Sex in the Sky

It was his first time with a man.

My first experience with a man happened in my teens. Like most teens my age, I was exploring my sexuality. My fantasies sometimes focused on the idea of letting a man use me for his pleasure. The idea of submitting to and servicing his cock made me very aroused, always culminating with me masturbating to a furious climax. Still, they were just fantasies. However, looking back, I guess I was ripe, in more ways than one, for what was to happen.

I played soccer in high school, and although we were always second class citizens to the football team, we did share their locker room and training staff. That was fortuitous for me since I had seriously hurt my left thigh during pre-season. I was able to soak it and get a massage by the trainer. Unfortunately, the training staff was not getting paid for their work with the soccer team, and when it became clear they were never going to get paid for it, they walked out.

Blair & his bullied teammate are locked in after practise.

The shower water has long since run cold. Those laughing, jeering voices have echoed into nothingness. Still I stand here, shivering and cowering, hoping like hell I am truly alone. Soon I will climb out of this cold, thundering stream and run through to the changing room. Naked. Those bastards have taken my towel and my sweaty cricket gear, even my box, shoes and socks.

I flick the tap off, momentarily staring down at my pale, goose-pimpled body. I’m tall, around 6′3″. Since I’ve gained height in a hurry over the last two years, I often feel uncoordinated. My wet arms are long and thin; lean, my Dad calls it. I’m like that all over. Sparse, black hair forms a triangle at the top of my chest and trails like ants to my pubes. To each soft, erected hair, a few tiny droplets of water cling, resisting the urge to run down my skin and join the rest on the floor. My nipples are blushing pink and have hardened in response to the cold air and water. Despite the temperature, the bruises are beginning to show on my chest. They sting a little as I move. I think the pressure of the shower has stirred them up.

Club activity continues.

For several months there were just the six of us meeting for the Men’s Club. John, my boss, would call me - Ted - into his office from time to time at work for some sexual relief. His calls for attention came especially near the end of a difficult day, occassionally in the morning when he came in frustrated from his wife turning him down the night before. He had me suck his cock and fucked me in the ass every time. Some times he reciprocated, sucking me and letting me fuck him. In the mornings he was freshly bathed, clean, smelling of aftershave and cologne. The afternoons were a bit of a challenge for me. By that time his crotch was sweaty, smelling and tasting of man musk from the day’s work in his fancy suits, peeing from time to time during the day.

He discovers gay sex on a trip to Mexico.

My wife Jane has a brother named Steve. Steve married a Mexican girl name Rosa. Rosa is from medium sized town in central Mexico. Last July My wife Jane and I went on vacation with Rosa and Steve to her hometown. Instead of staying in a hotel, Rosa arranged for us to stay for free in some friend’s vacation house. Rosa and Steve stayed with her family. A couple blocks and a central plaza separated the two houses.

One night while there, my wife went back to the house early with a headache. Knowing that I was on my own for the evening, I stayed late drinking tequila with Steve and Rosa’s brothers. I was pretty drunk when I started the walk back through the empty streets to where we were staying.

A search for a roomate yields more than Theo could hope for.

From deep in the bowels of Hell, the Prince of Darkness releases his hordes of foul, evil and dysfunctional minions bred for the sole purpose of showing up to roommate interviews. And I, Theodore, the legal head of household, must sit here through each horrifying, grueling one on one session with these abominations and remain cordial, collected and most of all, patient. They range from militant bull dykes to future residents of Death Row, closet Pyromaniacs, far-too-energetic athlete types, big, drunk bullies and I even had a bookworm shut-in who was possibly a mild agoraphobic. His fat, frightening mother did most of the talking. In all honesty, I felt bad for him, and I almost said yes, but then the image of his mother and I being on a first name basis made me reconsider my decision.

Football jocks go camping before their last game.

Derrick spread my thick legs apart and slipped his hard 9-inch cock into me. I screamed out in pleasure,” Fill me!”

All of a sudden I woke up in a hot sweat. My head was leaning against the car window and I quickly remembered that I was in Derrick’s car. We were on our way to the annual football team camping retreat. It was supposed to clear our minds before the final game against Green Valley High.

I normally love to go camping because I enjoy seeing the beautiful mountains and greenery. This trip however, was going to have my attention diverted elsewhere; my mind was on young hot football jocks.