Preview: Chrono Crush - excerpt from 'Stone Age Dream'

Here's a snippet of my newest work under the LockeHeart name! "Chrono Crush" is a series of seven, illustrated short stories which will be sold in both printed and e-book formats. This erotic, time-travelling romance follows Billy Travers, a himbo historian and hapless fuckboy, who challenges the god Eros to a contest of love. The wily god tests Billy by hurtling him through time and space, wherein he must seduce seven different historical hunks from the past and future, and heal their hearts in order to save his own. This preview is from the first story, 'Stone Age Dream'.

"Chrono Crush" will feature the art of bara illustrators Topi and Guapo Mansi.

Though he was only a half a foot taller than him, the lion killer was incredibly built and naturally muscular, with a cushioning of fat around his chest, belly, and arms. His most notable appendages were his legs–quads, thighs, and calves the size of the enormous trees rising around the wild grove. Being from a time before steroids, modern nutrition, and fitness, the hunter’s body was not the ‘anabolic extreme’ of certain bodybuilders and athletes from Billy’s 21^st century. Still, Billy guessed the caveman would have been considered quite robust for his time.

In other words, he was a stone age stud.

Billy was still hesitant about making any sudden movements. The big guy had since sheathed his stone knife into a loop on his loincloth. He slowly reached his hand towards Billy’s chain necklace, poked it with his finger, and then tugged the collar of Billy’s shirt. “What skins…these?”

“Um…H&M clearance rack?”

The words were lost on him. “This one has no tools. No weapons.” He poked Billy’s stomach, then his chest. “But…well fed. Big arms too. Hmm. You need food. Me…give food.” He gestured to the lion carcass lolling in the dirt a few feet away.

His prehistoric generosity did not come as a surprise. Billy knew hunter-gatherer societies of the time were remarkably equitable and altruistic. If anything, it was modern men who could learn a thing or two from them.

The wild man looked like he still didn’t know quite what to make of Billy, and for Billy, the feeling was mutual. “Me alone too,” the hunter grumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Me take this back to dwelling.” He pointed at the carcass with hands flat, and palms open, another quirk of prehistoric communication. He then moved his hands towards Billy. “And take this one back too. Me alone, so me will make you mate.”

Billy had been entirely focused on studying the hunter’s mannerisms, so it took him a second to process what the caveman had said. “Yeah, I…WHAT?”

The near-naked man in the skins examined Billy like he had misunderstood. “You? Me? Mate.” He clapped his hands together—which Billy took as the prehistoric gesture for ‘fuckin’. The hunter smiled (his teeth, while not perfect, were remarkably clean). “Make many babies. Then, no alone anymore! Me have clan again. Very happy. Strong babies!”

The man enthusiastically cuffed Billy in the shoulder. “Strong mate.”

The friendly pat hit Billy harder than he’d expected. He rubbed his shoulder, trying to decide what do next. The long-haired hunter decided for him. One moment, Billy stood with feet on the ground, and the next he had been scooped off the earth and slung over the wide man’s shoulder.

“I…oh wow, you ARE strong. But…you got the wrong idea, bro! I can’t make babies.”

The strong man knelt forward, gingerly, and slung the lion carcass over his other shoulder with one arm, not so much as breaking a sweat. “Of course, make babies! Me is very fertile and strong. Auru.” He began walking briskly towards a break in the tree line.

“Auru?” Billy asked. The words didn’t translate.

As Billy re-adjusted his cap, ensuring it didn’t fall off the ground and pervert the course of human history (he’d seen enough time travel sci-fi to be wary of things like that) he felt the strong man pat his bottom. He blushed. Damn, these tight jeans!

“This one is healthy…but no weapons. Auru teach you how to roar.”

“Auru…is your name?” Billy had questions, but a drip on his head distracted him from any sort of follow-up. He looked up to see that the blue sky had shifted gray, and it was starting to drizzle.

Auru, if that was his name, stopped and sniffed the air. “Oh, rain. Dwelling not far.”

