I needed to hurry him along. I had a train to catch. I dug my heels into the mattress and pushed up on my pelvis, changing the angle of his thrusts, such as they were, to being more direct, a bit deeper—ensuring that, when the thrusts picked up intensity as he neared ejaculation, he wouldn't dislodge from me. He was paying me extra for barebacking. It wouldn...
I could have laughed—if I weren't a little weary and tired of the cruising—and tired of looking over my shoulder in case I saw Austin, not knowing what to tell him about having walked out on him. I'd walked the paths of Marconi Plaza park for over an hour without a bite when all it took was for me to sit down for a rest on a bench and a man sat on the bench...
Oh, great. Now, on top of everything else, the power had gone out. The snow was piling up—it was still snowing—I was all alone on Christmas Eve, and the power was off. I'd had an appointment at an old, rich guy's house and now that wasn't going to happen—not because the power went off but because the snow was drifting and I wasn't about to be out driving in...
It was a day that changed history when I finally was passed through the lines and stood before the chamberlain of King Claude in the castle keep of St. Jerome's. The battle had just been won, the castle within a half hour of final capitulation. Soldiers, sweating and running in blood themselves, were still walking among the vanquished laying about where they...
"They are still going to be there in the morning, Willy. Come back to the bed." "Do you think that Roxburgh can be saved if I just walk out there and surrender to them?" the young William Howard mused. It was the year 1314 in the northeast of Scotland, and Robert the Bruce had been king of Scots for eight years. He had been using that time to cajole or bur...
It seemed to William Howard that deClerq's riders were on the road for weeks, traveling almost entirely at night. By day they would lay up in some deserted country cottage or off a narrow track in a forest. William would be allowed to leave the carriage to have something to eat and to relieve himself. When there was a stream nearby, he would be permitted to...
[This is a completed, four-chapter GM novelette of the Old West, which will finish posting by the end of March 2019.] ***** Sitting on a hay bale in the loft of the barn, Jeremiah ran his fingers into the blond curls of Billy's head and forced the young man's mouth down on his hard cock. Billy was on all fours between the older man's spread legs. Jeremiah...
Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort. Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville...
"Wowser. At two o'clock and headed in our direction." "Oh, gawd, yes. I see him." Casey muttered back to Phil. "What a hunk in his skimpy little black shorts. And look at those muscles. Delicious. Let's pull up by the bench right up there. If he stops to pet the dog, maybe we can get him to sit down long enough for us to reel him in." And then, in an even m...
The Watchman sensed it as it was happening. Such was both the gift and bane the gods had given him—not only that he could see much of what was to come but also that he could sense and feel much of what was happening now beyond his sight. He should have known. Dila was a man and yet he was also a child. When he was a child, as he lay under the Watchman and pl...