Chapter 31: Without Him The pod swims through the sea. More than half of the pod is in nervous anticipation; they are entering the very waters where they have lost their Adra Triton. Brishen looks gloomily down onto the sandy bottom. Sending a signal, he can detect small prey hidden within the sand. He felt a tinge of sadness as he watched a crab creep alo...
The plane ride in from London had been long and crowded, and passport and customs lines and the effervescent Panos were the last things I wanted to see when I was disgorged into the hot and busy immigration hall at Ben Gurion Airport. I wanted nothing more than a stiff glass of scotch on the rocks, a shower, and four hours of sleep in a Tel Aviv hotel room b...
I woke up in the middle of the night, aware that something had changed. We weren't moving, and there was no feeling of a motor grinding under us. I was locked in one of the smaller cabins belowdecks—not bound and not particularly uncomfortable, but my channel was sore. I would recover fast, but never in my life had I had such a ride as Fazil Fikret and his...
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 my fourth letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore his seedier side. In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as a girl in a Halloween costume to trick unsuspecting men into letting me give them my first blow job. In my second letter "Gloryhole Illust...
"Maybe one day I'll be somebody." "Who says you aren't already?" Luiz asked. I think about it. "I mean in the sense that I'll matter." "I'm pretty sure you matter." Typical Luiz. I resist the urge to punch his shoulder. Instead, I offer my shoulder as a pillow for his head. I like it when he rests his head on my shoulder. Luiz laughs quietly. "You're no...
It was Lawrence who unwittingly put the three together—he, Johann, and August. He'd known that there was a particular wounded prisoner Johann was assigned to take care of in the medial operations tent in the British encampment after the Battle of Saratoga. And he would have been jealous at Johann paying such close attention to another man, if the surgeon had...
Hank's was a hole-in-the-wall barber shop, squeezed in between two larger buildings. A large old-fashioned barber pole adorned the outside of the single-level, painted brick structure. According to the sign on the glass door, the business was open nine to five. I was just in time. I pulled the door open and a buzzer chimed, alerting the proprietor that some...
About halfway on my journey into anal play, I started fantasizing about getting a live cock in my ass. I embarked on a quest to stretch myself to accommodate the size and girth of the cocks in my daydreams. Anal masturbation is pleasurable, but it's a solitary pursuit. Sex is always better with a partner. So when I was able to take a large dildo easily, I be...
I am on an overnight business trip to another city, and I visit a health club I have never been to before. I arrive just a few minutes after the club opens in the early morning and I appear to be the only customer. I change into my kit and go to the fitness room, where I see I am not quite the only user. At the far end is a man who looks Russian to me, wit...