Sex in the Sky

He even became a woman to locate the stolen jewels.

Eighteen years ago there had been a daring robbery at Werthen’s (Jeweler to the Stars.) Fifty million dollars worth of precious gems had been taken. They were gone. The jewels had totally disappeared. Even though the police were fortunate enough to have captured the culprit.

They had captured the burglar’s face on a hidden video camera, and they even had his fingerprints on a banana peel near the safe, though not on the safe itself. The district attorney had built up an iron-clad case against Ethan Crosley, a career criminal, suspected in many other jewel heists. He had had an alibi, of course. He said he had spent the entire evening with his girlfriend, Mona Kensley at Dilly’s, a local ice cream parlor, and that they had each had six chocolate Sundays. Later investigation, however, revealed that Dilly’s had been closed that night when the refrigeration failed, and that Mona had spent the entire night at Candace Carney’s. Candace owned the local whorehouse. She was a career madam. Candace herself testified that Mona had serviced forty-two men that night, one after the other, and not one of them had been Ethan Crosley. Both Mona, and Madam Candace had made quite a bundle for themselves. Candace was forced to reveal the names of the johns to the police, who were very decent about it, and did not tell their wives. Each of the men corroborated the story, and gave Mona excellent reviews in cocksucking, plus vaginal and anal intercourse.

A firefighter fights love, but succumbs to the inferno.

My name is Sam. I”m a firefighter. As the city was in the grips of an arsonist, I found my destiny. I wasn”t looking for it, but I don”t think anyone ever is. I knew I was gay, really understood what it meant, when I was thirteen. I remember looking through the big holiday catalogs when I was younger than that, looking for toys and finding the men”s underwear section and staring, enjoying what I saw. I didn”t understand what I felt though. But when I was thirteen, it all changed. I was with a friend; we spent the summer discovering the wonders of love. But the following year, during Labor Day weekend, Jake was killed in a boating accident. He was gone and I spent the rest of my time alone. No one wanted to play like Jake did. Okay, I was afraid of rejection and ridicule.

Which prince will Robbie choose?

“To Readers: Please be aware that this is fiction and involves some scenes of BDSM that should not be attempted without research, practice and great care.”

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*Chapter 3: Fancy Man and the Fourth Prince *

Hadji left the guesthouse and Nigel, who’d been pacing out side, slipped in.

“Refresh that drink, Gov?” he asked.

Robbie, seated on the bed, his frustrated cock sulking on his thigh, fairly snarled at the Brit. “You forgot to tell me about that little rule. The one that says my ’suitors’ are only allowed to tease.”

He would do anything to get out of being drafted.

‘You are hereby requested to report to the United States Army Induction Center at 122 Peabody Street, Scarsborough, New Hampshire at 8:30 a.m. on Wednesday the 19th of September.’

I held the letter in my hand and stared at it uncomprehendingly. They had just recently reinstated the draft, and now they were drafting me. If I passed the physical, (and why wouldn’t I?) I would be going into the army. Horrible thought.

The envelope dropped from my fingers onto the floor without my even noticing. I sat down heavily on the couch and stared over and over at the awful sheet of paper. I had never even considered that this type of thing could happen to me. The army was a place for farm kids. For factory kids. For high-school dropouts who wanted to continue their education.

His friend takes control of the wheel

“Very special thanks to rgraham666 for his helpful info on mind-altering substances. And my most profound gratitude to Snoopdog for his invaluable translations. Danke, gentlemen!”

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*What Happened–Arthur*

I like twinks. I mean I really like them. I’m fatally attracted to boyish good looks and sleek physiques. And yeah, I enjoy feeling protective and dominant over some little guy. Not that I want him to swoon over my muscles and keep house for me. I just want him to enjoy being lifted into my arms and coddled.

Early morning delight with a change to something else.

“There, do you like it like that?”

“Oh, God, yes. Like that. And deeper, deeper.” Folsom was groaning at the fucking he was receiving from the bruiser.

“Then open wider so I can get down there. Ya, like that. Ya, that’s good. Sehr gut.”

Ohhh, ahhhh. m-o-a-nnnn.

Folsom was on his knees on the mattress, his chest flat on the bed and hanging onto the brass rods in the headboard of Fritz the bruiser’s bed for all he was worth. The bruiser was on his knees behind Folsom. He held Folsom’s hips steady with his beefy hands, and he’d been working at getting his cock deep inside Folsom for a couple of minutes now. The morning light, such as it was, was streaming in the window above the bed, across naked, heaving, sweating bodies. It had been a wild, semen-flooded night, but it was going to be a rather gloomy day in Cologne. Already the street noise of a busy commerce day intruded into the room, mixing with German exclamations of passion and approval and Folsom’s gruntings and groanings and cries and sighs.

A second meeting, with an added attraction.

I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I’d say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goatee,

Harold walked up, stopping at the bottom of the stairs,

“Hello, again,” he said, “This is my friend Alvin.”

“Hi,” I responded, as I went down the steps, “I’m Will. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand.

An Angel finds salvation in arms of his mate.

“This story was originally written to be a sequel to “A Ghost of a Chance”, but as I wrote it, I created it in a way that it should stand alone just fine. As with most of my stories, we have a couple disclaimers. The first is that my this is not a piece of porn, its an erotic short story, emphasis on the word “story”. You want quick porn, seek elsewhere. Second disclaimer is that this has elements of fantasy in it, its my style and my passion. Should these things be something you’re interested in, have fun and enjoy! I certainly loved writing it, I hope you love reading it!”

Jonathan’s dirty dance.

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Peter reveals some answers.

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