Passions of the Dark Part 7 Christian stared in horror as Roberto bared his fangs and prepared to sink them into Tim's neck. He saw Roberto lower his head and just as suddenly fall over. Tim sat up, holding the bloody statue in his hand. He stood up and looked down at Roberto's lifeless body. "Is it over?" Tim asked. "No, but you bought us enough time to get you out of here."...
It was called the Serpent's Tooth and was a newly opened after hours club. As usual when any new Gay bar or club opened up, it was much talked about. What made the Serpent's Tooth such an object of discussion was that you couldn't just walk in off the street. When I asked if that meant a heavy cover charge, I was told, no. There was no cover that anyone knew about. Admission was...
He was running, from what or who he didn't know. He just knew that if he stopped, his life would be forfeit. He heard a howl and began to run faster. Sweat poured from his body and he felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest. He glanced behind him to see if he could get any clue as to who his pursuer was. The next thing he knew, he was flying forward having tripped...
Across the darkened field, a low grow -- animal lust - drifted to his ears. Another sound.. the sound of the object of the lust... grunts, pleadings, heavy breathing... but growing weaker. Curiosity piqued, Steve walked toward the source. There were small, rolling hills, and copses of dense evergreens, but still he navigated through as the sounds became louder, nearer. He sensed...
“What the hell are you thinking..?” Cathy, a trusted friend and former counselor asked me. “You know it’s too early for you to even be thinking about building a relationship with someone. It hasn’t even been a year yet…” “I know, I know.” I looked past her, avoiding her eyes, possibly, out the window of the beading shop she owned and ran, onto the rainy Oregon street outside. She...
I could not open my eyes! I could hear my heart beating faster while breathing became harder for me to do. Fear, without warning, enters my soul, taking the sound away from my voice, alone with my sense of smell. I could feel Ozrone standing over me watching my paralyzed body begging for air. His thoughts filled the room like spoken words; telling me not to fight the calling of ...
One Saturday afternoon, John Avery became the most powerful man on earth, perhaps the most powerful man who had ever lived. But his transformation actually began the week before, which unfolded in a more desultory fashion. --- John awoke with a start. "Good lord," he gasped. He was drenched in sweat. Under the sheets, his crotch was soaked in semen. My God, not only had he come...
"Proposition. For me." John had the guy pegged now. Christian fundamentalist. Wandered the gay part of town looking for perverts to save. "Why do I think I won't be interested?" "I can't imagine how you would fail to be interested, Mr. Avery." And suddenly John remembered his two previous encounters with this person, at the library and outside the Roundabout....
my friend john lived in a village west of oxford. every year or so, when i made a trip to london to visit my publisher, i would tear myself away from the museums and the theaters—and the bars and the british men with their sweet and sexy accents—to visit him for a few days. after several weeks in the city, it was nice to get away and savor some quiet country life. and i did...
"Carl...I know this sounds weird, but I liked the taste of your cum." It stopped me dead in my tracks. There he sat, elbows on his knees, chin on his clasped hands. Biceps thrust out of his skintight, gray tee-shirt, and massive thighs flexed as he assumed the pose of a buff "Thinker". Rodin would have been proud. I could feel my cock getting thicker and heavier in...
It's one of those things that, in retrospect, should have been as plain as the nose on my face. If I would have been on TV, people would have been screaming at me for being so stupid. So...sue me for being stupid. I didn't believe it could be real, even when I made the connection. I figure it started some time around the time when my friend Eric and I played racquetball...
My name is Jake, and I've been a werewolf since I was 13. That's when the transitional period occurs. And that's when I first experienced the transformation. I guess I've been one since birth, cause I never knew my father. I'd always been fascinated with werewolves even as a kid, and I used to watch all types of movies about them. I always laugh at them now because they can't even...
Whom I Created? Part 1 One of the principle rules of modern witchcraft is, simply, "Be Careful What You Attract." It's applicable to ordinary life and should be easy to remember for that reason but, as with many lessons to be learned when one is young, as I was, this I had to discover from experience. Before I tell you about Elexi (and it's possible I may unleash...
Whom I Created? Part 2 A little more background. The dictionary defines an incubus as a male sexual spirit or demon which preys upon women at night as they sleep, or in their dreams. Forgive somebody at Webster's for the narrowness of that description; it's right, to a point, but not exactly complete... How did Elexi, with his penetratingly deep, dark brown eyes, ...
Whom I Created? Part 3 It's been more than a few years since Elexi, whom most "right-thinking" people among you will call my fantasy lover, and what a few out there may know to be something quite other than fantasy, came into being, enough time for me to gain a sense of his nature and, through him, a bit more about my own. I've been forced to consider it.... For one...
Damien and I are two practicing witches. We practice the Craft together all the time, like a small coven. We were both around the same age. He was 25 and I was 24. We were both thin, he being a little more muscled than I. I wanted him badly, but I didn't think he had the hots for me until one Full Moon night. We had both planned to do a Full Moon Rite one night. We had...
This story is NOT suitable for children as it contains explicit sexual interaction. If you are offended by Gay male action, then this is not for you either. Once upon a time, I was working at my father's farm. My father was one of that rare and despised breed, a scholer, and lived like a recluse, and I had also been bought up the same, with a few acquaintances, and...
"We're losing him" I heard a nurse say, and the next sound I heard was the high-pitched whine of the machine over my head that had been making irregular beeps for the last minute or so. "Start CPR" the surgeon said, but it was too late for that. Just like in the movies, I sort of floated up out of my body and hovered above the scene, watching them do everything they could to...
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