Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "The Sambia people are a tribe of mountain-dwelling people whose society is well-known by cultural anthropologists for its ritualised acts of male homosexuality. Among their more widely-recounted practices are semen ingestion and oral-anal contact, especially between males of inter-generati...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 7 After our marathon fuck, we lay down in George's bed to rest and eventually all fall asleep. An hour or so later we all wake up and realise it is getting dark. Dan and George both decide they wanna go clubbing but I am a little sore. "Try some poppers," says George, ha...
Billy had not been pirated again. Instead a somewhat confused American naval man from the USS Philadelphia rowed him directly back to his own ship, where he was handed a pair of trousers, rowed back to the Elizabeth, and kept under guard and separated from anyone else while the naval officers of the Philadelphia, under the command of William Bainbridge, work...
I'm Scott, 6ft, green eyes, 36, medium brown hair, short beard, got a nice muscled bod from my days in the USMC. Ever since I got out of the military, I found wrestling with my buddies was a great way to get in a good workout and great sex on top of it. My last couple of matches have been with this guy named Tibor. He is about my height, Russian, 45, bald he...
Since he had nothing important to do on such a cool and tranquil Saturday, Leo found himself in the perfect mood. He grabbed his notebook and left his house. The eighteen-year-old high school senior didn't have many friends to begin with, but it didn't bother him very much. He always enjoyed being alone. Being an aspiring writer in his spare time helped in s...
The gentlemen, the three principles of the expedition, Peter Cushing, Daniel Hobart, and Addis Shern, were conversing at the rail when Captain Lynch sidled up to them from out of the darkness. He always felt so inferior—and, he thought, was treated as such—when he approached their counsel. But he was the captain of this vessel, not any one of the three of th...
It was nearly 3:00 PM on a Wednesday. The year was 2003. The place was Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city of dreams. The city of sin. Nicky Robinson stood outside of the tall downtown skyscraper. He was eighteen years old and he looked it. In fact, he looked very young for his age. His face was smooth and boyish and his sandy blonde hair only added t...
"Hey, you, soldier. Come with me." "Mich . . . I mean me?" Johann answered. He'd learned to speak English fairly well in the more than a year that it took him to move from New York City, to Canada, and then back down here to Saratoga. But sometimes he didn't think and reverted to German. "Yes, you. You're being reassigned. By me. Get whatever gear you have...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. The characters are entirely fictitious and are not based on anyone who has or is still living. Any resemblances to any person or persons who are alive or dead are completely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age. The following contains some explicit scenes of male/male sex and a...
In the picturesque county of Worcestershire, we have some really quaint villages and country inns and it was in one of these that I met Billy: Billy is certainly a character, rather roguish at times, generous with has money but always a real gent, however deep down I got the impression that there was more to him than what he was prepared to reveal. It took s...