Sex in the Sky

Jason and his Baby faced boyfriend enjoy each other.

Pelle, or as I called him, “Baby face”, looked so lovely now. He was eighteen, a year younger than me, but his looks made me think otherwise sometimes. So sweet but such a slut for being fucked by me. Those innocent blue eyes that made me quiver. That head full of sexy sleek dirty blonde hair I loved to run my fingers through. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his slightly thin and 5′ 7″ body.

The day was spent lolling around and playing on the PS2. Occasionally we would find ourselves entwined in each other, our lips softly pressing against each other’s forming perfect kisses that we had both longed for.

Young college guy gets his first taste of man sex.

I became a homeowner for the first time at age twenty-two. It was the summer before my senior year in college and my grandmother had just died. I expected she’d will all her money to my father – her only child. Grandma came through though and left me over two hundred thousand dollars.

Although I thought about buying the most expensive car on the market, going to Hawaii and all sorts of other things, I realized that I could buy a house for myself and put apartment living (which I hated) far behind me.

Seamus takes his best-friend’s virginity.

“Me, Cyndy and Kev and whoever else we can find, are going out tonight, there’s a new band playing at Pump,” Harry said. “Do you wanna come?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. I was damn sure that Neill was going to be in my bed that night. I wanted that to happen as soon as possible. “I’m pretty busy at the moment, heading up to the University Games.”

“Oh, come on man,” Kevin said. He slung his arm around the girl (’Cyndy’), obviously his latest screw. She was a pretty redhead, but she only looked 18. He was a complete sleaze, but still a good mate. “You always have an excuse like that. What’s happened to you? You used to go out every night and have fun with girls and shit. Now, in the last few months, you’re turned into an old man, ‘Oh no, I can’t come out, I’m too busy’, ‘I’m too tired’, ‘I’ve got practice tomorrow’, ‘I’ve got a test tomorrow’, blah blah blah, you’ve always got some lame excuse. We’re all sick of it.”

Kind elderly gentleman helps student in distress.

“I hope readers will find this story interesting. This is my first attempt and I thought writing about something that actually happened would be a good way to start. I would appreciate any and all comments.”

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1. Standing alone in the rain.

That’s what I was doing on that miserable late summer morning somewhere in the neighborhood of Lee, Massachusetts; standing in the rain near the entrance ramp of the interstate, doing a bad job of hitchhiking. How I managed to get to this spot is a long story which is painful for me to recall even now.

Transgression and redemption aboard the Hesperus, 1865.

“For K. For your guidance, patience, and generosity – my humble gratitude, fedaain.”

*Letters from “The Hesperus*

Portsmouth

The King’s Head

January 12, 1865″

My dear Marie,

The ship is laden at last, and we sail on the evening tide. Tom and I spent the night ashore; I know the voyage will be hard upon him in the close quarters below decks, and I have spared him as long as I could. I hope you know how hard it was to tear ourselves away; only our need could force us.

But do not worry. Your brother will make a good sailor. He faces his duty well, though I know it pains him to leave you. With luck he will rise soon to be an officer, and find himself in quarters somewhat kinder. Until then, I will do all that I can.

Discovering the mastery of the father had been inherited.

As I walked into the city on the main street, Damrak, leading directly from Amsterdam’s central train station, I nervously fingered the folded e-mail I’d been carrying tucked in my wallet for the past month and a half. Damrak changed into Rokin, and at the end of canal off the Amstel River, I made a right onto Heiligeweg.

I had thought of this possibility on and off for the whole cruise down the Rhine from Mainz to Amsterdam, but I hadn’t really taken the chance it would work out as having the whisper of a prayer. We were at the end of our cruise and—magically—the opportunity had just clicked into place. We had a free afternoon in Amsterdam; our ship was docked right next to the Central Station, well within walking distance of the center of the city; and my wife had declared that she was off on a shopping spree with other women from the cruise and that I jolly well could find something to entertain myself for the afternoon.