As a serving soldier in Germany life could sometimes get a little boring so it was not unusual to go out and get wasted at the nearest bar on a Friday night. Like most of the lads I slipped into this routine and accepted it as the norm. Sometimes I thought it was a bit of a waste of time and I wondered if I might be a bit more inventive with my free time. I...
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...
This story continues my earlier saga, "Reunited - 44 Years Later." It does not explode into sexual content as did the original. Patrick must deal with wife and family, decide what he feels the future holds, and make his move. The author retains all copyrights. * Part 1 Life has changed for Patrick. He regularly emails Robert and they talk on the phone at...
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...
Kitzbühel, Austria. I don't remember a winter as cold as this one since I went to kindergarten. Anyway, Matt and I saved up a bit of money (actually quite a bit) and went to winter holiday here in Austria. Should I introduce myself? Well, if you haven't read about my last adventures, let me update you. I'm Darien, just turned 22 last month, 6'5'', 205 lbs,...
Chapter 10 -- Ryan's Story -- The Farm boy The boy kept perfectly still as Ryan contemplated what he should do with him. He could kill him, this was war after all but he didn't really want to do that, not if he could help it. He could tie the boy up but someone would come looking for him and he didn't want to have to leave just yet as it was still early in...
February, 1941, The Baron's Austrian Castle Bryan, now reverting to Paul for the trip, wasn't sure what reception Timothy and he would receive at Baron Von Holst's mountain chalet; it had taken time and effort to establish that that's where the baron could be found, although Paul hoped it would be, as it was closer to the Swiss border than his castle was. P...
Now that he'd gotten this far with it—contacting the man and driving all the way up to Gettysburg from Washington, D.C.—Hal Collins was having second thoughts. He arrived at the house fifteen minutes early, but drove right by it and pulled over to the curb two blocks farther on. Several minutes later, the pain in his hands registered in his brain, and he rea...
The two men sat before the fire, drinking brandy and avoiding telling eye contact, as the woman fussed with the baby. The host already knew he had won. The guest's father sat in the shadows, weak and spent but eyes darting about, seeing and understanding everything. Gazing at the baby lovingly and longingly, the host thought, "Someday." When the woman took t...
I awoke with Giovanni's arms around my torso, his face nuzzled into the back of my neck. He was still dead asleep, but the sun filtering in through the thin curtains of his studio apartment woke me up. I can never sleep when it's light out. The next thing I noticed was his thick log pressed against my naked ass. He was rock hard and sound asleep. We hadn't...