Sex in the Sky

He meets John’s wife.

I hadn’t heard from Bill or John for about four weeks so I called to see how they were doing. I got hold of John and asked if he and Bill were doing o k. He told me that Bill was out of the country and had been for the last three weeks and he was glad I called as he didn’t have my number. I asked if he would like to get together for lunch or drinks and he suggested the next day, I agreed.

We met at a popular restaurant and had a nice lunch where we talked about every thing but sex. After lunch John asked if I would like to go to his house for a while. I said that was a good idea and that I would follow him, he then told me that his wife was there and asked if I would be comfortable around her. This was a surprise as I didn’t know he was married. I asked why I should be uncomfortable. John told me that Cathy, his wife, knew about his gay activities and she liked to watch, and some times even join in. I said that this was an unexpected situation but that I would not mind her being there.

He goes to a stroke party and tries it all.

It was billed as a jack off party. I found it by trolling gay groups on Yahoo. They said that they allowed no alcohol or drugs. They limited the number of men to 16 and you had to apply to get in. They mailed the invitation if you were accepted and that was your ticket for entrance. They said that you had to strip as soon as you got there and after that, you made the limits. “No means No” and all of that.

I was 40, divorced, and now that I was on my own again, I was free to check out what man sex was like. I had been working out and was looking pretty good without clothes, but I didn’t know what to expect. I was thinking that being naked with a bunch of men would be a good way to test myself and try to figure out if I liked sex with men. Sex with my wife hadn’t been good, and I wondered if it was because I was gay.

Jonathan and his new family return to the mansion.

The limo pulled up the long cement driveway to the mansion that sat back of the property. The front was a desert oasis with its many live cacti, shrubs, and what flowering plants would bloom in Arizona, ponds and running streams over which the driveway led on wooden arches. Some ponds were graced with different sized waterfalls; each one differed from the other in beauty and the grace it added to the scenery.

Bruce and Greg turned their heads one way then another to look at the unexpected scenes that passed them by. Jonathan smiled knowing they were caught up in the lovely terrain of his Uncle’s front yard, and he knew that soon they would want to meander through it when the sun began to set. He had often done the same, it being his only escape from reality at times. And it always helped him to focus on trying to hang on until something better did come along.

Pubic hair balls, pissing, and more blow jobs.

There we sat, tied by the grip of strong hands accustomed to holding golf clubs, basketballs, and softball bats. We were further tied by the inseparable bond of those who have exchanged body fluids in passion.

My heart was coming back to a regular beat and my mind was coming to grips with what had just happened. I knew that I had just crossed some important bridges and I needed to process that but a more pressing need was getting Adam’s pubic hairs out of my mouth.

With my free hand, I reached a finger into my mouth to dig out the two or three hairs that were making their presence felt there. I was chuckling as I dug around and I could hear Adam doing the same thing. After pulling the first one out, I laughed as I said, “I forgot that oral sex meant a hair ball of some sort.”

Wine and snow lead to a new adventure.

It was almost midnight when Barry stood to leave. We had managed to finish off the better part of three bottles of wine. He had been here since about 7 PM. The evening didn’t actually turn out as planned. A mutual friend, Elizabeth, and her sister were also supposed to come by for a couple of drinks. But one of those family crisis, that aren’t so much a crisis the day after, happened and they canceled. I’d only known Barry for a couple of months. We hung out a few times, mostly with Liz. I liked him and when Liz had told me he was bi I never gave it much thought, but it did peak my curiosity about him.

Beware of what lurks in the Hunsrück forest.

Jacques, the young comte de la Arbois, nearly fell off his horse, both steed and rider trembling from exhaustion, into the arms of the innkeeper of the small village of Saint-Avold, a hard half-day’s ride west of Metz.

“A fresh horse,” Jacques muttered feverishly through swollen lips.

“We have such a horse for you,” the innkeeper exclaimed. “But you are in no condition to ride on, young sir. Come out of this rain and at least get some hot soup into you before you proceed. Where are you headed?”

A surprise, some fishing and amazing sex.

“Note: Despite anything mentioned in this story or the previous one, unprotected sex, even oral sex, can transmit STDs. Please practice safe sex.”

*

I woke up before Tim again. This didn’t particularly surprise me. According to Fiona, who had been involved with each of us and was still a close friend, he was a night owl and it was the next thing to impossible to drag him out of bed before noon. I suppose that I should take it as a special point of pride that he woke up at dawn for an unexpected and amazing sex session. Not wanting to press my luck, I gently shifted his arm and slid out of bed. I stood by the window for a little while to watch him sleeping and to listen to the gentle patter of the rain. Some people look angelic when they’re asleep; not he. Tim looked like some sort of wild spirit, naked, with his hair spiky and in disarray. To me, this is much more attractive than an angel and on a much more instinctual level. Certain instincts were in fact taking effect and I decided that I had best get moving before I interrupted his rest again. We’d have more sex later. Much more, if I had anything to say about it.

Being a gay porn star can be a good thing.

When I got a look at the script Sal gave me, I about died. I marched right into his office the next day, seething with righteous indignation.

“What the fuck?” I threw the script on his desk. “I’m not doing this.”

Sal smiled, shark-like. “You’ll do what the fuck I tell you, ya fucking fag.”

“But, Sal…”

“Shut your yap.” Sal stood up. His lumpy bald head almost brushed the ceiling. He glowered at me. “Filming for Bad Medicine started this morning. And you’re late. You get your queer ass over to wardrobe right the fuck now, an’ I better not hear no more complaints from you.”

His secret belies every other facet.

Go through downtown in any major city and you see them, those glass boxes. They are the modern cathedrals to capitalism where investment banks, law firms, corporate headquarters and the like tower over the rest of their respective communities, lording their strength and influence. Interesting that they are called glass boxes since one ordinarily associates glass with transparency, but today’s glass is colorful and shiny, but opaque from the outside. You wonder what really goes on behind all that false transparency. More than you might imagine for a bunch of tough guys.

Two men try to come to terms with the end of their romance.

“NOTE: This is the first of “The Steelman Tales.”"

I’ll say this for Matt, he never beat about the bush. He gave me the bad news almost as soon as we were seated at the booth in our favorite restaurant, the little Indian buffet place tucked away in the busy strip mall.

“Jon, I have to tell you something,” he said. “I’ve accepted a position with the company in Greensboro. I’m leaving with my family at the end of the month.”

I sat there, not reacting yet. I wasn’t altogether shocked by his news. During the two years we had known each other he had talked before about the possibility of moving. Now the unthinkable had come to pass.