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A Tiger Against The Cold

Sat, 12 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Two young men, just 18 and 20, got lost in the dead of winter. And not just anywhere, but in the wilderness of Siberia. Barely two days before, they had travelled west with their families on the Trans-Siberian Railway. Friends since they were little, the two teenagers had recently discovered their love for each other.

On the train, they were surprised by the younger boy’s father, kissing. He brought them, trembling with anger, to the other members of the two families who were sitting in a large compartment of the train. It was like a show trial! The two fathers and heads of the two families took turns delivering a tirade about morality, sin, perversion, deviant behaviour, shame, and so on.

The Three Amigos At The Purple Oyster

Fri, 14 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Jake, Dave and John had been close friends since high school. Actually they were friends long before high school. Jake and Dave had known each other since forever and John became their friend when his parents moved into the neighborhood just before he started school.

The three boys were originally part of a much larger circle of friends, but in high school things slowly began to change. The change occurred when their friends began to gradually merge into the dating and party scene until it was just them… and Doreen. Then at the end of their Junior year Doreen left. She stopped by Jake’s house to say goodbye. As usual, Dave and John were also there.

The Invisible Neighbor

Wed, 28 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

The Invisible Neighbor

“I’m going to bake her a banana cake, that’s what I’m going to do! You have to open your door when a neighbor brings a cake!”

Greg put down his coffee cup and looked wearily at his wife, the adorable and sexy love of his life. Madelyn had seen the couple next door the day they moved in, but since then she’d only seen the husband leave and return. She hadn’t seen the man’s wife a single time in two weeks, not even to go out and get the mail, and she was utterly obsessed by it. Greg, on the other hand, came from the “good fences make good neighbors” school of thought. “It’s none of our business, dear, if the neighbors are standoffish. Maybe she’s agoraphobic. Maybe she’s got something contagious.”

The Ice Queen

Wed, 04 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

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Charles becomes Charlene as she joins the Ice Queen’s harem.

A wimpy young man finds his place in life when he is invited to go on Spring Break with the Ice Queen. This is a gay / trans story involving Female domination, Female-male sex, male-male sex, and male-Female oral sex.

His Wife is a Robot

Thu, 22 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Brian enjoys his life he has a fantastic job and a stunning wife it’s almost perfect almost but not quite, his problem is his gorgeous wife she is so aggressive most of the time that he is actually scared of her, he actually adores her but every day is a problem and it’s starting to affect his work, and he has no solution he won’t divorce her, so he has run out of ideas as to what to do.

Lunch with Rachel

Mon, 03 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Invitation

Thursday lunch time, and as is our norm we sit in the coffee shop chatting. The conversation is rarely linear. Subjects are knocked back and forward as if we were playing volleyball, but where some might strive to be competitive we both delight in the imagination and ideas of the other. Laughter is frequent, as are hands touching the other - simply an enhanced, more intimate form of communication.

Her Desire to be Trash

Mon, 20 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Although everything ends up happily for this story’s characters (despite that seeming unlikely at some points!), trash play can be quite dangerous. Don’t try to replicate anything found in this story for real. Though, some of what is described is unrealistic enough it really CAN’T be replicated, so there’s also that. Enjoy! I hope at least some readers will enjoy this as much as Robert and Michael did…

Robert and Michael looked out over the processing floor. There was trash everywhere, most of it bagged up in hoppers and sitting on conveyor belts all waiting for the two guys to fire up the machines which would destroy it. But today, there was something more—something special. One of the trash bags, one of the ones on the conveyor right over there, had a very special piece of trash in it. Her name was Lindsey. The guys had met her the previous night, at the bar, and had taken her home. It had been a long, lovely, lustful night, but things didn’t get really interesting until she found out that they worked in the disposal industry.

The Pornographers Have Her Now

Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

“I just watched it for a second time in my office, in it’s entirety, it’s definitely Jessica” the police chief told his mayor excitedly in the mayor’s downtown office. The DVD had been delivered to the chief’s home post office box right out in front of his suburban home in a plain box without any postage on it, he having the good fortune to have gotten the mail that day instead of his wife. Inside the box was a hand written note telling the chief that this was an unedited pre-production copy of their latest work for his exclusive viewing pleasure, and that the amount of editing employed on this particular DVD before it’s general release depended on him and his mayor, as did their newest stars ability to star in any sequels.

