Heinz Trebel and his Algerian bodyguard, Jordo, went straight to the Terra Nova All Suites Hotel in Kingston upon landing in Jamaica. Jordo left Heinz there to recover at the pool from the long private jet flight from Frankfurt while Jordo contacted the local "finder" to make sure the snatch was on for the next day. Everything had been carefully orchestrate...
***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my third in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** * It had been six weeks since Jason had moved into my room and I'd been fucking him regularly ever since. He was a cute, innocent looking kid and m...
"Can you do something to keep that bloody hound quiet?" Barnes had had enough. He was trying to get into James' pants, yes, but the howling of that damned dog was driving him to distraction, and it was just that much more than he needed out here in a muddy trench on the Aisne with the Huns singing and shooting off their guns at ten-minute intervals from dus...
"There, do you like it like that?" "Oh, God, yes. Like that. And deeper, deeper." Folsom was groaning at the fucking he was receiving from the bruiser. "Then open wider so I can get down there. Ya, like that. Ya, that's good. Sehr gut." Ohhh, ahhhh. m-o-a-nnnn. Folsom was on his knees on the mattress, his chest flat on the bed and hanging onto the brass...
Author's Note: First, let me apologize to any native or fluent speakers of German that might happen to read this. I do not speak or read German. However, I had to find some way to translate my English into German. Google Translate may or may not have given me the correct translation. If you have a more accurate translation, please message me with it. I welc...
Chapter 8 – Ryan's Story – The escape plan The prison camp was comfortable enough. Eight bunks to each barrack holding a total of sixteen men. The barracks were separated according to county so naturally Ryan was housed in one with all Americans. Each of the barracks had a stove for heating, not very efficient during the winter months but it helped. Showers...
Chapter 11 -- Ryan's Story -- Liberation "Quick, hide," Gunther said. He grabbed Ryan's arm and led him to the back of the loft. He got Ryan to lay down and covered him in hay. Ryan knew they were German soldiers, most probably still on the hunt for him. He heard Gunther leave, he hoped the boy could keep them away. I dawned on him that he was about to lea...
Hey, Just a quick note, this is a stand-alone story. There are no sequels, no chapters, just this. Hope you like it. Thanks, Night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Casey walked into Black Vinyl, his old stomping ground. The place where he'd spent countless hours browsing for his favorite CDs and rare vinyl classics. It had been a while since he'd been back, but the owne...
June 1929, Tokyo, Japan I was straining for him to start. I ran my hands down his hard-muscled back from the shoulder blades to his buttocks, pushing his trousers down further on his buttocks and clutching at the orbs, willing him to start the stroking. He was inside me deep and I was panting hard for him. He spoke from the hollow of my throat. "I . . . we...
When I was asked to attend a stamp exhibition in Germany it wasn't the most exciting proposition. I was working for the Post Office in administration and they were having trouble finding volunteers. Anyway, I thought what the hell? It was a free trip to a country I'd never visited and I spoke a bit of German. So I went. Frankfurt, it was. In a big exhibitio...