Sex in the Sky

The enemy is unmasked. All’s right with their world, but..

I stood stunned for a moment at Drew’s revelation. Then I sprang into action. I pulled on my shorts and shoes as fast as I could, grabbed Drew’s shorts and started after him. He was already across the paved path halfway up the hill, about to disappear into the wooded ridge above.

“Drew! For Pete’s sake, wait up!”

He finally turned around and waited until I had reached him, my middle-aged body panting with exertion.

“Glenn, I’m going to find him,” he said. His hair and skin were still damp from our recent swim. His chest was heaving and there was blue fire in his eyes. He looked magnificent. I had to pull myself back to reality.

Things will never be the same.

I went over to the triple-sized shower stall and turned on the dual jets. Okay, I admit it-this was the real reason we’d bought this house. The architect apparently had a water fetish.

Not only was the shower huge, it had a built-in bench and enough hoses and gadgets to fulfill any fantasies our vivid imaginations could think up. And the shower wasn’t the only thing the designer had added. The master bath also had a 6 by 6 foot Jacuzzi and a sauna. The first time Joe had seen these toys, his eyes had lit up and I’d known that it didn’t matter if the kitchen tiles were turquoise and the taps gold. We had found our home.

Mike gets distracted.

I must have dozed off. The answering machine had already picked up by the time I absorbed the knowledge that the phone was ringing. The buzzer beeped and the message started.

“Hi guys,” a very familiar low voice spoke out from the box. “It’s me. I don’t know what you two are up to that has you so busy you can’t pick up… Or wait, maybe I do, but let’s not go there, okay?”

I laughed softly to myself.

“Anyway, I called to let you know we’re going to be a little late. Don’t roll your eyes, Joe, you only have to take care of yourselves this weekend. We’ve got all the kids, plus a couple extra I’ve never seen before, and both dogs, which are almost more work. Grandma has her yoga class until 9:30, so she can’t come over and scare the hell out of them like she normally does either. And to top it off, my darling wife is in the bathroom with morning sickness even though I told her she can’t be because she’s in her third trimester, which probably wasn’t the wisest thing to say…”

Cory gets his first blowjob - from a bully!

Cory received quite a surprise the afternoon that Mr. Peterson asked him to come to his office after school. He was anxious, a little excited, hoping that this time Mr. Peterson would suck his dick and he’d get to suck his teacher’s dick again. Instead, when he opened the door of the office, he didn’t see anyone immediately but he heard a wet sound and heavy breathing. Carefully closing the door, he stepped forward until he was able to see the entire room.

His gasp alerted Mr. Peterson who looked up and saw Cory standing there, he smiled, “Sit down Cory.” and gestured to the chair.

Cory gives his first blow job.

Cory found himself often confused by the feelings that he was starting to feel whenever he was around other boys… not just Mr. Peterson. In the locker room before gym he couldn’t help but peek at other dick’s, wondering what they looked like. On occasion he wondered what would happen if he tried to touch one, but somehow he instinctively knew that if he was even caught looking that he’d be picked on even more by the other boys.

Finally he found himself back in Mr. Peterson’s office, getting extra help on one of his papers.

Rediscovery and Loss.

“Hey, Dad, come on in,” Rick welcomed his father, as he walked in the back door.

Dale, and a cup of coffee waited for him at the kitchen table. Gerald greeted him warmly, then sat and took an appreciative sip of Dale’s renowned brew. His eyes wandered the cozy kitchen as he relaxed into the solid comfort of the oak chair that he rested in.

He approved Dale’s choice of the muted celery green paint he’d chosen for the walls, it gave the room a calm, soothing ambience. The air was scented with apples and cinnamon. Dale had proved to be an excellent cook, and Gerald’s mouth watered at the thought of the apple pie that even now was baking in the oven.

What to give the man who has everything?

It was a steamy, smoke-filled night at Hernando’s, and I and the other two guys had been dancing to the music on the small stage for twenty minutes. I was already down to the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt and six-gun holsters with the even lower slung eight-inch gun swinging in between and nothing else on when I felt the hand on the ankle of one of my boots.

The dude clinging to my boot looked cooler than a cucumber despite the heat and the indoor smog and even though he was wearing a suit—a finely tailored Brooks Brothers navy blue pinstripe silk suit that was cut close to his well-cut body. He looked like money all over. His pale blue dress shirt was as finely and closely cut to the perfect curves and bulges of his body as his suit was, and the gold studs in his shirt cuffs and his Rolex watch sparkled in beams from the strobing lights overhead. He was flashing a set of ultrawhite, perfectly capped teeth at me in a full-lipped, sensuous mouth. He also was flashing a fifty-dollar bill.

Chance encounter leads to more.

I was sitting in my compartment on the southbound train, heading for Los Angeles. I hadn’t seen my girlfriend since she left for UCLA ten months ago. Why am I taking the train? I’m terrified of flying and I fall asleep while driving. But the expense was worth it to have my own compartment where I could stretch out to sleep. I’m six-six and the chairs in the cattle car just aren’t conducive to sleeping. Also, I could shut out the kids.

We actually left Seattle on time, passing Safeco Field and heading south to Tacoma. I had a great book but wanted something to drink so I headed to the club car to see what was happening. I was lost in contemplation, thinking about Angela. We hadn’t been together since last summer. But I remained faithful. I looked and I had a prurient fantasy or two, but I kept it in my pants. I really thought she could be the one. We met while at the University of Washington. I got my degree in finance and got a job at the software giant (you know which one I’m talking about) while she wanted to further her education and went to LA. Well, this was my first chance for a vacation and I couldn’t wait to surprise her.

Frat hazing has a sexy twist.

“Warning: I write love stories with graphic sex. Sometimes the lovers are of the same gender. So if love offends you, you’d best move on. MJL”

*****

As I sat in the unknown room, blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back, I was apprehensive, but not really scared. While it”s true there had been stories around for years about hazing stunts gone terribly wrong, resulting in serious injuries and even deaths, nothing like that had ever happened at my university. Also, the fraternity I was pledging was probably the last one where such a thing ever would happen. It was known for the achievements of its alum members, not for being a party frat. So I waited for whatever the hazing committee had planned for me with more curiosity than concern. I had no idea that the next few minutes would change my life forever.

Chris is the new boy in town.

I had convinced myself it was a good investment when I parted with my three hundred bucks to register at Abs, my second gym in three months. It had been by chance that I saw Chris Wilson enter. I saw him show his membership card and sign in, confirming, to my satisfaction, that he was a member.

We both attended Lord Kitchener High School but we weren’t classmates. Chris was one grade ahead, and probably one year older than me. He and his family had arrived in Kitchener only two weeks earlier. Although I adored the ground he walked on, and believed the sun shone from his butt hole, he was unaware of my existence.