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After a visit to Oskar’s bank, they spent the rest of the afternoon with Marietta in a small park, alternately throwing a Frisbee for her to catch and lying out in the sun working on Will’s vocabulary. Finally Oskar sent him across the road to buy cokes from a kiosk, making him swear before he went that he would speak only Rothenian. A grinning Will came back with the two cold bottles and a sense of achievement. He had even stumbled through some remarks on the weather with the vendor and
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Sunday was a day of partings. When Harry Baxter left for the airport in the morning, Will was at the hotel to say goodbye and explain that he was staying on. Harry looked a little miffed. Then he shrugged and agreed to water the pot plants in Will’s flat, so Will told him about a spare key he kept under a mat. Finally Will checked himself out and moved his bags by taxi to Lindenstrasse, where an excited Oskar and Marietta were waiting for him. In the afternoon, Terry and Ramon were leaving
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They arrived back at Will’s hotel at five. He resisted earnest invitations to spend the evening with the others until Terry announced he was keen to check out the Rothenian National Opera at the Rudolfinum. When Will heard that, he was torn. In Terry’s eyes he saw something even more important than their both being gay. ‘Terry, you’re … a singer?’ ‘Yes, sweet babe, I most certainly am.’ ‘You should hear him in the bathroom, Will,’ laughed Ramon. ‘Tenor or bass?’ asked Will tremulous
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With the powerful scent of spirits filling his nose, Will sat up abruptly. The concerned and oh-so-familiar voice said, ‘I told you that you were shaken. Let me help you to this chair.’ A wonderful male fragrance surrounded him as he was lifted and helped into a low armchair covered with a throw. He looked around himself. He was in a small living room with a worn carpet. A kitchenette opened on his left, a large bedroom on the other side. A tall uncurtained window was shuttered in
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It was a night to remember at Club Liberation in the ancient and beautiful city of Strelzen. It would have been a good night, whatever. Liberation was set in the southeastern corner of the Rodolferplaz, just where Gildenfahrbswejg emptied into it. Gildenfahrbswejg, or ‘the Wejg’ as locals called it, was always heaving. Pink, red and green neon lights glowed down from the buildings on both sides of the narrow street, displaying messages like ‘Boogy Bar’, ‘Cabaret Olympus’, ‘Non-stop dance’, ‘
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It'll be a surprise for sure. Glad you're into it.
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Hi. It's a historical novel all but. We're in 1997 or thereabouts. The golden age of Bel Ami.😉
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‘Look, I’m sorry, okay? Let it rest, Will.’ The hired BMW was on the autoroute south to the Rothenian frontier. It was not the air conditioning which was responsible for the chill in the atmosphere inside, however, but rather the fallout from a disaster in Prague. Harry, who was driving, was finally learning that Will was not quite the submissive and biddable bottom boy his blithe self-assurance had assumed. He had just been subjected to the most comprehensive tongue-lashing he had ever h
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Harry and Will managed a fair amount of sex over the next fortnight and, for Will at least, it got better and better. Not only did his bum never hurt again, but on one astonishing occasion he ejaculated with just anal and prostate massage. As his tormented body began to fuck the air, he was amazed to watch cum simply pulse out of his dick on to his bed. Time seemed to stand still when the orgasm happened. Harry was smug and pleased at his own anal artistry. Not that Will ever got a chance
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Will’s alarm clock woke him at seven-thirty the next morning, alone in bed. Harry Baxter had gone home at one to his own small house in Lower Whatton, where his parents lived in Whatton Manor. But Will knew that what they had started the night before was not over. Principally, he felt smug. He had sexually satisfied another gay man, in the process losing his inconvenient virginity at long, long last. The embarrassment was over. He had loved the sensation of being filled by another man, too.
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Hi Paqman. A good question. This is going in a series called 'Rothenian Tales', and HoOP is the first of the stories set in that fictional land. I'm hoping that it'll work without the Matt & Andy backstory. Mike.
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‘Sir!’ ‘Yes, Jake?’ ‘Sir, Ricky just put his hand on my knee.’ ‘Did not! Don’t listen to him, sir!’ ‘Gay!’ The class tittered at the cheap insult. Will seethed briefly before mastering himself and heaving an internal sigh. ‘Jake, Ricky!’ His voice cracked out sharply. ‘That’s enough! Leave your romantic life, or lack of it, for the playground.’ ‘But sir …’ ‘You were supposed to be looking at the Ten Commandments, if I’m right, and deciding which are relevant today
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For the fourth time, Will circled round and walked back along Old Compton Street. The afternoon was getting darker, and fewer people were around. He got to the door of the well-lit bookshop he had selected, steeled himself and, feeling giddy, entered. A staircase with a small and discreet neon sign indicating XXXX Videos led downwards. He had gone too far now, there was no retreat. He descended the stairs, trying not to clump too hard as he went. At the bottom a smell of damp carpet ass
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Will Vincent, schoolteacher, exits the closet and finds it leads him to very strange places, for almost out of the door he encounters the beautiful Oskar, cynic and porn star, who is not at all what he seems.