The New Spring Line

Mon, 26 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

The characters and situations in this story are a work of fiction. Permission to use the characters in this story has been given by their original creator, Andy Latex as noted in his blog Smooth Slick N Shiny. This story is meant as an ‘alternate reality’ of his fictional universe.

continued from part 9

Part 10

Will was holding Andy in his arms as he slowly woke. Andy, his oh, so sweet and gentle Andy. Despite that Andy was a sissy, William had never felt someone so feminine and responsive before. Andy wanted to please Will as much as possible and shared himself without hesitation or guilt. His soft moans as William thrust inside him. His lips gently travelling up and down Will’s shaft; providing hours of pleasure. Where DID Andy learn this?

Jungle Fever

Wed, 06 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Two young men go in search of a legend but she finds them

Before this adventure begins keep this simple fact in mind. Sometimes when you go in search of legends they find you.

No one knew how the story began. All anyone could agree on was it had appeared somewhere on the internet and caught fire. Soon everyone was talking about her. Eventually the story became accepted as an urban legend. The Jungle Woman of Kauai. That’s what they called her. Not that anyone had ever actually even seen her.

Bob

Sun, 25 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

I’d worked with Bob for nearly a year. We ran heavy equipment, excavating for new construction, roadways, anything involving moving a lot of earth. Bob was short, maybe five-foot-seven and kind of slightly built. Bob was definitely one of the guys though; loud, sexist, foul-mouthed and always on time with a filthy joke or observation. Bob loved girls and could spot something wiggling along in a pair of yoga pants a mile away.

Daddy's Little Dancer Girl

Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000

This is a fantasy fiction that I ran over in my mind when I was a younger guy (and still to this day) - it is based in a core of true experiences, but most of the best stuff never happened to me… This is what I consider may have happened had I made some different choices, or life had taken a different turn. To be posted in parts: this section is mostly introductory, and the best parts come a little later (two more are currently written). I hope you enjoy!

Birthday Treat

Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“Do you mind if I check my emails on your laptop, mines still running funny” Ste shouted down the hallway.

“Yeah, no problem”. Dan had gotten used to Ste borrowing his stuff since he’d moved in. He knew he should probably start setting some boundaries but Ste was the hottest guy he’d ever seen so having him as a roommate was too good for Dan to put at risk through a needless argument.

The Perils Of Lynn 213

Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000

It was her fate to be recycled. She only understood that, being part of the estate of her deceased mistress, it had been decided to have her sold off for reconditioning. She didn’t know exactly what that meant, but she did realize that after thirteen years of activation, and a nearly unwavering routine of service, everything was going to change. The Recycler’s name was Humbolt, who arrived at the house with his assistant Percival. Both were dressed in black suits, matching their blank painted service vehicle. This wasn’t typical of the profession, but an odd caprice of Humbolt, who liked to refer to these trips as ‘bringing out the dead’. Percival didn’t think much of the joke, but knew the value of an apprenticeship in this sort of tech industry, and so he quietly played along. The house was to be sold as well, and with so much of the furniture already moved out, the interior felt very dark and empty. It struck Percival as a rather sad and lonely image then when they found her. Seated on a plain wooden chair in the middle of the bare living room, her head was bowed, a single black power cord running from some part of her back to an outlet in the wall. “You see this,” Humbolt said gruffly, holding out the crumpled yellow work-order sheet in front of her. “Yes,” she replied, raising her head. She was dressed in the manner of an old English maid, with a long black dress and white apron. She had the fair complexion of a European, but had been given long slick black hair that appeared very Asian. “You’ve been given over for reconditioning,” Humbolt informed her, “You will come along with us.” Percival came around behind her, unhooking the power cord from it’s socket at the base of her neck. Moving aside some of her thick hair, he read off the stamped serial number. “Hmm, a 213,” he remarked. “I was expecting something more ancient from what we’d been told.” “Yes, well, still hardly state of the art,” Humbolt shrugged, studying her. “At least it’ll be an easier job though. I quite like the face.” “She is pretty,” Percival agreed, helping the machine to her feet. At first glance, she did seem very human. But, in accordance with the Artificial Persons Act, did possess one distinctly non-human feature. Circular metal panels, lined with a single groove in the middle, were mounted on either side of her head, just above and behind the ears. “My name is Lynn,” she introduced herself to them both, her voice inflected with a slight English accent, though her overall pattern of speech was characteristically deliberate. “Only for now it is,” Humbolt told her. “Come on, follow us into the van.”

