A LOST WORLD WHERE DESIRE BRINGS FORTH AN ANCIENT EVIL * Ivan says 'I'll tell you a story. About a tramp-steamer, we'll call it 'The Caprona'. That wasn't its real name, but it will do for now. It was doing regular haulage work on the Pacific run when it fell foul of a raging typhoon, the kind of terrible storm mariners speak of in hushed tones. For long h...
This story contains characters 18+ Author's Note: Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter of The Fallen. Sorry if it took me so long to post. I am working on two other stories I plan on posting soon as well. As for you my readers, thank you for all the support and feedback! I have read your messages and comments and anyone is free to add me on Facebook! Rose...
Old King Severmist of the Orgas stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Thorodia and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus had failed. "How much longer will you hold against my might?" the...
At noon Bruce was on duty as Nathan passed the reception desk, carrying the bag of groceries, en route to his room. "Got locked in a grocery store overnight?" he called out, grinning because he knew from the night clerk that Nathan hadn't used his room that night. Curiosity had moved him to check downstairs to find out if he'd been fucking in one of the Bou...
The room was hot, I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back. Beside me, Luke still sniffled and shook but I didn't have the guts to touch him. "Please let me go." I gave Luke's pleading eyes a furtive glance but pussied out quick and fidgeted with the corner of the sheet. Fuck, his eyes had changed colour. Already. "I can't, Luke. It's too late for...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
Chapter 1 Marked My name is Asher Dreg, I'm fairly short with an average build. I have a fair complexion with brown hair and grey eyes. I'm 19, barely old enough to be away from home. I have no family to speak of, I was a war orphan. I was raised in the orphanage in a small village near the sea. I was alone for as long as i can remember. Our Village were m...
Chapter 3: Orientation, Part II The house, as Luke discovered, was largely a front. Walking behind Rex, his head cloudy with weed and mesmerized by the supple ass jiggling before him, he was dazed with what had just happened. Within minutes of his Monday beginning, the vestiges of his former life seemed stripped away—he had found his purpose as a himbro. He...
My Name is Bob. Today I am very comfortably bisexual. I have had relationships with both men and women. Yes, I am a bit of a metrosexual, but most people don't tag me as gay, just well put together. I am handsome, but not chiseled. Thin, but not too thin. At five foot six, I'm on the shorter side. Women like me both as a friend and as a sex partner. So do a...
The cable guy was due any minute. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town; electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinne...