Sex in the Sky

A rental mix up leads to hot sex between friends.

“This is a work of pure fiction. I wrote it as a fun way to explore the gay fantasies that pop up in the back of my mind every once in a while. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.”

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It was a Wednesday night, which was two for one rental night at the local adult video store. I picked out a couple of European titles from my favorite director. His films usually featured exotic locales, stunning eastern European babes, and lots of anal. I brought the empty cases up to the till, and the clerk moved over to the drawer where the actual DVDs were stored and retrieved them. I completed the transaction in the usual fashion; minimal words, averted gaze, the slightest tinge of embarrassment for being in the shop in the first place.

The gift of unrequited love.

The most wonderful thing a lover has ever done for me was to give me my life. I didn’t understand it at the time, but if he had loved me as I wanted him to—as I begged him to—I would be long dead today.

The days of my sexual coming of age in Bangkok, Thailand, during the mid seventies through the mid eighties were paradise followed by a rude awakening, a realization of how life can come back at you hard that I didn’t fully realize until I had left the City of the Angels the first time I lived there. Bangkok was an open city with no sense of moral wrong. If you could afford it and enjoyed it, more power to you, and no one would pass judgment, let alone hassle you. It was the tail end of the “free love” hippy era, before the realization of the existence of AIDS or the widespread use of condoms. It was flesh on and in flesh and do whatever jacks you off.

Black married guy takes bicurious white married guy.

*Chapter 1: Frank Meats Joel*

This was my third swing party with my wife, Traci. The monthly event was held on Saturday evenings at a small hotel on Route 9 in Englewood, NJ, close to the Palisades. As usual, it was an attractive suite containing a kitchenette/living room and two bedrooms with a total of four queen-sized beds.

My name is Joel and my wife and I live in Montclair, NJ. I’m 37 and stand 5′5″, not the tallest of the species. (However, being from a diminutive family is helpful when it comes to buying clothing since I can save money by shopping in the Youth section). My weight is a trim 135 pounds and so far I still have my own hair on my head. Weekly cycling has kept me in shape and maintained my cute, adorable little butt (at least according to my wife). Traci and I have been married for nine years and have three wonderful kids. However, though still very much in love, our sex life was on the rocks.

He & his masseur settle on a loan repayment plan.

If the kitchen of Kasem’s family in the upcountry jungle of Thailand hadn’t burnt to the ground, I possibly never would have found out what the special Bangkok sports massage was all about. Kasem was my masseur at a fancy Bangkok gym, which was open for “men only” a couple of nights a week and which was a major pickup place for prime cuts of male meat. Of course, when I’d started going to the gym, I hadn’t known it was “that sort of place,” and I’d never experienced a male-male coupling before—although I’d certainly given it some serious thought. With my male model and minor TV and movie “the handsome young stud” role background, I apparently qualified as prime cut, and it wasn’t long before I was humping with—and being humped by—the best-endowed of them.

He tries to remain faithful but is haunted by old memories.

Naked, lying flat on his back in the dim room, Jordan Hamel’s breath quickened as gentle fingers, slick with lubricant, caressed his nipples. Soon a hand moved down to his erect, leaking cock and began to stroke it.

Jordan gasped as he felt a soft, moist warmth surround the head of his organ. His partner had substituted his expert mouth for the hand. As the man above him, also naked, began to suck him in earnest, he raised his knees and spread his legs. He felt the fingers that had been stroking his cock touch the soft flesh of his asshole. A wave of pleasure rose in him as they slipped inside. In a few moments, unable to hold back against the double assault on his cock and prostate gland, Jordan groaned as he released his pent-up load into his partner’s waiting mouth.

Neighbors get to know each other a bit better.

I did not remember my neighbors name. We had lived next to each other for two years and exchanged pleasantries but never visited each others homes. We were both in our mid forties, about the same size all around. He was married and his wife would nod and smile at me but I never spoke to her nor she to me.

I am not unfriendly. I am however very reserved. He was apparently also reserved so there was little chance of a close friendship.

I had a lover that spent most weekends at my house. We had been each others “significant other” for years and we were very comfortable with our relationship. My only complaint about her was that she was somewhat prudish.