Sex in the Sky

A short trip takes a dangerous turn.

Chapter 6

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I stared at Daniel in disbelief.

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

“I wish I didn’t have to get you involved in this, but it’s the only feasible way for me to get to Birmingham right now. I had to leave my Jeep in Tallahassee. I couldn’t go home to get it. An airplane is totally out and I can’t risk being recognized on a bus or a train.”

“But what about your Atlanta contact, the one who…”

“Ry, he can’t be seen with me,” Daniel interrupted. “He’d be putting his own cover on the line. IAD works independently and what we do can be dangerous, so we have to be very careful. It’s hard to know whom to trust. I don’t have a fallback, except you. I’ll make sure you’re compensated when this is cleared up. Please, Rylan.”

Joseph does Fred Astair imitation.

“This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

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Fazzi teaches Joseph the “Dabbke”.

“This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability.

I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 200) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on.”

Further adventures of the Sailor.

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I got up onto my feet. Also I pulled up my underpants and my trousers. I came close again to Andy and I kissed him on his mouth to show my gratitude. At the same time I rubbed my hand in the front of his trousers. There I found his hard cock, it felt quite big. It was so very hard in his trousers. But he said to me,

Rich and Joseph tell the truth.

“This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability.

I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on.”

Public mishaps and private surprises.

The next day. The morning after. Ah, how can I describe it? I woke up feeling refreshed, I yawned and stretched and scratched my chest, then remembered why I was still naked and had a raw throat and giant eye buggers. I groaned.

“Why me?” I wondered. I had never questioned my sexuality growing up, hadn’t felt any suppressed urges to fondle the naked man-flesh that paraded itself in the locker room. I hadn’t popped a woody getting a massage from the male trainer. So why now was it that after I got married, after I was finally about to reap the benefits of keeping it to myself that a man came in and made me come, too?