Sex in the Sky

Love on the Farm.

The next day arrived bright and sunny. Dale gazed out the window at the perfect weather as he sipped his morning cup of coffee. He felt groggy. He’d slept fitfully, tossing and turning, worrying and obsessing about what would happen today. Generally driving himself insane, at 2 a.m., he’d been ready to screech. He’d gotten up, turned the shower on, as hot as he could stand and stepped in, letting the water pour over him. The steamy heat relaxed him, as had the long, slow, jack off session. Knees weak with the powerful release, totally warm and relaxed, he’d wobbled back to bed and crashed, sleeping soundly until almost seven.

Mike and Joe define their freindship.

“Come on babe,” I leaned over Joe and shook my head over his chest. “It’s time to get moving.” My hair was still dripping from the shower and cold drops fell on him waking him instantly.

“Arghh!” He grunted and grabbed my arm pulling me on top of him. His hands moved to my head and our lips met.

I kissed him briefly then raised my head and shook it as he tried to pull me back to his mouth. “No way buddy, we’re late as it is.” I protested with all the strength of will I had as he started to lick that spot right behind my ear.

Taking a groomer for a ride on a washing machine.

Right off the top, I’ll make quite clear that I’m not a dog person. I’m a cat person. You don’t have to walk them and they can be on their own for a weekend without chewing up the new sofa. But my wife thought we needed a dog—because we lived in a “ripe for ripping the rich folk off” golf club community, she said. But I know it was really because Libby next door got an Irish Setter, so naturally we had to have a Wolfhound.

Well, Wolfhounds are high maintenance, and I made quite clear to my wife from the get go that this was her dog. In retaliation, she decided that the dog would substitute for me everywhere except in her vagina. She still made quite clear that my cock was top dog in that kennel.

Ivan meets up with a new kind of Were.

Rose

Ivan was just part of the family now, and we were beginning to settle down into our new rhythm when interesting things started happening again. Ugg, I hate interesting things. All of us underlings were called to Jared’s office yet again for an “emergency meeting.” Once we were all in his office he un-steepled his fingers and stared at us.

“As you all know, I am not only the owner of this bar, but in charge of this quarter of this city. And as all of you know, as my compatriots are also reasonable for the welfare of this quarter.” Well, whatever this was, it was a big deal, and we were going to have to do it. “At the moment there is a problem in this quarter that we must deal with. We have been instructed to deal with it.” He re-steepled his fingers and sighed. “Usually the werewolves of this city keep pretty much to themselves. However, something is causing a disturbance among them, and they are becoming quite violent. Our job is to find out who or what is causing this disturbance, and remove it. Now, we’re pretty sure that it’s a living creature, and we’ve been instructed to bring it in alive.” That was a surprise. Usually they just asked us to kill something, not take it in alive. Interesting. “We know the general area that the problem is in, so lets get moving.” And get moving we did.

Green Beret commander finds himself in About-Face

This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. Many years ago, I was a lieutenant colonel in the US Army, commander of a Special Forces battalion, a married man of 50. We had a son, my military career was on track, and I was due to retire in a short time. The USA was then at peace, the military did only training, and discipline problems were few. Problems with sexuality in the battalion usually had to do with men in the base hospital for treatment of a venereal disease or spats between husbands and wives. Homosexuality in the ’70s was a growing problem in the military, and in those cases where “don’t ask, don’t tell” didn’t work, occasionally we had to take more serious measures. But I sat on very few courts martial for homosexuality. I couldn’t figure it out. Why would a man do that? I was completely straight. I had no physical interest in men.