Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago
I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those
who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!
Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)
Michael Payne opened the door to his apartment. What a day. The 22 year
old sighed as he limped across the hallway. He took off his dark red
coat and placed his ridiculous looking hat on the sideboard. Michael ran
his hand through his short blond hair and sighed again.
Michael had taken a job as a city guide, working for a company that
specialized in novelty tours. His role was a circus ringmaster and he
was responsible for the “Dark Corners” tour, showing his group the red
light district and the bohemian quarters, a couple of murder scenes and
the suicide bridge. He enjoyed his job. He loved to be around people,
and he loved telling gruesome and bizarre anecdotes that sent shivers
down his listeners’ spine. Before he had found this job he had worked in
the circus and as a stripper – this was essentially the same, he just
didn’t have to get naked and show off his body.
Taking off his shoes was an ordeal. He could barely walk, let alone bend
over. He groaned and decided to keep his shoes on for the moment. Every
muscle in his body hurt. Most of all his balls.
“Bobby?” he shouted.
“I’m here!” the answer came from the kitchen.
Michael and Bobby had just moved in together. They had met at a public
swimming pool some time ago, and they immediately liked each other.
Michael had been in love from the second he saw him, and due to some
unusual circumstances they had gotten very intimate right away. But it
had taken some time until Michael had agreed to move in with Bobby.
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