"Why don't you and Clancy go fishing," my dad said. The five of us, Uncle Ted, Aunt Bessie, Clancy, dad and me were finishing our afternoon tea in the farmhouse kitchen after unloading the fourth load of hay for the day. The new corrugated iron shed was a quarter full of hay and that was all there was room for. The rest was taken up with the farm machinery...
"Can you do something to keep that bloody hound quiet?" Barnes had had enough. He was trying to get into James' pants, yes, but the howling of that damned dog was driving him to distraction, and it was just that much more than he needed out here in a muddy trench on the Aisne with the Huns singing and shooting off their guns at ten-minute intervals from dus...
"Oh, fuck," Walt growled, and the sound sent shivers down Mark's body. He pulled off suddenly, moving by animal instinct. He flipped Walt over, grabbed his lover's hips, and pulled him to his knees. Mark got behind Walt, positioned the head of his cock at Logan's tight bud, and thrust forward. He sank easily into Logan, both of them crying out in pleasure. M...
I walked into my Civil War history class on the first day of the fall semester. I enrolled in this class as a crip credit. My Dad was a Civil War buff and I spent my entire life hearing about the various battles, participants, what should have been done, stupid mistakes that were made, and endless trivia. Countless weekends were spent going to Civil War batt...
Chapter One: Mission Ritual The only sound in the dimming summer evening light inside the airplane hangar was his grunting and her moans and sighing. She was perched on her ass on the worn wooden desk off to the side of the two P-47 Thunderbolt fighter-bombers taking up most of the room in the hangar. A lightbulb hanging on a chain above the desk swayed bac...
August 27, 1944 Paul jerked and shuddered at the sound of the salvo of gunfire that penetrated through to his cell from across the courtyard. He looked around the small cell. Stone floor, walls, and ceiling. a cot suspended down from chains on the wall at one side. A drain in the corner with a chamber pot next to it. The Ritz it was not. This was anything...
My name is Rainer Hausmann, and I am a Berliner. I live in Western Berlin, slowly reconstructing itself after the recent devastation inflicted on the world by that lunatic Hitler. Our city is divided into four sectors now – American, British, French and Russian – and, like so many other Berliners, I am taking advantage of the financial opportunities that of...
He left the ruins of Georgia in the summer of 1874, another orphan of the War of Rebellion and one step ahead of the lynch mobs and night riders. Headed west into the territories seeking out the promise of fortune on the far frontiers, but he was broke and hungry in the slums of St. Louis Missouri before the month was out. A young man without promise or pro...
"Why would you be away when such a noble Druid, and the daughter who seeks to wed you come to make their introductions and interview us for suitability of betrothal?" The older man's dark eyes flashed with impatience for his son. "Did I not alert you that a Novice maiden would seek our betrothal from her father?" "Yes, but when you announced your plan to...
I awoke the next morning to the sight of Roy's wadded up boxers lying on his empty bed and the sound of the shower already running. He had been naked in the room with me again and I had dozed through it. I was bitterly disappointed. My mind filled with visions of the huge man's massive hands roaming the voluptuous contours of his kingly bulk. I dug a hand...