Jonathan woke slowly, as someone strange to him, was calling out his name. He felt him gently patting his face. The sound of his voice seemed so foreign to him. This was someone he has not met... did not know. As his eyes fluttered open, he realized he was back in the hospital again. In a intoxicated, confused state, his mind seemed to only want the sweetn...
Peach bitten sweetly in the spring ripens to full cut-sleeve perfection in the summer. P'ai had heard the sweet song of Wang-t'ao, the handsome stranger from Wuhan his father had met at the Yangtze ferry stand, many times before in the brief time Wang-t'ao had been in the village, but now it was bringing tears to his eyes. He could not be sure why, but he w...
"Tony...." Bruce called from downstairs, as he wandered around looking for everyone. "Damn it, Bruce..." Tony fussed, as relief came over him suddenly. He watched the handsome man he had not seen in a couple years, come bounding up the stairs with purpose. "Where's Jonathan and Greg?" the man demanded, his eyes were filled with obvious concern. "What? No...
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The music made Pai smile. He had heard the sweet song of Wangtao, the handsome stranger from Danyang his father had met at the Dan River ferry stand, many times before in the brief time Wangtao had been in the village, but now it was bringing tears to his eyes. He could not be sure why, but he was trembling, knowing that something momentous was happening. Or...
Jonathan stared into Bruce's face for a long moment. It seemed they both were watching the other, as the man was looking longingly back at him. But he smiled gently at the young man. "What's on yer mind, Jon?" He asked, not sure by the very different look on his face. It was an expression he had never seen on him before. Jonathan shrugged, feeling he shoul...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Warning, this story contains explicit descriptions of male/male sex. Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall and my beta reader nomoretears00 for their sharp eyes endless encouragement. Sex Slave - 8: Lust and Betrayal...
by PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (This is the final, author-approved version of this story. It contains a few additions and minor corrections to spelling and punctuation. The authors hope you enjoy it.) Copyright, 2010. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced by any means, electronic or otherwise, without express permission of the authors...
It was a day that changed history when I finally was passed through the lines and stood before the chamberlain of King Claude in the castle keep of St. Jerome's. The battle had just been won, the castle within a half hour of final capitulation. Soldiers, sweating and running in blood themselves, were still walking among the vanquished laying about where they...
Jonathan gasped, as he tried to roll over onto his right side. He had become sore, since Tony had helped him with his little problem that morning. The soreness had progressed throughout the day. Now he could barely move because of it. "What gives, kid?" Tony asked, standing from the chair he had been sitting in. "I can't move anymore... It hurts to much."...