Folsom gave a muffled scream of terror and pain as the knife struck him. It, surprisingly, was only a glancing slice across his naked thigh. But trussed up as he was, spread-eagled naked and bound on the bed with sexual devices possessing every orifice, he was completely at the mercy of whatever game Sten was playing. He steeled himself for the next slice of...
"Come on, let me at least look at it. I have a bet going. I've declared it can't be true." "No," John said. But he was smiling. He knew the British bomber jockeys were a boisterous and randy lot, and most were too good-natured to raise his dander. And there was a heart-wrenching war on. And, mostly, he was too embarrassed that he was chained to a desk and,...
also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites His tattoos swirled from the sleeves of his white teeshirt down his brown muscular arms. He looked tired and drawn as he leaned against the wall, listening to the foreman describing the next job. He didn't seem old enough to have an HGV licence, although I knew he was an experienced and reliable driver. I had...
*** 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,...
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...
I was feeling bored one night so I decided to go to a popular club (not gay) close to where I lived. I wore my tight jeans that reveled by bubble butt and jock lines and a skintight t-shirt. As usual it was packed out. Great live music, people were dancing, drinking, eating, and laughing. I worked my way through the crowd to the bar ordered my drink, found...
Day Trippers: A Reflection From Sunnier Climes © josh & sadie rose 2001 (This story was written during a trip to the Balearics a couple of years ago and intended as part of a longer series called Vampires on Vacation. Needless to say... the Vampires are still out there! No part of this story may be reproduced or used without the authors' permission.) "So...
(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...
"Are you sure this is the address?" Lars Krieger asked, as the hotel car stopped in front of a massive, carved-wood, two-panel door in an otherwise blank concrete wall on Bangkok's Soi 51 Sukhumvit. The road was narrow, almost an alley, it seemed, to the young German engineer, with one, long stuccoed wall running down its full length on each side with doors...
The three of them were sprawled out on the richly patterned Oriental carpet on the rise of the sand dune with the vista of the pyramids of Giza stretching out before them—and beyond that the Nile and beyond that yet the teeming city of Cairo, the sun shining on Cairo, giving it a false sense of cleanliness and purity. Below the dune behind them buzzed a phal...