Sex in the Sky

“Being as nothing exciting had happened to me in the last few months I thought I would write this one as this was my first experience with a guy without the aid of alcohol. This maybe should of been Ch 02 as it happened some weeks after my first experience, as always I hope you enjoy and maybe you have done the same when first starting out.”

After my first experience in the club I looked around on the internet for guys who wanted the same as me, which was some no strings fun.

I started to chatting to a guy who lived in the same town as me, his name was Gary and he was also married and living the secret bi life. Read the rest of this entry »

Moodily I stared out the train window. The day before Christmas Eve. On the platform of the Boston station, couples reunited, kissing and hugging. Mothers cried and clung to fresh boys in uniform as they headed off to basic training. The war had changed things; the place was somber and not decorated much for Christmas this year. The mood was grim and filled with dread, instead of Christmas cheer and joy. Sure. People tried; they tried to look happy and hopeful for the sake of the kids that hung around their knees, not understanding. They carried presents. But their eyes told the truth: they all knew some of these boys wouldn’t be coming back from Germany or wherever they were headed, and they all hoped it would be someone else. Not them, not theirs. Read the rest of this entry »

The day had finally come. I’d soon be moving into my newly refurbished house, according to the contractor, Mr. Gorton. Well, hopefully it really would be done this time. Mr. Gorton or Marty the malefactor as I sometime referred to him, had promised that everything was finished and done exactly according to my specifications. According to him, all that was left was my final inspection and approval.

I’d found a great piece of beach front property with a decent house on it. The house itself was something of a wreck, but it had a great view, lots of space and definite potential. Read the rest of this entry »

The shame, the paranoia, the guilt, I’d experienced it all in high school. I’d watch the other guys in the shower out of the corner of my eye, terrified I’d get an erection and be betrayed. After that you’d think I’d grow up and come out of the closet, but I pretended to myself as much as anyone else that I wasn’t gay. I dated, I had sex, I got my first apartment, and still I looked at other guys out of the corner of my eye.

My friend Hunter wasn’t gay. Slim, tall and attractive, women draped themselves over him, and though he was too much of a gentleman to boast, I knew he’d had all the sex they could throw at him. Being slim and short, I’d had fewer adventures, but enough to know something was missing for me. I was surprised one night to discover that Hunter wasn’t entirely satisfied with his sex life either. Read the rest of this entry »

“What the hell is going on here?” Dillon”s voice cut through the stillness of the room, distracting Ash and giving Jamie the advantage he needed. Jamie raised his knee and planted it right where Ash least wanted to be hit. He clutched his nuts, and down he went.

Dillon crossed the room in an instant and hauled Ash to his feet. He had his fist cocked and ready to put Ash”s lights out when Jamie hollered, “Don”t do it, Dillon. He”s drunk. I wouldn”t have kneed him if he hadn”t been trying to . . . well, you know.” Read the rest of this entry »

In the forty seconds it took for Nate to get from the bedroom to the kitchen, he died a thousand times expecting to find the love of his life lying dead in a pool of blood. He raced down the stairs and rounded the corner, expecting to see Brandon. Instead, he saw a trail of blood leading from the kitchen to the mudroom. He snagged the cordless phone from the counter and dialed as he ran.

He found Brandon leaning against the door jam, clutching his bloody right shoulder. Only when he got closer did he see the handle of the knife sticking out of Brandon”s skin. Read the rest of this entry »

Before he met Nate, Brandon always thought gay marriages were for other guys, not him. He didn”t care that the state didn”t recognize them. As far as he was concerned, God made a marriage, not city hall. No, the reason he didn”t take most gay marriages seriously was because half the gay couples he knew cheated on each other whenever the notion struck. To be fair, he knew of several monogamous gay relationships, he just never thought he”d have one. Even before he knew about Jeff”s propensity for sticking his dick in anything with blond hair and twenty-thousand dollars worth of dental-work, Brandon never even thought about dragging him in front of the family preacher. With Nate, it was different. Read the rest of this entry »

Dale Vaden stepped out the front door, onto the porch. The overhanging roof shaded him from the gentle rays of the afternoon sun. It was a beautiful, spring day. The temperatures had been hovering in the mid-sixties for the past week. He stretched his back, groaning as his spine popped and realigned. Clearing a house of 40 years accumulation of living was not easy.

He walked down the three concrete steps at the place where porch and house joined. Stepping to the left, he seated himself on the edge of the porch. He tilted his face to the sun, reveling in the soft heat and light that bathed his skin, and turned the sightless vision behind his closed lids, a rich, radiant red. A lazy breeze touched him now and then. It sent a shiver through him, reminding him of a lover’s caress, a lover who was gone after four years. Four years in which Dale had surrendered his heart and believed he’d found his life’s partner. How could he have known that Tony didn’t feel the same? Read the rest of this entry »

I yawned and scratched my chest as I shuffled into the bathroom. Joe was standing in front of the double sinks, blow-drying his hair. I leaned across the counter and pulled the plug.

“I thought you were going to wait for me?” I asked him.

“I thought you were going to get you ass out of bed sooner.”

“Oh, do not even go there!” I stuck my tongue out him, but he grinned and grabbed for the plug. I held it away from him, but since he had a good grip on the dryer, he just reeled it, and me, in. Read the rest of this entry »

In the dimly lit passenger cabin, Rick fidgeted in his seat. It seemed to him, that the flight home was taking forever.

“Settle down, babe. It won’t be long now.” Dale reprimanded lightly.

Rick sighed, “I know, it’s just that…”

“You’re horny?” Dale suggested with smile. He laid his hand on Rick’s thigh and slid it slowly inward and upward.

“Jeez, Dale!” Rick tensed under his hand, sitting rigidly upright, “If you don’t stop that I’m going to… ohhh damn,” he groaned softly. Rick’s eyes closed, his breaths shortening as Dale lightly, but firmly massaged his rapidly filling cock. “Oh fuck, oh yeah,” he whispered. Rick strove to keep still, but his buttocks tightened, his hips pushing up, grinding his erection into the welcome friction Dale provided. Read the rest of this entry »