Sex in the Sky

Eko is introduced to his new life as a slave.

“Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can’t live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the first installment of “Slave to Love”.”

How he lost his “giving head” virginity.

There had been a few responses to my ad before D’s, but there was something about each — something impersonal and a bit too eager — that had made me wary about responding to any of them.

And then came D’s reply. There was something trustworthy in his tone. Patient. Not trying to rush things, but from the start, determined to be sure that I was myself comfortable following through with what I had proposed.

What I had proposed was the culmination of 23 years nurturing the idea that, one day, I would give head to a man. I had often imagined — usually while masturbating — being naked with a man, feeling his erection, going down on him, sucking him completely off. I wanted to know what it’s like swallowing a man’s semen, warm and fresh from his balls. Through the years, watching many women perform the act on me, I had begun wanting to experience the same delight they did, in the exact same way. But, for so long, it was no more than an secretly treasured fantasy.

Finding love after Loss.

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Rooftop lovin’.

It was a hot day, and I was out doing my laps in the pool when the roofers arrived. They had started the previous afternoon, just diddling around and getting their supplies where they wanted them. The older of the two was a well-turned-out, chiseled-featured, and solidly built dude, probably in his early forties, with prematurely graying dark hair. He looked like he’d taken real good care of himself, most likely from a good many roofing jobs. It was the younger guy who had caught my eye, though; Blond, tanned, and lithe, but with good muscle tone and an easy-going brilliant, blue-eyed smile. All and all, however, I hadn’t given either of them much thought. I needed to work on my own tan to be ready for the premiere of my latest action-adventure film.

Terry & Brent pass an enjoyable weekend.

There really was a Lac du Miel in Lac du Miel. Once it had been wild and scenic and outside the city limits, but over the last couple of decades, what with the whole state sinking and the town expanding, town and lake had met and your view and access to it were obscured by a development called Honey Lake Estates. Houses started in the $120s and went up to McMansions.

This was not where Terry was heading. He skirted the subdivision and took the road that led southward out of the town limits and ran parallel to the bayou. At this point it stopped being a blacktop road and was paved with pebble and shell. On the right side of the road were the houses, casual-looking buildings made of cinder block below and wood above. Apparently, people lived above and stored things below. The houses were close enough to the water so that you could sit on your deck and cast into the bayou. Bayou Row looked like an idyllic place for a water rat to live, but the unstated cost of living out here was expressed in the form of water marks—some marked, with dates, in paint—on the sides of some of the buildings.

Virgin Scott finds a gay porn movie house.

Mildred and Cole Hewitt were prepared to do everything to ensure the happiness of their newly born son, Scott. Following a long and heated argument over the pros and cons of their decision, Cole won, and Scott’s penis was saved from unnecessary mutilation. It marked the first step in his desire to ensure his son’s happiness. And many years would pass before Scott would realize how indebted he was to his father.

Cole, a typical jock, was the Director of Athletics at the prestigious Battersby High School that Scott would eventually attend.