“I can walk, dude. You can let me down.” As much as I love taking a ride on a big, strong hunk…

The lion hunter happily obliged with grunt, letting Billy down and re-adjusting the lion carcass by splaying it across his shoulder. Billy imagined it weighed more than him and was both impressed and—more to the point—slightly aroused. Well, I’ve seen the strong, now where’s the fertile?

Unfortunately, the rain put a literal dampener on Billy’s amorous aspirations, and by the time the two men arrived at the slope of a hill, Billy was thoroughly soaked. Auru nodded to an outcropping at the base of the slope, and Billy understood that he was now staring at a ‘dwelling’ comprised of logs, branches, leaves, and what appeared to be massive bones. Mammoth bones, Billy decided, based on what he knew of the era.

Auru patiently guided him to the shelter. Billy saw that it extended into the mouth of a cavern, with a firepit to demarcate the boundary between the two. A fear of spiders and other crawling things made him think twice about entering, but he hated the sensation of the damp, wet clothing clinging to his skin even more.

Auru tossed the lion carcass down at the front of the cave. “Remove skins,” he said, motioning towards the mouth of the cave. “I make fire.”

“Umm…” Billy looked behind him. Auru moved past, into the opening, towards the remnants of a firepit. He sat on its edge, out of Auru’s way, and removed his wet sneakers, socks, backpack, and hat. Auru briefly glanced at them, understandably confused—but intrigued—at modern clothing. It was highly likely he’d assumed Billy was from another tribe. Or maybe, due to the lack of inter-tribal conflict in this time, he was simply less suspicious of the unknown.

The big man bent over, removed the skin-cowl from around his shoulders, and began using a hand-drill stone on a collection of dried leaves and sticks in a char pit. His motions and his carefully timed blowing soon bore smoke, then flame.

Billy, shivering, cupped his hands over his elbows, hugging himself while he watched Auru make fire. He decided that there was absolutely nothing ‘primitive’ about this man, who demonstrated the same capacity for intelligence as anybody in Billy’s time (arguably, even more).

While he moved about the pit, Auru squatted closer to the fire, opening his massive thighs, and inadvertently allowing the scrap of animal skin around his waist to sway slightly to the side, giving Billy a hint of what lay beneath. Billy forced himself to avert his eyes, refusing to let his libido to trump his code of ethics.

Then again, Auru did say he wanted to mate.

While Auru attended to the fire, Billy looked around the cavern. The ceiling was just low enough that he had to stoop to see the deliberate groupings of berries, mosses, and roots nestled into wrappings of leaves—essentially, Auru’s ‘pantry’.

“This one is cold,” Auru piped up. He nodded to Billy, who was indeed shivering. “Take off skins and lay skins on sticks by fire to dry. Auru will not take.” He smiled and shuffled over to one of the ‘pantry nooks’ removing a small branch, which he used to clean his teeth. He offered one to Billy, in an act of cave-hospitality, who graciously took it.

After examining it and—in a very Auru-like fashion—sniffing it, Billy placed the branch into his mouth and found it had both the texture of a toothbrush and a not-unpleasant taste. He suddenly remembered a field trip from when he was younger, when a naturalist had showed how people in old times used to use branches to clean their teeth.

Billy felt a tug on his shirt. Without time to protest, the caveman yanked it off over his head like he was undressing a toddler for bedtime. Billy dropped the ‘toothbrush’ on the ground. “Hey—hey!”

Auru placed Billy’s wet shirt near the fire, and looked up at him with soft, shining eyes. “Hmm?”

He really was a big sweetie. A big sweetie that could snap a lion in half, granted. “Fine.” Billy took a deep inhale of wet earth smell and campfire, and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the cavern ground.

Auru kindly took these as well. Then, he nonchalantly grabbed onto Billy’s red jockstrap and slipped it off just as easily, tossing it next to his other wet vestments.

“Oookay, I guess we’re doing that too,” Billy said, naked but for the chain around his neck. He looked down. I wish I wasn’t so cold. This is misleading advertising.

