I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...
(Written for specific fetish request by SA) "The Hamiltons have asked whether you can go to Lexington with Mr. Hamilton for the Dressage at Lexington competitions in July, Santo. You'd be his groom for the three days there, and if you worked out well, you could stay on helping them here at Ash Creek Farms for the rest of the summer before you go back to s...
He caught my eye as soon as he entered the classroom. Most of the other students were women and seemed to be comfortable with each other and their dogs. It was a night-class dog grooming class. He—his name turned out to be Cal—stuck out like a sore thumb. For one thing he was somewhat of a bruiser. He was good looking enough—in fact very good looking in a bo...
Evan was just preparing to lock up the stationery store he owned on a Friday night when a beefy guy came in. 'Sorry, I'm just about to lock up.' 'I know.' the big guy said. Evan felt a little panicked. Was this guy here to rob him? He took another good look at the stranger just in case e had to identify him to the police later. He was wearing a pair of sh...
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. ***** Stallions after Hours Jason yawned and stretched...
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...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
WARNING: this chapter contains incest between two brothers. This story is in no way true to the events of the story, or 'canon', and is merely a dream that the main character has. If you do not wish to read this chapter, please skip it and go on to chapter 8. Again, the events of this part are not true to the story and is merely a non-canon spin off. ***...
'Parcel for you.' the parcel delivery man said when Brad opened the door. 'Oh, thanks. Come on in.' Brad told him. The delivery man stepped inside and put the parcel down on the floor. As he did so Brad's eyes roamed over the fleshy butt tightly trussed up in the brown trousers. What a fine ass it was; Brad's imagination already had the man naked with his...
I loved weekends. Normally, my daily packed schedule wouldn't even spare me the time to go to the local gay nudist gym where I had enrolled, as I was a high school major, so I could only afford the time during weekends. I loved being nude in front of other nude guys, so the gym was the perfect place for me. It was just another Saturday morning and I went to...