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This story does contain some violence and gory scenes!
Mickey (Daddy) Ray
***A reminder that "My Boy Toy" is copyrighted and is the exclusive property of Mickey Ray, AKA "Daddy", of Artistic Affairs in Binghamton, NY. The author may be contacted by email at firstname.lastname@example.org. "My Boy Toy" may not be used, edited or altered, directly or indirectly, in part or in whole, for any commercial purposes without express permission from the author.
The content is adult, sexual reading material which is primarily homoerotic in nature, contains particular sexual fetishes and is meant for entertainment purposes only. The author takes no responsibility for illegal accessing of this material to minors. All characters are fictional and any similarities of names or personalities with real persons are purely coincidental. Today, things being what they are, the author neither approves nor condones unsafe sex. ~ Daddy
My name is Maximillian Van
Order. I know you aren't going to believe what I'm telling you, but it's the
truth, every bless
If you're lucky enough to
survive, you will one day, like myself, reach those
“senior“ years. Now I'm speaking about fifty-nine-plus years
specifically. We all know that adolescents believe their thirty-plus parents
are old, so I'm not going by the generational, twenty year variance as my
measuring tool, but rather those years that society has, in general, label
It's not until you're there that you totally understand that life is hardly over and that you are still sexually vital and, as in my case, if you've taken reasonable care of your body, your stamina is still strong and your cravings even stronger.
Unlike the Greeks of old who
One such character is my
neighbor, Douglas. He's the son of one of my former students. (I'm a recently,
Of course I can't deny the
boy is handsome. Correct me, he is more likely compared to
being pretty. A combination of Eros and Aphrodite, with ivory skin and hair as
black as night. His b
Over the years I watch
You might have
He was an
admirable poet in his own right, but simply did not have the patience to
appreciate the nuance of translation, and so he set out to deftly maneuver me
into supplying the translations he ne
misfortune was that he was not unwise to subtle come-ons, and when I wrote him
a poem which suggest
I stood shock
I frantically pac
An alabaster slab
with the likeness of Zeus came into my line of site, and half in jest and but
with full emotion, I call
A sudden wave of
nausea swept over me! The room began to distort and everything in it starting
disappearing into a blinding ball of light. I squeez
In the glass case
where I kept my ring displays, one of the rings had a distinct teal aura
pulsating from it. I walk
I set my right
hand on top of the glass case, directly over the extraordinarily minute, nearly neon, light
that surround the ancient ring within. The moment my hand land
Of course I imm
The moment the
ring was solidly in place on my finger, the smoke, the light, all of it, revers
Okay, just for the moment, I told myself, suspend your disbelief. If this were some sort of Greek legend, why would Zeus put this ring on my finger and what would be its purpose? What had I said earlier? Something to the effect that I would show Douglas he wasn't so big?
Yes, that was it.
So now what? The most logical thing that came to my mind was that the ring
might make him small. Really small, I hop
Stop being rational, I told myself. Just for a minute. Don't think. Just suppose….just maybe… Oh fuck it! Go for it!
I look around the
room and I saw a large wooden bowl that I kept fruit in. I walk
Thinking about that event, I look
I said again and
several times more using various inflections and even commanded it in Greek. Still, nothing
berating a disob
I felt the wooden
bowl vibrate between my fingers as it proportionately began to shrink down. I stood, my mouth agape as I watched, incr
“Stop! Stop” I
thinking I command
Touch! I have to touch it!
The rest of that night and half way to morning I ran around the house shrinking and growing things. I found that although the ring was on my right hand, I could use either or both hands to alter things. My poor Yorkshire Terrier, Onasis, eventually ran and hid from me after I'd alter him from the size of a cockroach to that of a Shetland pony.
Oh yes, I'd even
done some self-experimentation; making myself taller and hitting my head rather
badly on the twelve foot ceiling, to limiting the growth to specific body
parts. If I could touch it, I could alter it, without pain or any noticeable
side effects. While I grew, my skeleton, heart, lungs, all other organs and the skin around my body stretch
I certainly enjoy
Two weeks had gone by and
incredibly, people accept
Of course, Douglas was too self
I couldn't help
but notice he wore extraordinarily tight denims that hid very little of what
was beneath them, and he blatantly rubb
“Man, I am so
horny to cum, I can't stand it,” he said as soon as he had rubb
But, I want
I'd been very
busy creating and building a two wall
The newly divided section was eight
square feet, mostly for my own comfort and maneuverability. Within that
room, I construct
I had ask
Theo, a very
As much as I car
Douglas' Room had its own tiny outlets that plugg
I had some shelving, which I clear
Of course I had
to find out how well all this amazing magic would work with modern technology.
