"God Dammit, what does the Ruskie want now?" Mission Control's eyes were blazing. He knew the communications officer was in his office again because of the Russian cosmonaut. Nearly all visits by the commo officer was because of the Russian cosmonaut. "He says he can't check and repair the space shuttle, General Bendix, Sir." The commo officer was standing...
When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I'd be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn't seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I...
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Pelaam October 2007. * Captain Diego Alverez strolled jauntily through the colourful marketplace. Occasionally a stallholder would call out a greeting and the buccaneer would shout his reply or simply doff his red, feathered hat and affect a sweeping bow. He smiled widely. The financial success from his last cargo had been safely salted away, the swashbuck...
So this was what serving the ship's needs was about, I thought. I was riding the tramp steamer captain's cock in his cabin on the Pitcairn. He was on his back, and I was saddled on his hips and both rising and falling and rotating on the shaft, driven deep, in every direction imaginable. He had my full attention—and had had it ever since he slapped me around...
"I'm not quite sure what to say . . . um, Jamie, was it? We've never had a walk-in on this before. I think maybe you should be talking to—" "You are Sam Winterberry of the special unit, aren't you?" "Yes, but I don't know how you knew anything about such a unit or about me. Could you just sit here a minute and—" Sam Winterberry had never in his long years...
I rolled in about 3:00 and parked my bike in the garage, took my stuff in the house and grabbed a beer. I put my bike stuff in the mud room and went to the master suite. "Hello" "Hey Billy babe, I'm home." "Whose home?" "Mine." "Good week?" "Yeah. Good guy. I helped. Who knows, I could have fucked him up." "I doubt that. What's going on tonight or thi...
There was hermit on the island that lived in his cabin on a hill. He to wore the traditional loincloth and enjoyed the island's ministrations. His name is Matt and this morning he was eating his breakfast of cereal and juice, his usual breakfast, outside of his cabin. He did this to enjoy the sunshine and sea breeze that would come up his mountain. He did no...
"I'll go with him." "Of course you will," the Lazy S foreman said, turning and giving me a leer and a snicker. I thought that was a bit mean because Sam wasn't getting anything the foreman hadn't gotten before him. Who was he to be showing judgmental? The foreman told Sam that someone needed to go up to the Culbertson farm up the valley half way to the top...
My name is Craig and I have been on here before. I am now twenty years old and working as a Junior Purser on a Cruise Ship in the Mediterranean. Originally I came from Stornoway in Scotland but had to finish my studies at Universities in Ayr and Glasgow to gain qualifications in business and maritime; this is my story. Initially I lived in Halls of Residenc...