Sex in the Sky

Man finds out he’s gay & finds happiness.

Steve looked at his watch as he sat at the table in the coffee house sipping a cup of coffee. It was Friday afternoon, the weather was cold, windy and a slow cold drizzle was coming down. It seemed to symbolize the way his week had gone. First his girlfriend of two years had decided to break off their relationship because she wanted to see other guys. He found out later that she had been seeing another guy for two months and everyone else knew about it except him. Next, the guys in the office had heard about his girlfriend and added salt to the wound. They gave him a business card for a massage parlor called the Loving Hands. They told him that he could always get a girlfriend there that would always please him for a few dollars.

Old tennis era leaving its mark on the new.

It was when I threw a match in the third round of the U.S. Open that I fully realized I was obsessed by him. I wasn’t afraid of going up against the young Miguel Herrera—the heartthrob of the tennis world groupies they had nicknamed the Argentine Firecracker. I had beaten him all three times we had met on the pro circuit the last two years. It was because I knew I was aging out of the circuit just as he was coming into his own here that I had thrown that match. We were both winning and might meet in the fourth round, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t be sure I’d win this time.

Man gets over his fear of flying in an unusual way.

“You “what?!”"

The flustered woman behind the counter gave me an apologetic look. “I’m terribly sorry, sir. These things happen every once in a while. A mistake must have been made when your flight was being booked. Maybe they accidentally put you on standby, or something.”

I shifted my bag to my other shoulder and took a deep breath, trying to control my anger. “Look…” I glanced at her name tag, “…Amy, I really don’t care how it happened. All I know is that I have a connecting flight to catch in Denver that leaves in four hours, and you’re telling me that my seat was given away?!”

Real love is more that three little words.

“Just kill me and get it over with,” I thought as the pounding echoed again. I blinked a couple times, rousing myself awake enough to realize that the pounding was not in my head. I looked at the clock, thinking, “Who the fuck pounds on a man’s door at one-thirty in the morning?”

I dragged my ass out of bed and shuffled down the hall toward the front door. Staggering, I hopped to my left as a sharp pain jolted up my leg. “Ow! Shit!” I hobbled to the couch, propping myself against the arm as I grabbed my big toe. “Damn bar chairs!” It was my own damn fault. I should have turned on the light.

How nice it can be to suck a fat cock.

Two days after the mutual masturbation we had, someone rings my doorbell. “Who the hell can it be – it’s 10pm!!!” A bit worried and alarmed, I open the door – in front of the door, Mark, obviously embarrassed:

- Can I come in?

- Yeah, sure.

I can see looking at him that his embarrassment had the better of him and he doesn’t know how to start.

- Well? I ask.

- Err… hmmmmm…. Well….. err… I was…. Err…..

I smile at him:

- Mark, you came here so I suck your cock, didn’t you?

The party ends, a new job has demands, friends play.

I lay on the floor for a couple of minutes and rested. Gord came over and began to unbuckle the straps around my hips and chest. He helped me sit up. Gord wiped some cum off of my face. He licked his fingers then kissed me. “I liked the way you sucked my dick, Gary. I”d like for you to come over to my home one day. I”d like for you to meet my lover and some of our friends.”

“That would be nice, Sir.” Gord and I unbuckled the three straps around each of my legs.

“Please, call me Gord. Maybe we can arrange a date soon. Let me help you to your feet.”

Drawn once again to the flame of the dark angel.

*Chapter 2: The Cube*

The phone rang and I sat there and looked at it through five rings. I recognized the number on the caller ID. I wouldn’t answer it. After seven rings it would kick over to the machine. Ring number six.

“Hello.”

“You know who this is. Come to me.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but . . .”

“Come to me now. Shower and clean yourself out. Don’t bother to wear much.”

Click.

I sat there, staring at the phone. I wouldn’t go. And when I hadn’t shown up, that would be the end of it. No more control. No more domination. Finished.

Taken to a new level of ecstasy.

I was soaking in sweat, pumped high on adrenalin and ready for cock. But while Paul could well have been a medal contender in the Blow-lympics, I was a complete novice, totally untried and unprepared and would have been laughed out of any qualifying competition.

He seemed to understand this when my nerves took hold as I grasped his throbbing pole, an impressive seven incher (he claimed eight!) although not as thick as mine. “Just try,” he prompted as I struggled to come to terms with my predicament. I wanted this cock in my mouth, and I wanted it now, but what the hell do you do?

Patch wants to be more than just Doug’s rebound.

“Obligitory Disclaimer: Gay sex, over 18, blah blah, yada yada, you know the drill. This is yet another installment involving Doug from Subway Angel and Tomcats. It’s a standalone if you haven’t read those yet, so don’t worry. I originally wrote this for a friend, which is where I got the name “Patch”, (It’s an old style nickname for “Peter”, much like “Dick” is for “Richard”) I thought it was good so here I am publishing it. Any and all feedback welcome. I want to give a special thank you to Tom Collins who inflated my ego and made this ledgible.”

Two straight men explore gay sex together.

I’ve been married for ten years now and I can’t complain a bit. My wife is a lovely woman who has little hesitation to try new and exciting things. A few years into our marriage we met a great couple that we shared a lot of interests with. Eventually we got into some “soft swapping”, had some great fun playing around, and still get together on occasions. Lately I had been having thoughts of playing with another guy. My roommate and I experimented a bit in college with mutual j/o and light oral action, and I found that I liked the feel of another man’s cock. It wasn’t something we did very often…usually after watching porn with too much beer was our usual excuse. I hadn’t thought much about it at all for the past twenty years, but now found myself wanting the experience again.