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The Clint Folsom erotic gay murder mystery series.
Habu reports that he enjoyed writing this series. His premise was a no-holds-barred treatment of an unabashedly promiscuous, laid-back, “good-guy” homicide cop with movie-star looks .
(Clint's) love of being ‘topped’ is so ingrained within his being that
each sex act is with an abandon and longing that makes men ‘feel like
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end of the book. Once I finished reading it, I rushed to buy the rest of the
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From a review by Kpasa
I Meet a Barbarian
Story by Sabb, from the book Barbarian Tales Books 1,2 & 3
Artwork by Ynal
He came over the dusty
hilltop and walked down the road toward me. As he came closer, my mouth
fell open. I had never before seen such a massive muscular physique. His arms
tapered from massive shoulders to thick-boned wrists and big, strong hands. His
legs . . . well, his legs were huge, his massive thighs a moving mass of
rippling muscle as he strode smoothly toward me. He wore only a calfskin
loincloth and some leather straps about his chest. The loincloth covered his
crotch, but as he moved, it flapped back and forth, and I could see that it was
never going to hang straight down on him. There was far too much of a mound
sitting behind it for that.
As he strode closer, he looked me over. It was a direct
assessment of my physical attributes. “Where are you from?” I shouted to
him, as he got close enough to hear.
“Why do you ask?” he bellowed back.
“I have never seen a man who looked as
muscular and strong as you do,” I replied, not wanting to offend him but
unable to stop looking down at that loincloth of his, trying to figure out just
what was behind it.
He laughed as he reached me. “I have
had a long walk and need to rest a while. Do you want join me?” he asked.
I gulped, “yes, of course, I have a
water skin you can drink from too,” I replied, taking up the leading rein on
my donkey, which carried my provisions. “Umm, where do you want to rest?”
He indicated a pile of huge rocks that
stood beside the road. “There.”
I smiled, seeing that the rocks made some
cool shade. I stepped off toward them, but he landed a huge hand on my ass and
grabbed a handful of my dusty tunic. He spun me around, and his huge arms pulled
me in to him, and he planted his lips on mine, crushing them. His hands were on
my ass, each huge hand almost completely enclosing a cheek.
“Ummm,” he grunted, as he let me fall
I could see his loin cloth was standing
out more now than before, and I was transfixed by the obvious bulge now being
made by what was behind it.
“Come on,” he said, taking my arm in
a powerful and almost painful grasp.
Once we reached the shade of the rocks,
he pushed me back against the nearest. I gasped and was a bit worried for a
moment; then he removed his loincloth, and I was too stunned by what was
revealed to worry about anything else. What he had been hiding was a huge
engorging cock, already more than one span long, and big, sagging balls. He
stroked his cock, which was still only partly hard but already as thick and long
as any I had seen before.
“Do you have any oil?” he asked.
I nodded numbly, “In the pack on my
donkey’s side,” I replied.
“Get it,” he ordered me.
I scurried over to my pack animal and dug
out the clay jar of cooking oil and returned to hand it to him. He pushed me
about, and I ended up facing the rock with him behind me. I had a pretty good
idea where this was going.
He slapped a huge hand on my shoulder and
pulled my tunic down, tearing it off me. Then I felt huge fingers parting my
cheeks and his hand slapped oil onto my ass. It dribbled down my thighs as he
pulled my hips away from the rock, and my legs followed, until I was supporting
only my head with my hands against the rock. He slathered more oil onto my ass,
and then I cried out, “OOOH,” as he plunged one of his thick fingers into my
My ass was a well-used piece of
equipment, but it had never served a man built like he was. I turned my head as
far as I could and gasped fearfully when I saw the huge rod he now stroked with
his free hand. “I don’t—” I began, my protest cut off by him jamming a
thicker finger deep inside me.
He stroked the head of his huge cock
against my hole, wetting me more and spreading the slippery oil about on himself
as well as me. I cried out as something burned its way inside me. He laughed. My
ass was emptied and I wanted it filled, but I wasn’t sure if what he was
offering me was going to be able to be accommodated inside there.
He was not concerned though, and in a
moment, I was screaming a scream that echoed through the pile of rocks and
across the valley. He had got inside me. His huge cock was tearing my entrance
up as he eased it into me. I pushed back, trying to make my ass open wider,
putting my hands back to pull my own cheeks apart. He continued to drive himself
into me, and I continued to let out screams of agony.
But then he had hit that spot, and I was
gasping for breath between my screams. The oil and my body were suddenly helping
him ease in, and he was making way inside me without tearing me apart. I groaned
now with huge groans and crying moans. He was going deeper than I’d known a
cock could go and stretching me to my limit and almost beyond, but he kept
going. Then he was in. I gasped and panted, sweating with the strain of taking
He grunted too, and his cock moved inside
me, and I screamed again. Then he slapped my ass hard and started to fuck me
with small bumps of his great hips. They bumped my ass so hard they nearly drove
my head into the rock I was leaning against. His bumping became fiercer, and my
wails again echoed through the valley.
He grunted again and suddenly pulled out
of me. I nearly collapsed onto the hard ground but he pushed me back to the rock
and turned me about. I was shaking still from the strain of his fucking me, and
he handled me like a soft toy.
He bent down and lifted my legs off the
ground, and I yelled out as he pushed my back up the rock behind me and locked
my bent knees over his forearms and spread them
as wide as he could.
My asshole was now ideally placed for
him, and I gasped fearfully as I saw his engorged cock was now well over a span
and a half in length. It stood out so hard he just pulled me forward so my ass
rode down on it. I screamed again as I felt it going into me, deeper than
before, if that was possible. It was slightly easier for me to take spread wide
as I was, but now my back was being rubbed raw by the rough rock behind me.
The he pushed me effortlessly off his
cock to near the end of it. I was no more than a bag of straw to his huge
muscles. Then he pulled me in again, his cock plunging back deep in me, while I
screamed a piercing scream. He ignored my protests and built up a steady fucking
rhythm with his hips and my body.
It was all I could do not to faint as he
plowed my ass like that. He kept the pushing-pulling fuck up for some time. Then
I felt him twitch inside me, making me scream again, while he plunged deep,
threw his head back, and roared like a lion. There was a great surge of warmth
inside me. He roared again, and I felt another flood fill me. I came myself,
over my belly and chest, just from the feel of him coming inside me.
Then his cum began to run out of me and
dribble down his thighs. He pushed me off him finally, and my legs refused to
hold me up. I collapsed into a heap at the base of the rock that had rubbed
my back raw. I couldn’t move and wondered if I’d
ever walk again.
He smiled down at me while he replaced
his loincloth. When he was done, he said to me, “Well met stranger,” and,
waving me farewell, he turned away and returned to the road, striding off into
the distance as I lay on the ground, totally fucked and drifting off into
I awoke to the cold of nighttime and
wondered why I was lying there and wondered too at the odd dream I’d had of
being fucked by a giant. Then I moved, and the pain it caused me told me it had
been no dream. I certainly had been fucked by a giant. And I knew too that my
poor donkey was going to be unhappy at having to carry me on his back the next
day, as my ass was going to be unhappy sitting astride his hard back. But I
doubted I would walk properly for some time.
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