Sex in the Sky

Long rainy night leads to fantasy realized.

“If you’re a lifestyle critic, don’t pester me! This is fictional and fantasy engaged in by consenting adults. Perhaps this should be under novellas, or novels…it’s long. It’s also my first attempt at writing gay or bisexual adventures, my first material was MMF and the MM didn’t connect . I’ve gleaned some ideas from all the stories I’ve viewed here on Literotica. I hope you enjoy it, and I’m open to suggestions for improvement!”

*

“Shit!” was all I could come up with.

Here it was the end of the friggin’ night and I had to go take another stupid report for a lost or stolen ID. That’s what junior guys are for, dammit! I quickly realized though that if anyone else were available they’d not be sending me because, on top of the fact I was top guy (oldest prick) on our crew, I also garnered top pay for OT when I get stuck, and giving me OT would be avoided if at all possible, so I knew everyone else had to be tied-up and I just sucked it up and headed to the address they gave me in the radio dispatch. The address sounded vaguely familiar too.

Justin gets his Christmas wish.

“As always, we have my little disclaimer. This story is a long erotic tale, not a quick stroke piece. If you’re looking for something quick, raunchy and too the point, this probably wont be for you. If you’re looking for a romantic love story, I hope you enjoy! As always, there are elements of fantasy in most of my work, and this is no different. I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it. Be well folks!”

**

“All I want for Christmas…”

Justin rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands then stared up at the ceiling dappled with the filtered light from the streetlamp outside. The tune of “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.” Playing through his head as he thought about exactly what it was he wanted for Christmas. And it had nothing to do with his front teeth.

Forced to seek another form of release.

Clint Folsom was angry, tense, and horny as well now, having missed his first opportunity to dispatch the killer of his lover. He had sought one form of death—Bruno Meister’s death. Having been denied that, he now had a gripping need for another form of death. It was time to see if the Italian count was able to live up to his potential.

Folsom crossed the foyer and mounted the half-story of stairs to the corridor leading through the suite section and back to the Ambrosia Restaurant. But, as he approached the entrance into the corridor, he saw the Italian count at the door to one of the suites. And there beside him, being held with a firm grip on his butt by the count was one of the other passengers, a man in his thirties who Folsom had recognized from porn movies he had watched with Brad. The door opened, but they stood on the threshold, kissing deeply, and the count, having unbuttoned the porn star’s shirt as they were kissing, moved his lips traveled down the neck of the young photogenic stud and through a thatch of curly hair toward a nipple, as the two disappeared into one of the suites, And with that disappeared that option for Folsom, unless he was up for a threesome. And of course he was—but he thought it might be presumptuous for him to join the party until and unless he was invited.

He finds himself a sweet new roommate.

The state university was cosmopolitan enough to make my local college seem quaint as a backwood’s village. There was, for example, a gay student’s union and courses on gay literature. If rumor spoke true, there was not only a gay bar in town, but a lesbian coffee house. Had I wanted to creep out of my closet I could have, and I did consider it.

This was a fresh start. I could do things differently this time around. The sticking point was this: would Beef have reacted any differently if I’d told him I was gay the moment we’d met? On the one hand, he probably wouldn’t have felt humiliated and betrayed when his girlfriend broke the news, and so probably wouldn’t have beaten the shit out of me. But homophobic as he’d seemed, I didn’t think that he would have treated me, as Irene had put it, like a human being. Then again, maybe I’d get lucky this time and have a gay roommate. Lucky, yeah. My experience in the alley said there was no guarantee that a fellow homosexual was going to treat me any better.

The ice storm melts.

Chapter 16

“I’ll do the dishes, you go write.”

I clutched the edge of the table and pretended to swoon. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear those words.”

Daniel rolled his eyes and snickered, but in a way, it was true. I pretty much gave up on the relationship thing when Neil moved out. Before that, really. Before he ever moved in. Obviously, there was no man out there who could deal with my need for space and time to myself. They claimed they could. Maybe in the beginning, they even tried; but the accusations always came around like the same song on repeat. “”You’re self absorbed, you don’t care about my needs, you spend more time in front of that computer than you do with me.”"

A latino stud and his hunky bi-curious neighbor get frisky.

*Web Ch. 03: Ruben & Alberto*

“Ruben! Me voy de compras para la sala!”

The 20 year old Ecuadorian looked down from the roof of his home to see his mother on the driveway beside her car, shading her eyes from the sun.

“Okay, mama,” he waved.

The plump woman waved back and entered her car, off to do her shopping. The Cisneros house was going through some remodeling projects. Ruben’s mother was off shopping for living room furniture, leaving Ruben alone in the hot sun to do the shingling. Ruben’s little sister was off at the mall with her friends, “the chonga is probably off whoring herself”, and with his father having up and gone way back when he was a kid, there was nobody left in the house.