by DarqueBear and his Cuddle Cub I had seen him on my hikes often enough, but today I had actually forgotten to even watch for him. That is, until I came around a rock and found myself face to face with him; the most awesome creature in the North American woods, an adult male grizzly bear. He gave a startled snort and I was close enough to feel his hot bre...
They're always looking at my ass. Those big bodybuilders at the gym where I work out. It's flattering of course, but a little unnerving too. Like those two guys today, standing behind me over by the bench press weights -- I could see them in the mirror. They were talking and cracking jokes, and I'm sure they were eying my body from behind. That big hairy Ita...
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. **** Pretty Boy Humming a tune to himself, Cassius tri...
Phil was sitting alone on a nudist beach and just about to pack up and head home because the beach was deserted. He had driven over a hundred miles to get to this place and he was very disappointed. Instead of wall to wall cocks and beefy butts all he saw was empty sand and pounding surf. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, three stocky guys appeared and looked...
I've been single for a while. A sixty something six foot, hundred and ninety pound gay man with salt and pepper hair, a good job, and a modest paid for suburban home in a small Southern Ontario city. I'm too old for the bar scene. The music is too loud. The pretty boys aren't interested in an old fart, and I'm not interested in an unshaven, pot belly leathe...
Mark was dazed when he got home. He'd just been essentially raped in broad daylight by an older man, and with a witness to boot! This sure was a surreal introduction to sex. Mark pulled off his jogging clothes, and removed the torn shorts that were the cause of his being ravaged. Well, it's your own fault for wearing obscene shorts! He threw them in the...
Marynath the alchemist grimaced over his smoldering pentacle. Why isn't this working, he thought. The elements—expensive as they were—were now useless, only half-transmuted and fallen into piles of black-and-purple ash, lacking the vital humors to complete the recipe. Each should have liquified and polymerized, running into the center of the pentacle to be c...
(This is true story-hope you enjoy it.) It was the summer of 1997. I had just turned 24 and Chicago was in the midst of a series of humid, stifling hot days. The heat extended late into the night. Nobody was complaining given how long the cold lasted into the spring in the city. I had just broken up with my boyfriend. It had been an unsatisfying relationsh...
We called him Mr Pepperoni. I remember his last name started with a P but we could never pronounce it properly, no matter how many times he tried to correct us. I think he was from Lampedusa, or it could have been Malta or somewhere else, but he had grown up in Australia so he had an Australian accent. Mr Pepperoni was the most exotic creature I had ever se...
He was almost completely untouchable. Even in his tribe he was an anomaly, the rest of the friendly people tactile by normal standards, but to him they kept a respected distance, granting him the space the shaman deserved by some silent demand to keep all hands off of his smooth dark skin. I had been in the jungle for months now, watching him out of the corn...