The computer was
I can't explain
how it all manag
When the room was
complete, I set a pre-shrunken vacuum cleaner and dust feather along side the
shelves. For the final touch, I place small video cameras at various, strategic
locations. Then I construct
I could barely contain my exuberance when the day finally arrived when all my plans would be set into motion. Doug graduated and would begin his sophomore year after the summer break. I grinned at what a summer this would be for my little man.
During the last few weeks he had hinted at how much he badly needed to get away from his nagging grandparents that he lived with. His own parents were long divorced and separated, leaving him with a large trust and in the care of his mother's cold and aloof parents. While he had more than enough money to travel anywhere he wanted, he thought it would be in my best interest if I financially supported his travels to Europe.
There was no way I was going to do that, but on the pretense that I would have ten thousand dollars in Traveler's Checks for him on the day he was to leave for the airport, I now merely waited in painful anticipation for my doorbell to ring.
That familiar sound was like a new symphony to me. I practically ran to the door and had to settle myself down by the time I opened it to the handsome, greedy, little shit that greeted me on the other side with a smug, self-satisfied grin and waving an envelope which I assumed where his flight tickets.
He walked in, or should I say he strutted in, self-assured and cocky, as well as excited and in good spirits about his upcoming adventures. He had no idea of what was about to happen.
“Come in,” I said as he passed me, lightly tapping the envelope at my head.
“My tickets, Professor Max,” he turned and smiled that heart melting smile of his. “I'm on my way to a new and exciting time in my life!”
“Indeed you are, Doug,” I volunteered.
“Got my checks?” he asked.
“Right in my office, at my desk. Shall we have a toast and celebrate your freedom from academia as we retrieve your financial boon?” I said as I walked ahead into my office, not waiting for his reply. He dutifully followed.
“Sure. Why not? I'm really glad you're being a good sport about this, Max,” he happily babbled behind me.
My eyes nearly crossed in anger at hearing him use my name so familiarly. Still, I maintained calmness. He would be my Achilles of Troy and I his Odysseus of Greece. Beware of Greeks baring gifts, my boy. But then, you never would really learn Greek history, mythological or otherwise.
I kept my office in good order with everything in its place. I like order. The only exception was the small area I kept an exercise bike, a bench and some weights I used regularly, to keep my heart rate and blood pressure in good health, and to keep most of the weight down. I'd left a few towels about, and some dirty socks and jock strap I'd discarded and just hadn't put in the laundry as yet.
I went to the small bar on the opposite end of the room and asked him, “What's you poison, kiddo?”
“Chivas and water would be cool.” He said.
Chivas, cool…, I thought. Soon, so very soon, and I poured our cool drinks. I handed him his and went to the desk. I picked up an envelope stuffed with torn, typing paper, the approximate size of travelers checks. “Your money.”
He sipped his drink and set it on my office desk. He then walked over to me his hand stretched out to accept the envelope.
I held it back. “Ah, ah, ah! I have a surprise for you.”
He looked at me with a doubtful wince. “Surprise?”
“Twice as much money, if you are willing to earn it!” I told him.
“Earn it? How?” he asked, with a mischievous grin of knowing.
“Nothing like that, I assure you. No touching, just looking and testing your stamina,” I added, “and maybe your strength of will, too.”
“Okay, what's the deal?” He asked suspiciously, but not being nearly suspicious enough.
“Next to my weight bench are two dumbbells. Each one weighs twenty-five pounds. You lie on the floor and when I say go, you hold them at your side, parallel to your body, wrists down, and begin to raise them up. Each time you raise them up, bringing them all the way in back of your head and then return them down to their original position, I'll add five hundred dollars in Traveler's Checks to your bounty. Ten lifts and you get five thousand dollars! However…”
“Ah! I knew there had to be some catch.” He said.
“No, no. I said no touching. But it is a test of concentration and will power, you must complete ten full lifts, up and back again. Understood?”
“That's it? Lift those little guys up and back from a lying position ten times? Hah! Easy money! A gift!”
“There is one more thing. I did say it was a test of concentration and will power. I will be kneeling at your head jacking my cock off over your face.”
