. —————————————————————————————————- When we went down the hallway later that day, all eyes were on us. Or to be exact, on Andy’s massive pecs, which were fully on display, thanks to them stretching out his superhero vest. That’s when the football team came our way. One again Andy muttered something. There the football team was. A horde of twinks, that were coming our way. I bet they wanted to be fucked, by our chess bull. Somehow it was odd. You were supposed to be big and hunky for football, but our team only consisted of twinks, that were basically Andy’s personal cumdumps. Suddenly Andy turned at me, flashing a warm smile on his handsome face. “Let me thank you for your help against the bullies.”, he said and started mumbling. Who would have ever bullied Andy? The guy was a beast, he had always been. If it wasn’t for him, I would be the hunkiest guy at our school. He was only 2 inches taller than me and about 20 pounds heavier and of course the better chess player. “What are you talking about, dude. Let’s fuck those twinks raw.”, I replied, giving him a high-five and then heading for the football team, feeling the 11″ sausage, that ran down my leg get hard. Really, what were the odds to have a football, that solely consisted of twinks and the school’s two biggest nerds, also being it’s biggest hunks, I thought as I looked at Andy’s heavily inked pecs, that had all the good things of our live written on them.
  6. David watched as Logan climbed into the graffiti covered bus. His best friend flinging his skinny legs over one of the empty window frames and heaving his slender form into the guts of the old bus. The bus was an urban legend for their town. David’s parents had talked about it being around when they were kids, Logan had even said that his grandfather knew about the buried bus. The story was that the bus was an old red London double decker bus. A London bus which had somehow found its way across the Atlantic and then across the United States and found itself buried in a rocky valley in California. Everyone from drunk British sailors or aliens had been blamed for the buried bus, but for kids its was a place of horror. It was a place where you showed off how brave you were, a place where dares were made. “I dare you to touch the bus” “I dare you to sit in one of the seats” Logan hadn’t been dared at all, he was just curious, not that David wasn’t curious, he was just scared. Even though David was a senior in high-school and heading off to college soon the buried bus still scared him. Even beneath a cloudless blue sky with a bright sun shining the rusty colour strewn bus was creepy, there was just something about it. It didn’t seem to affect Logan, he wanted to know what was on the bottom deck of the bus. Not one of the stories about the buried bus explained why it was buried or what was on the bottom floor. No one had even seemed to have gone down the stairs to the bottom floor, no one even mentioned that it had a bottom floor beyond saying it was a double decker London bus. So David stood about 20 ft away from the bus as his best friend vanish into its interior. “You see anything” David called He could see Logan head of messy brown hair popping up from behind the rusty frame of a window. “Nothing, just graffiti and rusty seats” Logan called back While Logan had a very youthful voice, almost like puberty had skipped him, he was still able to throw a lot of authority into his voice. He always sounded confident even though a strong wind would blow him away like a plastic bag. “You see the stairs” David called He watched Logan’s messy hair move from the front of the bus down towards the back. “Yea, they are here” Logan called back There was a moment of silence and then the sound of a rock bouncing down the metal stairs. “Its not buried” Logan called, some excitement in his voice “I’m going to head down” —————————————————— Logan gently took his first step down to the lower deck of the bus. His small flip flop clad foot tested out the integrity of the rusty step. The step held and he descended down into the bus. He expected it to be dark, but it wasn’t. Sun light was pouring down through small holes in the upper deck’s floor. The entire lower deck was clear. While the glass from the windows was gone the ground hadn’t caved in. Instead flat slabs of rock covered ever window. It was like the bus was encased in cement. The rock had been covered in graffiti, but these weren’t the tags of artists or obscene images. They looked like cave drawings. Spirals and letters in foreign languages. With each aisle of rusty seats the drawings became thicker and thicker, new stuff drawn over older stuff. Logan’s confidence was fading with