Warning: This story contains a lot of appendages and somewhat non-human erotic scenes. If you do not like this kind of fiction, please do not read further. And yes, if anyone got the reference, the methods described in this story allude to Orochimaru from Naruto, except in a more erotic way. Please feel free to leave any constructive comments below--they are...
Push out. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Derek was working out, lifting weights, making his muscles even tighter and sexier. He was lying down on the bench, lifting weights, listening to workout music. He put the bar down and sat up, wiping away his sweat. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his mouth, preventing him from yelling out. Derek's assailant beat his abdomen...
Working out's always had a strange fascination for me. I remember looking at pictures of bodybuilders as a teen and feeling a dangerous nervous chill that made my hair stand on end and settled deep in my gut in mysterious ways. It made me shut down my computer and vow not to look at them, but I always returned. And when I started working out after graduatin...
Birds screech and trees rustle as we hike along the barest of paths through the jungle, the tropical humidity making me bathe in my own sweat, the uneven ground shifting under my boots, alone with my guide on the tiny island of Kurutaukari in the South Pacific. We've come here to examine some supposedly fine examples of stone carving made hundreds of years a...
I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather. I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh sme...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
"Hello?" I answered the call on my cell phone. "Hello?" came the reply. I was startled. It was as though I was listening to my own echo, except that it sounded electronic and artificial. "Who is this?" I asked tentatively as I sat up from the couch, the leather creaking as I shifted my weight, shattering the still silence of the library in the house that Z...
Première partie Henri placed his eye inside the old grey vertical slats of the small garden's fence and saw Jean on his hands and knees a few yards away, sliding a knobbly carrot with a profuse bush of green leaves in and out of his tight ring. His golden-brown hair pooled around his face, which was facing away towards the dense foliage bordering the garde...
I am a 34-year old male who is on the road 5 days a week with my job. I work for a company that makes weight training equipment, and it's my job to travel all over the country trying to sell our products to fitness centers. So since I am dealing for the most part with gym owners that are in good shape because of their business, I too have to maintain a consi...
Perhaps I gave in so easily because Lenny embodied the best of two worlds. First, he was a wonderful, gentle caregiver. He had been coming to my house twice a day for several weeks to take care of my bed-bound grandmother, who was recovering from a broken hip. Second, he was drop-dead gorgeous. All blond Swedish muscle with a shy smile to accompany his sensu...