“Oh, shit, I knew there was some faggoty thing you were going to pull! Bull shit”
I held my hand up. “No touching I said. My cock or my balls won't touch any part of you,” I promised, “At most, my knees may press against your shoulders to keep my balance.
I continued on, seeing his resolve weakening. “You just have to see if you can concentrate on what you're doing and win that money. Or, Douglas, I find out that you have not been totally honest about your sexuality and that I can distract you from your prize merely by beating my cock in front of you. The quicker you lift the weights, the sooner the test will end. If you're not gay, seeing me whacking off shouldn't make any difference to you at all!
“Like I said, 'Easy money', a gift!”
He stood silent for a moment, went over to the desk and picked up his drink. He turned and looked at me with his drink and winked, “Cheers!” He drank it down and got down on the carpeted floor of my office. “Hand me those little puppies.”
I walked over to the dumbbells which were engrave with the legend 25 lbs. on them. In preparation of this moment, I had mentally added 10 extra pounds to each of them.
He took them and as I expected examined them. “Yeah, twenty-five. Cute little buggers, ain't they?” He set them on the floor in position for the first lift.
“Wait,” I said. “I have to be in position first.” I took off my shoes, shirt and pants, got down on the floor and knelt over him in my briefs. My knees were on each side of his head and quite imperceptivity brushed the top of his shoulders. I reached in the opening of my brief and pulled out my ten inch cock which had already begun to react to this torrid fantasy. My balls followed and hung heavily just above the bridge of his nose, but not touching any part of him.
“Jesus, Max, who'd of thought the old professor had a horse dick?” He chided.
“Oh, this is nothing, Douglas. I'm not even hard yet.” He was in for quite a visual surprise, among other things!
“Yeah, right. Like I care. Let's get this show on the road. I got a plane to catch in three hours.”
“Very well, my impatient pupil,” I said as I started pulling on my cock, “Go!”
He raised his arms up with the weights tightly grasped in his hands. “Up and …back and …up and down. One! That's five hundred!”
“That's right, Douglas, five hundred, but nothing if you don't finish,” I reminded him and my cock stiffened as I added another inch to its length, and with my knees touching his shoulders, I began a slow deliberate shifting of his body weight and size. Making sure his shoulders never lost contact with my touch, he was getting smaller and smaller with every lift.
“Two,” he said, then “Three!”
My cock now loomed over him a good twelve inches going on thirteen. I no longer needed to stretch my cock, as he was beginning to visibly become smaller. So busy in his task, he had no idea he was changing, only that the weights had seem to be getting heavier and heavier with each lift.
I kept beating my cock and I could feel the heat of a climax fast approaching.
“Four …uh, ….five …,” he was panting heavily and I had to move my knees in to accommodate his size change. “Christ, this is getting heavy and …damn how fucking big is your cock? S-s-six…, wait, what the fuck is going on?”
The dumbbells were now far too big for his smaller hands to grasp and he could barely lift them.
“What the fuck is happening?” He looked back at me and all his small face could see was my looming balls. He was now about three feet tall and I was about to bath him in cum!
“I am your Trojan horse, my Achilles, and here is my gift to you!”
He began to shrink at a greater rate, disappearing into the jogging suit he wore. I looked down at his beautiful, shrinking face and felt the first rush of my cum erupt upwards and out of the head of my cock and onto the small man who was becoming even smaller as I showered my cum on his handsome face. He raise his arms trying to stop the rain of jism, but it was a useless effort.
I came again and again and dumped all of it on him. When I stopped cumming I stopped his shrinking. He was now about eight inches tall, but lying prone, most of him was covered in an abundance of cloth and cum.
“What? What have you done to me?” He coughed through the cum that inevitably filled his open mouth. He uselessly tried to wipe his face, but his hands and arms were no less covered in my spunk.
“It's all for you, my little, big man,” I leaned down to him. “And that's only the beginning! You and I are going to have lots of fun together!” I said as I took my fingers and lifted him from under the pile of his now oversized clothing. I stood him up, but he dropped back down again, weak from shock and too stunned to really fathom what had happened just now. His jet black hair was plastered to his head by the wet cum that still dripped from him. He sat with his legs outstretched and helpless as I rose to my full height above him. I bent to remove the dumbbells and as I came back up, one had slipped from my hand and fell down. It landed directly on top of my little man and completely smashed him!
I stood absolutely rock still staring wide-eyed and agape at what I had done. I fell to my knees and hesitantly reached for the weight that lie on top of Douglas, fearing what I would see.