The Perils Of Lynn 213

Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Desert Chronicles

Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000

5: His Birthday Present

Don was waiting out in front of his house, just as Nel and I had asked him to. I pulled up in front of his family’s house in my small pickup truck, out near one of the edges of the small desert town where we all lived. Mid-summer, and even though it was about an hour before sunset it was hot, still over 90 degrees. Even in the middle of the night it wouldn’t be below 80. Don looked slightly confused, and sort of bored as he watched me park. Earlier when we called, he said he didn’t have any plans. Boy, was his night going to get much more interesting for him real, real quick.

Angela's Story

Fri, 20 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I lay there and struggled against the cuffs and chains that held me fast to the bed. There was no use pleading – even if my muffled sounds through the gag could have been understood, Dave had made it quite clear that I was going to be there until he decided it was time to let me out. There had been a time in our bondage games when he got bored before I was ready to be released – leaving me feeling rather let down, but that had all changed since the arrival of Angela. I need to explain about Angela – but to do that I must go back to the beginning.

The Babe Bomb 2

Sat, 15 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Babe Bomb)

Part Two

“Doctor, we have a problem.”

James Watson gazed around the now familiar office. The last time he’d been here, one of his inventions had been misused. Now, turning his attention to the man behind the desk, he frowned.

“What have you done now?”

Major George Franklin returned the frown. As head of a top secret special projects division, he’d borne the blame for the earlier fiasco. It had taken months for the waves from that one to die down, and Franklin had been lucky to keep his rank. Now, leaning back in his chair, he gazed at Watson thoughtfully, as if choosing his words very carefully.

Danny Boy

Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

A Leprechaun’s Tale of Ancient Victory over The Four Sisters - This is more whimsical and humorous than it is erotic. But then humor is always erotic. “He makes me laugh,” is one of the most often given reasons for a woman to love an otherwise unattractive, unlovable man. The story does contain descriptions / reference to normal sex, oral, anal, and masturbation.

It was very late at night– or very early in the morning depending on your point of view. I am always up sometime during the night. I think I inherited that from my father. In any case, it was a little after 2:00 am and I was sitting at my computer reading through stories that I planned to enter in this year’s Halloween Story contests.

