Sex in the Sky

Two guys get together 20 years later.

“Fuck! Nick, being with you alone again after all these years has got me so hot I can’t stand it any longer.” I looked over at Dan and he had pulled his big hard throbbing cock out of his pants. He started jacking it and moaning as his eyes begged me to pull over and make this time together the way we both wanted it to be.

We were far back on the river bottom road and there was no one for miles. I pulled the car to a stop. The moon was full and the moonlight filled the car so there was no trouble seeing each other.

On the golf course, he recounts a hot experience.

“This story is a continuation of two previous ones about Mike and his best friend Adam. Both are married, committed to their wives and families, and yet unfulfilled in a fundamental way. These friends shared much together over the last few years, including sports, work ventures, and a yearly family vacation to Montana. Their relationship changed when Adam could no longer hold back his physical attraction to Mike. Adam had plainly told Mike of this attraction and of his desire for strong, manly sex, no sissy fag, co-dependent crap. Initially shocked, Mike succumbed to Adam’s direct appeal. They ended up having two rounds of hot sex in Adam’s family room on a hot summer morning. Sexually sated for the moment, the friends hit the links for a round of golf, a regular event for them. All stories in this series are copyrighted and protected.”

Shooting photos for a fetish/leather store has its benefts.

“Do I need to make any special preparations for the shoot?”

I could tell what he was hinting at and I replied in the most professional and straightforward manner possible. “Well, since we will be doing some shots with insertable toys, you will need to be very clean,” I paused and then to be sure he got my intent, “Internally that is.”

“That’s no problem.” Buddy chirped, ” I am looking forward to the shoot and working with you. See you at the studio at 9:00.”

As I hung up the phone, I pictured Buddy: bright smile, deep blue eyes, square jaw, buzzed blond hair and a perfect body. Really perfect! Chiseled muscles, 6-pack abs, flawless skin and a beautiful butt. I guess that what it takes to be a model?

The pleasure that derives from man-to-man intimacy.

I’m not a stalker. I’m just shy, especially around good-looking guys, and Mark was the handsomest man I’d ever seen. Adjectives fail to describe him, but what else have we to use? He’s twenty-something, tall, tan, and blonde; he has blue eyes, broad shoulders, washboard abs, and an all-over muscular look, with sinewy arms and legs, and a tight, compact ass. Although I haven’t seen his genitals–yet–I’d bet they’re just as handsome–beautiful, even–as the rest of his gorgeous body.

He works at the local branch of the county library system. I know, I know–it’s hard to believe that a librarian could be all that sexy. A carpenter, sure. A cop, definitely. A cowboy, absolutely. But a librarian? All I can say is you haven’t seen Mark, because, if you had, you’d agree: he’s sexier than any gay stereotype. Besides, he’s not really a librarian. He’s a librarian’s assistant. Basically, that means he re-shelves returned books. It’s a way to earn money, he says, while he’s going to college, where he’s studying to be a doctor. Of course, I didn’t know that when I first met–or, rather, laid eyes on–him, and that’s what I’m writing about, at the moment, at least, so I assumed he was a librarian. After all, he worked in a library.