Sex in the Sky

The first step of two public figures seeking love.

It was Christmas Eve, nearly midnight when the couple settled into their bed for the night. They had tucked in the grandchildren with kisses and promises of presents tomorrow. Their excited bodies refused sleep, until grandma sang softly to them and watched them drift to sleep. There was a game of pool set up for the brothers and brothers-in-law, the four of them joking good naturedly and ribbing each other, tossing back a drink or two. The couple was smiling contentedly, happy that the family was together for the holiday, all healthy and whole. As the couple settled down into bed, holding each other after they made love, content in their own happiness, the niggling worries of a mother moved to the forefront. Neither person could easily shut their minds off. This wasn’t a family that could. For this wasn’t just some simple suburban house, nestled in the glow of a small town Christmas. This was the White House and the couple was President John McNeely and his wife Madeline.

Sergeant is seduced by GI in a red jock. (Illustrated)

*”This is a true story, as told to me by an Army buddy. The names, places, etc. have been changed. “*

“Just keep your underwear on, son. Don’t take off any more than that, and you’ll stay out of trouble.” My father told me that when I was seven or eight, when he caught my cousin and me “playing with each other.” Never forgot that. Even in the years when I didn’t want to stay out of trouble.

I grew up in the early Sixties, my father in the Navy, stationed a long time in Japan, so I got into martial arts from a very early age. By the time we came back to the States, I was a teenaged blackbelt. My father retired and settled down near a large Midwestern city, and I attended a dojo there, developing my self-defense skills even more.

Dillon and Jamie make love.

Well, Dillon had asked for a sign, and he”d sure as hell gotten one. But there were several ways for two guys to make love, and as he stood waiting in the spacious lobby of the Preston Inn while Jamie checked them into a room, Dillon couldn”t help but wonder which way Jamie wanted things to go. Dillon was so nervous, he didn”t even realize Jamie was standing in front of him, again, talking.

“I said, are you ready to go up?”

“You got the room already?”

Jamie held up an old fashioned brass key. “Yep. Room four-sixteen is now officially ours.”

Straight guy is enjoyed by his five best friends.

We had all gone away for a month, us six guys: Ray, Mike, John, Matthew, Paul and myself. It was supposed to be a bonding thing. We were in the heart of the countryside, staying in Paul’s family’s holiday home. It was miles from anywhere and it was going to be our last group outing together before Ray got married.

To begin with it was fun. Just the six of us together, nobody’s girlfriend allowed (or in John’s case, boyfriend). We drank beer and ate pizza and stayed up late playing poker and doing generally male things. The cooking was split between John and myself and we had a great time.

Mr. Peterson takes Cory’s virginity.

Cory waddled to the desk, the uncomfortable feeling of Mr. Peterson’s fingers up his ass making it a strange walk. He felt very unsure of himself, this whole afternoon had been one of surprises. Although he’d really enjoyed his first blow job, especially with the revenge factor of it being from Sam, nothing had been happening the way he’d expected. Now, he didn’t know what was going to happen.

“Bend over,” Mr. Peterson’s voice was excited in his ear, making his own groin tingle again with anticipation. Obediently he bent over the desk, feeling Mr. Peterson’s fingers sliding from his ass. With a sigh of relief, Cory was able to relax - although his ass did feel a little strange because it had become so adjusted to having the fingers in it.

All Sean’s fantasies are fulfilled in one night.

Not one person had mentioned my 30th birthday. Not Rachel, not Andy or the kids, not Louis, not even my mom. Not a word about a party or presents or anything. Granted, I’d been whining and making a big deal out of turning 30, threatening them with violence if anyone dared get me black balloons or even mention the words “over the hill”; in fact I said I didn’t want to celebrate at all. But what we say and what we mean are not always the same. I didn’t need the banks to shut down, but at least they could’ve said something about it.