Sex in the Sky

Nate and Brandon argue.

When Nate thought back to that night six years ago when he”d ceased to be a brother and a son, he always pictured someone else, a man who existed in another lifetime. The new life he”d worked so hard to carve for himself offered a certain amount of insulation against the pain of his abandonment. Walking into that office and seeing Seth again would rip away all the layers of protection he”d built up. Nate wasn”t sure if he was ready to have his shell torn open again.

Amy went back inside the office, but Nate just stood there, his mind refusing to tell his feet to move. He heard Brandon dial a number and tell the person on the other end to handle things at the Sheriff”s department for the rest of the afternoon. Then he felt a pair of iron-strong arms wrap around him and pull him close.

Circumstances throw two men together.

*** Liam ***

I stood by the side of the grave, staring at my mother’s casket, draped in flowers. For some reason, I couldn’t cry. I’d been inconsolable when my dad died, but now, my cheeks were dry. Of course, she’d been sick for years. I guess at this point, I was just glad she didn’t hurt anymore. The pain, never ending, heart wrenching pain, had been so difficult to watch. Now all I felt was relief.

Not as many people were here as at my dad’s funeral. He had served four terms as the small town’s mayor. Half the town had been there. But a huge number of people had shown their support at my mother’s funeral. It was really, really touching.

A new beginning.

I was finishing up the dishes when I looked through the window over the sink and saw Joe in the backyard. He was tugging on the new tire swing I’d attached to the old maple tree in the back yard as a surprise. He looked concerned, as he tentatively leaned his weight against it, and I chuckled to myself at his unease. I ducked my head and watched as he stepped gingerly into the center until he was standing on the rim, his hands firmly grasping the thick nylon rope that attached the old truck tire to the branch some 20 feet above his head. The tree limb groaned slightly, but I knew it was solid enough to hold both of us at the same time.

Healing and new beginnings.

Steven stood at the window gazing out at the view. It was spectacular; clear azure-blue skies unmarred by even a wisp of cloud; creamy-white, sandy beaches caressed by gentle waves. The rhythmic ebb and flow of water erased any trace of those impertinent enough to believe they could leave evidence of their passing.

Far out on the diamond-bright water, several boats, their sails full-set, gracefully skimmed the waves. Closer to the house, seated in lounge chairs, were two men. Both were a healthy shade of bronze, kissed by the sun they’d courted daily.

Continued submission to an older black man.

I swallowed all of his come trying not to gag too much. He pulled me up to my feet and placed his lips on mine again, making me even hornier…

As his lips kissed mine, my body pushed against his. I could not believe how horny I was for this man. He pulled my head away from his and looked into my eyes with a knowing smile.

“From now on you are my bitch, do you understand?” He asked.

“Yes Master,” I replied, knowing it was the truth.

“I want you to be completely shaven when I come back, slut,” He commanded.

Family meddling leads to sweet southern comfort.

“Disclaimer:

The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now.

All characters are fictitious and any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author’s permission.

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Please feel free to send any feedback or comments through the writing journal or you can send it directly. Please just remember to add something in the subject line so I know it’s not Spam mail or I have a tendency of deleting. This is actually a resubmission of the first story I ever submitted to Literotica. It was my first submission and I like so many others in their first rush, made many TERRIBLE typo and grammar errors which were so often pointed out to me even after I had published several other typo-free submissions, that I decided to re-edit it and I have also added some parts, including a new confrontation between Simon, his father and the boys. It was a suggestion by another writer and I think it turned out well. I have also broken it into two parts because another common suggestion was that due to it’s length, it should have been split so it would make it easy on the readers who couldn’t finish it all in one day. So here you go. Thanks to all who have read my work and supported me since I started. Enjoy!”

Dusty makes a tenor sing the intimate love song.

“I just want to give major kudos to my editor, RogueLurker. She’s a great lady, and this wouldn’t be readable w/o her help. If you like this story, then give her a pat on the back when next you see her. ”

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Dusty saw Deb coming across the quad, and gave a little wave. Deborah, actually, but she hated that, insisted that people call her Deb. In her opinion Deborah was a name you’d give someone that you expected to speak with her teeth clenched, and play the violin, not someone who laughed like a donkey, and played the electric bass in a garage band. They had agreed to meet for the concert on the commons at 5:30 on their way to see Deb’s favorite group, an a capella band called “Word of Mouth”. Naturally, she was late.

Jason and his uncle turn it up several notches.

My wife and Carolyn returned to the house at 6:45 P.M. I wanted to continue with Jason but I decided to keep a lid on things as best as I could. The downside of getting caught had the real potential of being the disaster of all disasters. I remember how Jason looked at my cock spurting into the nylon as he stroked me and I wondered to myself whether he wanted to try sucking me. The very thought sent me made me crazed. I fantasized of buying Jason some sexy clothes like a short skirt and different colors of stockings and sexy underwear and then being able to somehow be with him in a secluded setting.

Daman and his boys come to terms with fears and feelings.

“Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can’t live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.

This Chapter has no sex! Yes, it’s true :gasps in horror: This is a short chapter that is plot and character building. If you’re gonna throw a hissy fit because this particular chapter doesn’t have humping, skip it! The next chapter does get back into the sexual aspect of things. :grins: Hehe. So, if you guys aren’t into the storyline, and only want the adorable angel boy sex, wait till chapter seven or reread the last few chapters.

Eko and Angel pay for their pleasure.

“Thank you all for waiting for this next installment. I have gotten so many e-mails begging me not to make you all wait a month for each installment. So, if you want them every two or so weeks instead of a month, send me feedback to let me know and I’ll work on it!

Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can’t live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.