Escape

Sun, 15 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Lenny’s guys had been running for months now. They started as a group of eleven heading for the boarder, now they were down to two. He had never been the main man before. He was always under his boss, the infamous Capone. Since he had been shipped off to prison in California things had gone to hell. The cops who enjoyed the hospitality of his boss now hunted Lenny and his comrades. Some how now he and the last of his guys had ended up in Arizona. “I think we lost em Lenny. Should we look for John?” Patrick was new, er 5 days after being brought in by Lenny, Capone had been convicted. “He’s on his own now, pin head shoulda kept up” He liked John or painter they had named him for his dubious work with the Tommy. But these were hard times for them. There was no stopping. No Mercy. No hope. “Well wait em out here they’ll pass us by and in the morning well head straight away for the border.” Lenny had wanted out since he was a runner back in Chicago, but experience told him once your in there’s no escape. You either left in cuffs or a coffin. Which certainly rang true it seemed now after watching the cops shoot up one and arrest two others in the last week. “You sure Lenny? They could find us!” “Shut your hole! They will if you keep yammerin on.” He couldn’t sleep. He often went days with out so much as a nap. It was his dreams, his nightmares. While awake he could distract his inner most feelings. Entertaining a friend or fleeing the law kept his mind occupied and off of the pain in his past. But in his dreams he had no control. No will power to keep out the hate distaste and lust that had plagued him. Some times it was the first man he had killed with a billy club. Others it was the girl he led astray who now wanders the red light. A tear rolled down his cheek as he started to recall the horrors, of what he had done, and what he hadn’t done, and what he will do, to escape. He tried to swallow his sadness. With each trial his stomach turned in knots, his head split at the seams. Normally he would keep himself busy. But now sitting with Pat in the darkness hiding away for fear of being caught his dam started to buckle. He couldn’t cry, not here. He stood up and walked from the cover they had hidden under. Pat was dead to any one walking by slumped over his pack like a corpse and with the heavy jacket seemed to not even breathe. He could get caught, he wouldn’t mind if only those memories would leave him. If only he could find a way to start again. He wandered into the near by town. Maybe turning himself in was the right path to redemption. Running certainly wasn’t helping. He gazed up at the local police department. He thought being so close would surely get him caught but ironically only a few bums stood outside not an officer in sight. Lenny stood there for a few moments when the flood was loosed upon his mind and his face. Dropping to his knees he sobbed. Curling into a ball in front of the steps to those who had hunted him for so long. He was giving up. The bums moved away from the terrible sounds now escaping his lips. He drifted off and for the first time in years he didn’t dream. He awoke he knew not how long later, though it was still in the night. He was spread eagle on the pavement his pockets all turned out not a thing left. He didn’t care. He tried to stand but could not. His body seemed frail and weak. “Are you alright sir?” A calm old voice came from the alley. He turned his head to see an old man. “No” he replied turning his head back to the sky. The pain was still there. And though he had let loose some of the feelings held so deep the rest had already filled his reservoir to the brink again. “Well let me take you over to my truck, well go get some soup from the station down the road.” The old man lifted him with what seemed like little effort. This astounded Lenny because of his rather large size. After a short drive they walked into a diner attached to the gas station. Before he knew it a bowl of something was set in front of him. He sighed a little as he picked up a spoon but found he wasn’t hungry. “So what seems to be the matter? You really beat your self up over something.” “I, uh. Well its complicated.” He leaned back in the booth letting his neck stretch to the max as his head looked up to the ceiling fan. “Bah! Complication is only an excuse for ignorance and guilt. So which is it? My guess is guilt since you found the police” the old man chuckled. “Funny they all left on a tip that two of Capone’s cronies were hiding in some bushes a mile or two north. Ah don’t worry what ever you did you seem to be willing to repent, which is good.” He motioned for him to wait as he got up and walked out to his truck. What was he thinking? He had drove and walked hundreds of miles to escape. He couldn’t end up in prison now. He couldn’t go back to those people. That life style. Someone would recognize him eventually and then the choice would be made for him. Why did he walk into town? Maybe it was fortune that made him leave because from the sound of it someone was privy to their hiding spot. He looked down at the soup placing the spoon in the bowl, then up to his lips. Clam chowder. He couldn’t taste it though. It was the feel of the potatoes and clam bits