each step, the bus was beginning to scare him. He came to the drivers cabin. The drawings that dominated the areas where the windscreen should be all pointed towards the cabin, driving Logan to look inside. Gingerly Logan leaned forward to look into the cabin, his small skinny body shaking from fear. There was nothing inside the cabin. No drivers seat, no gear box, no steering wheel. Where wasn’t even a cabin, just an empty void. Logan tried to pull away, but he couldn’t. The void was pulling him in. His small hands gripped at the rusty door frame around him, the void now rushing air pass him as it sucked him into itself. The rust beneath his fingers gave away, crumbling into red dust and Logan fell into the void. Logan screams as he fell. His body twisting in the void, his arms and legs swinging wildly. He could feel air howling pass himself. He was falling, the void wasn’t just empty space, it went somewhere. His chest felt tight as he fell, like he was struggling to breath. Logan could barely see himself in the darkness, but he could see that his chest was growing. Expanding upwards and outwards with each breath, the void’s air growing his flat chest into a meaty pair of pecs that straining as his shirt. He moved his hand onto his chest, feeling the muscle, it was real. Logan’s eyes widened as he watched his hand widened and this fingers thicken. The change was running up his arms, his forearms exploding in size with thick veins appearing. He could feel his stomach crunching and just knew that his abdominal muscles had suddenly appeared. His biceps expanded, popping the short sleeves of his shirt opened. Logan’s skinny shoulders ballooned with muscle, tearing his shirt apart. The tattered remains fluttering into oblivion as they escaped into the void, only the neck of his shirt remained. It didn’t last long, it exploded as his neck grew into a tree trunk holding his tiny youthful head aloft. Logan shorts grew tight as his thighs grew, matching his now meaty calfs. His feet now overhung his flip flops. His thick toes gripping onto them so that they didn’t fly away into the void as he fell. Logan could see a light, a dim dot beneath him. It was growing brighter and brighter. He held his massive hands out to protect himself from the fall. His face cracking as he hid the light from his eyes. The bones rearranging themselves into a wide jaw and high cheekbones. The light was blinding as Logan hit it. He fell out of the void and into the rusty lower deck of the buried bus. His thick hands gripping the frame of a rusty chair. Logan was breathing heavily, his pecs rising and falling. He stood up to his full height, and had to duck a little as his head hit the ceiling. Logan slowly made his way to the stairs, uneasy with his new long muscled legs and huge clown feet. “Hey, you down there” David called “Ummm, yea…” Logan called in a deep voice His hand shot up to his thick neck, his voice was different. He went to explain to David why his voice was changed and what he found on the lower deck, but he didn’t need to. “Oh, ok, didn’t hear from you for a little bit” David said, nothing in his friends voice indicated he’d noticed anything different Logan went up the stairs, each step creaking loudly under his new weight. He continued to duck as he reached the upper deck. He now could see David clearly, his friend nervously waiting for him. Logan stepped over a window frame, his long legs making it easier. He hiked up his shorts as he did, his big hand getting a handful of enlarged balls and a slab like cock. “Fuck” Logan muttered quietly as he let his cock flop down the leg of one of his shorts Logan rose out of the bus, his head level with the top of it. He felt his chest flexing instinctively, each pec bouncing. “So” David asked eagerly, not noticing anything at all “What did you find” David stared up at Logan as the now bigger boy stepped up to him. David just smiling like nothing was different. Behind David was Logan’s car, they’d driven up to the buried bus in Logan’s rusty hand me down wreck, now it was a big red truck, just like the one that Logan had wanted for his 18th birthday. The void had changed him, he had the body of dreams, and now had the car of his dreams. Is that what it did, did the void grant you all your wildest dreams. Logan felt his heavy soft cock against his thigh, he’d always wanted a big dick, he used to pray for a bigger cock. It must grant wishes. “Come on, what did you find” David asked again staring up to his best friend Logan smiled down at his best friend and put a big muscled arm over his shoulder, turning him away from the buried bus and leading him to Logan’s new red truck. “Nothing, nothing at all” Logan lied as he wondered how much cement he’d need to block up the buried bus’ stairs
