Mark Alders
I live in Melbourne, Victoria, in the land of Oz. According to my own Teenage mis-adventures, I am just an ordinary guy with a penis which likes to get me into trouble…a lot. I’ve seduced trees, copulated with watermelons, and had nice old ladies pick ants off my naked body. Yep, that’s me. Mark Alders. All round nice guy and with my brain firmly in my pants, exactly where it belongs!
So what about the here and now? Well, I am a mild, mannered post office worker by day. I have a mortgage to pay and a partner named Lee who I have been with for *cough* twenty one years *cough.* At night, my muse, the bitch, forces me into bondage and makes me sit at my computer and type out stories about men having sex with each other…all the time…over and over…in varying degrees of WTF, too!
I mean, I have stories out there about alien spiders needing humans to nourish their eggs, red-skinned aliens whose balls glow when they are sexually excited, beings who cock dock with their victims to drain them of their life force, and a young man who discovers puberty is just the start of his problems as he comes into ‘magolescence’ on his eighteenth birthday and his penis turns into a snake!
Ah, the life of a story teller. The fun never ends.
“you know, all spider-like and mother fucking huge and hairy, he made up for with how he behaved and how he treated me.”
“I dry heaved, forcing myself to try and not chuck up my guts. I had been f**ked by an insect man.”
“Well, I got my hand. What more does a man need?”“Yes, and you’ve used that hand three-thousand times since you took over the ship.”[David to Miranda]”
“So, if it's an axe weilding maniac reeking bloody havoc all over the neighborhood, exactly what are we going to defend ourselves with, our boners?"Callum to Jacob”
“If someone wanted to have a grudge against me, or didn't agree with my lifestyle, the way I breathed, the space I took up on this planet, they had an open door to 'report' to the powers that be.”
“Pain gettin’ cum spackle out of your pubes once it dries solid, you know.”
“Yeah, but you got claws and shit. I've got nothin' other than my cock. What am I gonna do, turkey slap any eternal to death?”
“I rubbed him along his back, letting him know I was there for him, and if we did have our brains sucked out at least we were together.”
“Sure. But if an undead creature or whatever comes out to eat our brains or suck out our blood, don't blame me.”
“When he was close enough, he kissed my earlobe and at the same time grabbed my cock, shook it twice, then let it go. He did the same to Callum and Zane. Was this how dragons welcomed each other? Damn. Sure beats a hand shake. Good thing I was naked. I think I would have reacted differently if Devlyn had unzipped my pants and began rummaging around in my underwear just to say hello.”