I probably ought to feel worse about what we did to Jim Boomer, or rather, what we had him do to us, that last term at university, but when I start thinking back about that strange, singular semester, I just can't get around to feeling much remorse. On at least one level, he brought it all on himself. Lenny and I, old high school jerk-off buddies, had reuni...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to...
I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen? Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a cross...
The next day I slept in. When I finally roused after 10am, my stomach dropped when I saw a text message from Mel. "I enjoyed our date last night Petey. Hope you had a fun walk home. I'll see you soon." There was an attachment, which played a video of him laying me down the bed and fucking me. Mel had made another video of me last night, again without me eve...
The boy had no real name. He was the tanner's get, below even the whore's runts, responsible for soaking the hides in urine. The tanner called the child "Boy," long after the boy had left childhood behind. The town was large enough that most forgot to which tannery the young man belonged; everyone called him "the tanner's boy" for so long that it became his...
I The ball shot in high arc, zipped over the sunlit field, and double-tapped the trimmed grass. Swift as an acrobat, the left fielder snatched and threw the ball. Ivan slid back onto first base. Colt turned his face to golden-haired, gay Wesley and to khaki-haired, bi Kyle. "He slammed the ball toward left field," Colt said suggestively. "I guess he want...
"That's because they are not like dogs. If you under stimulate a raptor, it'll hate you. It won't demand affection by giving you loving licks. It's more likely to dive bomb you and scalp you." I explained. It seemed like ever since I got here, it was the only thing I said. "But every time I try to go in the enclosure, he attacks me. He won't let me get clos...
Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster. ***** Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which d...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, blackmail, non-consent, water-sports, even some gunge. ***** There is a certain begrudging camaraderie you reach with your adversaries that you're up against in court every day. As a young attorney just a couple years into my practice, I found some more obnoxious than o...
Okay guys, please no hate for starting yet another story but I actually have this written out to about three more installments so I'm going to upload this story in between writing and uploading my other stories (Gilded in Gold, Jail Bite, and Stone Cold Steele). This story will be part of a chain story with three central couples. Two will be homosexual male...