Sex in the Sky

What’s a guy to do?

© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006

“”Woo hoo!! Chapter Eleven already. This chapter caused me great emotional difficulty so I hope you guys have managed to bear with me since it’s taken much longer than normal to produce.

The usual terms and conditions apply. Josh and Sadie Rose own the copyright to this random work of genius. Anyone publishing it without consent deserves whatever we decide to do to them in retaliation! You have been warned!!”

BEYOND EVIL

“He will come back,” Aldo soothed for the umpteenth time that day as he came to sit up on the top deck with Ant, sipping a Margarita. “He has nothing to wear, so he is not going to leave the Cap, no?”

Two men explore their bisexuality.

After the other night I wasn’t sure whether I expected Jack to show up at the bar that night. But there he was, like he was every Thursday after the closing bell on Wall Street.

And there I was sitting at the bar, in my usual spot, nursing a Scotch and saving him a seat. He sat down next to me just as he always did.

“Marc, how’s it going man?” he asked with mock bravado patting me on the back.

“Fine,” I said, “Now that you’re here I have someone to talk to.”

He looked at me and smiled, then turned to order a beer. Then he turned back to me and smiled again. Just a stupid grin, but I stared at it carefully. His beer arrived and he took a swig.

He drives his way into a friend’s bedroom.

“Dedicated to readers who loved “Bittersweet” and wrote to me, again and again, requesting another story “like that.” I hope this satisfies.”

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I knew something was wrong that morning when, slowly coming awake, I didn’t immediately know where I was. My sense of direction and place is impeccable, a good thing for a driver. It’s not often that I feel lost. I did at that moment. Lost in a bed I didn’t know, inhaling smells I didn’t recognize. I was wearing a tee shirt and briefs. Socks, too. Which wasn’t right either. I sleep in the buff. But what really tipped me off was the bedroom ceiling. I didn’t know it.

He gets his first taste in a clothing store.

“The following story is essentially true. Enjoy.”

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I’ve always been a curious person, and have always been willing to satisfy my desires to learn or experience something new. Be it riding a motorcycle, rock climbing, sky diving, learning a new language . . . or getting up close and carnal with another man.

My curiosity in that last regard began shortly before my best friend Clint and I started masturbating together. We would lay down on the living room floor, our shorts or jeans pushed down, and watch porn or talk about girls while jerking off. I was always fascinated with how Clint used just his thumb and first two fingers to squeeze the head of his dick, jerking them up and down swiftly until he shot his cum all over his stomach. I went for the whole-hand approach, and pumped my dick along the full length. Once we were done, we’d wipe up with hand towels, fix our clothes, and play air hockey.

Rusty gets a surprise.

Cooper drove to the auto repair shop where Scott worked. He parked his car and a handsome young man wearing mechanic overalls while wiping his greasy hands on a rag walked out to meet him.

“I’m looking for Scott Barber, is he around?” Cooper asked.

“Yeah, follow me,” the mechanic said. While Cooper followed, he checked out the young man’s ass. Once inside the garage, the young man led Cooper to a car where Scott stood underneath it. “Hey, Scott? Man to see ya!”

Scott looked over and saw Cooper standing a few feet from him. “Cooper!” Scott yelled and dropped the wrench from his hand. He produced a rag from his back pocket, wiped his hands and then held his right hand out to Coop.

New Year, new experience.

The Cherokee jeep pulled up outside the exclusively named hotel and spa and the dark haired driver turned to smile at the surprised gasp of his blond companion. He gazed at the angelic face, the luscious lips open in an ‘o’ of shock.

“Think you can put up with spending a couple of days here, love,” he asked, his warm voice resonating with amusement. He reached to caress a slender, toned thigh.

“When you said you’d manage to secure a couple of days at a spa to relax, I never dreamt it would be *this* one,” came the whispered response. “I know how exclusive and expensive this place is.”

Secrets are revealed.

As the sun rose in the early morning, Helyah awoke from the deep sleep that he had succumbed to after having made passionate love to Jezmen. Helyah looked at his lover’s face, and felt a longing to kiss his lips, his cheeks, his forehead. He understood that he was just as in love with Jezmen now as he had been when he believed the boy to be a maiden. Helyah was not a stranger to sexual encounters with young men. Often, young men were sent to battle with soldiers in order to provide a release for the soldiers that could otherwise be unavailable for weeks, months, or even years. Helyah himself had bedded with one or two of these young men during some of the longer battles in which he had fought. But this behavior was not frowned upon. It was much considered a necessity in order for the soldiers to fight as fiercely as possible.

All the good times.

“Disclaimer: This story and all of the characters and situations are fictional. It contains gay male erotic material. If this is not your forte, please close this page and find something more suiting to your desires.

Again, I am pleased to bring my readers another chapter in this continuing saga. And I appeal to you, reminding you that every author on this site is driven by your votes and comments. I am not different. So, please remember to vote and comment at the end of the chapter. Thank you so very much.”