***This all started when I was on deployment, before that I didn't have any thought of wanting to suck cock, turns out I wanted more than that. This is a true story.*** I had just gotten into the part of Afghanistan where I would be spending my deployment. It was before we had or permanent rooms for deployment, so we were staying in tents right next to the...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...
This was just a temporary gig, but they'd stuffed Karl into a dark green coverall with the Army logo plastered on the sleeve. It wasn't really that much different than his flightsuit but the colour and texture was all wrong and it just didn't feel right wearing some grease-monkey's gear instead of his own. There was nothing he could do about it, though—Army...
All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI's do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I'm not going to say don't try this at home, but take care of yourself. All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal ag...
Ebisu Hoseida, owner of all of the cotton mills within sight of Musashino Mountain, sighed as he wiggled his hips into the pillows and held his young consort's silken black-haired head in his lap. Toshiro was working vigorously on trying to bring Ebisu's cock alive, but it was slow going. Ebisu cursed his luck. Forty years building his fortune and begetting...
There was no transition that I could ever make myself remember. One moment I was trapped in my gunner's seat in the burning B-29B bomber just moments after the raid on Osaka. Air was whistling loudly through the shrapnel holes in the fuselage, spraying me with blood from the nearly decapitated Pete in the EWO's position beside me, and I was frantically searc...
I'm driving home and as I approach the stop light, I'm behind an army guy on a motorcycle. I can see in his mirrors that he's kind of cute, but probably straight and married. But hey, a guy can look right? The light turns green, he kicks off his bike and turns the corner, as do I. I end up following him accidentally for a little while, then he goes straigh...
After taking care of Jake and Al again, Al told me to get up off the floor and get them a beer. I got up, shakily, and went to the refrigerator. I could hear them laughing and whispering something behind me but not really getting what they were saying. I got out two beers and yelled back, "May I have one too?" Jake yelled it was "OK just hurry the fuck up"....
You know what it is when you are away from your lover for weeks on end, like when I was with the army in Korea. It was one hell of a war and most of the guys did it I guess. We are all human and normal red blooded guys who need that certain comfort of a woman or, in dire circumstances (if you are homosexual, or just a bit of both as am I) ) another guy can...
Many years ago I worked for a British bank in Lima, Peru. I had an American girlfriend, Susan, who worked for a US airline. We were invited to a wedding in a small village, just outside the city. We drove there in Susie's beaten up old Buick and found the village without any problems. The party was great, the people were very friendly, and we had a great tim...