When I lifted the weight, there was nothing there! I looked at the rounded bottom of the weight that landed on the boy, and there he was; some cartoonish version of Douglas flattened, spread out like gum on the sole of a shoe. I took my other hand and literally peeled his body from the killing dumbbell.
What had I done? How was this possible? I sat the incredible figure that once was a beautiful young man down on the carpet and stared at him. I felt the tears building and all I could see in my mind, was the boy as he was before the weight fell on him; naked, tiny, adorable, fragile and alive.
And after I wiped the moisture from my eyes, that is exactly what I was looking at. A naked, tiny, adorable, fragile, and living boy sitting there as he had been just before the weight came crashing down upon him. He looked up at the giant before him with confusion and fear.
I began to laugh loudly with relief as Douglas covered his small ears from my booming voice and held his head down. Certainly far more shocked and confused than I was.
I had to think. What was I going to do? It was real, but yet it wasn't. My mind was creating and setting all my limitations and boundaries, or expanding them as I saw fit. It was like a living dream. Or was it a dream? Is it a dream? How do you prove to yourself in your dream that you are awake. When you do wake, or believe you have woken, you recall how very real the dream was, but only when you consider, in recall, how fantastic the occurrences of that “dream“ were, you realize you were dreaming. But what if you aren't awake yet and only dream that you woke, thinking you just woke from a dream? I moaned in frustration.
Okay, first, let's get him somewhere safe and out of the way, I told myself. I carefully picked him up in my hand and carried him to the basement. By the time I'd gotten there he's passed out.
I quickly put my little man down into his box and onto his cot, sealed it shut and ran to the bathroom, stripped myself of my underwear and socks and stepped into the tub. Closing the curtain around myself, my hand went to the faucet and turned on the cold water and let it run. Counting to ten, I reached for the small lever that allowed the water to go from faucet to showerhead. Pull! I was suddenly blasted in a painful beating jet of artic water. That first spray stung and shocked my body. I stood gritting my teeth and holding on to the nearby safety bar as the glacial spray pummeled me. Grabbing the soap, I scrubbed myself in the icy downpour, feeling every cell of my skin pucker into tiny goose bumps and turn a light tint of blue from the unrelenting, frigid torrent of self abuse I was enduring.
As I rinsed the soap from my body, I slapped my face. I repeated it twice in rapid succession and then called myself an idiot for slapping myself!
If this was a dream, I'd never felt anything so real as the convulsive shivering that racked my body when I turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. My teeth chattered, and I warned myself I had better get warm again. And just like that, the coldness was gone. I felt perfectly fine. No goose bumps, no shivering, no teeth gnashing, just a calm, comfortable warmth. My body temperature was normal.
I looked up and noticed my face in the reflection of the mirror. I stepped closer and stared at the clean shaven man looking back at me. Without taking my eyes away, I leaned into the mirror and I tried to imagine myself with a moustache. And as I did, I watched the hairs start to sprout out from under my nose and around my upper lip. I watched them gather and take on the shape my imagination dictated. It was amazing! A little more here, a little less there, mix the colors, some red, dark browns, I was both the painter and sculptor of my own face.
Okay, while we're at it, let's get rid of those depressing bags below my eyes that the years have seen fit to chisel and erode into my current countenance. Instead of valleys of depression making up those mouth lines, they now filled in to become gentle dips that gave character rather than exposed condemned aging.
And, as long as I was sprouting hair…!
No! Stop! Easy does it. Let's leave yourself recognizable to those who do know you, I told myself. And so my receding hair would keep, and I set the moustache back to a starting growth, along with a measure of beard to match. At least I would already know how they would look when they were complete and best of all, I not only could hasten the growth, but I would never again have to touch a razor to my face!
What next? I'd already did the obvious in expanding my cock size and I admired its long, heavy pendulant swing as I moved about.
Appendix scar? Gone! Pubic hairs? Neatly trimmed in delicate but sensual topiary. Fingernails, toenails¾given a most professional manicure and pedicure. And best of all…magical liposuction! I could never get rid of that indulgent little excess that settled itself around my middle, but with just a wisp of thought, away it went.
Anything was possible! I was creating my own reality. I could barely ponder the possibilities there were so many. I'd have had an easier chance at saying exactly how many people named Smith live on the planet than contemplate the numerous opportunities this magic allowed me. But little by little the incomprehensible became more manageable. I had all the time in the world to do whatever came to mind. No need to panic or rush. The boy was flattened like a pancake, but at the mere thought, at the memory of his former existence, he returned to that living image. He was invincible, but totally within my realm of power and reality.
