The Eternal Court of Summer

Entered into for convenience, the marriage had grown into one of true love and devotion that had lasted 60 years. But Daniel Harrigan’s wife was gone now and little connected him to this life. His career in academic folklore had wound up. His family had grown away from him since his wife’s passing. He wondered now if it was too late to finally feel the forbidden touch.

These were the thoughts Daniel sought escape from in his study when, on his desk, he found a book with a plain cover he had no recollection of. Confused, he opened it at random and came across a painting. Appearing to be late medieval to early renaissance, it depicted a hall filled with people…not just people, men, some hairy, some with flat noses, with robes and with pointed teeth, doing all manner of things with and to each other.

And two sat above it all. One was dressed in purple and as Daniel studied the details of his face and muscles he felt his back creak. He had involuntary arched his ass out. The other man was young and dressed in a pink Daniel thought impossibly vibrant for the painting’s era. When Daniel saw the young man’s smile he felt his heart laid bare.

Daniel glanced at the title: “The Étrad Sídhthe Hold Court.” He read on.

Beta Patron Request by Anonymous
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Cock-uppance

Ever since I got out of college and went home to live with my dad and brother again, they’ve done nothing but bully and pester me, whether it be about me being small and weak and not working a manual labor job or about me being gay. I think it’s about time I got a bit of revenge on both of them. Is there any way you think you could turn my brother into my dad’s cock and my dad into a dumb bodybuilder boyfriend for me next time either of them try to mess with me to put them in their place?

Story Request by @Ben
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Pack of Protection

I know that this is a strange request, but I’ve been scared, recently. I’ve been able to live most of my life, thankfully, as my authentic gay self but lately, in my circle, a couple of people have just up and disappeared. The last thing anyone hears about from them is that they’ve gone straight.

I… I think there might be some… thing going around and doing this. On the one hand, I’m scared someone’s going to try and make me less than myself and that makes me want to be protected. On the other, I just wish I was stronger so I could fight this to help my friends and my people… Is there anything I can do?

Story Request by @Blake

ADVISORY: This story isn’t meant for a quick wank. If that’s what you need, then maybe it would be better if you read one of my other stories. This story touches on homophobia and uses language that might trigger more delicate sensibilities.

If, however, you’re up for a little bit of drama with erotic payoff at the end, then feel free to read this tale.

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