Sex in the Sky

Gangbang.

*Part Three: Gangbang*

“…he was in charge and the dudes there would follow his lead, so I would just enjoy the gangbang of my life. . . .”

The building looked condemned as we climbed a flight of stairs and entered an apartment. It was empty, garbage strew about, mostly fast food remains, no light except a small bulb burning at the end of a long hall. I was told to take off all my clothes –which I did— and my cock was as hard as a rock. In the little room back at the glory hole place, while drinking the Coke, I had taken another Viagra. So with the grass distorting reality, my asshole aching and my mind submerged in lust and abandon, I was ready to go.

Is it a threesome, or a foursome?

“Tony….” Bruce called from downstairs, as he wandered around looking for everyone.

“Damn it, Bruce…” Tony fussed, as relief came over him suddenly. He watched the handsome man he had not seen in a couple years, come bounding up the stairs with purpose.

“Where’s Jonathan and Greg?” the man demanded, his eyes were filled with obvious concern.

“What? No good mornin’ kiss, or thanks for savin’ Jonathan’s life? Just, where’s Jonathan and Greg?” he mocked him at the last.

“You can get smart with Greg all you like…” Bruce barked, as he suddenly grasped the man’s lower jaw in his steely hand, forcing him abruptly back against the wall. “…It won’t work with me, Tony. Now where are they?” he growled in his face.

Young couple try bi sex.

Some times, we go places we didn’t intend to go, but are happy to get there when we do. That is certainly true with the way my wife and I developed sexually. We married after she graduated from college. I was two years ahead of her. I graduated and moved about 30 minutes away to my first job. We saw each other each weekend and also during the week. Sex was a priority then. I really liked sex with her. We would spend a lot of time naked. I liked that.

After we got married, sex became more humdrum. We both worked and would plan getaways every few months where we would end up naked and fucking most of the time, but even that became common. Don’t get me wrong about one thing: I liked her with her clothes on also. We talked and messaged from our jobs all the time.

Brian and Chad take things to a deeper level…literally.

I couldn’t wait to get off the bus and get back to the jock dorm. I was tired and wanted to sleep, but most of all, I was excited about the new world that had opened up for me. I tried not to think too much about the implications…after all, I wasn’t gay. I had fucked plenty of women and thoroughly enjoyed the experience; I had had my cock sucked and had eaten pussy, and had never thought twice about it…but thinking about Chad’s cock, hands, and ass was a whole new level of enjoyment. His last comment had left me vaguely anxious and disturbed…after all, hadn’t he said nothing else had happened between he and Cliff? I don’t suppose it really mattered…but then again, it kind of did. I guess I wanted Chad all to myself.

Badly shaken by events, Jon and Kevin try to heal.

TEN: SATURDAY, SAN FRANCISCO AND TEXAS

There was little conversation between Boyd and Jon as they sped down the freeway out of the city and toward the airport. At one point Jon felt the other man’s hand cover his own. He looked up, but Boyd’s eyes were on the road.

After Jon had checked in they paused in front of the security gate.

“Boyd, thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure.”

Jon looked down at his feet. “I owe you an apology for what I said regarding your relationship with Matt. I’ve no right to judge you or anyone.”

The killers make their move.

Nate picked up his bowl and carried it to the sink. “Are you sure I can”t get you some more stew or another piece of cornbread, Mike?”

Mike shook his head. “No thanks, Nate. I don”t know where I”d put any more, but everything was great.” He lowered his eyes to the table. “Thanks for having me over here tonight. My place isn”t the same without. . .well, you know.”

Nate nodded. “I know. I wish there was something I could say, but I know there isn”t. There”s nothing I can do, and it kills me.”

Nate’s dad makes Bran an offer.

A deputy escorted Seth to the main interrogation room of the Reed County Sheriff”s Department. He was still wiping the ink off his fingertips when Bran came into the room and sat down at the table across from him.

“You mind telling me why I was brought in here like some kind of criminal and fingerprinted? Next you”ll be reading me my rights and taking mug shots.”

Bran shook his head. “I don”t think that will be necessary. As soon as my expert compares your prints to the partial found on the undercarriage of Nate”s car, you”ll be cleared and free to go.”

Nate goes back to work.

“I”d still feel better if you”d let me wear my suit.”

“You”d never get it on over that cast. Besides, our church is fairly casual.” He looked at Nate”s khaki Dockers”s and dark-blue pullover. “You look great, as always. You”re gonna cause me to have impure thoughts all during the service.”

“You”re pretty sinful yourself in those black jeans and that white button-up shirt.”

“Be sure to mention that to my mother, would you? She”s always after me to dress up a little more. She has a fit that I wear jeans with my uniform shirts.”

Nate and Bran celebrate something special.

Every muscle in Nate”s body went taut. “That”s bullshit, Mike. Brandon has already said he won”t touch my money.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “God, you are so naive. He”s got to tell you that to gain your trust. How else would he get you living here, full time? He didn”t waste any time moving you in after your accident, now did he?”

“That just proves my point. Why would Brandon engineer that accident and try to kill me? If I”d died that night, he wouldn”t have gotten a dime.”

“I don”t think he meant to kill you. I talked to the mechanic who examined your car. He said your brake lines were frayed, not cut. I believe Nash”s intention was to drain enough fluid to scare you, not make you crash. Did you know he restored that Camaro of his from the frame-up and did almost all the work himself? A man who knows as much about cars as he does could fray those brake lines in his sleep. Now he”s come up with this cock-and–bull story about a homicidal maniac who”s burning down gay businesses just to get to you? I”m telling you, Nash is behind all of it. He”ll gain your trust, and the minute he has your power of attorney, this so-called stalker will close in and you”ll meet with an unfortunate accident.”

Bran takes Nate parking.

“For the last time, Brandon, he”s alright.”

“I still think you should check him again.”

Keith slipped his stethoscope back in his pocket. “What, you think I missed something the first four times I checked him?”

Nate gave them a sleepy look from his nest of pillows. “Lay off, Bran. I”m fine. Blood thinners give you the shakes sometimes, that”s all.”

“You”re not on my happy list right now, Nathan. I wouldn”t push it, if I were you.”

The look on Nate”s face would have made him feel guilty had he not been so mad. The fact that he had to carry Nate”s prone body out of the station and into the car didn”t help his mood. Nor was he placated when Nate had to be helped back into the house and up the stairs. He”d even had to undress him, a task he would have enjoyed had he not been so damned worried.