Sex in the Sky

Conclusion. Peace and a new home.

Chapter 30

The chair was so hard. I shifted and pulled my feet up under me, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. Cold in here too. As soon as I’d gotten to the station in the back of the patrol car, they took me to this interrogation room and walked out. I’d been sitting here, alternately pacing and trying to get comfortable in the hard metal chair, for so long I’d lost track of time. Even if I’d been wearing a watch, they would’ve taken it from me like they took all of my personal belongings before they brought me in here.

Jordan meets Dorian Baptiste, owner of Elixir.

Chapter Three

The driving rhythm of the bass vibrated the walls of Elixir and the music spilled out into the street. The doormen seemed oblivious as one checked IDs while the other collected the five dollar cover charge. Jordan shivered as he waited in line. No doubt the others—Matt, Jessica, and Parker—were already inside, drinking without him. As the line moved slowly, he huddled deeper into his coat. A few passers-by stared at him, obviously finding great amusement in his predicament. At sixty degrees and only a slight breeze, most were not greatly affected by the chill night air. Jordan, however, felt like he was going to freeze to death.

They’ve had dessert, now for a late night snack.

“By Tom Collins and Jushorny”

**Devlin**

I pulled Joel against me, grinding our crotches together while running my hands down his back to grab his ass. I was beyond being horny. He squeezed his fingers between us, pressing against my chest, before I took hold and slid them lower, down the center of my body until reaching the bulge in my pants.

“Feel how horny I am, Joel? Feel how hard I am from being with you?”

I let out a soft moan as Joel rubbed and squeezed my cock. My lips were inches from his ear when I whispered that I wanted to feel his hands touch me there and to feel his mouth there too.

Dillon’s parents make a move.

Dillon threw himself towards Jamie, taking them both to the ground as glass showered the room. Mitch wasted no time following suit. Dillon tensed as he heard another shot being fired at almost the same instant, this one different in pitch. Worse though, was the silence that came afterwards.

He looked to Jamie. “Are you all right?”

“I”m not hurt, just pissed as hell that someone is shooting at us.”

Mitch, who was lying beside them, said, “Make that two someones.” When Jamie and Dillon both gave him blank stares, he said, “Unless I”m losing it, we have two separate guns firing on us.”

Second victim is revealed.

It wasn’t like Dillon hadn’t expected it. He and Jamie had talked about this very thing the day they’d moved in together. In fact, it had been Jamie’s idea not to tell Jim that the two of them were partners. Jamie was afraid if Jim found out, he’d make some excuse to fire Dillon. And from the way the conversation seemed to be headed, it looked like Jamie had been right. Dillon sat back in his chair and waited for the words, “you’re fired” to come rolling out of Jim’s mouth.

But they never came. Instead, Jim said, “Dillon, is it your assertion that James Walker is your spouse?”

Love between ordinary men.

Twenty years had passed, a life time of accomplishments behind me, and I was still nervous as I drove up to valet parking of the Park Hyatt Washington. Twenty-year Class Reunion; I had avoided the tenth, but I had found myself wondering about my friends and classmates as the twentieth had approached. Why I wanted to see anyone again I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t been the class reject, and I wasn’t returning as the conquering underdog who’d done good. I hadn’t been the head of the class, and I wasn’t returning to prove I still had it all. No, I was just one of the forgotten middle-grounders. I’d been no one special, or memorable, or accomplished in school. I’d just been another guy, struggling with his identity and trying to figure out what he wanted out of life.

Continuation of James and Malcolm’s tale.

James sat in his car, looking up at the old brownstone building in which Malcolm lived and wondered just what the hell he was doing. He’d spent half the afternoon wondering what he should wear. He spent a good ten minutes trying to decide if he should wear cologne or not. If he were given the task of mapping out an underwater course through the Philippines without having to surface, he could do that in about three minutes without a second guess. Where had his backbone gone? Smooth and calm James McNeely was nervous. Not only was there a question of what to wear, but also in the back of his mind, he kept wondering if tonight was the night he would finally have sex. It was like a giant elephant sitting in the room with him. He kept trying to ignore it, but it wouldn’t be denied an audience.

A Marine shows him what manhood is.

I drove home exhausted from the sexual intensity and violation of the day. My clothes, skin and taste buds were sticky and reeking from our commingled ejaculate, juices and raw funk. But I was hard and loving it. As I pulled into my driveway, dad was washing his Beamer. I didn’t want to stop to talk; I was afraid he’d smell the scent of another man all over me. As I held the emergency brake, I thought of Robert’s hard cock in my hand. I thought of how I had taken this stud’s manhood into my mouth. My tool stirred in remembrance of the day, and as I stepped out of the car my dad was waving to me with his movie star smile.

The wedding.

Brandon complained all the way to the car. “I told you, I don’t want a bachelor party.”

Keith shook his head. “I don’t remember asking whether you wanted one or not. Every guy has to have a bachelor party. Back me up, Wayne.”

Wayne grinned. “I’m not sure, but I think maybe it’s a law.”

Les, home from college for the wedding, opened one of the rear doors on Keith’s Stratus and said, “If I ever talk about getting married, just shoot me.” He raked his fingertips through his dark red hair, which glowed orange in the glare of the security lights brightening Brandon’s driveway. “I think single’s the way to go, but I’m happy for you and Nate.”

Dr. Morris is new in town.

Nathan Morris stretched in a useless effort to loosen his knotted back muscles. Hours of examining patients and filling out the mountains of paperwork mandatory to a fledgling medical practice had taken their toll. His partner in the practice, Amy Vaughn, did more than her share, but after watching her work three fourteen hour days in a row, Nathan finally insisted she take a couple of days off. He kidded her about her husband, Mike, forgetting what she looked like. In reality, though, he envied her the security of home and family. The closest he had come to marriage was seven years ago, during his last year of college just before medical school. His first mistake had been falling for a guy who wasn”t strong enough to stand up to his parents about what clothes to wear, much less about his sexuality. His second mistake had been believing that his love would be enough to convince Rick to leave it all behind, if necessary, so the two of them could have a life together. All it took was the threat of loosing his hefty trust fund to send Rick crawling home to mommy and daddy.