(Straight Gay F/mteen M/mteen Cuckold Gangbang) All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between adult teenagers and Male/Female. A couple is captured and abused by a lost tribe in the Amazon forest. But even in this unlikely scenario, a romance will blossom between the married man and the young guide, while his wife rediscovers an interes...
This is the first part of a multi-chapter story. If you wish to hear what happens next, please favorite or leave a comment. Hope you enjoy. ---------------------------------- The tribe chanted as they moved upwards along the thin, dirt trail that winded along the mountain side. Perched upon the ceremonial throne atop the backs of a several men, Elijah l...
It had been a hot and dusty ride from Kansas into Colorado en route to my new posting as the postal agent and sutler at Fort Hayden. I'd ridden all day with the Rocky Mountains tantalizingly near without having reached the river they told me was still more than a day's ride out from the fort. I now saw the river ahead, cool and inviting, but I knew I wasn't...
The rustling from the wood's edge caught my attention. The dusk obscured its cause, I felt as much as saw a presence. Not twenty feet away from me on the cabin's porch, he emerged, caution evident in every step. He scanned the clearing ready to spring back into the safety of the forest. I remained motionless, fearful that I would frighten this beautiful crea...
I was awakened, lying on my side, my body encased by that of Mustafa's, by the song of a Siva's warbler. It was still pitch dark, but the sounds from outside my tent warned me that it wouldn't be dark all that long and Mustafa needed to get back to his own tent before anyone else in the camp stirred. Mustafa felt me move, and his cock stirred to life inside...
My name is Jack Burns. I was an explorer in the 1800s. My crew and I would sail around North America and find new lands to conquer and prospect for gold. Sailing up the Georgia straight our ship suddenly started leaking. We needed to dock and fast. We ended up in an island far off the coast. There were 5 of us. Russel was the old man of the crew in his 6...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
The helicopter hovered over the frozen plateau. There they were. The people I had discovered yesterday. I snapped away with my camera. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. "Go down a little, Mike," I urged my friend and pilot, Mike Kelley. "Okay, Walter," he said, and we descended another hundred feet. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Damn it. This was really exci...
Rob turned his head toward the open flap of the tent. He could see the tawny fringe of the Shewan subchief's buckskin jerkin at the fringe of the lamplight escaping the tent's doorway. And the two eagle's feathers sticking out to the side of the back of the native's head, up at the very top of the tent doorway. The savage must be at least six and a half feet...
"You called for me, Velaku?" Mishtar was a strong warrior, his form slim like all bird Carthera but with long, lean muscles cording his body and magnificent black and brown wings held proudly behind him. He was the epitome of our warriors, a Carthera most worthy of respect. He had risen through the ranks quickly after he mated and became the leader for the...