Now THAT was something! I didn't know if I could do the same for myself, and I wasn't about to flatten myself to find out, but it did present some very intriguing possibilities of things I could enjoy with my new boy toy!
Still naked, I returned to the basement and my little man. He was awake. He was crouched, kneeling at his cot as if in prayer. How beautiful he looked. A living, porcelain doll, looking none worse for the wear after having been rained in cum then flattened and peeled from the dumbbell I'd accidentally dropped on him.
“Douglas.” I said softly, so not to frighten him any more than he was already.
He looked up at me with tremendous awe and fear, but said nothing. He sat on his rear and backed away into a corner of his little room. He curled his knees to his chest, wrapped his little arms around his legs and looked away from me.
I put in a speaker system so, when he spoke within his box, I could hear him in almost a normal tone outside the box. He obviously had nothing to say. What could one say under the circumstances?
While I felt sorry for him, I couldn't resist touching him. I had to hold my eternal living doll, my little boy toy!
I opened the lid and reached down inside. He instinctively raised his arms for protection, but there was little he could do.
I carried him over and sat in a lounge chair in my basement. I lifted him up and held him gently within my fist from his waist down. I brought him very close to my face and blew a breath at his hair. It was still moist and sticky from my cum, as was his face and much of his upper body. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his body, his arms and his face, cleaning him as a mother dog would her new born puppy. I lapped at him, front and back, through all his twists and feints to avoid my attentions to him.
I held his upper body with my thumb and first three fingers of my other hand as I opened my fist and began the cleaning ritual on his lower half. Using my tongue, I pressed his tiny body against my palm and licked his stomach, his legs and of course, his genitals. It was the first time I'd seen them. Even at this proportion, they looked exciting and delicious, so I gave them a good bath as well. Against his will, I'm sure, he became fully erect under my administrations to his cock. It was adorable to see that tiny thing bouncing about in turgid excitement.
I had to taste him. I lifted his little feet to my mouth and began to slide him onto my tongue until nearly every part of him was within my mouth. I closed my lips around him, holding his exposed head, chest and arms between my fingers as I sucked on the rest of him. I closed my eyes and felt him within my mouth. My tongue swirled around, moving his legs and torso up against the sensitive roof of my mouth. The more I tasted him, the more rapture I felt. My cock hardened with excitement. I kept swirling him around as much as I could, trying to avoid biting him, when I realized that if I did bite him, it wouldn't matter, I could fix him again.
I began to eat him! I bit down and severed his torso. I felt the squirt of warm, sweet liquid burst onto my tongue and pushing the remaining, upper half of him between my lips and into my mouth I couldn't help but see the complete shock upon his face. His little arms waved frantically as they disappeared between my lips.
I began to totally taste my little man. I tossed him around in my mouth like a French delicacy, pressing and squeezing him between my tongue and pallet so to savor every sweet, salty and tender part of him. and before I knew it I was chewing him, grinding him between my molars, tasting the smaller bits of his crunchy bones, saccharin flesh and chewy sinew that mixed with my own saliva. My mind swirled with delight, and my erection both grew and thickened with purpose.
My cock whipped about as the head enflamed a deep purple. When the last morsel slid down my throat, I came once again. Without touching myself, I shot another load of cum. It sprayed out, up and warmly splattered down over my chest and stomach as I lay back in my chair, savoring the remaining after-taste of my little man! Ah! Douglas, you are so delicious!
Now I would have to wait until my body was ready to give up my boy. Instead of allowing natural chemistry to disperse my boy toy into a multitude of elements with only the worst and unnecessary ones to become waste product, I used my mind to reassemble him into going right down into my lower intestines and to come out with the rest of my shit.
I mentally hastened the process and so, an hour later, sitting on my toilet and contemplating Douglas’ most humiliating egress, I began to feel his inevitable exodus. Mixed within a most pleasurable turd, Douglas squeezed out of my rectum and floated about in my toilet, quite in tact, if not smelling his best. Both he and the turd measured a mere six inches.
