| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 9781466172166 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | March 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 9781466172166 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | March 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A gold miner and his work buddy, Zack, are caught in deep underground when the vein they are working on is part of a cave-in. In a mysterious series of events, a wolf's howl calls out and the men are pulled to safety. After a desperate, adrenaline filled first-time gay experience, the miner learns that his friend Zack isn't just a great lover - he is part of a long line of werewolves!
Warning: This 3500 word erotic short-story features m/m action, hungry oral sex, explicit anal sex, a first time gay experience and two huge, howling orgasms!
Excerpt:
Just as my thoughts started to circle back around to my own death, I heard something off in the distance, probably a quarter mile down the shaft. A howl, like you would expect from a wolf in the middle of the forest, pierced the dank silence. “That’s weird,” I said, again broadcasting into the darkness. “Wolves don’t usually live underground. Huh.”
What happened next was so bizarre, so utterly unbelievable, that sitting here writing it out feels a little like I’m lying to myself. I know what happened, and how incredible it was, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I still think it must have been a dream.
I decided that the howling was someone trying to communicate, so I howled back. When I did, the sound grew nearer. Each time it came, I answered the call as loudly as I could. I heard a light scratching noise, like claws on concrete. I kept on howling. I had no time to feel like an idiot, because by now, full-blown panic set in, and I was going to do whatever it took to get noticed. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the darkness was pierced by two unearthly eyes.
The beast was immense. Under any normal circumstance, I would have tried to run like hell in the other direction, but this was obviously no normal circumstance. Anyway, I couldn’t see five feet in front of me, so if this beast was about to kill me, there was no way I was going to escape. That’s when the damndest thing I’ve ever experienced took place. This enormous wolf, his coat an inky black tipped with silver, came up to me and nipped at my boot, then the waist of my pants, and lowered his head.
“Oh, my God,” I said, slack-jawed and staring. “Does this thing want me to ride it?”
The wolf whined and nudged me again. I realized that it understood me. That, somehow, was stranger to me than all the rest.
A gold miner and his work buddy, Zack, are caught in deep underground when the vein they are working on is part of a cave-in. In a mysterious series of events, a wolf's howl calls out and the men are pulled to safety. After a desperate, adrenaline filled first-time gay experience, the miner learns that his friend Zack isn't just a great lover - he is part of a long line of werewolves!
Warning: This 3500 word erotic short-story features m/m action, hungry oral sex, explicit anal sex, a first time gay experience and two huge, howling orgasms!
Excerpt:
Just as my thoughts started to circle back around to my own death, I heard something off in the distance, probably a quarter mile down the shaft. A howl, like you would expect from a wolf in the middle of the forest, pierced the dank silence. “That’s weird,” I said, again broadcasting into the darkness. “Wolves don’t usually live underground. Huh.”
What happened next was so bizarre, so utterly unbelievable, that sitting here writing it out feels a little like I’m lying to myself. I know what happened, and how incredible it was, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I still think it must have been a dream.
I decided that the howling was someone trying to communicate, so I howled back. When I did, the sound grew nearer. Each time it came, I answered the call as loudly as I could. I heard a light scratching noise, like claws on concrete. I kept on howling. I had no time to feel like an idiot, because by now, full-blown panic set in, and I was going to do whatever it took to get noticed. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the darkness was pierced by two unearthly eyes.
The beast was immense. Under any normal circumstance, I would have tried to run like hell in the other direction, but this was obviously no normal circumstance. Anyway, I couldn’t see five feet in front of me, so if this beast was about to kill me, there was no way I was going to escape. That’s when the damndest thing I’ve ever experienced took place. This enormous wolf, his coat an inky black tipped with silver, came up to me and nipped at my boot, then the waist of my pants, and lowered his head.
“Oh, my God,” I said, slack-jawed and staring. “Does this thing want me to ride it?”
The wolf whined and nudged me again. I realized that it understood me. That, somehow, was stranger to me than all the rest.
