Author: buffalomaldoon

The Hitchhiker with Three Nipples [M/M] [oral] [ass play] [paranormal] [rural]

I was out driving my truck around in the country one morning, meant to be meeting my buddy Harland over at his place to remove this big bastard snappin’ turtle that had bedded down in Harland’s neighbor’s pond. Harland bred show turtles, he’d done that for I don’t know how long. He’s still got a whole mess of them in these tanks all over his house. Some of ‘em are real nice. Well anyway, he ended up canceling on me, again.

I decided to go drive around anyway, since I was already out. So, I was taking my time on the old roads, corncob pipe in one hand, newspaper in the other, when I saw this hitchhiker, thumbing me down for a ride. I decided to stop as I wasn’t in any hurry, and this dude had a nice look about him. That of course means he had a bulge in his crotch I could see from a mile away. So, I pulled over and he threw his backpack and gear into the bed of the truck then hopped in beside me. Read more »

Porked in the Ass by the Ghost of an Electrician Named Ted [gay] [ghost] [anal] [rimming]

As a semi-professional gay Spiritist, folks call me up all the time to investigate paranormal activity in their homes. Most of the time the situation can be chalked up to leaky pipes, creaking floorboards, and faulty machinery, but every now and then I’ll encounter and actual specter, and I usually fuck them. Or they’ll fuck me. Or we’ll do a sort of swapsies and each take a turn fucking the other. Why do I do this? For starters, it’s an out of this world experience. Ghosts can contort their bodies into shapes a human might never even dream about, which has led to many amazing fuck sessions in the past. Imagine a cock that’s able to lengthen or shorten at will, not to mention changing in texture. Ribbed perhaps? Well fuck me, yes please. Oh, and also sometimes ghosts are harboring latent gay desires that they need to work out before moving on. This is a story about one of those.

One morning I was called out to an investigation across town at this old two-story house that was broken up into smaller apartments. Folks in the building had been complaining about unexplainable noises at odd hours of the night. Maintenance for the building had already been called out more than once and the landlord just blamed it on an old building. The dude who called me, however, felt it was something more. Read more »