  7. Damn genie. When I found this ancient book (Yes, it is not a lamp.) and when I opened it, a green skinned boy escaped.But calling him a boy is somewhat an insult, since he is more of a man than I am…I mean was. I was pretty average when I found this book. Just a normal, Asian boy in high school. Average build, average height, average grades. The thing was I had a thing for sports. Football, baseball, basketball, you get what I mean. But since I was totally average, I couldn’t hope to get a place on a any of the teams. It isn’t like I got bulled or so, but I was pretty unnoticeable. So what was the first thing I wished of the small, muscular incredibly hung green skinned man? The thing every guy would wish for,a giant dick. The genie snapped his fingers and *BANG* my dick was no longer the 5″ it had before, but a coke bottle thick 13″ monster, whose hunger I could already feel. But I didn’t want to jack off in front of the genie. So the second wish I had was also a logical consequence. I wished to get to sleep with every person I wanted. When the genie snapped his fingers this time, it wasn’t a *BANG*, but more like a feeling of confidence, that spread form my groin. I knew, that every person I desired would now be more than willing to become a willing orifice for my new monster. So now my sexual fantasies were fulfilled and I turned to my passion. “I wish I would excel at sport.” With a slight sneer the genie snapped his fingers a third time and told me with a deep voice: “Since you wished to excel at sport and not sports, I twisted your wish a little. You will be the world’s best athlete at the first sport you see, runt.” And with this words, without even letting me say my objections or complaints, he dissolved into smoke, retracted into the book and simply vanished as if he never had been there. Still a little confused, I sat down on my bed. And then my brother Evan came in. You know, we shared the same room and it was mostly okay, but that day I had come home from school earlier than expected. So when my brother entered the room, wanting to relieve some pressure (If you know what I mean.), he looked as surprised. But the worst thing was the object he had under his arm: a bodybuilding magazine. In this moment the words of the genie echoed through my mind: “ You will be the world’s best athlete at the first sport you see.” And then there was the *BANG*. —————————————————————————————————- “Sorry, Dave, I didn’t want to interrupt your posing routine”, he said, holding the magazine in front of his tented shorts. That’s when I saw myself in the mirror. I only wore a pair of tiny posers to hold back my manhood, muscles bulging all over my body. Enormous traps, that swallowed my entire neck, shoulder wider than most wardrobes, giant arms, easily bigger than my or Evan’s head, and… I think you get what I mean. Then I saw the second greatest surprise: The person on the cover of Evan’s magazine was no other than me. “I guess you must be busy, having that big competition this weekend, right?”, Evan joked, laughing embarrassed and blushing bright red. “Yeah.”, I answered, my mind now entirely blown by my foghorn like voice. And then the biggest embarrassment this day happened. A wet spot spread from my brother’s groin. He had just shot a load. Now almost crying with shame, Evan ran out of the room, locking himself up in the bathroom. —————————————————————————————————- About a week later I’ve worked out how this world works. It seems like I am the number one in the worldwide bodybuilding community at an age of only 18, just like genie had promised. I had been thrown out of school, since my humongous muscles distracted the other students to much and my voice in addition with it made everyone spew a load right away. Competitions aren’t fun either, since I always win them, thanks to my stupid wish. Though I have to say genie took my second wish pretty literally. For example, when I watched “Ted” on Friday and thought how hot Mila Kunis was, there was a ring at the door and much to my surprise I found Mila Kunis standing outside when I opened the door. Needless to say we fuck like rabbits all night and she is now pretty much far too stretched to ever receive pleasure, getting fucked by someone else than me. But the best thing is, that I make tons of money now. Not only through the price money from the bodybuilding competitions but through a you could say side job as well. Porn industry pays me well for the videos of me fucking all the celebs I get. The video with Jennifer Lawrence was a hit, but my most successful film features me and Liam Hemsworth.
