Sex in the Sky

He awakens with a big rough hand that’s not his.

Waking up with a big rough hand other than my own down my shorts is always a little surprising. It certainly doesn’t happen very often. Actually, it almost never happens.

For some reason Nick can’t resist my morning wood. In fact, he’s always grabbing at my package when he thinks no one is looking. I think it amuses him to see how much it embarrasses me.

Before I met Nick, I was accustomed to sleeping alone. I like my space, always have. Indeed, I rather enjoy being able to sprawl out all over my king size. But he likes to sleep over and I don’t discourage this behavior, in fact I mind at all.

He strikes it lucky with an older guy.

“Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the Internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect other’s privacy, and mine, and also because they don’t matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.”

After my first experience with Ed, I took a break from looking for meetings through the Internet, mainly because I moved to a different country for a year. For a while I did amuse myself by creating a new account on the site pretending to be a girl, complete with a photo of me from the back dressed in some of my sisters clothes. Unsurprisingly this profile got a lot more responses than my male one, from men of all different ages, so if you’re a woman finding someone to have sex with through the internet is a lot easier than for guys. The trick would be in finding someone who isn’t a weirdo, and finding the meets that would be worthwhile amongst the tens for replies you’d get.

Old West newcomer meets up with very giving welcome wagon.

It had been a hot and dusty ride from Kansas into Colorado en route to my new posting as the postal agent and sutler at Fort Hayden. I’d ridden all day with the Rocky Mountains tantalizingly near without having reached the river they told me was still more than a day’s ride out from the fort. I now saw the river ahead, cool and inviting, but I knew I wasn’t going to make Fort Hayden today. So, I rode down the side of the river for a couple of hours, thinking about one more night on the trail and about how hot, dusty, and smelly I’d gotten.

Do onto others as others are doing onto you.

I led my Asian friend down the hall to Room 16. I wanted to introduce him to Chris and have a threesome. I hadn’t had multiple sex partners at once since college and wanted to experience it again. We reached Room 16 and I turned the door knob. Chris was lying on his side with his back to the wall. He was snoring lightly.

I pulled my friend into the room and closed the door. My Asian friend smiled down at Chris and admired his body. Chris was a fury bastard and what hung between his legs was a masterpiece of cock. Chris was limp, about 5 inches long and fat. His cock head was nestled in a dense forest of pubic hair. The thick veins on his cock were no longer present, but I looked forward changing that soon.

It looked to be the end of his happiness.

Not every bad day starts out with a sign. What turned out to be the ruination of life as I knew it started beautifully. I was getting married. Unlike other grooms who are about to take the leap into married life, I had no second thoughts about the woman with whom I shared a soul. I could feel her heart beating when I breathed, and she anticipated my every thought. Our love was a blessed one, and no one doubted it. Juniper was the loveliest woman I had ever known, and had a wit that could cut a man to ribbons if she chose (which she never did), and was smarter than I’ll ever be. She was also sweet, and though she liked to pretend she was just another violent, angry soldier, her natural kindness gave her away. She was good for me, and she knew it. Juniper gave me the freedom to feel.

Continuing his exploration of being a top or a bottom.

It had been nearly a week since my introduction to gay sex and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. When I made love to my wife I was thinking about that hard cock pulsating in my mouth and about the incredible cream that flowed from it onto my tongue. When I came I was thinking about the feel of Chris’ tight ass on my rock hard cock as I unloaded my semen. All in all I think that I’m hooked on gay sex. I had to get Chris to meet me back at Steamworks so I could learn more.

I emailed Chris asking if we could continue with my education and he responded that tomorrow would be good for him if I could make it. I said that I could and settled back to dream about what might be. That night my wife wanted to have sex again but I pleaded tiredness so that I could save my semen for Chris. I told her that I was a little tired but that I would be happy to go down on her and bring her off. Having satisfied her I sunk into a sound sleep dreaming about tomorrow.

He came at night and I lived during day.

“He came to me in the middle of the night, like always. There was no hello exchanged, no easy transition from sleep to sex; most often I woke to the most wonderful feeling in the world, of being inside my lover”s mouth, and only knew what it was when it was over.

He moved over me, pausing to lick my chest a few times before his hot mouth settled over mine.

I gave myself to him, all of me, as he spread my legs and settled between them. I gasped when he entered me, sobbed when he insisted on moving slowly, moaned when he hit my prostate, screamed when it became too much, sighed when I lay there spent, insensate, not even fully comprehending what was happening, only that it was. Didn”t even realize who was doing this to me until his weight lifted from my bed and I could hear the ruffling of clothes.

Joseph and Richard continue to find each other.

The shrill ringing sound pierced his brain like a thousand church bells. He forced his eyelids open and for a few milliseconds he could not recall where he was. Somewhere off in outer space a phone was ringing and making one hell of a racket. Then, silence followed by a sleepy male voice.

“Hello, who is this?” the sleepy voice asked. “Yes, this is Rich, what can I do for you?”

The fog began to clear as Joseph remembered where he was now. He looked around the room and saw Richard on the phone; the expression on his face conveying that he was not too pleased with the way the conversation was going.

He lights up the night with his lover.

Hi!

It”s Tommy again. You remember? Tommy Driscoll? I was telling you the story of how I met my partner Pete. Well, a lot of you guys out there didn”t like that my story was so short and that it ended before I gave you any of the “details” of what Pete and I did that night.

To be honest with you, I was gonna write about that but…well…I just didn”t feel right about it until I talked to Pete. You see, Pete didn”t know that I was writing the story. He was a little freaked out when I posted it because I didn”t disguise who we are or where we are but he finally calmed down about it. After all, there”s very little chance that anybody in Carroll reading it and, if they did, they had to be gay or bi to be reading on Nifty anyway. Plus, I”d done one other thing.