Sex in the Sky

Staunchly straight, he discovers a new side of himself.

I have never in my life ever had any kind of sexual feelings for other men. That is until this one time when a situation presented itself to me and I, without much hesitation, jumped right in. Neither of us was prepared for it. But it turned out to be one of the most intense sexual experiences I ever felt.

I’m an average white hetero male about 30 years old. I have a good job in the city and a nice place in the suburbs. I did not have a girlfriend at the time, but it was not because I couldn’t have one or didn’t want one. I was just between girls at the time. Well this day started off like any other I went to work that day and put in my usual time with the rest of the slaves. At the end of the day I decided not to head straight for the bus but decided, instead to head down to this new nudie bar near the bus terminal. The place featured big boob stars from the world of porn each week and this week they were having one of my favorites. After a quick bite to eat at the local greasy spoon I walked over to the club paid the cover charge and headed inside. I had been to quite a few clubs in my time, but this place was something else. Every chick in the house was either a C or a D cup. My cock stood at immediate attention. Grabbing a drink I headed up stairs to the main stage and for the next hour watched Molly Mamms strut her stuff. It was towards the end of the first half-hour that I noticed this black guy on the other side, he seemed familiar to me, but could not place him. It dawned on me why he was so familiar; he rode the same bus I did every day. He always sat in back and never got off before I did. On the bus he never seemed to bother anybody. He was lean and lanky, like a basketball player, dressed usually in sports jerseys and baggy pants. He must have noticed my staring and realized who I was as well, because he smiled and pointed to the big-titted star on stage. I raised my glass and saluted, but that was the extent of our encounter the rest of the time I was at the bar.

Love Renewed

Fear had driven Rick away. Fear of the unknown of how his family would react. All his life his parents and siblings had been his rock, the solid foundation that made his life work. The thought of losing them left him feeling lost and alone.

That night, after making love with Dale that last time, he’d awoken shivering. Anxiety creeping over him, fear knifing into his gut. He rose quietly and seated himself in one of the oak chairs that Dale had kept in the bedroom. He watched Dale sleep, so innocently, so peacefully. He contemplated his future with Dale, wondering if he could really sacrifice his family for him. What if things didn’t work out? He’d find himself totally alone, no lover, no family, no friends. What if he ended up resenting Dale for his loss? Tears crept down his cheeks at the thought of this joyous love he felt, turn into something ugly and hurtful. Panic rose, twisting his guts, forcing him up and out. He ran.

Me and my fuck buddy return to ABS.

Last night, my friend Eric and I had some really hot sex down at the Adult Theatre. Eric had me wear a pair of my wife’s panties and I was a sissy fuck-boy for a whole theatre full of horny men. My wife is out of town for the weekend, so we are gonna be as lecherous as two bisexual fuck-buddies can be.

This morning, I awoke to the sensation of Eric’s hand stroking on my stiffening cock. My dick isn’t huge, but at 7 inches long and 2 inches wide, it’s big enough. Eric’s hand was wrapped around my cock, and I could feel the strength in his grip…firm, yet gentle. He leaned in and kissed my cock on the head.

Masseur-client relationship turns more than professional.

Five o’clock was here and none too soon. This particular Tuesday had been a madhouse at work. Working at my computer terminal, answering the phone and talking to colleagues, often all at the same time, had taken its toll. My back and shoulders ached, and, to make matters worse, I’d overdone it at the gym during lunch hour on Monday. In a word, I was sore.

The only good thing was that now it was time for my monthly massage therapy appointment. My spirits rose as I drove toward the small apartment that served as Randy’s office.

Cory finds out what goes on in the room.

“Author’s Note: There is a bit of an element of reluctance in this story.

Otherwise, just gay sex. Enjoy! =)”

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Mr. Peterson wasn’t in class the next day, so Cory couldn’t ask him about the room that he was supposed to go to after school. When he mentioned it to Sam, the young man just shrugged his shoulders and kept walking. So, at the end of the day, Cory decided to go to the room. To satisfy his curiously if nothing else.

When he walked in he gasped, the room had about 15 teachers in, almost the entire staff, and everywhere they were fucking students. Since it was an all-boys school, that meant more students that Cory had realized were gay. Sam and some of his friends were on their hands and knees, taking it at both ends. Cory could feel himself getting hard as his wide-eyes watched them getting stuffed from behind while they sucked a cock in front of them. Beneath each of them was another student, sucking on their dick.

College is a time of experimentation.

As a college freshman at a state school in the Rocky Mountains, I was a pretty conservative guy, especially considering all the boozing, drugs, and wild sex that was running rampant in my coed dorm. My high school years were very low key; I had dated the same girl since sophomore year, swam competitively, and studied hard. At university, I was in way over my head as a mechanical engineering major and the freshman weed-out courses were giving me hell. I drank a little on the weekends, but most of my free time was spent studying.

Wondering if you can get too much?

He certainly looked like a big brute when he had arrived in the hotel room, and with all that muscle, he provided me the hope that he could touch me where I needed to be touched, take care of my need, and give me relief. But it hadn’t happened. Once again it hadn’t happened. I was beginning to think there really was such a thing as wearing your hole out, as having become so used that you no longer could be touched where you were screaming for it and spouting off all that buildup, draining yourself in satisfaction.

Lover is awakened in a most pleasurable way.

He looked so sexy laying there, the sheet haphazardly thrown over his fit body, his naked ass peeking out from the side edge of the blue cotton percale. The whiteness of his cheek contrasting starkly with the bronzed skin on the rest of his body. I’d tried to convince him to go nude around the pool so his entire body would be tanned, but he refused. Despite the fact we have a privacy fence, he was still afraid one of the neighbors would see him.

I trailed my fingers down his spine, pushing the sheet down his body as I moved. As the rest of his curved ass was revealed, I felt a stirring in my groin. The sight of his sweet cheeks never failed to get me going, and this morning was no different. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to be buried balls deep inside him.

Meeting his old gym teacher was a learning experience.

I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally.

Leaving home the previous August a pudgy kid who had spent his teenage years unsuccessfully chasing girls, I was now a fairly well built young man who had discovered a new world when seduced by an older man, and had enjoyed several other relationships with men during that freshman year at college.

Now I was back home, where finances were to force me to stay for the rest of my education, and eager to continue to explore my new found desires.

His training continues.

If you have been following my story, you now know that my friend’s Dad had been having his way with me. Since he caught me snooping around his bedroom, he had used me to please himself for the last hour or so. From what he had made me do so far, I got the feeling that he was training me for a long term position in his life, instead of just using me for a quickie.

I had always sensed that he seemed lonely since becoming a widower and that he was missing that passionate sexual release in his life. I guess he intended on making me his sexual relief companion for the future. I hoped this was his plan. If this was to be my position, well, I really liked my role so far.