Calvin's eyes burned as he slowly adjusted his blurry vision to the bright source of light pointing to his face. It took him a while to awaken from his slumber and assess his current situation: he was laying on a shabby double bed with two pillows, to its side there was a nightstand with a jar of water, an empty glass, a pill laid on top of a piece of paper...
Sorry for the wait (don't you hate it when real life gets in the way) - here's a little something while I polish off the next character story. Y All characters are 18 or older. SHOWTIME The curtains pulled back to reveal a tall, muscular, blond young man on a haystack (the haystack was actually foam rubber covered with a hay-patterned cloth, but no one...
Note: I am the original author of the story on furaffinity under the author/pen name Crimsonskies455 and Dog455 on sofurry. With some tweaks, I have made this story palatable for literotica. * The steaming hiss of shower water filled the locker room as a lone male stood underneath one of the many heads that dotted the locker room. His skin was a dark tan...
I needed to hurry him along. I had a train to catch. I dug my heels into the mattress and pushed up on my pelvis, changing the angle of his thrusts, such as they were, to being more direct, a bit deeper—ensuring that, when the thrusts picked up intensity as he neared ejaculation, he wouldn't dislodge from me. He was paying me extra for barebacking. It wouldn...
[This is a complete four-chapter novelette that will complete posting by mid-January, 2020.] "Tank, Yo, Tank. What am I going to do with you?" "Hey, look, Craig. I got to the third level. And I zapped the Black Orc." "Focus, Tank. I asked what am I'm going to do with you?" "Uh, is this a trick question, Craig? You said you'd come home and give me a massa...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan's upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and...
Cody moved over to the corner of the floor-to-ceiling plate-glass window of the penthouse party room at the top of the high-rise. At one angle we was looking down at the busy E. Colfax Avenue in Denver. The other wall of window overlooked the Denver Zoo. He took a swig of his drink more so that it looked like he was drinking than that he wanted to drink. In...
The sound of the toilet flushing took my attention away from the soft melody of the music in the background, not quite loud enough for me to recognize the tune, but something for me to try to concentrate on in my nervousness. I had no idea why I had agreed to this, why I was here. It was a studio apartment, but the room was large. There was a living and din...
Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort. Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville...