This is the last week I’ll be sharing from “Darling Proktiphallus” for for Rainbow Snippets, the Facebook group and meme for sharing excerpts from your own or others’ stories about queer/LGBTQIA characters. The goal is to share six sentences or lines—one for each stripe on the rainbow flag.
“Darling Proktiphallus” appears in the new Lethe Press anthology His Seed: An Arboretum of Gay Erotica. It follows JD, a horticulturist who works at a public garden in the Midwest, as he works with a new plant from an unidentified species that was sent to the public garden by a university botanist.
JD and Robert, his co-worker and occasional lover, have been trying to figure out the plant’s ideal growing conditions. They learn that it needs not only sunlight and water to thrive, but also touch. (There are lots of evolutionary explanations for this that I get into in the story, but since we’ve only got six sentences, I’ll have to skip over them here.)
As JD spends time each day nurturing the plant, he begins to develop not-so-professional feelings about it—feelings that interfere with his sleep.
JD dreamed of the plant that night: its plump lavender phalluses and tight openings, the slick slurping of the tubular pitchers around his fingers, its intoxicating scent. He woke up with a roaring hard on.
As JD stroked his aching cock, he tried to recall the fantasies he sometimes had about fucking Robert in the conservatory’s waterfall.
But all he could conjure up were sexy spadices and tight-but-pliant peristomes.
He came so hard he saw stars.
Stars and lacy green fern fronds.
Man, he really needed to get laid if he was this horny for a plant.
Want more dendrophilia? Check out His Seed: An Arboretum of Gay Erotica.