Peter braves the time he's a prisoner of war where he encounters hell unimaginable. Peter May, a Naval Pilot in the British Army, is captured in the war between England and the Arabs. Being a prisoner of war, he’s suffering from the enemy’s corporal punishment inflicted on him, corporal punishment that’s beyond his wild imagination. In one of those times he's sexually abused by the enemy's army men, he meets a colonel who gives him compassion and passion at the same time. Peter is a military gay but nobody knows this but himself. The passionate nights and great gay sex with the colonel is a relief not only to his gay sexual needs, but also to his need for gay love. The British troops save Peter but his thoughts remain with those nights he’s had with the colonel. Peter is promoted to a higher rank, then he decides to go back to the place where he met this colonel. In one of his first assignments as a higher ranking officer, Peter bumps into colonel, HIS colonel. Will the colonel still be able to identify Peter? Will they rekindle the passion that prospered during the darkest hours of Peter’s life?
I was born in Hertfordshire, about 25 miles North West of London. I joined the Royal Navy straight from school, did four years at engineering college and then went to sea for three years in destroyers. I took a commission after that and joined the Fleet Air Arm as a helicopter pilot. I was married, had two kids and now have four grandchildren and one great grandson. I left the navy in 1970 and became a civil pilot which I did until I retired at 55. I started and ran a business in London for seven years before retiring to Antigua. I lost my life's savings in the Stanford Ponzi Scheme so we manage now on my pensions which are quite small, but hell, we live in Paradise so it can't be all bad.
I discovered I was gay when I was 35, (yes, I know, ridiculous), I had been divorced for two years by then so no one got hurt emotionally. I met Rafe in 1980 and my whole family fell in love with him, so no angst for me at all.
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'K, you might know I've been itching to use this meme, but in this, it warrants it.
Honestly, da fuq did I just read?
I dunno what I thought it was going to be, but this is pretty much just a miscellaneous orgy. It's to the point where I'm not quite sure if the author's completely serious or not.
The base concept is rather fascinating, but I'm rather leery towards its execution. IMO, it was entirely too blasé about the whole thing in a way that I feel like it shouldn't have been. 'Course, I don't claim to be an expert on Middle Eastern culture so I can't definitively say one way or another but - correct me if I'm wrong - isn't homosexuality punishable by death in the Middle East? For an execution-worthy offense, the men sure seemed willing to participate.
The main character is so, like I said, blasé about the whole thing that I can't tell if it was originally shock, then Stockholm, or if he really is just TSTL...
I'm also a little curious about something. Is it even possible for a dude to have a 2-inch penis flaccid that grows to 7.5 inches aroused? Now, I'm not very well-schooled in human anatomy, but that seems like quite a large-ass discrepancy to me. Wikipedia wasn't very helpful in this case... According to a male friend, it is possible. *shrug
In addition, the narrative itself was rather clunky and there were weird formatting errors all over the place. Problem with ebooks is, I'm never sure if it's an overall thing or just a "the version I got was fucked up" thing =_= But either way, missing comma for offset appositives, comma splices, awkward " instead of ' for contractions, for whatever reason, really awkward paragraphing, and such.
There was also a scene with piss, and that just hits my squick button, which I kind of get it was supposed to, but still.
Also, why is there a repeat entry in GR? Repeat entry combined with the other edition.
This "book" - piece of trash-is nothing but sick masochistic ramblings. I opened it expecting it to be full of hunky soldiers, but not one was to be seen.