I spent the next several days trying to figure out how to repay Duncan. I had to. The encounter in my shower had touched me more deeply than I had imagined. While it was totally comfortable and even seemed natural at the time, there was no mistaking the sexual element that had been involved. It also struck me that both of us had seemed completely in touch wi...
This was my final visit to see him before he leaves for a year. I have been many roles to him - a girlfriend of sorts, his companion, his slut, his slave, and even his whore. Whatever he wants I want to do for him; whatever he demands I do for him. Sometimes punishment and pain if I do not do what I am told or do not act properly. To please a master is the u...
Mitch was a lot older than the rest of us in the college program. He was an ex-Marine. Back from a second tour in Iraq, catching up with his life. He would be a natural leader among the students even if his playing skills didn't shine brightly above the rest of ours in all of the intermural sports we played to let off steam. Even in choosing sides and gettin...
The next morning we had a full day ahead. We started the day with a short visit to a small museum, where they keep the David of Michelangelo. Then we started our tour of the city, with the Palazzo and the Ponte Vecchio, the graves of the Medici family and the Santa Croce church as highlights. For me it was a great day. Figures, any history teacher would lo...
I set the weights down, grabbed my towel, and walked into the locker room. Sitting down, I removed my socks and shoes and pulled off my top. I stood up and pulled off my gym shorts and jockstrap. I put my sweaty clothes in my gym bag, grabbed a clean towel, soap, and shampoo, and walked into the showers. I always used the middle stall on the left and was h...
"Is the prisoner here, in the examination room?" The doctor for the central jail in Nairobi and I were standing in a white-walled narrow corridor outside a door with a plastic folder attached to it to hold medical records. "Yes, Inspector. His name is John. He's barely nineteen." "How sure are you?" "Very sure. I thought of calling you in immediately. He'...
We called him Mr Pepperoni. I remember his last name started with a P but we could never pronounce it properly, no matter how many times he tried to correct us. I think he was from Lampedusa, or it could have been Malta or somewhere else, but he had grown up in Australia so he had an Australian accent. Mr Pepperoni was the most exotic creature I had ever se...
The trucker only makes a brief appearance at the end of the story. Somehow I felt an introduction was needed and the story with the trucker which I started would have made the whole thing too long. If there is interest, then please let me know and vote for the story so I am encouraged to write more, which I will gladly do. Obviously when reading this, please...
There had been a great display of food and wine all evening, and the servants were constantly moving about, filling our cups again and offering us rich treats. Present were Hilaron's family—his father; his stepbrother; his uncle, Matthias; and his two sons—and also five local men not much older than Hilaron, whom David had invited. They were cousins and wer...
The rest of that evening was a blur. Somehow we cleaned up, dressed and - separately - left the bathroom. I returned to my table, managed to pay the bill before gathering up my stuff and leaving. I left without seeing him again and walked back to my hotel in a frantic daze. The room was spinning as I threw myself back on the bed. What had I done? My first t...