There are a million other things I should be doing with my time...cleaning my house, riding my motorcycle, cooking my family dinner, talking to my Mother on the phone. But I can't. I just....can't. There are too many good books to read.
At first I was going to say "I have no words" but then I realized that was wrong. I've got lots of words. And I have pictures. I just don't know where to start.





Shadow puppets could only keep him amused for so long, and then it was back to checking Facebook on his phone and watching everyone post updates about parties that he couldn't go to.
"Freeze!" Dom said, then felt a little silly. He didn't have a gun or a baton or a rad snarling attack dog; all he had, to be frank, was the ability to say 'freeze' in an authoritative manner. That being done, he was slightly at a loss.
Yes! That made total sense. Score one for team security.
"Oh my god, this is so stupid," he said. "This can't be happening. No-one's ever heard of were-orcas!
Dom sat down heavily on the concrete rim of the pool, dropping his phone beside him. "Great. I've solved the mystery of whale song, and it's musical Facebook updates. New-agers aren't going to like this.
"This isn't gay," Dom mumbled when he came up for air, his words muffled against Til's mouth. "It can't be gay if it's with a werewhale."
Til's broad hands began to slide underneath the water-logged fabric of Dom's shirt, sprawling across the flat plane of his stomach. "So what does that make it?"
Dom let his head loll back against the rim of the pool. "Bestiality, probably? Fuck, that's even worse. Okay, no I changed my mind. This can be gay. Gay is fine. Gay doesn't earn me a lifetime ban from zoos and pet stores."
What was that saying? It's not gay if the balls don't touch? Til didn't seem to have any of those out on display, so technically Dom going to town on his giant whale dick wasn't gay in the slightest. Thank you, internet, he thought.
God, he was probably going to pop a boner every time he smelled saltwater for the rest of his life.
"I don't know how gay whales do things, but humans kind of need lube to pave the way. I mean, even without that fucking kraken you're packing.
Dom leant back in, wet thighs sliding against Til's skin. "Usually? For stopping my lips from getting chapped and gross after being out in the cold fucking air all night. Right now? For making sure that your goddamn sea snake doesn't rip me clean in half. That's one trip to the hospital that I really don't want to make, dude.
Dom felt light-headed: how was the main event going to fit?
Dom leant back in, wet thighs sliding against Til's skin. "Usually? For stopping my lips from getting chapped and gross after being out in the cold fucking air all night. Right now? For making sure that your goddamn sea snake doesn't rip me clean in half. That's one trip to the hospital that I really don't want to make, dude.
Dom felt light-headed: how was the main event going to fit?
<-that right there? F'in' hot!<br/>There was something moving between them, a rhythmic thudding bumping against him. With a jump, he realised that it was Til's other hand, jerking off the portion of his cock that couldn't fit into Dom. The obscene porno overload of it all left him moaning pitifully, the noise echoing around the water.
"Oh, god." Dom rolled his face into the crook of his arm, face burning. "Come in me, dude, just-- just fucking come in me, fill me with it--"
It was obscene, it was depraved, he wished he was hard again so he could come from that alone, jerking off at the sensation of being used.
A moment later an orca swam away through the water, bringing its tail down in a playful slap that drenched Dom from head to toe.