A gay adult story: Never going back by MdCowboy ,
On one scorching day in August, with temperatures reaching 112 degrees, I decided to seek refuge at the nearby water hole near the mountains. As I made my way through the barren trees, the air felt slightly cooler and the landscape much more appealing than my arid fields. Reaching the water hole, I wasted no time in stripping down and plunging into the refreshing water. The drought had caused the waterfall to diminish, but it was still invigorating to swim under its cascading flow.
It was during my playful swim that I spotted a small crevice behind the falls, which would have been concealed by water under normal circumstances. Intrigued, I swam towards it and discovered a partial opening in the rocky wall. With my curiosity piqued, I ventured inside and after approximately 50 feet, I stumbled upon a rocky beach and decided to take a break from my swim. As I rested, I noticed that the beach continued on, but in the darkness, I couldn’t see how far it stretched.
The following day, after completing the crucial task of creating ditches for the meager water source on my land, I decided to further explore the cave. Equipped with a bag containing essentials such as a flashlight, candles, and matches, I made my way to the water hole. As I waded through the water, I stowed my shoes in the bag, tied it tightly, and continued towards the falls.
This time, I put on my shoes before entering the cave and used my flashlight to guide me through the narrow passageway. As I progressed, I couldn’t help but notice that the water seemed to fill up the entire cave, suggesting the possibility of an alternate exit. True enough, as the cave started to level out and narrow, I spotted another opening not too far away. What baffled me was that I couldn’t possibly have traversed through the mountain in such a short time, as it would have taken me hours, if not days, given its size. Crawling through the tight space, I eventually emerged onto a small ledge on the other side of the opening.
To my utter amazement, I was greeted with the sight of a flourishing valley, adorned with verdant trees, glistening lakes, and winding rivers, all encircled by imposing mountain walls. The valley seemed shrouded in a mist that added to its mysterious allure, and I could hear the soothing sound of waterfalls, the chirping of birds, and the rustle of animals. I was thoroughly captivated and eagerly made my way down into the valley, relishing the sweet scent in the air.
As I walked along the wooded area, I came across a peculiar sight. A group of creatures, with the hind legs of fawns, were playing among the trees. Curious, I crept closer, concealing myself in a nearby bush. To my surprise, I realized that these creatures weren’t entirely animal. They had a mix of human and goat-like features, with fur covering their lower bodies and small deer-like tails. On their heads, they had luscious curls and furry chins, with small horns emerging from their pointed ears. As they frolicked, I noticed that the females were smaller in size and had bare breasts, while the males had thinner fur on their upper bodies.
As I continued to observe, I noticed the appearance of another group of beings. They were petite, no taller than three feet, with clear, glistening wings and pointed ears. These fairy-like creatures had the appearance of young girls, but their bodies were fully developed, with womanly curves and giggly laughter.
I couldn’t believe my eyes – I thought I must be dreaming or had died and gone to some kind of mythical afterlife. However, when I stumbled into a thorn bush and felt the pain, I knew this was all real. I trailed behind these creatures, watching as they ate fruit and drank water from nearby streams. But then, they encountered another group of beings that caught my attention.
These creatures were much larger, standing at a towering height of 6 to 8 feet. They had the head of a bull, the upper body of a man, and the lower body of a bull. These were minotaurs, as I vaguely remembered from my studies in Greek mythology. According to legend, they were supposed to be fierce and violent creatures, but here I was, watching them play and interact with one another in a peaceful manner.
Lost in my observations, I didn’t realize that the sun was setting behind the mountains, and I started to panic. As I attempted to quietly make my way back to the cave, I must have made some noise because suddenly, I found myself being chased by the minotaurs. I ran as fast as I could, but I tripped and hit my head. When I regained consciousness, I was tied up and surrounded by a group of centaurs, minotaurs, and satyrs.
The group seemed to be debating what to do with me. “It doesn’t belong here,” said one. “It’s not like us,” said another. “It covers its body in shame,” added a third. “We should get rid of it,” suggested another. Fear and confusion overwhelmed me as I waited to see what their decision would be.
One huge centaur stood in the mist of the group and shouted his auburn colored horse’s body seemed to shimmer. “We shall take this creature to the ancients and let them decide its fate.” The others agreed, but first they stripped off my clothes so not to shame the ancients. They all laughed and snickered at the sight of my furless body then placed a noose around my neck and led me off. We walked towards the mist till it became dark and then we stopped. In a small area they settled down and I was given some water. Some of the fairies seemed very interested in the way I resembled theirs in ways, they touched and felt my skin and pointed at my cock, I hadn’t seen any male fairies yet. I couldn’t sleep with all the different sound that night and trying to figure out who or what the ancients were. The Greeks called them gods such as Apollo, Athena and Zeus, but what did I know. There was also a lot of moaning and groaning coming from this group as the fucked each other.
The next morning we were off and soon passing through the mist to come to some ancient ruins that looked Greek to me. Inside we were greeted by some really old minators and centaurs that showed us a cracked and crumbling wall with pictures drawn on it. These showed man killing each other, having sex not only male and female but male to male and with animals. They told of how their kind had had to hide to survive mankinds wildness. The ancients also told us that I could not be killed by them for it was their law, but they also could not let me go for I would bring others back.
A big bull minator called Broc said that he would see that I did not leave the valley and the ancients agreed. An iron cuff was fitted to my ankle with a 20 foot chain so I could not run and then we left. On the other side of the mist I found out how much they liked to party, Broc chained to a tree and joined the party. They group started groping and fondling one another not caring who it was. Minators screwed satyrs and centaurs as satyrs fucked minators and centaurs banged minators, it was a free for all. I sat there watching and getting excited and exciting the fairies as they watched my cock grow hard. There was the stench of sex hanging in the air and I was so excited by what was going on I let the fairies play with me, they would touch and kiss my cock then run off only to come back.