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...
by PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (This is the final, author-approved version of this story. It contains a few additions and minor corrections to spelling and punctuation. The authors hope you enjoy it.) Copyright, 2010. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced by any means, electronic or otherwise, without express permission of the authors...
"Do you have any objections?" The way Fazil was looking at me, sitting by me on the narrow bunk, with the man giant Axel standing by the cabin door beyond him, I felt he wanted me to say I did have objections. And it did frighten me, but it also excited me. It represented just what attracted me to the older, Zeus-like Turk. He was danger. I said nothing, b...
"Would you have accepted my invitation if I'd said I no longer had Final Curtain?" "Of course I would have," I responded to Theo Kline when he'd pulled me over to a corner of the covered deck area at the stern of his new yacht. He gave me a hard look, though, and I'm not sure I convinced even myself with the bravado of that response. He started to speak, b...
I decided there were just two degrees of separation between us. Pamela and Judith had been college roommates at Sweetbriar, and Judith was Rene's trophy wife, and I think behind my back the cynics described me as Pamela's bought joy stick. That put the age spread between Rene and me at about twenty years—maybe more. But he was so distinguished and suave that...
My breathing came out ragged and harsh, as the large looming weight above me alleviated. The grin of the larger man shone in the darkness of the room. He brought his head down and his face was mere inches away from mine. His rough, calloused hands worn from countless battles freely roamed my bound body. His head slid down my body, his tongue leaving a hot w...
The German police detective, Sigmund Frist, who had been plowing his American counterpart, Clint Folsom, the previous night couldn't have picked a worse time to want further attention from Folsom. Folsom had gone to sun bathe and to dry out the effects of a raucous night topside on the MS River God as it shot down the most scenic segment of the Rhine. But he...
"You know I would give you money if you wanted—for anything but what you've said you need money for." "I know how you feel about my plans to marry Missy Vanderhof, Anton. I wouldn't ask you for the money I need for a honeymoon. In fact, I don't know why you've been willing to set this arrangement up for me." "I owe a favor to Luigi too." I felt it was mor...
David was a good student. He loved languages and especially Latin. He had a tutor not in order to get a better grade in class, but because he really liked reading Latin. He liked the stories. Recently, David had become particularly interested in stories about homosexuality in Rome and in ancient Greece. Everybody knew that those Greek dudes were into young...
It was the first set of pole dancing Saturday night and both Danny and Diego were on the poles. This was Danny's only set. Sam had said he'd do the Saturday night specials only once a month. He wasn't being solicitous toward Danny on this; he had decided that he'd make more money by having the regular patrons' tongues hanging out for the rarity of a once-a-m...