Early 20th-century English novelist Bryan Bancroft hadn't been aware of the undercurrents of fetish sexuality in his novels until a literary review pointed them out. Thus it came as a surprise to him when he found himself between the thighs of Thomas, the ripe 14-year-old son of Lord Chartwell. The scandal sends Bryan abroad, where, in Morocco, he fights his new-found urge for 14-year-old boys in isolation from England. He finds, though, that these aren't urges he has to fight in Tangier.
This little Space Opera is a mashup of John Normanesque sociology, Stargate, and "Ancient Aliens" This is my first SciFi story, so there may be some rough edges or non-standard to the genre themes. I never know how to rate the amount of sex. I'm listing this as "Some Sex" but I think it is closer to "Some Sex, on the way to "Much Sex."
My sister was entertaining three of her girlfriends when a problem occurred that needed my help. Being the horny gentleman I assisted and was well and truly rewarded.
Jeff stumbles on a scene that he wasn't supposed to witness and reeling, he finds something else that he wasn't supposed to see. He gets a chance to fix his life.