My Dad's Asshole (3)
Yet another beautiful lazy Thursday night. I've not even remotely started to get tired of them. This time it's classic James Bond on the tube, one of those marathon showings. I don't even pick up the remote to skip through the commercials, cuz I wanna...
My Dad's Asshole (2)
I wake up the next morning, stretch contentedly, grab my toothbrush, and pad to my parents' bathroom in just my boxers. I have my own bathroom, of course. I just feel like joining Dad today. He's also in just his boxers, leaning over the sink and...
My Dad's Asshole (1)
Man I love spending a nice quiet evening with my pops. Got some popcorn and a beer, a Bruce Willis movie on, mom's out for the night, and good ol' dad is butt-ass naked across my lap and I have two fingers up his asshole. The sweet life, for sure. I...
Personal Chef (commission for Artemis)
Outside the door of the designated apartment, a large red wingless bat waited somewhat impatiently after hearing the bell ring from inside. The soft-white walls of the hallway were dotted with several other doors, but this was a very posh complex...
Merry Christmas, Kevin
Jon came scrambling off the school bus with his binder hugged tightly to his chest. Six inches of snow meant a lot to a three-and-a-half-feet-tall otter boy, but he excitedly plowed through to the front door of the small farmhouse and let himself...
Whispers in the Back Seat
"Mmmmm..." "Yeah, there we go...love it...." "Hmmm...shit...what - dude what are you doing?!" "Jerking you off. Keep your voice down, you're gonna wake people up." "Dude no, you need to stop...what the hell?!" "I was bored, and everyone else is...
Eyes in the Back of Your Head
You wake up around 1 in the afternoon. I've made a simple breakfast, called in to the site manager for the day, and then stored a good amount of the food in the fridge for you when you're up. Bacon and bread. Hangover cures from heaven. The first sign...
Thank You, Master
The weasel whined and writhed and wiggled on the bed, sweating and shaking as he tried to support himself. His arms quivered and his breath panted as he uselessly humped the mattress, his only hope for getting himself off now. The big fox lying next to...
Sick
"Gotta say I never pegged you as the sugar-daddy type." It's Marty behind the bar this time, even his joke sounding gruff and deadpan. The sturdy Rottweiler is the stronger, silenter half of he and Ed's relationship, though of course he's a huge...
Milk Stout
I idly rub a finger around the rim of my glass while I slouch against the bar and run my eyes amusedly over the writhing mass of young furs on the dance floor. I'm long beyond trying too hard to not look creepy or desperate. Anyone who comes here more...
Roommating
"Okay dude, you gotta promise to leave my roommate alone though. He's probably your type but I don't think he's gay." "I ain't promisin shit. What is he?" "Otter." "Shitttttt man you know I love otters." "Well can you at least try to keep your...
Wingman
_Look how she giggles when he jokes and flirts with her. You never did that. Look how she touches his arm. You never even tried. She's not gonna go down on him until at least after homecoming. All it took you was a little liquor and a nice situation to...