Sex in the Sky

Dillon shares a secret.

Dillon didn”t even realize he was drumming his fingers against the scarred surface of the metal table in the dimly lit interrogation room until Megan reached across, put her hand over his, and said, “Will you knock it off already?”

“Sorry.” He put his hands in his lap. “It”s not everyday I get arrested. Guess I”m not up on prison protocol.”

“He didn”t arrest you, Dillon. Not yet, anyway.” She looked down at her watch. “I”m thinking he”s probably not going to, either. We”ve been sitting in here by ourselves for almost an hour. I think if he were gonna charge you with something, he”d have done it by now.”

Joseph returns to Cafe and Dina seduces him infront of Rich.

“This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

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Jamie prepares to say goodbye.

Jamie sat with Dillon in the sheriff”s office, waiting as patiently as he could manage while Brandon chugged down a gallon of coffee. When he realized they were both watching him, Brandon looked up with an apologetic grin.

“Sorry about that. I was up all night trying to wrap up this case.”

“I know. Nate called me.” Dillon gave Jamie a hesitant glance before continuing. “He also said you had something to tell us.”

“Yeah, and I appreciate you coming down here before school. I know it”s damn early, but I wanted you to hear this from me before Morgan decides to make another little “announcement.”"

Different pressures cause both Jon & Kevin to stray.

SIX: WEDNESDAY, SAN FRANCISCO

Jon wasn’t sure Boyd would come the next afternoon, but at five-thirty he heard the garage door rattle open. In a moment the back doorbell rang. When he answered it, Boyd’s eyes were level, giving him nothing.

“I thought you had a key,” Jon said.

Boyd shrugged. “I didn’t want to intrude.”

Jon drew back to let him in. Boyd stepped into the kitchen.

“Boyd, can we talk a minute?”

“I’ve got to get dinner ready.” He turned his back to Jon and began taking down dishes from the cabinets.

The neighbor comes to the rescue.

I was kinda happy that my tormentors, if you could call them that, had left. Also, I was kinda unhappy in a way because through their abuse of my ass, I had found something out about myself that I hadn’t known before. The spanking and the fucking of my previously virgin ass, had awakened emotions and sexual feelings that I never knew existed. Ashamed to admit it to myself, I had really enjoyed the stuffed and full sensations they had given my ass.

Being forced to submit to two men had really been a turn on to me. Being spanked and used had made me orgasm without even touching my cock. The only time I had ever ejaculated without touching myself before that was in some wet dreams I had years ago. I missed the domination and the empty feeling my ass had when they fucked me. Even though I was kinda sore from the spankings and from the fucking of my asshole, I was now alone and in a way, kinda wished they had done me twice. Such a shameful felling, I was so embarrassed.

Powerful love can heal any wound.

Pain. Hot. Blinding. Horrid pain. There was heat and wetness. But all I knew was pain. Over and over the waves of agony swelled inside me. I opened my eyes but could barely see the twisted mound of metal that was once my car. Panic rose inside me. I looked as far as my head would pivot, but I saw little but blurriness. Sharp needles screamed inside my head when I moved. I knew to try and stay awake. But I lost the battle. I looked up at the moon, wondering if I would ever see it again as the world faded to black.

A Christmas angel appeared.

Vance’s vision blurred again. He knew he needed help and soon; he was a medical man after all. The snake bite on his calf throbbed insistently. Vance had tried to treat it, but with only limited success. Some venom was still in there and making him dizzy and sick. A wave of nausea washed through him and he slid bonelessly from his ambling horse. He gazed skywards and the heavens seemed unnaturally blue. Vance wondered of he was beginning to hallucinate as lights like stars seemed to dance before his eyes.

The revelation.

Nate spent the better part of an hour on the phone with his mother and Seth. Three-way-calling might have its benefits, but as far as Brandon was concerned, the only purpose it had served today was to keep Nate worried and exhausted. By the time he got off the phone, his shoulders were slumping and his eyes were swollen.

When Brandon handed him a shot glass full of whiskey, Nate gave a weary grin and settled down beside him on the couch. “If you”re trying to get me all liquored up so you can have your wicked way with me, I should tell you now that I”m pretty much a sure thing.”

They have a New York adventure.

Humid, steamy heat filled the bathroom. Water streamed from multiple shower heads, pulsing against firmly muscled bodies. Bodies, naked, slippery and wet that moved together with hypnotic rhythm. A guttural groan echoed in the glass enclosed grotto.

Dale groaned again. Pressed against the shower wall, arms braced, breath heaving, he welcomed each slow, deep, invasive thrust of Rick’s thick, vein-wrapped cock as it filled him.

Rick’s heated murmurs filled his ears. “Ah God, babe, you’re so tight, so hot. Take me in, Dale. Yeah baby, take me in. Take me in, lover. Don’t let me go.”

Rough encounter begins in the elevator.

I don’t know which hurt worse; The hard, cement floor beneath my bare knees, or the hard, invading cock that was pulverizing the inside of my mouth. I would shift my knees every few seconds to try and ease up the pain, but I couldn’t stop the cock that jack-hammered against my gums, teeth, cheeks and the back of my throat. The edges of my mouth stung from being stretched. I’d swear my lips had split at the corners. I was unaccustomed to having my mouth opened so wide without being able to close it.