This is my first ever submission, it is a fiction with elements taken from my real life. I will be grateful for any feedback but please be encouraging though... I'd love to write more and it's taken quite a lot of courage for me to put this out there in the first place. Thanks. ************ I sat listening to Charlie excitedly tell me about the ballet tha...
By PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (What follows is a work of fiction. Enjoy the fantasy, but please do not confuse it with reality. None of the incidents portrayed happened, and none of the characters are meant to depict actual persons, living or dead. This story contains descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If such offends you or is illegal fo...
Chapter Five Sunday, August 25th, 1985 Kyle felt the warmth under him as he fluttered, waking early on this day. He had a broad, bright smile, for today was special. He felt the ruffle of Mike's callused hand, and wondered how he always knew that Kyle was awake. Softly he moved up the dark mat of chest fur and curled under his chin. "Hey," Mike said. "Ha...
Wednesday, December 21st, 1988 Kyle picked up the dishes from the supper table as Mike pulled on his leather jacket and boots. Kyle heard the zip of the jacket and then felt Mike come behind him, wrapping his bear arms around. Mike softly nuzzled. "So you're off for a week?" Mike asked. Kyle nodded happily, nuzzling the furry paws. "I'm going to be tidy...
by PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (This is a work of fiction, depicting sex between consenting adult males. If such offends you or is illegal for you to read where you live, or you are under the age of eighteen, please leave now. No actual persons or events are depicted. Safe sexual practices are not used, but remember, this is fiction; in real life, get teste...
Finally got the next one out for you, hope you like it. ******* The following morning was a Saturday, so like normal I allowed myself to stay in bed for a sleep in, but the moment my eyes opened my brain kicked in. There were so many selfish thoughts, however the one that overrode them all was, 'Poor Charlie'. Such a good man and he doesn't deserve any hea...
Show me what you're wearing He sent a picture of himself in the mirror. He was wearing a skimpy tank top with white and red horizontal stripes. His furry chest and shoulders were exposed, and the stripes accentuated his round belly. He was also wearing a purple sweat band across his forehead, which kept his dark curls out of his eyes. There was a smirk on h...
Ali had sent me home with a trusted friend whom I did not know. He seemed nice enough and I sat between him and his cub, a tall, pale, brown-haired boy a few years older than me. We raced home though I couldn't see much through the dark windows. Dr. Hamad was waiting for me when the SUV pulled up to the front of Ali's family home. The lion in charge of tak...
The next day I woke up in Samir's arms. He'd held me the whole night. I slept so well, but woke up realizing it wasn't my lion who held me. Samir wasn't as bulky, didn't hold me with the same urgency. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend. Ashkan woke me up with a finger pressed to his lips. The lion wasn't to be woken. He helped me wiggle out of Samir's a...
Thanks everyone for sticking it out this far. Last chapter. ***** Emerson & the Lion +{Part 10}+ Something about anxiety makes me intensely hungry for Ali's cock. That's probably not the best reaction in an emergency situation. Where most would run from a burning building or take shelter under a table during an earthquake, I would look around desperatel...