If that were the case, Auru didn’t appear to mind at all. He investigated Billy’s low hanging nuts, and thick cock with the same interest he showed everything else, going as far as to—what else? —sniff them.

Men had done weirder to Billy. And, in any case, Auru abruptly lost interest. He winced, grabbing for his back. “Agh.”

Billy saw the wound from the lion’s claw. It wasn’t bad, but the three red lines looked like they hurt badly. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

Auru grunted, and nodded, waving towards a gnarl of grass immediately behind Billy. “Medicine,” he said. “Medicine for hurt.” He turned around, showing off his massive back, and pointed to his injury.

Billy happily grabbed the scraggly grass. “Like this?” He applied it, gently, to the scratch.

Auru flinched. Then, he sighed. “Yes. This medicine. Special moss.”

“Hold still,” Billy said. He pressed down. “Woah, you do not skip back day, do you?” He held the moss a moment longer, until Auru turned back around to face him.

His face was soft and understanding as he reached up and placed his hand on Billy’s cheek. “This one is kind.”

His touch made Billy’s cock twitch awake. He hoped his host didn’t notice. Billy thought about saying something to break the tension (Auru was definitely more of the strong, silent type) when he noticed something on the wall. Many ‘somethings’.

Cave paintings. They had been etched in black and ochre red, with images overlapping each other. The fire light, which had grown in size, didn’t just illuminate the drawings of bulls, elks, and lions flocking across the wall, it enchanted them. Now, Billy understood the reason for the ‘overlap’ style of art. The flicker of the fire, in essence, made the pictures move, like frames of animation. Stick figure hunters pursued bulls. Elks ran across streams. The walls of the cave were as alive as the world outside.

Traumatic breakups. Gods. Time travel. Lions. It had all been worth it for this exact moment. Auru noticed Billy regarding the art. “Me make pictures. Clan say…me foolish for doing so. But my people…gone now.”

The deep sadness in his voice required no further translation. Billy placed a hand on Auru’s giant shoulder. “What happened to your clan?”

“Stone. All stone.”

“Stone?”

“Big fire. Big loud. Thunder without lightning. Then, darkness. Then, soil from sky that make everyone stone. Me? On hunt. Not become stone.”

It took Billy a moment to put the archaic puzzle piece together. Thunder without lighting. A volcanic eruption. Fire from the sky. Pumice ash, or a pyroclastic cloud. Like Pompeii, it had likely suffocated and entombed Auru’s people, turning them to ‘stone’.

Auru grabbed onto Billy’s hand and placed it over his large chest. “My heart, hurt without wound.” With his free hand, he touched the skin beneath his eyes with his fingertips. “My eyes…like rain.”

He really was alone. Billy kept his hand on his chest for a few seconds, then took it back. “I…am so sorry.” He hoped he understood. For Billy, ‘sorry’ had never felt substantial enough to convey meaning anyway.

“That is why I make picture. If no picture, nobody know my people were here.” Auru nodded to the wall of art. “Nobody know me here.”

Auru stood. From Billy’s position on the ground, he looked even larger. He walked to one of the more detailed drawings, a flock of horned cattle. “This,” he said, pointing at the picture. “Auru.” Then, he patted his chest. “Me. Auru.”

“Auru,” Billy repeated. He dug deep into his knowledge of ancient languages, found what he was looking for, and smiled. “Yes! That’s close to the ancient, etymological origin for the word ‘aurochs’, or bull.”

The caveman smiled. “Me, Auru.”

Billy returned the grin, then looked down and noticed something peeking out from just beneath Auru’s loincloth. Either the material was shorter than Billy had originally estimated, or Auru’s cock had gotten longer. He had become erect. It made sense. The skin-to-skin contact, and the warm fire. The closeness…

Billy shared the sentiment. He looked down, unable to deny his libido any longer. “You…look like you want to mate now.”

Auru nodded, grunting his approval. He stripped off his loin cloth and tossed it to the earth.

