Sex in the Sky

Love occasionally has to wait.

The good things about going to college during the summer semester were smaller classes, sunny days and weekends skating. It also gave me time to write and prepare for the adjustment from living at home to being a college student without the intensity of the Fall Semester. I’d always been a bookworm; my father had to practically kick me out of the house to get me to do anything other than read, write and study. Dad had been a jock; I wasn’t what he’d wanted out of a son. My sister was a better son to him than I was; of course, as far as Dad was concerned, he had two daughters. Yeah, my parents knew I was gay. They’d been cool with it, and supported me through my coming out, but I know it was just one more disappointment for my father. When I had a chance to go to college early, I jumped at it.

The Hotlanta Story goes on.

Here by My Side an Angel

Here by My side the Devil

Never turn your back on my

Never turn your back on me again

Here by my side it is Heaven.

-Matthew Good “Weapon”

*Hotlanta Chp. 5 All N A Second*

As he stood looking trough the glass at Martice, he could only pray he would get him back. It had been a week since he had shown any signs of responding and even that had been what the doctors called reflex movement. As he watched him, he still wondered what had happen. His message said he was meeting with a design customer, but his job said that meetings away from the store weren’t allowed so they had no records of any meeting, The Doctors said there where signs of rape, and that made Dre angry, while part of him worried Martice had lied to him, he know he had no room to talk after all here he was the playing the role of Carnak, Prince of lies. During the day, here looking like the loving ever-present boyfriend, and at night, sharing his bed with whomever he felt would ease the pain. “How is he?” she asked as she touched his shoulder. Dre turned smiling to her.

He spies on their lovemaking, and sees a way to get closer.

PART THREE: HUSBAND AND WIFE

As it turned out, things were just beginning to get interesting. One day about a week later I noticed that the house was getting hot and

uncomfortable. Something was wrong with the central air-conditioning unit. Not only was there no cooling, the blowers didn’t seem to be working well, so there was very little air circulation.

Fortunately, my house had ceiling fans installed in the largest rooms, and I’d put in screen doors. So I turned every fan on high speed, threw open the doors, and tried to get a breeze going. Soon the ground floor was bearable, though hardly cool. The upstairs, though, was impossibly hot—no way would I be able to sleep up there tonight.

Getting off the Phallic for a break leads to a discovery.

Glen did well for himself after he stowed away on the luxury starship cruiser the Phallic Explorer, while escaping from an angry Belinda’s ray gun. The ship’s medic, SB, had looked after him well right from the start. So from the time Glen’s sexual performance had been thoroughly tested, till now, Glen had nothing to complain about in the sexual satisfaction department. He was accepted as part of the Phallic’s crew. And even if a rather sheltered member of it, he had still entertained some of the bizarre sexual talents of the well heeled and phallicaly augmented passengers.