Male Inflation

At first glance Ian and Andrew wouldn't seem like they would get along: Ian was a morning person and loved the outdoors, Andrew was a night owl and preferred staying inside.  But as time went on they learned they had more in common than they thought, and gained an appreciation for things they didn't from each other.  On occasion Ian stayed out late, other times Andrew woke up early, and every so often they would wake up early or stay up late, depending on the other's inclination, and fuck like rabbits.

From the moment of his birth, Isaac knew nothing but privilege and wealth.  Born into the prestigious von Bargen line, he grew up with a retinue of servants tending to his needs before he could even speak or walk.  His youth was spent under the guidance of the finest tutors and scholars of the realm, educating him in stewardship, governance, and the natural sciences.  There was little his parents could not provide, and when his father died of consumption he inherited his titles and lands, and with them the means to satisfy his needs.  At least, for a while.

Wayne had been in some odd situations in his lifetime, that much was certain. Being inflated like a balloon, carried home like a cheap toy, tied down to a balcony railing and left to float in the breeze, however, certainly took the cake in his opinion. Even now the sensations of both the air swirling around inside him and the pressure it brought as well as the feeling of every cold winter breeze magnified against his taut, sensitive skin still felt indescribably alien to him.