All communication in parenthesis is done mentally. * Chapter 1 Silence echoed within the tight confines of the carriage as it quickly sped through the cool autumn night, the passengers inside each lost in their own thoughts. Neither paid attention to the foreboding trees outlining the trail at which they traveled, nor did they pay any heed to the eerie ho...
Prologue Many of you reading this may not be familiar with an organisation called The International Federation of Naked Bodybuilders or IFNB for short. Well as this story concerns men who are associated with the IFNB, might I suggest that you familiarise yourself with the activities of this, I suspect, fictive organisation, by logging-on to its blog? The ad...
Chapter 1 The sun sets fat and aflame into the plains of the west, dying a slow death. Leagues of scrub brush, rocks, and dust stretch to the horizon, beyond which lie the cities of Ekron and Joppa. To the north is Geba, and to the south is Bethlehem, those two perched upon the hilly ridges of the Judean Mountains just like I am, here, imprisoned in this c...
Dear Readers, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading this. It is truly a love story, so please hunker down and strap yourself in for some serious reading. For those of you who just like a quick romp, I'd like to apologize in advance and advise that maybe you try something new. It is always a joy for me to be able to express myself through my stories and an...
A couple of days later, a police officer rang the doorbell. "Officer Peters. What can I do for you?" Kyle remembered the officer from his previous visit when he had been raped. "I need to speak to you for a couple of minutes. May I come in?" "Sure. Come on in." He stepped aside to allow the officer to enter his living room. Always the thoughtful host, he a...
[For an earlier story in the NYPD vice detective Mike Kavanagh series, see "Inevitable Case."] Mike Kavanagh stood at the French balcony window of his "seen better times" hotel on Canal Street, looking at the festival parade units forming below him, and then beyond to the western edge of the French Quarter. He was lucky to have found a residence hotel this...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
I lay there trying to gather my wits about me. I could not recall ever cumming that hard. A hot cock pounding my prostate as my balls released. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. As my head cleared, I realized Markus was lingering about somewhere. I peeked into the hall and he was not in sight, so I picked up my clothes and put them back on. Next,...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello and welcome to another hot chapter of this intriguing story. Thank you very much for everything and your great love. I really love you a lot. I just hope this chapter will be able to make you smile and laugh as you read. Don't forget to drop your comments and rates on this story. Feel the passion... *****...
I am really hoping you will enjoy this chapter as I did while writing. I would really love to hear from you about the twist in this story because I wanna hear whether it's a hit or complete no. Don't forget to fasten your seat belts as you read, just joking. Enjoy... ******* Ramon's car arrived at Martinez hotel and he was feeling both nervous and scared....