Sex in the Sky

Two young men explore sex.

More Curiosity:

The Video tape continues:

After about an hour in the hot tub, and after having dosed off a couple of times, I felt Scott”s foot playing at my crotch. I smiled back across at him and found his cock with my toes. We both had raging hard-ons again! Not much had been said since the scene in the living room, but I had several questions. Sensing all was well between us, I thought now would be the perfect time.

“So, did you like what we did earlier?”

He blushed a little, “yea, did you?”

Senator buys a lover whose has motives are unknown.

*Author’s Notes:* “In light of what has transpired in politics these last few weeks, I thought it important to let you know, this story is a work of fiction I thought of on my own before the “scandals” came out. This is not poking fun at anyone or any particular state. This is just a story and is not meant to sway anyone toward any particular political party and/or belief. Comments are welcomed, but only the ones where the criticism is given with respect will remain on my public comment section. Even negative feedback can be done with class. I am enjoying this series and hope you are too. ~ Thanks, Red “

Can’t always take - you’ve got to give, too.

I first started going to glory holes when I was around 20 years old. I loved having anonymous guys and the occasional woman or couple slobber all over my pride and joy. I had a beauty that was always hard, 10 thick cut inches with an oversized smooth bulbous head and a shaft as fat as a can of air freshener. These anonymous cock suckers gave the best head ever. They all wanted it so bad, they were hungry for it and they worshiped my cock like nobody else ever had before. All I had to do was pay six dollars for a handful of tokens and I got all the attention I wanted. Hell, I would usually leave in thirty minutes after feeding a mouthful of cum to two or three people.

No-holds-barred beach tripping.

When I returned from putting myself back together after experiencing the pile, I found Brian sitting primly at the Bourbon Street Pub’s bar, apparently no worse the wear from the poundings he’d gotten from the manrammer and the Jamaican’s own rammer and playing kissy face with yet another shorts-only dude. I pushed the dude off Brian with a “this one’s mine” comment and told my freewheeling significant other that was time to move on.

“Fine by me,” Brian said. I noticed that he was a little slow standing up, though. The Jamaican must have made quite an impression on—or, rather, in—him.

How powerful is a second chance?

I left Simon”s house in a mixture of shock, remorse, and despair. I made it about two blocks before the images of his scars and the nightmare flashes of him lying on the gym floor, covered in blood, had me on my knees, retching. I had thought it was just a nightmare, brought on by my guilt over not being able to accept that I was gay. I thought the nightmares were my punishment for pushing away the best thing that ever happened to me. Only they weren”t nightmares, they were real. Then the memories came flooding back to me. I remembered lying on his bed, with him kissing and caressing my body. He had made love to me with his mouth, moving over me, taking me places I had never been before. I remembered each moment of it, including the guilt and the overwhelming feeling that I had done something dirty, wrong. I had gotten up and ran out of there so fast. But that night I relived it over and over. In my heart I knew that what had happened wasn”t wrong.

Evan runs across some problems.

“Evan Thomas Alexander! What are you doing?”

Shit. Shit. SHIT. My mother had come into my bedroom while Brian and I were in bed together. I had to think of something. Fast!

“Mom, I-I can explain this!” Yes, that was brilliant.

I don”t think she heard me. She kept shouting and screaming. “You”re in bed with a man! My God in Heaven! Why, Evan, why!?”

Brian didn”t say a word. Mom picked up her suitcase and stormed out of the room. I didn”t know that it would be the last time I saw her. As soon as she left, I got out of bed in an attempt to find some clothes to put on, but I heard the front door slam before I could even get some underwear on.

Can one night change a life?

I knew I was gay very early in life. There weren”t words to describe it and I wasn”t really sure what the words meant in relation to me when I did hear them. But I did know I didn”t want to be different. Life is hard enough. So I hid. I lied to myself and denied that I was a sexual creature. Rather than make a choice to lie or sneak around, I simply went without. I found enough pleasure and release with my own hand to survive. So I went off to college a virgin and very closeted. While there I decided to grow and actually live my life. I had three sexual encounters my sophomore year: a sneaked blow job in the research section of the library, a quick, nameless fuck in the bathroom in the biology building, and a mutual hand job under the bleachers at a baseball game.

Jaze and Stewie, the morning after.

*Chapter 2 - Loving and Giving*

Stewart, Stewie Donovan awoke with a feeling of warmth and contentment he hadn’t felt in a long time. A slight movement set up a chain reaction of aches and twinges throughout his body. Some were due to less pleasurable reasons and he consciously forced them from his mind. Instead he focused on the internal ache that heralded memories of pleasure he had never known before. He had made love with Jackson Kingston, Cobalt Blue Team Leader and his Jaze. Stewie’s eyes widened as he realised he was pillowed on Jaze’s left shoulder, the older man’s broad chest was stretching before him. The muscular chest was covered in a light dusting of dark hair, from which two dark pink nipples stood proudly. Stewie felt his mouth water at the prospect of sucking them. The dark hair descended towards Jaze’s groin, but that area of his lover was covered by the sheet. Focusing back on the enticing nipples, Stewie decided that just a small movement would be sufficient. He shifted minutely and found his lips pressing against the pink nub. With a soft sigh of pleasure, Stewie began to suckle contentedly.

Living in two different galaxies.

KENNETH

I could tell what they thought when they saw us out and about together: the old wreck and his toy boy. I could see it in their eyes, that they felt sorry for—and perhaps a little disdainful of—him. That’s why I haven’t gone out with him in public for months now. But now it is even worse. He goes out alone, and each and every time, I agonize all the time he is gone that this is the day he wouldn’t return. And life wouldn’t be worth living then. No, I must admit it. Life won’t be worth living then, because there’s no doubt in my mind that Rob is leaving me. And soon. There is such a tension between us now. I always knew that he would leave me; that he was using me. No, that’s not fair. I’ve always known, rather, that he knew I was using him and that he would stand for it for only so long.

The future begins.

The little girl’s father knelt beside her, his arms around her waist as they watched the squirrel creep closer. She was clearly afraid. She crowded into the half-circle of her father’s arms, her wide blue eyes tracking the animal’s approach. Her father said something to her and put an unshelled peanut in her hand, gesturing for her to give it to the squirrel. At first, she shook her head violently. No. Too afraid. Her father gave her a gentle nudge and a few coaxing words of encouragement and she tottered forward, her eyes locked onto the animal, who froze into place. She tossed the peanut near him and stepped back, watching in innocent amazement as the squirrel scampered forward, gave the nut a sniff then picked it up and started gnawing at it.