  8. Li actually let a pretty nice life. He had a nice job, working for a big international pharmaceutical company at their lab developing new medication, a nice house and of course the best wife ever, Anna. He had met his beautiful bombshell of a wife pretty soon after he had gotten hold of his lucrative job. He didn’t think it was odd, that the blonde model had fallen for him. Despite being a 5′8″ Asian twig, he was pretty pretty intelligent and in his opinion quite charming. So he thought of no evil when he came home earlier on their wedding anniversary, wanting to surprise his wife with a romantic gesture. He wasn’t suspicious when the gardener’s lawn mower stood on the grass unused and the gardener was nowhere to be seen. His first doubts arose when he entered the house and heard strange noises coming from upstairs. But his world broke apart when Li entered the master bedroom. There she was. The love of his life in bed with their gardener Martin, a young black guy from the neighborhood, who wanted to earn some money. As the young stud jackhammered his black cock into Anna’s tight pussy, Li suddenly realized why she had been so eager to employ this demigod. But he had been ignorant of the fact, just like Martin was unaware of the fact that his employer was watching him fuck his wife into sexual ecstasy. Though Li was shocked and watched the whole scene in horror, his 4″ pecker got hard at the raw display of raw masculinity and sexiness he was witnessing. Then his wife saw her husband standing in the doorframe.“Um, honey, it’s not what it looks like.”, Anna stammered. But Li didn’t hear her, he had fled out of the house and drove away in his car, tears in his eyes. When he had driven for about ten minutes he felt like he had driven far enough and he drove at the roadside. And then started crying, hitting the steering wheel and all the while screaming: “WHY? WHY DID SHE DO THIS? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?” Half an hour later he had finally calmed down a bit and said: “I wish I would be someone she wouldn’t have cheated on.” —————————————————————————————————- Suddenly there was a ringing and L was brought back to reality in his car. He had parked on the roadside so he could knock out a quick load. He had had some time until his next appointment and just felt so unbelievably horny, that he had to take stop. Looking at his phone he saw the reminder that had just rung. ‘Anna’ it read. “Oh shit, only half an hour. No time to clean up.” L said looking around the cum coated car. His chest was still glistening with sweat as he spanned the seat belt across the enormous mass of muscle. Looking down he just had to take a moment to admire the sheer size and vascularity of the giant mass he called his pecs. The whole muscle was so erotic, that his cock got hard yet again. “No not now, I’ve got an appointment.”, L told himself and started driving. Then another thought came to his mind. ‘I need to buy condoms.’ The 100 condoms he had bought last week were almost empty. He just had had so many appointments this past week, that this was no surprise. It wasn’t like Anna was his first appointment either, she was his 5th today. He had had twinks and bitches alike, all lusting after his ‘Boa’, the footlong tool he was proud to call his own. Soon after he pulled into the parking lot of the drugstore and got out of the car. When he entered the drugstore everyone inside looked at him. It wasn’t like he looked unnormal for an Asian, big and built as he was, but it was always a show, when people saw a shirtless Asian-American. They just oozed raw masculinity and sexiness. As L approached the counter, every gaze followed him. They followed the twitching of his massive bowling ball sized biceps, the heaving of his massive pecs as he breathed, the light playing on the bumps of his deeply cut eightpack, the pants, stretched out by his tree trunk legs and of course the obscene bulge in his jeans, that seemed to be slowly growing. L was getting turned on by the attention he was getting. A cocky smirk spread across his handsome face. And what a face it was, it would be displayed in a dictionary above the word ‘masculinity’. A sharp, angular jaw, coated in thick stubble, deep brown bedroom eyes, that could make a woman go wet with only one look, a wave of black hair on his head and the most perfect nose and mouth one could ever find. “Hello? Hello? Mr. Thompson?”, L rumbled in his deep as fuck