Consent granted. Billy had fucked in some odd places before, but a cave was definitely a new experience. He positioned himself on his knees, which wasn’t the most comfortable surface to kneel on, but hopefully this next bit would make the scrapes and potential bruising worth it.

Billy looked up into Auru’s curious, intelligent eyes, and smiled. “Let me show you something, Auru. Some modern mating techniques.”

Billy couldn’t resist pulling back Auru’s loincloth and giving his girth a closer inspection. True to his namesake, his bull-balls were big and low hanging. His cock wasn’t too tremendously long, but it was certainly thick, with a soft round, proportional head—dark, smooth, and veiny.

Perfect. Billy placed his lips to the tip, gauging Auru’s reaction, and then began drawing a ring around its head with his tongue.

The big man’s moan resonated into Billy’s mouth. “Feels…good.”

Hell yeah it does, big guy. Billy moved his tongue slowly down the shaft, down to his balls, earthy with the smell of man. Billy suckled on them, allowing himself to be marked by Auru’s natural scent.

“Aghh,” the wild man moaned. “Feel very good.”

It dawned on Billy that he might be giving the first blowjob in all of human history. In any case, he took all of Auru inside his mouth.

The caveman responded enthusiastically, perhaps more than Billy expected. He clamped his big hand around Billy’s head and drove his mouth down. “More.”

Billy felt his eyes water with the need to suppress his gag reflex. Thankfully, in addition to knowing all the key dates and players of the Napoleonic wars, Billy also knew how to throat a cock deeply. He allowed Auru to use his mouth and esophagus as a sex toy. The high was impossible to measure. When he was comfortable with his ‘mates’, as it were, Billy loved having his mouth used like this, and he gladly pleasured and pumped his own cock while Auru went to work with the same intensity as starting a fire.

With a soft groan, Auru withdrew himself from Billy’s mouth. His cock hung wet and hard in front of his new friend, who wanted only to dive back in. “Wait,” Auru said. He grabbed Billy by the skull (which hurt but hurt good) and forced him into his feet. Billy had little time to react before Auru kissed him.

Granted, he used a lot of tongue, and at times Billy thought Auru was trying to eat him from the inside, but it felt right. Historians and scientists still hadn’t quite figured out why humans kissed, but it was apparent to Billy that they had already been doing this for some time.

Auru finally permitted Billy air, trailing a long string of saliva as they parted lips. Billy put his face forward to keep the passion going, but a sudden pressure on his head—Auru gripping down on his skull—made him freeze. The caveman forced Billy’s head down into his chest, then over into his armpit.

“Mark you as mate,” the prehistoric hunk grunted. “Mark you as mate. Smell.”

It was not a tremendous ask. Billy gladly buried his face into Auru’s furry armpit, catching a whiff of his musky odor. It wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter. Auru forced his head deeper, and—fearing he might suffocate—Billy had no choice but to start tonguing the crook of Auru’s armpit, tasting his sweat.

The caveman shivered and groaned. “Yes. Good mate.” He pulled Billy, gasping, out of his armpit and then leaned into to sniff him. “Smell like Auru. Good.”

There was something so dominant and primitive about being forced to coat himself in Auru’s scent, that Billy couldn’t help but stroke himself in front of the strong huntsman. Maybe it was an element of the cavestud’s natural pheromones. “Do whatever you want to me,” Billy said, biting his lip. He hoped he wouldn’t regret those words—Auru could probably crush him just as easily as he had snapped that lion in two.

“Grr.” The caveman pointed to a sort-of-carpet, a bedding of leaves behind Billy. “Lay down. Now. Me make you feel good.”

Now Billy was genuinely intrigued (and horny as hell). Erect and wanting, he watched Auru pick up a soft, green colored gourd or fruit from the floor. Auru made an opening in one end with his stone knife, another opening at the bottom, and then scooped out the pulp. Then, with bestial desire, he placed the gourd over his cock and began fucking it.

