Z Industries

Being very small and very smooth and fair skinned, it hadn’t been the first time he’d been asked if he was gay. He’d even had to fend off an older man, who kept complimenting his figure, and got a bit handsy at the bar. But Sam looked at Z and didn’t think it’d be much good, Z was a hulk of a man, his intimidating aura backed up by the faint scars that dotted his face. He filled out his clothes and his arms were easily the size of one of Sams thighs. In fact the difference in size made Sam think they were different species.

Whilst Sandie spoke Z couldn’t help but let his eyes wander from Sandie’s longish brown hair, down to his cute green eyes, to his reddish lips, and a smooth milky baby face, past a petite torso, to his small arms with the faintest hint of some muscle, but devoid of any hair, down to his skinny jeans, which gave no hint of a bulge. Z knew this boy’s dick could be no bigger than 5 inches; he might as well get use to a real dick. Z thought to himself that he’d be doing the kid a favour.

“Why don’t you come have a look at the room,” Z said with authority as he stood.