The Altered Boy
the boy's chest had filled out with thick muscles, and was growing over with grey fur--it was almost impossible to see the young man in him anymore. "hello, pastor." the wolf woman spoke, through black, smiling lips.
Good Boy
Yote let out a soft canine purr at the feeling of the leather around his throat, admiring his handiwork in the mirror before sliding to his knees at the foot of the bed, facing the door.
Good Boy
It wasn't long before the man let out a dominating howl and slammed his fat knot inside of the boy's rump, seeding the pup and pulling him against his hard body by his hip and tail.
The Birthday Boy
They drove around to the back of the motel and paula pointed out the room and thankfully it was on the ground floor of the two-story structure and the parking space in front of it was open.
Birthday Boy
"well it is the boy's birthday after all," master said. "alright, i'm game. but first, i better clean this mess up," marty cut in.
Bad Boy
He continued, this next one coming free a little easier as it was smaller than the previous. the trend continued, all the way down until the 10th and final bead came loose, the string falling down and bouncing off his chest.
Nature Boy
He munched pawfuls of popcorn one after the next, sneaking glances at his sister all the while. despite the fight and everything that followed, the sight of samantha illuminated by only the fluorescent silver of the tv still took his breath away.
Pool Boy
Soon the rabbit's face winced and he bucked up hard into the boy's tailhole with firm, hammering thrusts, holding the boys hips and delivering his cock as deep as he could.
Boys and Their Toys
He moved his unrestrained arms around a bit as he felt the boys unchaining his legs. when he was free of the bindings, he propped himself up and looked back at the two.
The Lost Boy
the footsteps stopped outside the door and something thumped against the wall. "they're outside!" antares hissed. he ran to seanne and grabbed the child by the arm. one hand closed over the boys muzzle to stop him crying out. "you need to keep quiet!
The New Boy
I was one of the guys, i could beat up most of the boys in my grade and even some of the older boys were afraid to cross me. if it got out that i was crushing on the new boy i'd never live it down!
A Fortunate Boy
I came down the stairs, and i could see my father reading the local paper in his favorite chair. the back of it was to me, so i could see the headline quite clearly.