With Halloween right around the corner, here's a collection of three spine-tingling erotic gay short stories.
If you are looking for fluff and happily ever after, you will not find it here. These stories are dark and erotic with elements of horror a...
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Ji Yang whispers names like daydreams, a litany of every moniker Hao Xuan's ever given him over the centuries and he wonders, fingers pressing brands into the plush of Ji Yang's hips, just how muchthe young man remembers.
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It's a fogged-breath cool October night in town, fallen leaves shuffling lazily against the sidewalk. It's a night for beasts and boys and silent steps.
He doesn't really think much about daylight anymore. Not beyond knowing he needs to avoid it, his yearning for lizard scale heat giving way to the kind of muscle-memory shivers that jolt him to the furthest corner of his room as dawn breaks. But he knows that nightfall is sacred, that the velvet dark curtain of it that falls around him like a comfortable old coat provides easy reassurance as he pads on rubber-soled sneakers, half a block behind (Behind what? His prey? Something more?). So much stealthier than leather-heeled boots and the taptaptap of them on cobblestone.
The scent of him is thick and heady. It replaces the vein-bright hum of under-the-skin knowing that rocketed through him the moment he set foot in the suburb three weeks ago.
He knew he'd see him again soon.
He's young this time, not yet twenty, the smell of teenage sweat and cheap body spray mingled sharp with top notes of desperate hormones. Youth was convenient once, in the days when kids went missing all the time, when he found him hunkered in a trench on a battlefield in China with his helmet askew and his rifle clutched in shivering hands. Easy enough to make him disappear, another missing boy without a body - another missing me- for a mother to weep over. He doesn't speak much to other predators, but they all agree that war is rich pickings for little effort.
