This story is a work of fiction, a fragment of my imagination. It's © Copyright January 2007, by publication under the word processor pseudonym of Hiker, and is protected by my right to rattle on freely. You, as a sovereign citizen, in the privacy of your own home, please, may use it for any disgusting purpose you want; however, you may not publish it anywhe...
Getting pinched is like getting crushed by the Ferris wheel if it takes a tumble off its cinder blocks. It's just another job hazard. You don't dwell on it. A you can do is sleep off your piss-poor luck like a hangover. Next thing I know, Klench was yowling: "Wake up, carnival boy!" My eyes snapped open. I gasped out loud. That low-down, hyped-up hellcat w...
************ Shaun held on tightly to the grab handles of the Jeep as it lurched and bumped its way along the passage the Jeep was taking. It's progress lit by the hooded lights of its headlights. He didn't speak to Sol, knowing he had to concentrate on his driving. As dawn broke over the crags, Sol pulled over to an overhanging cliff face, and they began...
Amar died when he was getting into his working clothes just after having had his shower. As had been his practice for more than a decade, he had woken up at a quarter to six, drove over for his daily yoga, returned at seven and spent his daily half an hour with Reena, his wife, sipping herbal tea in their well maintained garden. He had then washed his ca...
Hi. I am writing this for my readers who really enjoyed my first story ( Ali's First Modeling Experience.) First of all, I would like to point out that I really do like guys. I especially like turning them on. I like to grab their cock and tease them. Girls how do you like feeling their passion growing in your hands? Guys, how do you feel having your cock...
Philip and Denise part Two On Friday I was at my desk at Prettyman's, worrying away at a forecast of growth prospects for light engineering companies in the East Midlands. There were good reasons for optimism in the short term as Britain, Europe and the USA rebuilt after the war, but the prospects for the medium term looked more uncertain, but a lot less re...
Nobody likes being frog-marched in public under the best of circumstances, especially a famous screen actress. "Who are you?" demanded Monika, "Why have I been placed under arrest?" "Stop struggling, you little bitch," von Schitt warned her, "and things will go a lot easier for you. It is futile to resist." "Oh, I forgot, this is Nazi Germany where no on...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...
I knew I was gay from the age of maybe ten or eleven so the usual boyhood experimentations with homosexuality had, for me, a bit more urgency and desire behind them. When other guys were maybe jerking off together after school in Junior High or doing the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours", I was sucking cock in the woods behind a local bar frequented...
Patches of snow flecked the dirt road in rural France as a squad of German soldiers rode by on motorcycles. A land mine exploded, destroying the first motorcycle, and killing the rider. The other motorcycles crashed. Their riders tried to shoot at unseen enemies. French resistance fighters quickly mowed them down with submachine gun fire. The resistance fi...