Let's not waste time!

- Ren, for God's sake, what are you doing!

- Mr. Tanaka, you're not the only one I work for as a pool cleaner to pay my tuition, so...

- Ren, boy, when I watched you work so hard at our pool, I thought a big boy like you would be hungry, so I invited you for this little meal.

- Mr. Tanaka, I know exactly how this is going to end, so let's not waste any time.
- Uh-huh...

- Relax, I'll be eating this really small meal, by the way, Mr. Tanaka, Mr. Ito, where I work on Mondays, always provides me with five gallons of high-protein powder, and Mrs. Ito is preparing two dozen roast chickens and several kilos of potato salad, so...

- It's okay, Ren, I'll call the cook in a moment...

- Okay, so, to continue, I'll eat here and you'll suck me off, just please don't choke.

- Uh-huh, will I...

- No, Mr. Tanaka, nothing more. Besides, please be reasonable. With such a size difference, it wouldn't be good for you!

The barbarian prince is hungry

He's just returned from a light meal.
Well, maybe he overdid it a bit...
Three roasted oxen at once have bloated him a bit, but he's still growing boy and has a great metabolism; in an hour he'll have a flat stomach again.

But he's hungry, hungry for love, of course.

While he ate, several nobles tended to him and tried to "satisfy" him, but these ridiculous, tiny, weak people couldn't even "milk" him properly.
So he goes to his chambers, where his guards are already waiting for him: a dozen carefully selected, the biggest and strongest warriors in the kingdom – they, by combining their forces, will be able to satisfy him. But not for long...

The barbarian prince is still waiting, hoping that one day someone as big and horny as him will appear, and then his hunger will be sated...

On the way to the gym

 Naoki (as you can see) is a charming and rather large guy who can't wait to finally get to the gym and start working out. Of course, the first exercise he does upon arriving at the gym will require a partner with a fairly strong build...

You must have big balls to come to our gym, boy!

 - You must have big balls to come to our gym, boy! - the weretiger menacingly muttered, or perhaps growled, to the boy standing before him - Aren't you afraid of what might await you here?
The boy clearly wasn't afraid, because he paid no attention to these words, gazing dreamily and absently at the weretiger's enormous, hairy chest. He didn't react nervously when the muscular, hairy creature approached and placed a large hand on his back, his penis resting on his thigh. He simply placed his hand on the weretiger's buttocks.
- No, I'm Isamu, and I'm not afraid of anything - the boy's voice was calm and melodic - and I have big balls, do you want to pet them?
The weretiger felt a little uneasy.
"Fuck, what an impudent human pup, but actually, if you look closely, he's more muscular than me, and I'm the king of this gym!" he thought. "Hey, maybe he just artificially pumped himself up with some drugs or something." 
- You think you have a chance here, human pup? Look at my cock, you see, it's bigger than yours.
- Bigger, you say? - Isamu was clearly amused - Wait until I get hard, and you'll see what 'big' means.
- You know my cock is pushed by a quarter ton of steel muscle, can you handle it?
 - I can handle it, but can you handle my 300 kilograms of rather lean muscle? - Isamu replied calmly - And you know, I'm considered a rather strong guy.
The weretiger was clearly starting to panic, especially since the boy's hand squeezing his buttocks clearly proved he wasn't lying. 
- But - Isamu continued in a polite voice - I didn't come here for small talk, but for real action, because no human in this town can satisfy me, and I've heard you weretigers are much stronger and hornier. So, shall we begin? 
Did our brave, nameless (well, he does have a name, but he definitely wouldn't want to reveal it) weretiger agree? 
Of course. 
His pride wouldn't let him refuse. 
Did he manage to satisfy Isamu? 
Unfortunately, no... 
Poor Isamu had to leave his hometown and go to Muscle Academy, where, as a sweet little boy (in the eyes of the students, of course), he quickly became a local favorite.

Kenzo, you really need to be milked.

Kenzo, deeply offended, stood in the schoolyard, refusing to move. 
- But Kezno, you really need to be milked - Shota tried to convince his friend again - Because, you know, if we don't, you'll flood the whole class with cum again!
-  I already told you I don't want it - Kenzo muttered angrily through gritted teeth - And I don't need it.
- Kenzo, please, why are you so stubborn? - Shota's gentle voice seemed to have a magical power, capable of calming the wildest animal - You see, you're 'leaking' again." If I don't milk you, you'll ejaculate with full force in fifteen minutes at most.
- No - Kenzo's voice seemed to soften.
- But I'm asking you so nicely
- No - Kenzo was stubborn, but his voice seemed uncertain - Besides, you milked me at home for a good half hour before we left for school.
- But that was three-quarters of an hour ago!
- So, quite recently, right?
- But Kenzo, why don't you want to? You like it when I do it to you, don't you?
- Yeah...
- Then let me...
- No!
- Kezno, please - Shota whispered these words passionately and looked at his huge friend as gently as a puppy.
- But look at those old geezers gathered around the playground; they'll be staring at us.
- Oh, since when does that bother you? Dude, you walk around with your dick hanging out all year long, masturbating in the middle of the street whenever you feel like it and it doesn't bother you.
- But you know - Kezno lowered his voice - I do it MYSELF. In fact, they even expect me to. You think I don't know they call me a "walking sperm factory" and "The Guy with the Big Elephant Trunk"? But now they'd be staring at YOU too!
- I know, but oh well, I'll get over it.
- But I don't want to! - Kenzo raised his voice, his face flushing - I don't want them talking about you because I, because I...
Shota, surprised by his friend's behavior, stared at him silently. Kezno also fell silent and stood still, but after a moment he spoke quietly and a bit shyly:
- Because I love you, Shota...

The Doctor and His Favorite Patient

Kazuhiro Yamada is a truly excellent doctor, some say a true medical genius. So why does someone like him work in a second-rate school?
The reason for this decision is sitting right next to him, it's his favorite patient - Isamu.
And why is this undoubtedly charming (and, it must be admitted, impressively built) young man his favorite?
Mainly for two reasons: Dr. Yamada is a very impatient man and his blood boils when, on his command "please take off your shirt/pants/clothing", a patient gets nervous and takes off his clothes for 10-15 minutes, while Isamu (as you can see in the presented photo) has no such problem (yes, these are Isamu's everyday and only clothes); secondly: Yamada hates it when patients ask "why do I have to take these pills, do I really need them?", and when at the first visit he told Isamu "boy, you look pathetic, here are some special pills", our charming boy did not ask him any questions and swallowed everything the doctor told him to.
Although some of his friends thought the side effects (i.e. Isamu actually ejaculated all the time) were a bit “troublesome”, Isamu didn’t care at all (he didn’t even care that some, behind his back, of course, called him a “walking sperm factory” or “our milk bull”), and many of his best friends thought it was an “adorable trait”.
Oh, I forgot, there was another reason: the doctor diagnosed that Isamu had very delicate skin and needed someone to caress it daily (of course, appropriately gently and lovingly) with a special lotion.
Of course, that someone was the doctor himself. After all, as a responsible person, he couldn’t leave the boy in the hands of some uneducated pseudo-doctor, right?
So the doctor takes care of his favorite patient’s health and delicate skin every day, worrying about his “weak physique” every day and giving him his healing pills.
Although as a result, Isamu grows and grows, so the doctor has more and more work (you know, more surface to rub the lotion on...), but he doesn't complain.
Although it's possible that if this continues, Isamu, in addition to being his favorite patient, will become his only patient... 

Easter parade

 A traditional part of the Muscle Academy student Easter parade was the election of the year's horniest "bunny." The participants were divided into several categories, but the most spectacular was the category of xxL students.