Tay Jay circled the room. Plasma TV, view of the park, Mardi Gras tiles on the kitchen floor, custom made cabinets, large walk in closets in the bedrooms. "This has everything," he said trying not to emphasis his astonishment. "I like it." The penthouse had a large open living room that felt like being inside a menagerie. The private pool reflected blue shar...
"I think it's wreckage of a ship. From the storm last night. It's not strange to find ship wreckage on the Cefalu beach after a tempest like that." Two scouts, on their regular patrol along the Adrano coastline while the forces of the Prince of Madness sought to invade the island nation, had stopped on the beach, their attention arrested by shattered ship p...
When I'd just turned 18, I sucked off a possibly unhinged man in the showers of a swimming pool. To elaborate, it was the summer between the end of secondary school and the start of college, and finding myself with nothing to do one fine July day, I decided to go visit the old leisure centre I used to take swimming lessons at. I arrived at about 14:45, thr...
It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off...
Alonso Lassiter strode jauntily towards the office of his Master and mentor Professor Evander Kell. Alonso was the Professor's assistant as well as a part time teacher of The Classics. Alonso was pleased as the Professor had secured them both, as well as four students, places at an established Egyptian archaeology site for three weeks of the upcoming summer...
I was forced to confront my masculinity laying back in a bathtub full of lilac-scented bubbles...my previous experiences with girls and young women flashing before my eyes as my olfactory senses were assaulted with the feminine aroma of my second-ever bubble bath, and the images of a man's hard penis seared into my hands, mouth and mind. My entire belief sy...
"I think it's wreckage of a ship. From the storm last night." It wasn't strange to find ship wreckage on the Cefalu beach, in the kingdom of Akamantis, after a tempest like the one that had raged the previous night. Two scouts, on their regular patrol along the coastline of the island of Li' in vigilance against the forces of the Prince of Madness, which s...
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This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Dedicated to the memory of Dinah Maria Craik (20 April 1826-12 October 1887), author of the best nineteenth-century novel of man-man love (albeit without sex), John Halifax, Gentleman (1857). ***** Chapter LVIII Giovanni starts at Santa Cecilia school Giovanni had no problems in passing the audition, and as soon as school resumed after the summer vacation...