Before wiping myself and burying him in a mass of toilet paper, I picked him from the bowl and brought him over to the sink I'd already filled with warm soapy water and let him soak there while I finished my own personal ablutions. After cleaning myself I went back to him and began to gently bathe him. Cleaned of any remaining feces and odor, I drained the dirty water from the sink, picked him up and set him down into the tub. I then increased his growth to a full forty-eight inches. Big enough to enjoy him physically, but certainly no threat to me. He looked up at me with very sad, brown eyes and quietly let me administer to him. My little man.
I removed the shower hose from its holder and brought it down to him. Kneeling at the tub, I turned on the hot and cold taps, adjusted the water temperature, and rinsed him under a gentle spray of warm water. I stood him up and admired him as he rose to his four foot height, very wet and humbled. We were eye to eye. His body was perfectly in proportion, muscular and wonderfully toned. Not a mark on him that would speak of what his body had just been through. His cock swayed temptingly before me.
“Ah, there's my little man. All spic and span and looking as lovely as the day I met him. Just smaller and more docile.
“How did you like my little experiment, hey?” I asked him earnestly as I tossed him a towel. He dried himself down, barely taking his eyes off of me. I'm sure he was wondering what it God's name I was going to do with him next.
I picked him up as one would a small child and raised him over my head, his cock to my lips. I began to softly lick and lap at it, taking his small testicles into my mouth every so often and lovingly laving them, his cock rose to full erection. I brought him back down and held him away from me to get a complete picture. He turned his head to the side, his eyes shut, embarrassed by his body's betrayal.
I stood him on the edge of the tub, brought my mouth to his cock and began to suck it. I siphoned his cock until he couldn't help but shoot his cum. It spurted violently and sweetly into my mouth, again and again. My little guy shot a considerable, man-size load of cum which I kept within my mouth until I had drained him of every drop he had to offer.
I removed his cock from between my lips and brought his small, delicate face to mine. Holding the back of his head, I pushed my mouth to his and fed him his own spunk, kissing and tonguing him all the while. He had no choice but to swallow it and I kept my mouth on his until he'd gotten all of it down. I gently kissed his lips two or three times afterwards and gathered him into my arms as I rose from the floor.
“Come my boy, we have a great deal to talk about,” I said as I carried him from the bathroom like a baby. My boy toy.
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If you, viewing this page, are one of the artists, or know how to contact the artists, please write to me. I would very much like to create a solo page of that work. All should contact me via firstname.lastname@example.org or Master_D@stny.rr.com.
UNKNOWN POSER ARTISTS
Contact with these render artists!
At this page,are several unsigned works.
Feel free to send me the artist's name and contact address, if you know it!
MY PERSONAL PAGES!
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This page contains photo and artwork images of young and older men and erotic relationships between the two. If you find this subject objectionable, I suggest you move on to another page or another site!
The new pages for Daddys & Sons ~ Older/Younger
Men's photos and toons.
The pages at Daddy's Men & Boyz, also contains photos and artwork images of
young and older men and erotic relationships between the two. If you find this subject
objectionable, I suggest you move on to another page or another site!
These are erotic, animated gifs that I've
received via the Internet and/or email!
Got similar, short videos you'd like to share?
Send them to me and I'll place them here!
They MUST be animated gifs or bitmaps, NOT full
(What I will NOT
female genitalia or heterosexual interaction
The pages at Daddy's Men & Boyz, also contains photos and artwork images of young and older men and erotic relationships between the two. If you find this subject objectionable, I suggest you move on to another page or another site!
These are erotic, animated gifs that I've received via the Internet and/or email!
Got similar, short videos you'd like to share? Send them to me and I'll place them here!
They MUST be animated gifs or bitmaps, NOT full length videos.
(What I will NOT post)
female genitalia or heterosexual interaction
MY EROTIC ART
(All the artwork, logos, and icons (indicated with ©) on my pages are copyright protected and were created by me and may not be used by anyone else without express permission from me or from Artistic Affairs© )
Computer Graphics ~ Portrait Artwork
& ADULT GRAPHICS
Multiple pages of erotic photos dedicated to guys who enjoy their socks fetish, in whichever way they choose ~ Top, Bottom or going Versatile.
This page is dedicated to my socks fetish!
Artwork by artists like Etienne, Stephen and more!!
All especially dedicated to the Sox Fetish!
A WHOLE LOT MORE SOX!
SOME OF MY FAVORITE, ANONYMOUS, SOX PIX
FROM DONORS AND FROM THE INTERNET!
RAUNCHY SOX, JOX 'N' SOX, BONDAGE SOX & MORE!
Click these raunchy sox!
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