This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories. —– “There you go, girl, in you go.” Madoc stepped back, allowing his grey mare to settle herself back in her stable. They’d only just returned from a clinic and the drive had been long enough, twilight settling over the outdoor stable yard with the…

I was super horny all day yesterday, my usual fuck buddies were all unavailable so I was on my favourite gay hookup app. I added some new photos of me and rewrote my profile description which mentioned “Couples or groups to the front of the line” since I had a threesome on my mind. I got the usual thirty messages from guys with blank profiles and no pictures saying “Hey”. They were ignored, deleted and then blocked. Too darn lazy for me. It got to 8pm and I had all but given up. I had been busy working so I hadn’t had a beer, or a rum or a scotch,…

This work contains scenes of non-consensual behavior and violence. If you are triggered by such imagery, please, do not continue. I’m stranded. Way to spend time in New York, sitting alone in an old, gigantic house in the middle of the Bronx. The blizzard caught everything off–the metro doesn’t go, the streets are impassable. I can’t count on any company either. I called Mishka, he won’t be coming, no use in such weather. Not that I would want him to. I never cared much for queers, but Mishka is the worst of them all. Might as well pin a “free entry” note on the back of his trousers. But, when…

This story is all fictional but man do I wish it would have happened. This year is my 10 year reunion from graduating high school. Throughout these past 10 years I have found out that my best friend in high school is now gay. I am a closeted bi married man but boy do I wish he swung that way in high school. I would have tried to please him and have him please me. Well the time has come for the ten year reunion. It was held in our high school at 7pm. I was excited so I showed up around 6:45 and went inside. There were a few…

When I finished college, it was suggested that I find something productive to do over the summer months so that I would not be idle before starting a proper job after Labor Day. Naturally, I had looked forward to a lazy summer for just that reason, I was starting a new job soon and this would be my last opportunity to be as unproductive as possible. There was negotiation and finally compromise; I would accept employment working as a deck hand on a private yacht in the Mediterranean, something arranged through a family friend. It was not unproductive, and it seemed like a good compromise since I would be in…

I was traveling cross country and stopped for the night in Salt Lake City. It was early and I had time to play. I had travelled all day in a pair of scandelously short woman’s booty shorts that barely left my ass covered, the tye dyed bleached denim style with pink jewkes on the back pockets. These were worn with a light, shimmery pink tank top that stoppped about 2″ above my navel, and a pair of white sandals with pink straps! I stopped at an adult shop and picked up what I would need for the night, a pink lace thong, short pink mini-skirt, lube and a nice jeweled…

I woke up the following morning earlier than I needed to with my head full of the events of the previous evening. After my shower last night I dressed and went along to my regular Italian restaurant but I found I wasn’t hungry, I could only manage half my pizza but I drank three glasses of red wine. I had a fitful sleep and in the morning I lay in bed and remembered. I remembered his hands massaging my thighs and his fingers caressing my balls and making me groan with excitement. I remembered his fondling my arse and him running a finger between my cheeks until he came to…

A couple of months had passed since the last visit to heaven, resulting in the pull of the baths growing ever stronger. Returning to a place devoted to sex, among men who understood what that means. A pull that increased wonderfully when waiting in line, then further after undressing before going upstairs to the porn room. Where two men were already sitting, the one on the middle row stroking his hard cock, the other sitting between his legs on the bottom row. Yet without any contact of any type until the man in the middle row left. Shortly afterwards, the man on the bottom went to the top row, near…

I can’t do this alone anymore. For reasons too lengthy to list here, I have been alone most of my life. It would be a good story of how your ‘average’ good guy slips through the cracks at every turn; and manages to never (yet) find himself, or another. “On the shelf. It’s on the shelf above the sink.” Otis is trying to tell me where the key is to the basement freezer. He joined our work crew last month; and we became friends after just a few days. We spent about an hour at his gym tonight; and he invited me to his place for dinner. “Got it. I’ll…

**I am an early 40’s Caucasian expat in Asia. Fair, slim, reasonably fit and a hedonist by nature. My stories are of encounters I have experienced with other men and trans / shemales during my two decades in Asia.** Jakarta, Indonesia. Around 2008. After an early morning arrival, and a full day of meetings, it was a welcome relief to head back to the comfort of my hotel room and take a break from the all encompassing humidity, noise and general chaos of the teeming metropolis that is Jakarta. The chilled aircon instantly lifted my energy as I walked into the well appointed hotel room. After a nice long shower…