"Cross!" yelled Michael. Kieran booted the soccer ball from the right line of the field to Michael who was on far post of the goal. Michael headed the ball and it swished into the net before the goalie had a chance to react. They all heard the three long blasts of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. Michael's goal, with Kieran's assist, had pulle...
Oberführer Von Teuer was fucking the hell out of me. I was past caring. I secretly hoped he had a long time before reaching his orgasm, but he lasted only another 20 minutes or so. Through all that hard slogging, he kept me in the longest afterglow of my life, drawing out my climax and ejaculations so long my balls hurt. When I heard him let out a long, low...
*** Author's Note This is my second time writing gay fiction. This is intended as more of a romantic story; it has to do with German boy helping his Korean friend realize he doesn't have to look to girls for love. There's not really any penetration to speak of, but there's a brief handjob near the end. Please leave any comments or constructive criticism,...
Rudy was bored out of his skull on another stinking hot day stuck in the vast, whitewashed desert fort that he was defending. Only there was nothing to defend it against; the fort had not come under attack for well over two years and there was nothing for the men to do but work out and keep themselves fit. Rudy's body was as fit and as hard and as sun-bronz...
Professor Chadwick was sitting behind his large oak desk when the four accountants came into his office carrying the books of Emerald Hill. Emerald Hill, Exclusive College for Young Gentlemen. The finest, most respected institution of higher learning in the whole country. And now there was a real danger that it would go under. The accountants took chairs on...
WARNING: In my stories, I tend to use the "n-word" quite a bit. If you can't handle reading that...then please leave. ==================== Zach finally came back into consciousness. He looked out the window and saw the sun was high in the sky. "Fuck! I can't miss school. Today is the presentation." Zach ran as fast as he could towards they door. In an ins...
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...
"Prince Rupert," I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn't seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I'd been watching a young man enter Vaduz's Kunstmuseum square, look around, and then indirectly move toward where I was sitting. I wasn't at the café by a...
Sean had begged Preston to stay behind to keep the business going, But Preston would have none of it. He had gone from being too poor to own a slave in a 'country' where slaves and land were the only things of value, to helping and harboring and even being intimate with a runaway slave. He had changed from a supporter of slave ownership. Now he had killed a...
My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...