"Nick, over here!" Nick turned to see his friend Charles waving at him from across the courtyard. He jogged over quickly. "How's it going?" asked Charles. He was a 18 year old 5'5 with short brown hair. "Pretty good" said Nick, "Shall we go?" He said as the bell rang. He was going to stay the night at Cahrles' house. They were good friends. Nick himself w...
Charles and I talked periodically but the time to get together never presented its self. I found out after getting home and unpacking the few things I'd kept with me that he'd slipped a videotape in my bag to remember him by. My name is Tyrone; all my friends call me Ty. I'm 30, 6'4, 235 lb., very dark skinned (as the saying goes "black as the ace of spades"...
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. **** "We'll be caught if we go for this one..." Soren...
Jamal awoke to the smell of brewed coffee. The door to the closet was slightly ajar. Apparently, Charles had risen from his makeshift bed there and tiptoed from the room earlier. Jamal looked at the clock beside the bed. Normally, he'd have to get up and rush off to work, but he'd arranged to have Jenine, a coworker, take over a couple of shifts for him. He...
Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
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. **** Disorder, Ch. 03 Relations in Dissonance "Are yo...
"Come back here you!" The shouts were getting louder. Tom Carpenter ran for his life through the trees of the vast Higglesworth estate, cursing his ill luck. But the law of averages said he would get caught poaching one day, after all the many days of free meat. His father never asked where it came from, though he knew, for they were a desperately poor fam...
"Hail to the Tutweilers. Charles, Anne, hello. So good of the American embassy to send a contingent to the polo match. And who might this young man with you be?" Marc looked up at the imposing figure astride the equally massive and magnificent horse. Charles had told him who the rider was before he'd broken away from his team after the first chukka and had...
Charles woke the next morning hornier than ever. He couldn't get the image of his neighbor on his coffee table getting fucked by his robotic lover out of his mind. His hand would slip down to his cock and idly rub his bulge before he caught himself. By noon his balls were as blue as robin's eggs. He knew he had to take action. He was knocking on his neighbo...
This is a thank you/dedication to everyone that has commented on my work so far. I hope you've enjoyed yourself and will continue to do so. Sorry for not continuing either of my current stories as of yet. I plan on doing so in the future some time. Now, on with the story. NOTES: All events and characters are mine and 100% fictional. Do not copy or even atte...