Father of Dogs: Punk Rutted
**Father of Dogs: Punk Rutted** **By: ToKu** The dogs were barking before I even put my truck in park. I could even hear them over the Black Flag tape that's been stuck in my cassette player for the past three years now. It wasn't an angry bark, a...
Of Surprise and A Spy
**Of Surprise and A Spy** **By: ToKu** It was sterile, clean, obsessively organized and meticulously kept, as always. Not a chair out of place or an elegant wall-hanging skewed. The whole office was symmetrical; from the large red stained oak desk...
Anarchist Cookout
**Part Eleven: Anarchist Cookout** By: ToKu "I turned in a favor," Fink drawled as he handed me a bag of chips and a brand new pack of cigarettes; reds, full flavor and a green lighter. I could have kissed him if my brain wasn't running a mile a...
A Hook-up and A Hanging
A Hook-up and A Hanging By: Toku "Bareback is out of the question." John repeated for the third time, his nose twitching at the heavy scent of avian musk. There was another faint scent in the small dorm room but he couldn't make out the species....
Beating Around the Bush
**Part Eight: Beating Around the Bush** By: ToKu If sucking cock in the middle of a wide open yet deserted park was dangerous, then sucking cock behind some bushes beside a rather busy sidewalk was practically asking for a season in hell, and...
Of Fathers and Their Sons
Of Fathers and Their Sons By: ToKu He hadn't known rest since the bear had unleashed himself; stripped off his clothes to fuck the young pup with a force to match his brother's, though Jacob was kinder. This bear only wanted one thing; Thomas'...