Sex in the Sky

A friend comes back from the grave.

Sam was sprawled out upon the potato-chip wrapper strewn floor, one hand half wrapped around a forty ounce of bad, cheap beer. This was not the first time he”d passed out, all alone in his apartment, singing his own sad songs of remorse and self hatred. No, and to his way of thinking, it most certainly would not be the last.

It hadn”t been long enough; Sam was still distraught over the death of his best friend. A friend he”d loved till the day he”d died. Tristan was a bright guy, always laughing, joking and playing. Even his features had been bright and pure, blond hair, bright green eyes. A drastic contrast to Sam”s own black hair and intense brown eyes. Their friendship, and Tristan”s life, was cut short six months previous by a couple tons of metal slamming into each other.

Well-built student turns the tail on the professor.

By two, the office was all cleaned up and my graduate teaching assistant, Spiros, was gone, leaving me spent of sexual tension, if only for an hour or two. I had quite an appetite for graduate students.

The two o’clock was going to be a chore, however. One of my students had turned in a paper early, which wasn’t like him, and when I started to check it over, I found that he’d badly plagiarized nearly everything in it. This had dismayed me, not only because Pete was one of the stars of the football team, which was set to play its biggest game of the year three weeks from now, just about the time this scandal would become public, but also because he was beautiful in a way that had made my cock ache to be inside him ever since he’d showed up to my class. I had thought he was a Jamaican with his looks that were so ruggedly handsome and his skin that was chocolate laced with milk brown, but I soon came to learn from things he’d said in class that he was from a mixed-race family. He always showed up to class, as athletes are prone to do, in sloppy gym clothes that left little doubt about his musculature and how well his basket was filled out. And his butt cheeks were bulbous. I could hardly keep my hands off him.

Curious chatterer trades cyber for the real thing.

We’d met in passing on a porn Web site and had given each other a couple of satisfying private chat cyber fucks. Without openly asking for it, he increasingly pushed our cyber play to the kinky and S&M. His site moniker was Bigboy and mine was Viper, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that he turned on to bottom and domination, which was just fine with me. I could also tell that he was very curious, if a little shy and hesitant. Chances were good he’d never gone beyond the cyber but was drawn like a moth to the whole concept of what we were cybering.

Peter.

Greg rounded the corner of the hospital entrance a little too fast causing them to skid. Jonathan held on for dear life feeling a thrill of titillation rush through him. His mouth suddenly dropped open and a screech permeated the atmosphere of the car.

“I got it, baby.” Greg quickly tried to assure him.

“Just let me off at the entrance.” Jon announced.

“I will not! You can walk in with me, just like always.” The man slowed to make another turn into the parking lot swiftly pulling into an empty spot.

The Conclusion of Rayne’s Journey of Discovery.

Part Three

TIMELESS MOMENT

The hiss of water through the shower nozzle sizzled like static as it discharged a silvery spray of water over the two glistening bodies beneath. They pulled closer together for a moment, joined at the hip and mouth, searching hands gliding slickly over smooth wet skin, then dipping lower, groping and rubbing harder and more urgently. Cory”s blond head tipped back and the Vampire”s lips parted, taking possession of his throat as he gasped with delight. Rayne”s hand kept on pumping as his fangs extended and he bit deeper, letting the hot, rich spill of his lover”s blood fill his mouth and run down over his tongue. He gulped and swallowed, then suckled harder, rubbing faster, feeling Cory buck against him keening and panting like an injured animal.