I'm old enough now that I can tell this story. I planned never to confess it, but now I'm 98, so what the hell. In early 1944 I was 35, a US Army medic with our forces in Italy. I have Type AB-negative blood, the rarest type, and a flash message came in to our unit asking me to give blood for some government official injured in London in one of the V-2 rock...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...
The add said, "wanted, Houseboy willing to work hard in exchange for room and board and martial arts training. Live in only." I had come to Japan for two reasons, one I wanted to learn the ancient art of Ninjutsu from a true master and I was extremely attracted to stocky, muscular Japanese men. I had a fantasy of being a slave to my sensei in every sense of...
It had been a pretty wild night; I woke up parched and hungry. I only half remembered the private show I had done, parts of it came back in flashes like someone flipping through the channels while all hopped up on Red Bull. I found the guys in my band sitting down to breakfast, so I joined them. The smell of their food turned my stomach. Normally I'm a toas...
Lachlan walked into the barn at the wrong time. At least that was how he decided to think on the matter later. After he gouged his eyes out and washed his brain with bleach. "Uh . . . sorry." The bigger of the two men glowered at Lachlan. "You're interrupting a scene." "I came in to get water for the beagle outside." The smaller man lifted his gray capped...
I met Keith when I moved to LA after college. I was new to the city and wanted to make friends, so I joined Sierra club. That's where I met Keith. He was a couple years older than me and a native to the San Fernando Valley. He had dark hair that hung down in a forelock, glasses and a slim build. He had what I considered a dream job. He was an artist for a co...
This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. Many years ago, I was a lieutenant colonel in the US Army, commander of a Special Forces battalion, a married man of 50. We had a son, my military career was on track, and I was due to retire in a short time. The USA was then at peace, the military did only training, and discipline problems were few. Pr...
I spotted him sitting at the receptionist's desk on the first day of my new job at the University. This being the Computer Science Department there wasn't really a wealth of hot guys, so he definitely stood out. He was just my type, too—short but beefy, his head shaved clean, wearing a white t-shirt that barely contained his brick shithouse body. He had a ta...
Alex was desperate to get off the farm, but it was the only thing he knew, the only trade he had. How he longed to escape to the city, but what would he do there, he wondered. At twenty three he still looked eighteen with his clear blue eyes and shiny blond hair and freckled nose. He had a slender twenty eight inch waist but surprisingly broad shoulders, wi...
I sat bolt upright in a bed I didn't recognize. I stared down at the black satin sheets and looked next to me on the bed. Zak was next to me, his hands resting behind his head, the picture of relaxation. He wore a black silk shirt that blended in nicely with the sheets, and a pair of navy blue jeans. I was wearing some form of boxers judging by the feeling...