“This special,” Auru grunted, thrusting in deep, filling the cavern with the sound of wet, sucking noises. “It make feel good.”

A prehistoric fleshlight! Billy was blown away. Anthropologists didn’t know what they were missing out on. Billy watched Auru with lustful enthusiasm, taking in the sight of the man’s pecs and stomach pulse and bounce with each thrust. His face was mostly expressionless, save for his parted lips and eager eyes. There was no question about it though—he was enjoying himself.

With a wet pop, Auru pulled his wet cock free from the gourd and held it up to Billy. “Feel good with me. Come.”

Billy pointed at himself, not completely understanding what Auru meant until the man crept closer and reclined on his side. Billy looked down at the gourd, or fruit, and held onto it along with Auru while he pressed his own, hard cock into the wet pulp. This was weird, but Billy was the sort to try anything once.

He was glad he did. “Oh fffuuuuuck.” The sensation was instantaneous. Billy assumed right away that the fruit, which felt warm and amazing on his cock, had some sort of aphrodisiacal effect as well. He felt his hole twitch and his prostate contract. He began thrusting, automatically—an uncontrollable lust and need to breed taking over his mind.

Auru grunted. Billy, despite his ‘civilized’ demeanor, couldn’t help but join him in his low growls and mating sounds. The two men lay facing each other, digging deeply, relentlessly pounding the primitive sex toy. Billy found the sensation of Auru’s fat cock prodding and rubbing against him to be indescribable. He feared he might cum too soon at this rate.

Auru’s hair fell over his chest as he nodded to Billy with pride. “Us, together, mate.”

He could have told Billy anything and he would have said ‘yes’. Billy had seen tons of ‘gooning’ videos from his pornography-abundant era, and always found their performers’ states of mind to be obvious exaggerations. Now? He felt like he could surpass them in the sheer, mindless, rutting he and Auru were experiencing together. It was probably for the best that this fruit, whatever it was, had gone extinct in his time. Billy would have gladly brought some back with him…

 Billy didn’t want to cum yet, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop. His inhibitions were gone. Auru had brought him into prehistoric realm of the senses, and Billy felt a kinship with the breeding beasts on the wall. He needed to give his mate what he wanted.

Wordlessly, Billy withdrew his cock from the magic gourd and presented himself—almost barbarically—to Auru. He spread his massive cheeks and showed his pink hole, puckering and hungry to be mounted. If Billy had any sense of decorum left, it had gone on vacation.

I can’t make babies, but fuck it, let’s try.

Auru responded by burying his nose and face deep between Billy’s cheeks and taking a deep, long whiff. “In heat,” Auru grunted, taking some of the gooey lubricant from inside the gourd and placing it on his fingers. “Perfect for breeding.”

Billy’s eyes had already rolled into the back of his skull well before Auru took him from behind. He was not a gentle lover, and if not for the numbing—and ‘opening’—effects of what Billy decided to call ‘popper fruit’, Billy would have probably screamed and asked Auru to pull out. Instead, the pain of his rectum being forced open by Auru’s thick, caveman cock instantly converted into raw pleasure. Only the pressure remained, adding fire to the fuel.

“Oh fuck, Auru, oh fuck.” Billy groaned and let him be fully mounted by his bull. Auru thrusted deep and fast, grunting, and groaning, uninhibited.

 Billy joined him, mostly because he no longer had any control over his senses. Auru had reduced him to a base nature. Billy’s words turned into moans and growls, with every thrust. Just before he completely lost himself, Billy recalled some homoerotic, locker room talk among his friends bragging about lovers that could open up their ‘second hole’, whatever that meant. Billy was a historian, not a biologist, so he had no idea what corresponded anatomically to a ‘second hole’, but if was in possession of one, Auru was penetrating it right now.

And it felt indescribable.

