One might ask what I, a young American, was doing in a seedy bar and male bordello on a dusty street in Peshawar, Pakistan, walking down the stairs from the rooms overhead after having serviced a Pakistani military officer. And, indeed, that's exactly what the fine-looking fellow in a well-pressed safari suit who was lounging against the bar asked me when I...
Danny is a stripper. Good thing, because he has the body for it. He's got some nice muscles stretching across hi six-foot frame, from calf to neck he's cut and tattooed. Tribal on one bulging bicep and a dragon with girl sleeve on the other side. He looks good. Really good; especially now as he sits only three feet from me on the edge of my coffee table. Gli...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 14 — I wouldn't say Lexie got mad at me over what went down. But she did get pretty sad, and I think that's probably worse. We got back to her house and said goodbye in sort of a distant way, and I drove Thomas's car home. Later that night, as I lay on my bed just sort of looking up at the ceiling, I got this...
It had been a hot and dusty ride from Kansas into Colorado en route to my new posting as the postal agent and sutler at Fort Hayden. I'd ridden all day with the Rocky Mountains tantalizingly near without having reached the river they told me was still more than a day's ride out from the fort. I now saw the river ahead, cool and inviting, but I knew I wasn't...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
As I walked briskly down the side street, my heart was racing. "What have I let myself in for?" I thought. "Should I just turn around and go home?" My palms were sweating and I almost had butterflies in my stomach. There it was, the sauna. As a predominantly straight man, I always thought that saunas were for relaxing and detoxing!! But then I discovered th...
This is my first ever submission, it is a fiction with elements taken from my real life. I will be grateful for any feedback but please be encouraging though... I'd love to write more and it's taken quite a lot of courage for me to put this out there in the first place. Thanks. ************ I sat listening to Charlie excitedly tell me about the ballet tha...
Rupesh tore the shirt open with the hunger of a child on Christmas morning. Chocolate fondue! Rich, smooth and dark, glistening with a light perspiration, skin pouring forth from the opening he'd made. Not an ounce of fat to spoil his lean holiday treat. The decorative party ribbons that bound Ahmad's hands behind the chair forced the prisoner's succulent f...
Lucifer was my father. I was literally the spawn of Satan. Holy fucking shit. I stared at Gabriel, unable to process the information. I was a daemon, or at least half daemon. I wasn't a seraph. "That's not possible. Lucy's an angel. I'm a daemon." "Seraphim cannot be born or breed. They just appear. The fallen seraphim gained the ability to reproduce, but t...