Jason and Carlos entered the cell to find Martinez struggling against the handcuffs that held his wrists over his head and attached to the frame of the cot. When Martinez saw them coming in the cell, he began to twist and plead in Spanish while Carlos explained what they were going to do to him. Jason got up on the cot, straddling Martinez facing towards the...
Within twenty-four hours I learned just how difficult this assignment was going to be and I also got a flavor of an assignment I didn't particularly welcome of how Jesse had met his maker. Hank, having guided the guests, Ted, Cliff, and Jim to their rooms through a back entrance was entering the lounge of the main house that also served as the lobby recepti...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to 'The 5th Floor'. I highly recommend reading that story first, if you haven't already, to avoid character confusion. If rough sex, non consensual sex or gay sex bothers you, don't waste your time reading this. __________ A couple of weeks had passed since my violent fucking in the somewhat abandoned restroom on the 5...
From the moment I arrived I knew I was in for a treat. A sexual experience that would last with me forever. Janet had always been a sexual dynamo, and she could never get enough sex and was always trying out new things. I had only been going out with Janet for six months, and I already felt incredibly relaxed with her. Sometimes, I found, it could take years...
Author's Note: Hopefully if you're reading this series for the first time you will have noticed on my profile page a note begging you not to read chapter 2B if you were looking for a continuation. If you didn't happen to, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the new chapters anyway, as they pick up from the end of chapter 2. Thanks again to Tap04950 for your editin...
"I'm going to go shovel our cars out of the snow, before we get trapped here." "George, its five thirty. Come back to bed." "It snowed another forty centimeters in the last hour on top of the eighty already there, and the snow isn't letting up." "There are worse things than being trapped with you, and the sun isn't even up yet." "Come on, a shovel isn't...
This story is loosely based on real events in 1977. Loosely, because it was a long time ago and I can't remember it as well as I'd like to. Of course it was long before HIV, and we didn't use condoms. I came out as gay in my late twenties while at university in Townsville, North Queensland in 1974. It was still a scary time to be gay because male-male sex w...
The tanker "Chelsea Bridge" was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip-flops, an...
had arrived at the port of Sami on the Greek Island of Kefalonia, in good time to board the afternoon ferry to Zakinthos. Unfortunately, when I went to the shipping agency I was told that it had broken down, and that the sailing would be delayed until midnight. While I was talking to the agent, a Greek businessman, also booked on the same ferry, came in an...
Camping and sex go well together. The open air lends itself to passion quite readily. So with cocks in hand and passions alight let us venture into the past. Glen and I had been out camping under the open sky. At the time Glen was sitting in one of the chairs outside the tent while I was preparing for sleep. I had undressed and was about to lie down when I...