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Jacques Levaillant sat up astonished. His last memory was settling into the unkempt bed in the loft over his shop, the sheets streaked and stiff with the results of his compulsive jerking, which he indulged in to excess in the absence of any alternative. It had been two weeks since he’d last had active sex, a pleasure he had paid for. As always he’d felt bad about it, but his business gave him little time to go trawling the bars and clubs of Ostberg. The prostitute had been seriously well endowe
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Joerg and Ruprecht sat on the outer ring of chairs in the great marquee. It was the second day of the Congress of Yorck and it was warm under the roof of canvas and brocade, where the air smelled very much of crushed grass. There had been great progress. The first day had been devoted to the negotiation of the peace agreement between Ardhesse and the Empire. It had proved to be far easier than anyone expected; the Ardhessian delegation had accepted a return to the boundaries before the wa
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Expect a surprise next chapter. Or I hope so. 😊
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Ruprecht took a while to gather his thoughts before responding. Even so, he beat Joerg and the colonel to it. ‘Gillot! What in the Seneschal’s name are you up to? Why did you lock yourself in? And look what you and Fran have done to a beloved and respected geographical feature! The locals may sue. They used that hill for pasture.’ ‘Not any more. They were just borrowing it anyway. The dome’s only been parked here.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘It’s not a hill, or a dome; it’
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Kristijan had a sofa brought out on to the lawn of his retreat, and was looking amused as the preparations for the duel were carried out. Three of his four pet boys were sitting next to him, knees drawn up to their chins, wide-eyed. Little blond ‘Georgie’ was on his lap, being cuddled close. Willy couldn’t maintain his air of sensuous boredom, and he was leaning over the back of the sofa, grinning and whispering to the children. Swords had been brought across from the palace, and Ruprecht
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François rattled his handcuffs. ‘This is a bit excessive, wouldn’t you say, Gillot?’ The train lurched and rattled, but Gilles was unresponsive. He had not had much to say since his fraught farewell to Felix. The train was now a hundred kilometres from Chasancene and crossing into François’s former empire. The clacking of the wheels on the tracks changed as the train rumbled on to a many-piered bridge across the Great River. There was not much to be seen; what openings there were in their
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The Herd Mind has things in mind for our Kreech, but I won't spoil the twist ...😉
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Stunned at what he was seeing, Ruprecht rallied and called down the inn stairs to Joerg. When the light step of his lover came up the stairs behind him, he took Joerg’s shoulder and pointed silently at the sky. ‘Jesus the Seneschal!’ he breathed. ‘What am I seeing?’ ‘What our boys have done.’ ‘Is there a telescope in the inn?’ ‘I have no idea, but I doubt it. We need to get one. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the theory has always been that the Sisters were a group of
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Ruprecht paced his office, regardless of the looks the colonel was shooting at him from under his bushy brows. When he had tired of that, he issued out into the workroom and joined the small crowd around Joerg and the Ancient box. ‘Anything?’ ‘No, Rupe. It came on, hummed to itself, and then went off. We’ve gone over everything that might have triggered it. Nobody was near the table when it came alive. Other than that there’s nothing that could have influenced it so far as we can t
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At last the day came. Trunks were stacked outside the front entrance for the carrier, for Gilles and Felix were proposing to make the whole journey to university on horseback. ‘Naked?’ Ruprecht queried. His brother grinned. ‘Wouldn’t that be exciting? I somehow don’t think we’d get away with it, though. I don’t suppose we’ll be able to at the Casa Levitica either, pity.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find other ways of having unconventional fun as long as Mutta isn’t looking.’ Fel
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Ruprecht occupied a seat at the salon’s circular table between Gilles and François, who sat opposite one another, silent and staring into each other’s eyes. Joerg had arrived and, somewhat shaken by the sight of Gilles facing his apparent duplicate, examined the two youths. The emperor had been too dazed to object. The little doctor frowned at his scribbled notes, then looked up and gave a cough to gain attention. ‘If I may, Imperial Majesty and Gillot.’ The emperor gave a
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