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Milford Slabaugh
Tommyhawk's Halloween Tales
Tommyhawk's Halloween Tales
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Gay erotic stories with explicit language. Fifteen short stories appropriate for some Halloween reading. These stories are guaranteed to scare you stiff (well, you'll end up stiff, anyhow!)
Following is an excerpt from "The Fetish:"
He put the fetish on the nightstand beside his bed. When he turned out the light, Mike saw it was glowing very, very faintly. Radioactive? Nah! Some glow-in-the-dark stuff. “Okay, fetish, you do your thing, okay?” Mike said, yawning hard. “Daddy needs to get some sleep awful bad.” The time was 10:45pm.
An hour later, Mike decided he’d wasted his money, because he wasn’t sleeping worth a darn! Mike looked at his clock. 11:59pm. Durned near midnight and he was still turning and to top it off, his organ was throbbing! Better whack it off, get it over with. Darn it!
He kicked the covers off himself and over against the wall. That left him wearing only a pair of briefs, and he skinned out of them. Looked back at the fetish next to his bed. The clock beside it had just turned over to midnight....
Mike saw the room lighten, not as in a light shining in the window, but more like everything was glowing from within. But the brightest point was coming from his nightstand and he turned his head to look at it.
The fetish was growing in size! Getting larger, the feet extended out over the edge of the nightstand and the legs snaked out from their curled-up position as the arms released them and the feet landed on the floor with a splat-like sound. Now the figure was expanding into a full-sized adult and as it expanded, the dimensions of it changed and the color brightened from its dark-brown original color. It went from being a grotesquerie into a quite-handsome, completely naked, well-muscled man with body of soft golden-brown tones, the eyes were now normal-sized and glinted at Mike with the tiniest sparkles from within their depths, the smile vanished as the lips closed, then re-opened to show a friendly demeanor.
Not that Mike was feeling friendly. “What the heck?” he yelped, as he grabbed for the covers, ineffectually. His problem with kicking the covers aside is that they had ended up against the wall in a jumbled roll-like cylinder, when he grabbed for them again, all Mike pulled was the central area of the covers over and the rest came with it and Mike covered himself hardly at all.
The man the fetish had become reached for the cylinder of covers and tossed it back away from Mike’s body, one knee resting on the bed beside Mike. Then he lifted the other leg up and tossed it easily up over Mike’s body and was on top of him, breath was hot upon Mike’s face as the fetish leaned in.
As the fetish laid himself upon Mike’s body, Mike felt the hotness of the erect tool of the fetish as it pressed on his right thigh. The fetish’s lips touched his and with the touch of that body, those lips, his resistance faded away into nothingness. His kiss was passion incarnate, Mike felt his organ snub against the fetish’s taut stomach, demanding attention.
Following is an excerpt from "The Fetish:"
He put the fetish on the nightstand beside his bed. When he turned out the light, Mike saw it was glowing very, very faintly. Radioactive? Nah! Some glow-in-the-dark stuff. “Okay, fetish, you do your thing, okay?” Mike said, yawning hard. “Daddy needs to get some sleep awful bad.” The time was 10:45pm.
An hour later, Mike decided he’d wasted his money, because he wasn’t sleeping worth a darn! Mike looked at his clock. 11:59pm. Durned near midnight and he was still turning and to top it off, his organ was throbbing! Better whack it off, get it over with. Darn it!
He kicked the covers off himself and over against the wall. That left him wearing only a pair of briefs, and he skinned out of them. Looked back at the fetish next to his bed. The clock beside it had just turned over to midnight....
Mike saw the room lighten, not as in a light shining in the window, but more like everything was glowing from within. But the brightest point was coming from his nightstand and he turned his head to look at it.
The fetish was growing in size! Getting larger, the feet extended out over the edge of the nightstand and the legs snaked out from their curled-up position as the arms released them and the feet landed on the floor with a splat-like sound. Now the figure was expanding into a full-sized adult and as it expanded, the dimensions of it changed and the color brightened from its dark-brown original color. It went from being a grotesquerie into a quite-handsome, completely naked, well-muscled man with body of soft golden-brown tones, the eyes were now normal-sized and glinted at Mike with the tiniest sparkles from within their depths, the smile vanished as the lips closed, then re-opened to show a friendly demeanor.
Not that Mike was feeling friendly. “What the heck?” he yelped, as he grabbed for the covers, ineffectually. His problem with kicking the covers aside is that they had ended up against the wall in a jumbled roll-like cylinder, when he grabbed for them again, all Mike pulled was the central area of the covers over and the rest came with it and Mike covered himself hardly at all.
The man the fetish had become reached for the cylinder of covers and tossed it back away from Mike’s body, one knee resting on the bed beside Mike. Then he lifted the other leg up and tossed it easily up over Mike’s body and was on top of him, breath was hot upon Mike’s face as the fetish leaned in.
As the fetish laid himself upon Mike’s body, Mike felt the hotness of the erect tool of the fetish as it pressed on his right thigh. The fetish’s lips touched his and with the touch of that body, those lips, his resistance faded away into nothingness. His kiss was passion incarnate, Mike felt his organ snub against the fetish’s taut stomach, demanding attention.
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