June, 1940, Blaye-et-Sainte-Luce, France Henri noticed how quiet the square was as he left the bakery shop with the piles of baguettes under his arm to be delivered around the village. Was this the day, he wondered. The Germans would enter the town to occupy it any day now. Their month-long movement was just about to reach the Bordeaux region, arriving in h...
We both were wearing our fatigues and bundled up against the fall night air at the edge of the woods behind the mess hall. So far there was no reason to adjust our warm clothing beyond my fly being unbuttoned. My cock was out as I leaned back against a tree trunk, but it was being kept warm by Corporal Hart's mouth enveloping it. Corporal Hart was just one...
Bored with the on line connections I was or wasn't making lately, I finally made contact with another bi divorced bottom bear like myself. Knowing our on line conversation was going nowhere I asked him if he had met any nice guys on line lately. He told me about meeting a German guy, about 55 years old, in great shape near me in a town called Norwalk. He c...
"Hey Jamie," Ben mumbled out, half asleep... finally. He looked cute all sleepy with his head resting on my shoulder. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I think Ben was super excited about traveling overseas for the first time or "abroad" as he put it. He struggled to just chill out on the flight. He did finally get some sleep for a little bit - thank go...
(author name is horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites) ==== I stumbled over a clod of earth left by some passing tractor. Somewhere behind me in the darkness most of my Unit were drinking themselves into insensibility -- not that I blamed them -- but my escapism took the form of needing to get away from them, as well as from the awful war. Mist lay heavily on...
August 27, 1944 Paul jerked and shuddered at the sound of the salvo of gunfire that penetrated through to his cell from across the courtyard. He looked around the small cell. Stone floor, walls, and ceiling. a cot suspended down from chains on the wall at one side. A drain in the corner with a chamber pot next to it. The Ritz it was not. This was anything...
[This is a historical and somewhat fictional story. The basic story was told to me over several days by an old man I met in England through his son. I met the son, Nigel, on a scuba diving trip in the Mediterranean. We became close friends, and I accepted an invitation to visit him in England. The story involves sex between men. So the usual disclaimers and...
"Well, look who we have here." Clint Folsom knew without even looking up that Inspector Sigmund Frist had recognized him. "Hello, Sig," he answered, gesturing for his old acquaintance to take a seat in one of the velvet-upholstered barrel chairs in the Alexander Lounge. It was after dinner on the MS River God. The ship was still tied to the dock at Rudeshe...
The flight from Birmingham to Vienna wasn't full—at least business class wasn't. Trent had been told to avoid any of the London airports in proceeding to his next assignment and that had paid off in terms of how crowded the flight was. This had at least one other benefit as well. A cute little flight attendant, looking much the same as Trent—passing at firs...
Colonel Dieter Kielman, assistant to the assistant German attaché to NATO Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, leaned his long, rangy body against the frame of the open French door leading out onto the wrought iron balcony that he dare not step out onto. The Hotel Amigo, no matter how friendly and accommodating to the type of midday tryst he had come so willingl...