Gameface: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ Sunday morning. Gameday. Biting cold, with blue skies. The heavy rain we'd had since Thursday had finally moved on, but not without leaving a calling card by way of drenched, muddy parkland. Even the gravel paths were more slick than...
Gameface: Part 1
_ **Gameface** _ _ **Part 1** _ "You've got to have _something_," I insisted, peering past my menu. "Just a little dessert?" "No!" Sam called from his table atop mine. A table roughly the size of my wallet and not much taller. "I'm good,...
Date Pandas: Part 4 (Final)
_ **Part 4** _ "You're looking awfully small on that bed, little 'panda." Marek's taunting singing echoed across the room, almost as loud as the stomping steps he took to work his trousers from his huge legs, revealing briefs that left little to the...
Date Pandas: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ We departed from the coffee shop once Marek had finished his Charkava. Not a fast process, even once we'd got done stroking one another. We spoke on for the longest time, about things I didn't even know I could speak that long...
Date Pandas: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ The bus screeched to a halt. I'd chosen the worst moment possible to check my phone. I shot down the aisle. Grabbed for, but missed the support pole. My hip struck a backrest. The rest of me barged some poor old goat standing from...
Date Pandas: Part 1
_ **Date Pandas** _ _ **Part 1** _ "Keep going, keep going!" I called above thumping footfalls and heavy breathing. "Not much further." My vantage in an empty bottle holder gave a perfect view of everything: the treadmill's console beside me, the...
Workout
_ **Workout** _ "Are you _sure_ this is okay, Sam?" Marek asked, again, creeping down the last step on the stairway. "I don't want you getting into any trouble by doing this." "How many times?" I chuckled back from my soft, belly-backed seat in his...
Blessing Day: Part 5 (Final)
_ **Part 5** _ _(Marek)_ We spent a couple more hours with my parents in the living room, sharing stories and checking out old photos that had of me saved on their phones. Poring over picture after picture of my teenage self from fifteen years ago...
Blessing Day: Part 4
_ **Part 4** _ _(Marek)_ We left our game of Regicide half finished, and while it hadn't whipped up the positive, lively atmosphere that I'd hoped for, the six of us had at least enjoyed what had come so far. At least, nobody had got bored enough to...
Blessing Day: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ _(Sam)_ The living room sounded awkward enough from out in the kitchen. Not much sound to be heard. Even less chatter. But it took actually being there to fully get how cold the atmosphere had gotten. Only the TV saved us all from...
Blessing Day: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ _(Sam)_ "Thanks a lot," I called up to our taxi driver, prepping to descend the exit ramp. "Hey, no problem." The rabbit peered over his seat at me. "Don't forget ya bag." "Oh!" Back I rushed, grabbing my backpack from beside my seat...
Massage
Massage Sprawled out, face down, cock throbbing hard enough to almost tear a hole from the padding beneath me. This tower of a wolf cast a shadow right across the Visoka-sized table he'd set me atop. His paws worked away, fingertips the size of my...