voice, clapping his plate sized hands to get the seller out of his trance. The little black guy had totally lost himself in watching the pure glory of L’s giant muscles. Every black guy was like that. Horny, little twinks, who were always so eager to worship the big Asian men or take a massive Asian cock up their ass. “Uhm yeah. What do you want, sir?”, the black twink squeaked. “Give me a pack with 100 condoms. Asian size, please.”, L said and couldn’t suppress a chuckle for two reasons. First, he could clearly see, that the clerk had just shot a load, just from the sound of the Asian hunk’s voice. And the second thing was, that it was just quite funny that there was a separate ‘Asian’ size. Though it was necessary, since nearly every Asian’s dick was about a foot long and as thick as a beer can. “It’s on the house, sir.”, the seller said, handing L a giant box of condoms with a lustful look in his eyes. “I’ll come back next week. Don’t want even more bastard children roam the country, right.”, L mused, remembering the roughly 15 children he had already fathered when he was younger. —————————————————————————————————- 15 minutes later, he drove up the driveway of the giant mansion. Anna was a slightly odd contract. Some black guy called Martin had called L to make an appointment, asking him to fuck his trophy wife for their anniversary, since he just couldn’t satisfy her needs. When he had parked in front of the house and rang the doorbell, a short black guy opened the door. “You’re L?”, the twink asked, obviously having trouble staying focused. “Yeah. You must be Martin. I am here to fuck your wife, dude.”, L replied. “Follow me, please, sir.” When they entered the master bedroom, Anna already laid on the bed, her nudity only slightly covered by a thin, almost transparent cloth. “I can work with that.”, L said unbuckling his jeans. “What does L stand for, sexy?”, Anna asked curiously, as she lustfully watched the behemoth undress. “You can choose. Either for my full name Li or for Long.”, he answered, dropping his pants with the last word, unveiling his delicious, beer-can-thick 12″ monstrosity, which made Anna gasp by just looking at it. As the Asian sex god approached his next conquest he suddenly saw a picture in his mind. He had come into this bedroom as a skinny guy and had found Anna getting fucked by a black stud. He also distinctly remembered, wishing that she wouldn’t have cheated on him. But that was ridiculous, you can’t cheat on someone you don’t have a relationship with.
  9. Sophie was a total fan of Justin Bieber. His texts spoke directly from the bottom of her heart, his small, toned body was perfect and his face was like an angel’s. He was her ideal man. Unfortunately she was just a normal fan and a superstar like Justin would never even stop to look at her, it was such a tragedy. One day she helped her grandma cleaning and found a strange amulet, a thick golden chain with a ruby pendant. When she asked her grandmother if she could keep the necklace, the old lady smirked scarily and approved it. This very evening she sat in her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The necklace really accentuated her red hair, she should wear it at her the next concert, maybe Justin would then notice her. Suddenly the gem began to emit a bright red light and Sophie’s world blurred for a moment. —————————————————————————————————- Seconds later, Justin Bieber’s tour truck stopped in front of his girlfriend’s house. The mountain of a man, who was the superstar, left the truck. Together with him his roadie left the car and told the singer: “This way Mr. Bieber. Your girlfriend lives just here.” “Huhu, yeah. Gotta empty my nuts into her.”, the dumb star replied with a deep voice, that was the main reason he was so popular with the girls, it made them go wet in an instant. Though himself standing at 7′8″ and weighing around 350 pounds of solid muscle wasn’t a hindrance either, especially if his muscled torso was permanently on display, since no shirt had fit him since he had been 16. “We’re gonna leave tomorrow Mr. Bieber, so please hurry with your… task.”, the man reminded him and knocked at Sophie’s door. As she opened the door, the giant popstar ducked into her hallway, his head grazing the ceiling. “I hope you’re ready, baby,”, Justin Bieber said to his girlfriend dropping his pants as soon as the door was closed, revealing his 14″ monstrosity, that was already leaking pre.
