Sex in the Sky

The doctor gets a taste of Tony after so long.

“How is he?” Greg asked, as Tony came out of the room.

“He’s sleeping…” The man made the trek across the floor to the table, where the doctor was sitting.

“I made you some dinner. Sorry I didn’t get you anything t’day. It was a rough one.” He reasoned apologetically.

“It’s fine… I’ll get my payback.” The man seated himself, grinning at Greg lewdly.

“I’m sure you will…” The doctor watched Tony dig into the meatloaf right away. “Thanks for lookin’ after the kid. Bruce told me to tell you he owes you one.”

He, Steve, Monica all for man-play girl-play fun.

Steve called and invited me over. I took my levetra a couple of hours before as one never knows. When I got to his large house we went into the living room. He was tall, tanned (his outdoor pool attested to that), he was toned but not muscular. Steve wore a shirt unbuttoned and shorts. I noticed he had nipple rings dangling down from each one. He asked I wanted a beer and some smoke. I said ok to that. We got to talking something we didn’t do at the party. It was late Saturday afternoon, and he told me he is married.

Peter’s Surrender.

At 2 am in the morning Anton Mikhailovich picked up the hand piece of the phone. He knew it was – him – the man that had called him two mornings prior offering him a large sum of money for a special favor. And he had been waiting for his call to come. His expression showed approval as the phone began to ring the second the long hand struck the hour.

When he answered it, the same static came over the phone as it had the first time they had spoken. He waited for the greeting the voice on the other end made before he gave his answer.

Revelation of Rayne’s past.

* PART SIX – WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT*

“By Josh and Sadie Rose © 2005

“Ahhh, sun sea and sex… our favourite combination. What starts off as a potentially uncomfortable endeavour quickly turns out to be anything but… except perhaps for Rayne, but he’s not complaining. Much!”

***AS EVER… IF THIS STORY SHOWS UP ANYWHERE BUT LITEROTICA.COM IT HAS, UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED, BEEN TAKEN AND USED WITHOUT PERMISSION. COPYRIGHT FRAUD IS THEFT AND WE WILL TAKE ACTION AGAINST ANYONE CAUGHT STEALING OUR MATERIAL***”

Young man moves to new town seeking a better life.

” Author’s Note.

Thanks to my brutal but brilliant editor Renee. Your efforts and patients are sincerely apprish’ed. Now enjoy! (ALL feedback welcome and encouraged…) ”

*

‘What have I gotten myself into?’ Andy said out loud to no one in particular. He was standing in front of his new flat. His flat. That sounded so different to him. He had never had a place he could call home except for the last four years spent with Alice, or Mrs. A, as he still liked to think of her. When the social worker had dropped him off on her doorstep for temporary guardianship she had taken one look at that painfully awkward boy trying to act indifferent to everything happening around him, and it was love at first sight.

They start the rest of their lives.

Jamie placed one more box on top of the stack in the back of the U-haul and moved aside so Ash could close the door. “Is that everything?”

“Yep. That was the last box.” Jamie wiped the sweat out of his eyes, not that it did any good. The late August sun was relentless, especially at three o”clock in the afternoon. He couldn”t wait to get back inside the air-conditioned apartment. But first, thanks were in order. “I appreciate your coming over here and helping me load all this up, man. Dillon wanted me to wait until he got back, but I hate packing. I figure it”s better just to get it over with.” When Ash nodded his agreement, Jamie said, “I still can”t believe your dad is doing this. I can”t believe he bought and furnished a house near Garman just so the three of us wouldn”t have to live in the dorms.”

Dillon lays claim.

All the euphoria from lunch evaporated in the split second it took Dillon to get from the school to his car, only to be replaced by raw fear. He peeled out of the parking lot, not caring that his tires squealed or that half the school probably heard it. He had to get to Jamie. He was out there, in the cold, alone, and grieving for his best friend.

Dillon drove like a maniac, taking the most direct route to Jamie”s house. He found Jamie about a block from school, walking in what Dillon could only describe later as a trance. He pulled over and rolled down the window. “James?”

Brandon has a question.

The last time they were at a hospital together, Brandon used his sick sense of humor to help Nate hold it all together. Now he wished someone could do the same thing for him. But even as he wished it, he knew better. All the laughter in the world couldn”t erase the fear in his soul as he sat in the surgical waiting room of Chicago General, desperate for any word of Nate.

Keith sat down beside him and handed him a cup of coffee and an ice pack. “If you”ll come down to the office, I”ll disinfect that for you.”

Brandon takes Nate home.

Nate woke to the feel of gentle but rough fingertips soothing the swollen skin of his face. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful blues of Brandon Nash staring down at him.

“Wake up, Nate. We”re here.”

Nate shook himself in a bid to wake up. “I still say I can stay by myself. I hate to put you out like this.”

“We had this argument back at the hospital, Nathan. You”re stuck staying with me tonight. Might as well make the most of it.” Before Nate could argue again, Bran got out of the SUV and moved around to the passenger side to help him into the house.

Mike takes a stand.

Joe wasn’t in the bedroom when I went to look for him after I said goodbye to Sarah. But then, neither were the clothes I’d laid out on the bed, so I wasn’t too worried.

I found him in the kitchen scrambling some eggs; there were mushrooms grilling in another pan and fresh sliced tomatoes on the butcher block. The bread was already in the toaster waiting for someone to push down the lever. I did the honors and then went to Joe and leaned over his shoulder and sniffed appreciatively.

“Are those for me?” I asked hopefully.