Sex in the Sky

Duncan and Marty finally seal the deal.

*Final Chapter*

“This is the final chapter in my odyssey towards sexual bliss with my best friend, Duncan. I hope you enjoy it. Please take the time to post a comment or send me an email. Thanks for reading!”

“What do you want?”

I didn’t, couldn’t, answer.

“What do you want?”

Duncan had my face in his hands, trying to pull my eyes up to look at him. We were standing in a small corridor at a club, the music thumping through the walls. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat. I couldn’t speak. Not yet.

His inner desires are met.

Part I – The History

My name is Patrick and finally, I have discovered my true purpose in life!

Even though I have lived out my entire life (all 62 years) as a straight, I have always harboured just the tiniest feeling that I am at the least bi and perhaps even gay. These feelings started before I even reached puberty when I was so much smaller and shyer than any of the other guys in grade school. They were long before the days as we know them when being gay is not such a stigma. Instead, words such as queer, faggot and the like were the brands. These feelings of estrangement followed me into high school and beyond.

A new butt enters the picture.

*Chapter 3 – A new butt*

After our first time in the shower, Stephen began to ask to be fucked, which was fine with me. Stephen’s ass was a perfect bubble shape, smooth, perfect skin, and incredibly tight. At least three nights a week, Stephen would be on his knees, taking my cock up his butt. I usually pulled out, cumming on his beautiful ass, but sometimes I would shoot my load deep inside him. We both still enjoyed sucking and jerking each other off too, that was almost a nightly event, at least until mid November.

Gangbang.

*Part Three: Gangbang*

“…he was in charge and the dudes there would follow his lead, so I would just enjoy the gangbang of my life. . . .”

The building looked condemned as we climbed a flight of stairs and entered an apartment. It was empty, garbage strew about, mostly fast food remains, no light except a small bulb burning at the end of a long hall. I was told to take off all my clothes –which I did— and my cock was as hard as a rock. In the little room back at the glory hole place, while drinking the Coke, I had taken another Viagra. So with the grass distorting reality, my asshole aching and my mind submerged in lust and abandon, I was ready to go.

Brian and Chad take things to a deeper level…literally.

I couldn’t wait to get off the bus and get back to the jock dorm. I was tired and wanted to sleep, but most of all, I was excited about the new world that had opened up for me. I tried not to think too much about the implications…after all, I wasn’t gay. I had fucked plenty of women and thoroughly enjoyed the experience; I had had my cock sucked and had eaten pussy, and had never thought twice about it…but thinking about Chad’s cock, hands, and ass was a whole new level of enjoyment. His last comment had left me vaguely anxious and disturbed…after all, hadn’t he said nothing else had happened between he and Cliff? I don’t suppose it really mattered…but then again, it kind of did. I guess I wanted Chad all to myself.

His bitter roommate kicks him out into the cold.

You could say I had a bad experience. A really bad experience. It happened at the local college I was attending, in the dorms where I was living. I guess, if we’re measuring the sweet with the bitter, I was lucky it happened at the end of the semester, but unlucky that it was just before the winter holidays. I was lucky that it was the very day or rather evening after I’d finished my final final exam, but unlucky that I was completely worn out from studying. Lucky, too, that I was thinking of transferring.