  10. “Come on David, I need your cock up my ass now, or I can’t concentrate all day.”, the deep bass of my boyfriend Jamal boomed, while he danced for me, shaking his big black booty for me. You may think I am some kind of bodybuilder, to be begged to fuck this beautiful man’s ebony ass, but I have to disappoint you. I am just your average law student. I am a bit on the nerdy side, but now I have a huge cock. You’re irritated? Understandable. But let me tell you the story from the beginning. ———————————————————————————————————- I met Jamal 3 months ago. He came to me in need of private tuition, and I was all to happy to oblige. Jamal had entered college through a basketball scholarship, but was constantly struggling with his classes. He had especially problems with his mathematics classes, aiming to become some kind of banker or so. Soon after we started our lessons I found out that he was gay and after a month we started dating. Right on our first date we ended up in bed and I found out, that Jamal was not only a genius on the basketball court. He was such a gentle passionate lover and the stereotypical black dick wasn’t bad either. He teased my hungry hole with his monster before pushing in one smooth motion. The sheer size of his tool made me scream, but the screams were soon replaced by moans of bliss. I shot my first load right on his second thrust, but it took Jamal another 5 minutes of thrusting before he shot his first load. Though he shot 5 further load up my ass before he was satisfied. The next month flew by swiftly. I helped him with his studies, I visited his basketball games and of course He shoved his donkey dick up my ass almost every night. But the whole bottoming got old pretty quick and I was just not fit for topping, my cock being only about 3″ hard. It seemed even smaller compared to Jamal's 9″ tool and bull nuts, so I had to settle with bottoming. One night Jamal was pounding my ass again, when I looked out of the window, tears in my eyes from the ‘mere’ bliss of having my hole penetrated. That’s when I saw a shooting star and made a wish. ‘I wish I could be the top for once.’, I thought before passing out. ———————————————————————————————————- When I awoke the next day, I was greeted by the sight of the bed cover bobbing up and down and a feeling of bliss in my groin. I pushed the blanket away and saw the head of Jamal working what looked like a footlong cock between my legs. I was amazed of what I saw, but before I could say anything, my hips reflexively thrusted forward, as my balls blew a giant load down Jamal’s throat. “Are you okay, baby?”, I asked him, since he had been thrown back by the intensity of my load.”I’m fine, shall we get to the main event?”, he asked, his deep voice making me quiver. Without hesitation Jamal climbed on top of me, leaving his briefs behind, only to reveal a cock, that was far smaller than my old one. Though I was surprised by his action, my body moved on his own, grabbing him by his hips and pushing my now huge dick up his ass unceremoniously. Half an hour later, I was pumped dry and Jamal started to lick the rests of cum off my tool. “Thank you, baby. I’ll be going to practice now.”, he said after he had finished his task. Soon after Jamal had left I decided to get up too. After I had finished my usual morning routine, I left my apartment. I was instantly greeted by the view of a skinny guy holding a leash that was connected to a collar, worn by man of bodybuilding proportions. I witnessed several similar couples on my way to university. But the strangest thing happened when I had reached my destination. A guy easily twice my size, who was even bigger than Jamal, approached me and asked: “Um, David, I know you’re in a relationship and so on, but could you please fuck me now. I need it badly.” Needless to say I used this opportunity, despite my continuous confusion. I quickly worked how this world worked. It seemed like all big guys were now hungry bottoms with tiny dicks and the skinny guys were aggressive tops with massive tool. What can I say? Seems like I got what I wished for.
  11. As Han slid in the pool he was in a foul mood. At the age of 25 he had never had a real girlfriend, which was brought to his mind once again as he watched the many happy couples around him. ‘This sucks.’, he thought. He wasn’t even a that bad looking. Since he was asian he had been spared by acne and he wasn’t that skinny either. Sure he was no bodybuilder, but he was cut and rather athletic. The occasional one-night-stands didn’t complain about his 6″ dick either. He supposed he just wasn’t the type of guy girls wanted to have as her boyfriend. He had gotten friendzones more often than he could count. Just then he saw a beautiful girl at the side of the pool. Though she seemed to be sobbing. “Oh, how I wish that she could be my girlfriend.” —————————————————————————————————- Meanwhile Julia was just depressed. She had left her boyfriend George last week, after she had caught him in bed first with her best friend and two days later even with her sister. But she still loved him. It was as if there were only assholes out there, since she had lost the boyfriend before almost exactly the same way. The display of so many happy couples at the pool didn’t help highering her spirits. “I wish I could have an ideal boyfriend, who wouldn’t cheat on me.” Some higher power must have been in a good mood, because both of their wishes were about to come true. —————————————————————————————————- A godlike asian figure emerged the pool. All the muscle and manliness barely held back by a tiny baby blue speedo, that struggled against a seemingly heavy set of cock and balls. The figure ignored the dropped jaws of everybody and headed straight for a beautiful woman, who head a rather depressed look on her face. “Hey, babe.”, he addressed Julia, who looked irritated being spoken to by this fine specimen of a man. “What, no kiss for your fiance?” Now it was his turn to look disappointed. “Fiance? I don’t even know you!”, she replied. “You want to tell me you forget this..” he flexed his biceps “… or this…” he bounced his pecs “.. or THIS.”, he said and cupped his generous bulge. Suddenly memories of her new life started to flood into Juli’s head, her new life at the side of the hunky sex god called Han. “Han-eybear. There you are.” She jumped out of her deck chair and into the arms of her magnificient fiance. “I need you.”, she whispered in his ear. “I know. Let’s go up to our room.”, he replied, rubbing her crotch to underline his point.