that gave it away. After a few bites the man returned with a small case. “All I want from you is a kind of animal. Just name one and then the rest of your life can begin.” “What?” He had no idea what that was supposed to mean but the image of his first dog popped into his head. He smiled as a reaction. Then snickered as he recalled playing with him in the park. Then a tear as he saw the car that just couldn’t stop in time. “Just name a type of animal please.” He opened the case, lid apposed to Lenny so he couldn’t see the contents. “Dog, well a bull dog… Jack…” What the fuck was wrong with him he couldn’t stop crying. Now in tears he could hardly see a thing just a blur of motion. “Here” he felt a cloth being placed in his hand which he used to dry his eyes. “and take this too. It will give you comfort in your coming hardships.” As though the man could have seen his memories there was a balloon dog with the same color and eyes as his beloved Jack. It was no Jack, seeing as it had no fur or bones but it was comforting. “Be calm don’t be rash and when things hit the bottom, there’s only one way to go. And that’s up.” “FREEZE! Put your hands up now scum bag!” An officer yelled at him while waving his gun followed by several others. He did what he was told and soon wound up in a cell with his empty pockets, half full stomach, and his balloon Jack. So many years of this life and it was going to be over. He just might be put to death with what they had on him. Though this didn’t bother him he just wanted it to be over. He held tight to his Jack as though it was his puppy from all those years ago. He blew the dam and let it all flow wanting to rid himself of the feelings, nothing else mattered much at this point, not pride or honor, dignity or vanity. The guard stood in awe at the hardened criminal and alleged murderer of several people. Lenny tried to wipe the tears fumbling with his jacket when a small fizz could be heard. He saw the hole crafted into the body of Jack by the button of his jacket. “No… Not again… please..?” he pleaded weakly as it deflated to a mash of rubber. The tears now rushed from his eyes unopposed as he held the broken body of his new Jack in his hands just as he had the first. He moaned deep as the memory returned. Then Lenny curled onto the ground in pain both mental and physical as his face smashed into the cement floor. The guard continued his blank stare as the man now moaned and sobbed on the floor of his cell. The skin on his hands seemed to grow dark. And though he had been clean shaven when he came in his face was covered in light brown stubble. The guard didn’t know what else to do so he continued staring at the oddity. He had stood six foot three and weighed an easy two hundred fifty pounds but now he seemed so small lying on the floor. So weak and helpless. So alone and harmless. The clothes seemed loose on him like he was deflating just as his balloon had. The guard turned surprised by the hand on his shoulder. The old man who had tipped them off was standing there. “He will be fine, but his clothes will prove to be too difficult to remove unless you do it now.” The guard rushed to the door and opened is then entered. Only when he was kneeling beside the prisoner did he realize what he had just done. “Seems you failed to capture him and instead snared my dog officer.” The old man chuckled. The guard looked wide eyed at the man then back to the prisoner who’s nose was now black and his upper lip was split. Hurriedly he removed the victims clothing not wanting to invoke the wrath of what ever demon stood behind him. What was happening to him Lenny thought his moaning and sobbing had become more of a whine and his clothes were being torn from him. He couldn’t see through the tears still welled in his eyes but it seemed as though it was a person doing this to him. Hey! He tried to say but only a loud Bark rang through the cell. He looked over his naked chest his hair had shrank and became finer and lighter. He tried to grab the person pulling on his pants but his hands were clumsy. He gazed in horror as his thumbs moved up his wrist shrinking as they went finally turning into a single small claw. He twisted and turned trying to free himself. He could see the guard now was the one who assailed him. What were they doing to him! Some government experiment? Then he saw the old man from the diner standing outside the cell smiling, he froze. ‘and then the rest of your life can begin’ he remembered hearing the old man saying. He understood now, this gift the old man was giving him. He looked back over his back now covered in light brown fur as he saw his new tail poke out of his rear growing rapidly and starting to sway. The guard stood over him now holding his pants in the air. He was as shocked as Lenny. “Jack! Comere boy!” The old man said. “Lets go home!” He wiggled himself onto all fours and hurried out of the cell to his new boss. This one seemed like he would take better care of him then the last one. Finally Jack made his escape, from his boss, the law, his past, the sadness and the guilt. “For your trouble officer.” Jack’s new master tossed a small wood carving of what looked like a lion or a tiger at the still shocked guard. Then turned and walked out. Lenny happily followed him to his new life.

