Note to Papa's fans from the family: Papa Izzie is no longer with us. He succumbed to a pulmonary embolism 12/13/2017 in Sydney NSW Australia. He left his body to the research project he was part of. He did this in hopes it could save others in the future. The rest of his body was cremated and returned to the U.S. where his urn and Daddy Aza's urn were unit...
I've got another series going but this is one I've had in progress for a couple of years. Sometimes you need to go back and finish what you've started. There's more to follow but I haven't decided how to shape the latter parts and where it's going to go. Those with suggestions can PM and I'll try to accommodate where it fits.. While fiction, it has elements...
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Things get weirder in the House Of Shame As the weeks extend, things get weirder. A lot of water under the bridge, a lot of other stuff too. Wolfie becomes more confident in his power over me, and also, I guess, something of the novelty of my slavish attachment to him is wearing off. So he needs to shove it further. We were in the gymnasium, I was close to...
GAY-FOR-PAY Part 2 By Ford2020 Abel pulls his car into a spot in the wide parking lot, nearly empty at this time of day, and looks around as if expecting to see someone he knows here. He takes out his phone and thumbs through the column of numbers until he finds the one he wants. He pauses. Fidgets. Hesitates. Fiddles with the display. Adjusts it. And the...
I am fairly certain my father knew there was more to my being apprenticed to the Dutch munitions broker Fons Hertzog when I arrived in Cape Town from London then learning a merchant's trade. He was being protective of me, I'm sure, the Great War having broken out the previous summer in Europe with the assassination of the archduke. With the war only enlargi...
"Prince Rupert," I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn't seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I'd been watching a young man enter Vaduz's Kunstmuseum square, look around, and then indirectly move toward where I was sitting. I wasn't at the café by a...
Chapter One: Mile-High Club I had thought that no one could see us when Kwame pulled me into his body and kissed me behind a column at the San Francisco airport departure lounge, but then I saw the built black dude sitting almost alone in a bank of chairs in the adjacent departure lounge. He was staring directly at us. Coming out of the kiss, I buried my fa...
While this can stand on its own you'll have a better understanding if you read the previous chapter. This is a work of fiction based on some true experiences but all similarity to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. All participants are over 18. ***** Part 1 broke a young cowboy into kept submission. More taboos and barriers to be broken as My...
part 1 We see them everywhere. Bums, hobos, homeless, whatever you call them, they seem to be everywhere. Or the teens who want you to buy beer for them, worse still are the able bodied ones that are just too fucking lazy to get a job. I have no patience for moochers. I can't remember the last time I stop for gas, that I wasn't accosted for change. Tonight...