  12. “Thanks for saving me” Charlie said to the taxi driver after shouting the name of a hotel at him “Its ok, looked like you needed saving” the driver said trying not to laugh at the shaken musclebound stud in the back seat “Yea… they just went crazy, clawing at me” Charlie said, using his thickly muscled arms to hide his bare broad chest “They tore my shirt off” The driver looked at Charlie in the rear view mirror. His eyes tracing the curve of Charlie’s thick shoulders and rounded pecs. The guy was a real specimen, no wonder the girls had wanted a piece of him. The traffic cleared and the driver turned his attention to the road. “Does that happen a lot” the driver asked Charlie shook his head, his styled hair bouncing a little and his dark sunglasses falling down his perfectly shaped nose a little. “No, its never happened” Charlie said confused The big stud’s eyes were looking down at his pecs, slowly each bounced, like he was testing them out. His arms held out in front of himself and slowly twitching and flexing. The driver caught sight of this display, he wondered if the heartthrob was high. It looked like he’d never seen his own body before. “You ok” the driver asked Charlie nodded, a hand running down his abs and down to his crotch. “Jesus Christ” Charlie exclaimed, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses The driver had to swerve out the way of another car as his looked back to see Charlie staring down at his bulging jeans, both hands cradling the basket between his thick thighs. “Sorry, sorry” Charlie said quickly, noticing the chaos he just caused He kept looking back down to his crotch, a cocky smile appearing on his perfect face. The big guy went quiet for a while, letting the taxi driver just drive. Charlie had finished feeling himself up, his attention still partly on his own crotch. He kept pushing this meaty thighs together to get the bulge to bounce a little. The rest of his attention was on the small necklace he wore. A highly decorated cross sat trapped between his rock hard pecs. Charlie pulled it free and held it between his fingers. He muttered quietly “The women said this would grant my wish…” The driver’s focused on the road and didn’t see Charlie take the necklace off. Suddenly the big muscled stud wasn’t sitting in the back of the taxi anymore, some skinny blond guy was. His flat chest and flabby gut bare to the air, his baggy jeans not full to the brim with muscle and cock meat. Charlie squeaked in shock, his voice now high pitched. Before the driver would turn to see what was wrong he got the necklace back on and leaned his broad muscled shoulder into the car seat with a sigh of relief. “We are here” the driver announced as the taxi stopped outside a slightly run down hotel The driver guessed the big stud was a student backpacking, he looked like he could be the right age. Though the squared jawed hunk could be in his late 20s, he just had one of those youthful yet manly faces, and bodies. Charlie tossed a handful of money into the front seat, twice what he needed to pay. He climbed out the taxi, the sun glittering off his tanned skin. He was still playing with the cross and was deep in thought. “I wanted to be a heartthrob, to be irresistible” Charlie was muttering The taxi driver laughed as he watched Charlie’s firm muscle ass vanish into the hotel, a gang of beautiful women already starting to follow him. The poor lug obvious to the pack of horny girls soon to get their claws into him.
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