Hope you lot don’t mind me turning up a bit sweaty, he was always around people so the only time I could make my move was when he was on his daily run, and honestly I’m kinda enjoying my new musk
HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!
Halloween is two weeks away! If you want to come to my party you can! You just gotta possess a hunk first! This is my hunk!! Cum make me a bottom!
Function & fashion in one gym look!
All Skins Compression workout today.
Did leg day in my tightest jockstrap today 🤭
In my expert subjective opinion this photo is both fashion & art, end of discussion
wheeee!
Luckily for me I ended up in the tall guy in the cap, seems I’ve also got a couple of new friends who like the new me too.
You are watching the Solar Eclipse when suddenly, all of you who's watching it passed out. Then after the eclipse, you learned that everyone who witness the eclipse randomly switched bodies. The last photo you like will be your new body. Here's mine.
Let me see who you've got.
The only thing I have to say is stream Abracadabra like your life depends on it 🪄✨
And that’s just what they’ll do
These boots were made for stompin’
A very relatable feeling, but that arm definition is delightful too!
Even I want to bury my face in my pits these days tbqh 🥵
I look young for my age so when I wear a waistcoat or suit I feel like a kid wearing their Dad’s clothes, just playing dress-up. I wish I had the build and face to look like a mature adult that would wear a waistcoat to show off their masculinity.
The genie has put his measuring tape against every possible part of your body by now, surely. He finishes measuring how much your ears stick out and finally steps back, a considering expression on his handsome face. He nods. “Here!”
With a wave of his hand, the genie is holding a heathered charcoal waistcoat. You hold it dubiously, sure that it will be too big, but at the genie’s urging you slip it on top of your T-shirt.
Of course you weren’t wearing a T-shirt. You only wear perfectly pressed white dress shirts. It’s important to always look your best, and you secretly love the pull of the buttons against your toned chest muscles. You move to look in the mirror, stroking your carefully maintained stubble as you consider the waistcoat.
The genie names a price, and you gasp. For one waistcoat? It’s daylight robbery! But then again, the craftsmanship is impeccable. And, you think, stroking your Rolex, it’s not like you can’t afford it. Plus, it makes you look so distinguished.
Your cock chubs in your slacks. You love the feeling of silk underwear. You lick your lips. “Done,” you tell the genie, pulling out your platinum card. You can’t wait to get back to your office at the end of your lunch break and jack off at your desk. No need for porn when you look this sexy and expensive.
Another wish fulfilled.
Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.