France, April 1918 Wars have always existed. From the simple foot soldier on the battlefields to the generals, hundreds of miles away, safe, I have watched. The stench of blood, the rot of fear, the roar of rifles and cannon fire is well known to me. Before the battle, after the skirmish, during the fighting, I watch and I wait. Then I walk through the carn...
This is a story about my friendship with a young man named Robert. He lived in the same road as I, some two doors away. He was about 18 years old at the time my family and I moved into the area. He lived with is mom and dad, at the time I was about 30 years old and lived with my wife and two sons. At times, I would meet Robert in the road or on my weekly wal...
When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the sixties there was only one white man around. And this man, a Greek who owned a small trading business, fascinated Kanga no end. Mr Antonopoulos' store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries before continui...
The morning passed in a blur. I ran to my room to shower and change clothes, grabbed breakfast at the dining hall in about ten minutes, and then rushed to my 9:30 am class. I could barely focus on the lecture. Hell, I don't even remember half of it. All I could think about was that I had just spent the night in Connor's bed and I wasn't a virgin. The profe...
It started off like a normal night with friends; the whole group of us would just meet at a local pub and then eventually head to our favourite local club, Dante's! There was a wide variety of types of people in our close circle of friends, teachers, Supervisors, managers and many more types, when we got together, yes there would be drama, bitchyness and th...
Disclaimer: Fiction ***** I got up and took a look at the clock on my nightstand. The sun was shining bright through the gap in the window curtains and all I could think about was the incredibly brazen and hot experience I had the day before. I had become a fully fledged cum-collecting hobbyist!! After having spent my entire adult life focusing on buildin...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...
This is a story of fiction, any similarities to real people or events is merely coincidental. In British slang "to trump" means to expel gas through the anus often in a highly audible way. I guess there are other things that one can "trump" out of their ass. * When I got out of college, my aspirations were to be the best political candidate the nation wou...
Matt's tongue was hanging out even before they entered Loudon County in Perry's Mustang, as well-groomed estate after large country mansion rolled by in gorgeous rolling countryside along the eastern foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. As an architecture student, he was in heaven. He was wearing a new form-fitting shirt and slacks from Joseph A. Banks and...
I woke up, thinking at first that it had all been one long wet dream. But when I opened my eyes, there he was, over at the full-length window, leaning his shoulders back against the side frame of the window and looking out over the morning traffic inching back and forth over the Key Bridge linking Georgetown to the Virginia suburbs. He was magnificent in nak...