“Westfield Firehouse, Paul speaking.”
“Hi, um, is this the fire department?”
“Uh huh.” Paul rubbed lazily across his belly, feeling out the muscle there. Firefighters had a reputation for being fit, but it was hard to eat healthy at the firehouse thanks to all the junk food around the place. If one of the company wasn’t bringing in goodies, then ladies were dropping by with baked goods. Paul liked baked goods. He just didn’t like ladies.
At least, not the way they wanted him to. Continue reading
Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Fangs and claws are great for taking down prey, but for skinning and butchering you’re going to want human hands. In my twenty-five years on earth, I’ve butchered maybe two hundred and fifty deer, so I make quick work of this one. He’s a beaut, though. My stomach’s growling just looking at him, but a good alpha doesn’t eat until his pack has fed and Mama and Papa raised me to be a good alpha. Some day I’ll have a mate, pups, maybe a whole pack, and I’ll be worthy of them. Continue reading
When Rex got back from the bar with Martin’s froufrou drink and his own bottle of beer, he found his friend’s attention fixed on a nearby table.
“Who’s that?” Martin asked with a nudge. He picked up the fruity concoction he’d made Rex order and drank from it using the tiny cocktail straw, being intentionally provocative if Rex were to guess. That was Martin—intentionally provocative—but they weren’t in New York City today. Today they were at the bar closest to Rex’s ranch, and the man Martin was ogling was his nearest neighbor. Continue reading
Prologue: A Vampire Is Born
The T-Rex rumbled across the frozen tundra, a mindless beast in search of food but finding only snow and ice and the exposed bones of other predators’ kills. Ahead of him a shadow flittered and he picked up his pace, moving in relentless pursuit as his prey scrambled before him. He leaned down with strong jaws to snap at the needed morsel, his tiny brain registering too late the movement beneath him. Continue reading
I meet myself at a keg party.
Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of my own next victim, I see myself. Not in a mirror, though it almost could be, but in a man. Continue reading
Content warning: this story includes instances of dubious consent
I first realized my wife enjoyed a bit of nipple pain early in our courtship when my teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned. I’m not slow to jump on anything that turns a woman on, so I made a point of adding a little rough nipple play into most of our sessions. I soon learned that there was mmm-pain and there was ouch-pain, but figuring out which action caused which re-action was trickier.
I bought the first pair of nipple clamps for our second anniversary. People tell you that sex levels off after you get married, and they aren’t wrong. The only time I felt that old spark from her was when I spent some time biting her nipples, but there were positions where biting wasn’t feasible, and I worried I’d lose myself in the moment and bite one right off. The harder, the better from her point of view, but I didn’t want a wife with one nipple. Continue reading
This story features Jack and Maddox from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under. Please use the Jack&Maddox tag to see all Jack & Maddox epilogues.
The package was waiting for Jack when he got home—a box addressed to Maddox, graced by a Post-It note on which Maddox had written the words Happy Anniversary.
No wrapping paper, no card. Typical Maddox.
Jack ran his thumb over the Post-It note, knowing Maddox had touched it. This assignment had been a rough one—long and relentless, with little downtime and no way to communicate. He’d managed to get an occasional message sent home, but there hadn’t been any way for Maddox to send one back.
It’d been three weeks since he’d been touched by his lover, almost that much since they’d had a chance to speak, and Jack was hungry to see him again. But in the meantime, there was a box. Continue reading
His Boy Alex is a long-term, cock cage-based M/M chastity story told in a series of blog posts by T. M. Chris. Please use the link to go to the first post and click forward from there.
Gannon eyed the white couple walking towards him appreciatively. The bigger man had his arm slung tight around his boyfriend, pulling their heads together to speak directly into his ear. They were beautiful—beautiful individually and beautiful together. Not for the first time, he reminded himself how lucky he was to live in a place like San Francisco where two men could walk down the street obviously enraptured by each other while another man enjoyed the sight.
His complacence was shattered a moment later when the big guy said hey, arresting his movement as they passed each other. Worried that he’d been eye-fucking two guys who weren’t gay after all—who were the type to take offense at being eye-fucked—he almost didn’t stop, but the big guy was smiling, not scowling, so he did.
“Hey,” the guy said again. “I got a proposition for you.” Continue reading
“Not now.” Dmitry pushed my hand away. “You know Adam’s coming over.”
“I can see your cock right through those shorts. If you didn’t want me to touch it, you should’ve worn underwear.”
He looked down with a frown. “I don’t see anything.”
“You will once it’s hard.” I rubbed him through the fabric, feeling that delicious sponginess of an erection starting, the meaty thickness of a slowly-growing cock. Continue reading