Sex in the Sky

Senior year is the start of big changes.

“Did you get the 23rd off?” I asked sleepily.

My law partner was finally tying the knot and it was Joe’s and my job to make sure he got there on time. Not an easy task when you knew his nickname was Late Again Murphy.

We were still in bed. I knew I should make an issue out of it, but it was so warm and nice and quiet. It had been a long time since Joe and I had had this much lazy time together. Our jobs, our friends and family seemed to eat up the days. Not mind you, that I’d have traded any of it. Still, to be able to lie in this bed with my lover was heaven.

A stranger with a familiar face comes.

It took almost an hour for Dillon to get Jamie calmed down. The minute he”d laid eyes on Mitchell Harding, Jamie had started hyperventilating. Dillon tried everything he could to convince Jamie that he wasn”t staring into the face of a dead man, but Jamie”s panicked brain couldn”t absorb the information, not in the state he was in. In the end, Dillon had little choice but to let Jamie”s panic attack run its course. Dillon let out a deep breath when Jamie”s own breathing returned to normal.

Dillon took a second to study Mitchell, who was sitting in one of their living room chairs. His resemblance to Ben was uncanny, but now that the initial shock was over, even Dillon could see some differences. Whereas Ben”s hair had been short and spiky, Mitchell”s hair was longish, clasped with a leather cord at the back of his neck. Ben”s face had been unmarked perfection, but Mitchell had a wicked scar running the length of his right cheek from the corner of his eye to his chin. And there were other differences as well, like the more muscular build of Mitchell”s body and the deeper tone of his voice as he apologized, yet again, for sending Jamie over the edge.

Staunchly straight, he discovers a new side of himself.

I have never in my life ever had any kind of sexual feelings for other men. That is until this one time when a situation presented itself to me and I, without much hesitation, jumped right in. Neither of us was prepared for it. But it turned out to be one of the most intense sexual experiences I ever felt.

I’m an average white hetero male about 30 years old. I have a good job in the city and a nice place in the suburbs. I did not have a girlfriend at the time, but it was not because I couldn’t have one or didn’t want one. I was just between girls at the time. Well this day started off like any other I went to work that day and put in my usual time with the rest of the slaves. At the end of the day I decided not to head straight for the bus but decided, instead to head down to this new nudie bar near the bus terminal. The place featured big boob stars from the world of porn each week and this week they were having one of my favorites. After a quick bite to eat at the local greasy spoon I walked over to the club paid the cover charge and headed inside. I had been to quite a few clubs in my time, but this place was something else. Every chick in the house was either a C or a D cup. My cock stood at immediate attention. Grabbing a drink I headed up stairs to the main stage and for the next hour watched Molly Mamms strut her stuff. It was towards the end of the first half-hour that I noticed this black guy on the other side, he seemed familiar to me, but could not place him. It dawned on me why he was so familiar; he rode the same bus I did every day. He always sat in back and never got off before I did. On the bus he never seemed to bother anybody. He was lean and lanky, like a basketball player, dressed usually in sports jerseys and baggy pants. He must have noticed my staring and realized who I was as well, because he smiled and pointed to the big-titted star on stage. I raised my glass and saluted, but that was the extent of our encounter the rest of the time I was at the bar.

Sean gets what he needs.

Sometimes it’s been so long since you’ve felt good, you can’t even remember what it was like. I didn’t know when I started feeling this bad, but it must’ve happened a long time ago, when I wasn’t paying attention, mired deep in a bad relationship in a city seven hours away from my small-town home. I didn’t even know how miserable I’d actually been until this moment, when Louis Welch and I were holding each other in the back seat of my dad’s old Shelby 500 GT that had been sitting under a tarp in the garage for almost 20 years, after mind-blowing, surprising sex that came from nowhere and just exploded between us.

Cory finds out what goes on in the room.

“Author’s Note: There is a bit of an element of reluctance in this story.

Otherwise, just gay sex. Enjoy! =)”

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Mr. Peterson wasn’t in class the next day, so Cory couldn’t ask him about the room that he was supposed to go to after school. When he mentioned it to Sam, the young man just shrugged his shoulders and kept walking. So, at the end of the day, Cory decided to go to the room. To satisfy his curiously if nothing else.

When he walked in he gasped, the room had about 15 teachers in, almost the entire staff, and everywhere they were fucking students. Since it was an all-boys school, that meant more students that Cory had realized were gay. Sam and some of his friends were on their hands and knees, taking it at both ends. Cory could feel himself getting hard as his wide-eyes watched them getting stuffed from behind while they sucked a cock in front of them. Beneath each of them was another student, sucking on their dick.

Love Renewed

Fear had driven Rick away. Fear of the unknown of how his family would react. All his life his parents and siblings had been his rock, the solid foundation that made his life work. The thought of losing them left him feeling lost and alone.

That night, after making love with Dale that last time, he’d awoken shivering. Anxiety creeping over him, fear knifing into his gut. He rose quietly and seated himself in one of the oak chairs that Dale had kept in the bedroom. He watched Dale sleep, so innocently, so peacefully. He contemplated his future with Dale, wondering if he could really sacrifice his family for him. What if things didn’t work out? He’d find himself totally alone, no lover, no family, no friends. What if he ended up resenting Dale for his loss? Tears crept down his cheeks at the thought of this joyous love he felt, turn into something ugly and hurtful. Panic rose, twisting his guts, forcing him up and out. He ran.