Surprise!

Sat, 17 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I had not been feeling well lately, but like a lot of men, was reluctant to visit the doctor out of the male illusion that I would be okay. And so I did nothing until it was too late.

I knew the problem, whatever it was, had become more serious when I started having cramps, and morning sickness. At least that was what I guessed.

After one particularly unpleasant bout, I gathered myself together and made an appointment with the doctor I had visited infrequently during my 23 years of life.

The Salon Fantasy

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I had just landed a job as a programmer in Denver. I needed a place to stay pretty quick and I saw one that was low rent, in a nice area. I quickly phoned the number listed, and talked to the person renting the apartment, his name was Dan. He then invited me over to see the place; he seemed like a nice guy so I wasn’t too scared that he was a mass murderer of freak of somewhat. After getting to his place I quickly fell in love with the apartment, spacious, nice furniture, great atmosphere, and of course low rent. So I signed the tenant agreement and moved in that day.

Beyond Naked

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

For most of us, regardless of circumstance, there is a certain level of apprehension, embarrassment, and humiliation at being without clothes. Even in a locker room or in front of your doctor most people feel ill at ease and vulnerable. Nudists may tell you they find it exciting. But, I am no nudist and being naked in front of even my own gender is distracting. Add someone from the opposite sex and I concern myself with appearance and decorum. The evening I am about to describe went far beyond this with many others of both sexes in the same rooms walking about, looking, touching, and feeling. Some of them are buck naked, while others modestly attired. Although, I am an adult and consented to all this (at least in a manner of speaking), I am securely hand cuffed every minute.

A Visit from a Rubber Friend

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

This is a true story about a rubber friend i met on the internet and who has become a regular friend on line.

I was hunting around the internet one night for someone to talk to, so i logged into the “RubberZone” site and searched in Melbourne where there were 79 names who were into the rubber scene like me and found a fellow we will name"Paul". I contacted him by message and he replied that he was very interested in visiting me but could not accommodate me at his place because he lived with his daughter and family. He said that he had a large range of rubber clothes and would bring it with him and would get back and arrange a day.

Sucking for Freedom

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Sucking for Freedom by Sir Psycho Sbm; Mm; bond; cons; X

Unlike my other stories, this one is fiction, and hasn’t happened… yet. If anyone thinks they can help me out, please e-mail me.

One thing I’ve always wanted to try was being in a situation where I would have to suck a guys cock. I’m not gay (I have a gorgeous girlfriend, who I am very happy being with) but the idea of having no choice but to give a blow job, because of a situation I had put myself in really appeals to me.

The Joy of Windsurfing 2

Sun, 20 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The Joy of Windsurfing by Latexi Joy of Windsurfing - Part2

Bastard. I hadn’t even wanted to try windsurfing but he said I must. He’d bought me the wetsuit. Very black and very expensive, he said; with ‘convenience zips’, he said. Convenient for what, I asked, and I believe he almost blushed!

So here I am, changed, cold, ready to go and now a text message. He can’t come. No apology, no explanation, just ‘Susan and Paul will take care of you’.

The Joy of Windsurfing

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The Joy of Windsurfing by Latexi

I’ve always enjoyed wearing wetsuits. Always black and always slightly too tight, but the thought of combining my private fetish with an actual sexual encounter was just one fantasy too far. Until, that is, I met Susan and Paul.

Both tall and very fit, I had met them windsurfing on our local lake. Their skill on the water was obvious to all. Equally obvious was the tone of their muscular bodies, revealed rather than hidden by the skin-tight fit of their wetsuits. I wasn’t surprised that I should find Susan’s figure so alluring. No one could fail to be attracted by her firm breasts encased in tight neoprene, her body threatening to break free of its rubber bonds at any moment. What did surprise me though was how often I found myself glancing at Paul. The shiny black rubber wrapped around his chest and his muscular thighs, but most often I caught myself admiring his tight ass, flexing as he carried his board back and forward to the water.

Captured

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Chapter One

My contract this week was to safeguard Miss Tilly Masterson, Daughter of the wealthy Mrs Rhona Masterson who had approached me after her Daughter had received several threatning calls whilst studying at Warwick University. I had suggested Tilly came up North as whoever was doing the threatning were likely to remain in Coventry as it was probable they were local gangsters who were after a quick return by kidnapping Tilly and then approaching Mrs Masterson for ransom.

First Sucking

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dan and I had been enjoying a drink and the subject came around to our sex lives. Dan is Gay and I am straight, but we have been friends for years. We had never discussed sex before but I was curious about his Gay life style and Dan was answering some of my questions about his life style. He was quite open to me and I found it very interesting.

The Babe Bomb

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“The Major will see you now.”

“About time.” Rising from his chair James Watson strode towards the door leading to Major Franklin’s private office. Stepping in, he glared at the major.

“What in hell,” he asked coldly, “do you think you were doing?”

“Professor Watson,” Franklin replied smoothly, “I always know precisely what I’m doing. I do what needs to be done.”

“And that includes breaking into my lab? Stealing my work?”