Sex in the Sky

Sue and Steve continue their discovery.

The next day I woke up like I usually did. Went through my normal morning routine, as I got out of the shower, got dressed. I went to the kitchen to fix my morning meal of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. I was surprised when Sue walked in to the kitchen, as she normally does not get up this early. She does not need to be at work for at least an hour and a half. She looked at me and asked, “You ok with what you did last night?”

“Yeah I figure I’m still the same person afterwards as I was before. Although I did get my curiosity satisfied.” I replied.

An evening of a different sort.

” This chapter involves a simulated rape and some violence. If this offends you, please do not read it.

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For those of you who have begged me for this, here it is. And for those that have asked of Bruce, he will be present in the remaining chapters of this story.

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The best medicine.

Tony and Bruce stood at the nose of the trailer watching the rescue squad loading Peter into the ambulance. The State Patrol Officer that had taken their reports, turned after a lengthy conversation with the injured driver of the vehicle in the ditch. He started toward them not showing any signs of what was about to happen to them or the load.

“I guess Peter wasn’t so angelic after all ay, Bruce?” Tony mumbled as they watched the ambulance attendants load the man into the back.

“No, I was wrong about that.” Bruce looked down feeling a bit foolish now.

The heat of the chase.

Bruce climbed down out of the truck with his two mugs in hand. He trudged across the parking lot where many rigs were parked side by side grumbling as the drivers slept. Each on was lit up with marker lights, some more than others. The amber and red of them, in the truck stop parking lot, seemed to match that of a small town at Christmas.

And it seemed a dark and dismal night. One that he had not seen in a long while. A mist had formed in the air seeming to shroud everything around him. The pavement beneath him was damp. Very fine droplets were falling, moistening his hair. It was cool as it touched his skin soothing the heat of his body a bit. After having Jonathan at the wheel, he was heated and the chill of the finite misty rain made for a comforting finish, really.

First time without the aid of a drink.

“Being as nothing exciting had happened to me in the last few months I thought I would write this one as this was my first experience with a guy without the aid of alcohol. This maybe should of been Ch 02 as it happened some weeks after my first experience, as always I hope you enjoy and maybe you have done the same when first starting out.”

After my first experience in the club I looked around on the internet for guys who wanted the same as me, which was some no strings fun.

I started to chatting to a guy who lived in the same town as me, his name was Gary and he was also married and living the secret bi life.

Broken heart mends on Christmas Eve.

Moodily I stared out the train window. The day before Christmas Eve. On the platform of the Boston station, couples reunited, kissing and hugging. Mothers cried and clung to fresh boys in uniform as they headed off to basic training. The war had changed things; the place was somber and not decorated much for Christmas this year. The mood was grim and filled with dread, instead of Christmas cheer and joy. Sure. People tried; they tried to look happy and hopeful for the sake of the kids that hung around their knees, not understanding. They carried presents. But their eyes told the truth: they all knew some of these boys wouldn’t be coming back from Germany or wherever they were headed, and they all hoped it would be someone else. Not them, not theirs.

This is where Craig’s story really starts.

The day had finally come. I’d soon be moving into my newly refurbished house, according to the contractor, Mr. Gorton. Well, hopefully it really would be done this time. Mr. Gorton or Marty the malefactor as I sometime referred to him, had promised that everything was finished and done exactly according to my specifications. According to him, all that was left was my final inspection and approval.

I’d found a great piece of beach front property with a decent house on it. The house itself was something of a wreck, but it had a great view, lots of space and definite potential.

Two guys discover their orientation isn’t what they thought.

The shame, the paranoia, the guilt, I’d experienced it all in high school. I’d watch the other guys in the shower out of the corner of my eye, terrified I’d get an erection and be betrayed. After that you’d think I’d grow up and come out of the closet, but I pretended to myself as much as anyone else that I wasn’t gay. I dated, I had sex, I got my first apartment, and still I looked at other guys out of the corner of my eye.

My friend Hunter wasn’t gay. Slim, tall and attractive, women draped themselves over him, and though he was too much of a gentleman to boast, I knew he’d had all the sex they could throw at him. Being slim and short, I’d had fewer adventures, but enough to know something was missing for me. I was surprised one night to discover that Hunter wasn’t entirely satisfied with his sex life either.