After a serious thrust that Billy generally felt might damage his insides, Auru removed himself with a loud moan. It was enough to momentarily pull Billy from the brink to find out what was going on. As Billy turned his head to look back, he felt Auru dig his hands into the sides of his big thighs—almost painfully—and twist him around to face him. “Wh-what—”

“Best position to mate,” Auru grunted. He leaned over and looked into Billy’s eyes. The firelight reflected back in Auru, full of strength, and warmth, and tenderness. He was the fire. Though gentle in demeanor, he was not gentle about forcing Billy’s legs apart and yanking them over his shoulders, much as he’d done to the lion. This wasn’t just sex. This was rutting between two wild bulls.

Auru re-mounted Billy in a mating press—a name that could not have been more apt in this moment. Back pushed against the hard rocks, and ankles wrapped around Auru’s thick neck, Billy took a deep breath, pushing out while Auru pushed in.

“Agh,” Auru grimaced with arousal, trapping Billy between his massive body and the ground. He began moving and out, pushing down.

Now, Billy felt like the gourd he and Auru had fucked into pulp. He ground his teeth and dug his fingers into the cavern floor. All the while, Auru pulled out and shoved him back in. Billy didn’t know what would happen first, Auru crush his outsides with his bulk, or crush his insides with his cock.

“Fuck, Auru…”

The caveman stopped and looked into Billy’s eyes with assurance. Having bent Billy nearly in half, Auru leaned in and gave Billy another tongue-filled kiss; a reprieve. He nodded. Yes?

Billy had to force his eyes from the back of his skull to meet Auru directly, with yearning. “Y-yes,” Billy moaned back.

And so, it was. Auru thrust down and out, riding Billy with wild abandon. This is what pavement must feel like when it’s being jackhammered, Billy thought, close to tapping out. He held on, of course. Auru might be a caveman with the rutting instincts of a wild beast, single-minded in its mating, but Billy was a vers-bottom from the Boston suburbs. He had been training his whole life for a moment like this.

Auru not only plowed Billy’s hole hard but knew how to position himself to hit Billy’s spot. Billy, losing his grip on his senses, decided it was simultaneously the roughest and sweetest way anybody had ever fucked him.

Auru’s hair dangled down into Billy’s face, which somehow made the experience even more erotic. Billy wanted to keep staring into Auru’s eyes, to hold onto that flicker of humanity, but the sensations coursing through his body forced his eyes back into his head.

“Yes,” Auru grunted. “Mate. Bill…lee. Bill…lee feel good.”

“I…oh fuck, this feels…amazing.”

“Teach you…how to roar.”

The transformation took hold. Billy momentarily forgot himself, his language, his era, surrendering himself completely to primal ecstasy. Auru growled at him, and he growled back. Their grunts and yelps rose, playing off each other in perfect cadence to Auru’s thrusts, until they combined into a crescendo.

“AGGHHH!”

“RAGGGGH.”

Billy thought he felt his g-spot actually contract and spasm. The next thing he knew, he was roaring and shooting jets of milky, white cum all over himself, including his face…which made himself shoot even harder. At the same time, he felt something warm and wet fill his insides, spilling out across his thighs and back.

Thank goodness he couldn’t actually get pregnant. As Auru pulled out, Billy watched—half fascinated, half shocked—as a steady stream of pearlescent cum trickled out of his hole, onto the cave floor.

Ecstatic, and likely on the verge of cardiac episode, Billy leaned back and tried to ignore the cuts and scrapes making scratch art on his back (the blanket of leaves only doing the bare minimum to keep him comfortable).

“Damn,” Billy sighed, feeling the warm caveman’s head lay against his chest. “You were right about being fertile.”

Auru smiled. “See? Many babies!”

As the ‘popper fruit’s’ magic wore off, the soreness it warded made itself known. Billy—in great pain—laid down by the fire and turned his head away while Auru went about flaying and dressing the wildcat. Thankfully, Auru’s special moss did wonders for Billy’s worn-out, open, throbbing hole.

He was almost embarrassed. He had never bottomed like that before. Nor could he remember the last time he’d come that hard, either. It was like the hit of a soporific drug. Maybe that Eros isn’t such a naughty boy after all…