Sex in the Sky

Young man wrestles with becoming gay.

It was a 1957 Studebaker Golden Hawk, black with tan interior. The golden Hawk had a supercharger. Basically a supercharger is a compressor that pressurizes the fuel system on the car. It made about as much difference between the Golden Hawk and most cars as there was between a kerosene lamp and a blowtorch. The cars styling was as sexy as you could get, a long sloping hood flowed back into a T-bird type of roof with the landau panels in the rear leading to a short trunk, flanked by a pair of tall turned out fins. Big, tall fins, like a 57 Chevy on Viagra. Good looks like that and a kick ass supercharged engine. Too good to be true, but that night, it was true, Phillip had made it a true thing. Jamie almost forgot his nakedness as ran out into the yard to circle the car. It was a real thing of beauty, no dents and it seemed to have a fresh paint job. Suddenly he realised how much Phillip wanted him to be with him and his eyes filled again as he rushed to hug the man who had made this possible. The feel of his rough clothing pressing against the boy’s naked skin reminded him of his condition. Naked out in the back yard with a man, while it was exciting, it was also a little frightening. The older man loved watching the hot youngster’s body as he moved around the car. The look on the boys face was something that he would always remember. Total joy, total happiness, Phillip beamed with pride at how happy the boy was over his gift. Damn that kid looked so nice running around naked, his dick semi-hard swinging with each step.

He was only gay because they made him like it.

How was I ever going to tell my parents that I was gay? This was a confrontation that I had been dreading for a long time, but how long could I put it off? If I didn’t tell them, they were going to find out anyway for sure. I was a complete slut. I mean, really indiscreet. One time I got the mailman up to my bedroom, and he was just in the middle of fucking my ass, when I heard the front door open. I knew it was my father. He was due home about then, and I had played it too close. But I just couldn’t pass up the mailman. He was so cute and humpy, and I didn’t even know he was available, but when the mail came through the slot in the front door, I opened the door, wearing only my red thong, and he was still kneeling there about to stuff TV Guide through the slot, and there I was standing there with my packed thong practically in front of his face.

A half-sought ending.

Ralf took in Folsom’s ejaculate in his mouth and, briefly, rose up Folsom’s body and merged their lips, sharing the saltiness of Folsom’s prodigious manhood. He then moved back down Folsom’s torso with his moist lips, kissing his way back to the very center of Folsom, and licked his cock clean.

The two were panting, both keyed up, both wanting more. Ralf moved his encasing knees farther up Folsom’s body again now, wrapping their cocks together with an encasing fist and stroking them together as he worked Folsom’s nipples with his lips and teeth. Folsom murmured his approval and flung his arms around Ralf’s head and held him close.

Scott’s Battle.

Two days later, Scott was at home, watching TV when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Scott, is Coop there yet?” Rusty asked from the other end of the connection.

“Nope.”

“Good because I’m running late. He should be there soon, so tell him I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“No prob. Are you guys going out?” Scott asked.

“I dont know what we are going to do. What about you?”

“I’m chillin’ here, watching baseball on TV.”

“Oh, well, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Laters.”

“Later.” Scott said and hung up the phone. It was then there was a knock on the door. That must be Coop, Scott thought to himself. He walked to the front door, unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door.