Scary Stories To Tingle Your Butt: 7 Tales Of Gay Terror Vol. 3

by Chuck Tingle

“Run! Get out of there!” the woman screams. “The call is coming from inside your butt!”

“Jet fuel is for drinking, but I run on cum, silly.” I’m no expert on planes, but this makes perfect sense to me.

I imagine wrapping a scarf around my neck and then going out to the pumpkin patch, maybe carving a jack-o-lantern and then curling up on the couch with a good book while the wind howls outside. I suddenly realize that I’m now rock hard, my cock aching

Autumn shrugs slightly. “I’m not for everyone, but the ones that like me, really like me.” “I really like you,” I tell him, bluntly, astonished at myself as the words leave my mouth.

I lean forward and kiss the handsome physical manifestation of Fall passionately on the lips, a surge of erotic electricity pulsing through my body.

“Get over here and pound me like rain boots stomping through a puddle on a crisp Fall day,” I command.