Sex in the Sky

Aurel’s reaction.

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Chapter 3

He had been awake for almost an hour, carefully keeping his mind blank. The only sound to be heard was the ticking of a clock like a metronome.

Tick…tick…tick.

If he concentrated on the ticking he didn’t have to think. If he didn’t think he didn’t have to…

Tick…tick…tick.

Paul’s a cop, Aaron’s his captor.

His name was Aaron, well at least that is what he told me to call him as he was making sure my hands were firmly handcuffed to the bedstead above my head.

I swore at him and he laughed, a gentle laugh, his vivid blue eyes taking in my discomfort and anger.

“I’m sorry about this,” he said in what I can only describe as an easy going voice, “But you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I’m a police officer,” I spat out at him, “We can be were we want to!”

“True,” he said nodding his head, “But you got in the way, you’re lucky you didn’t get killed.”

His mind-blowing first time starts with a group.

To satisfy my bisexual needs my wife suggested that I become a member, no pun intended, of an upmarket gay sauna. Understandably, I was rather nervous about this partly because I’d never been to one before and was unsure of the protocols and appropriate behaviour. But mainly I was nervous about my wife’s reaction and the possible effects on our relationship. Fantasies are by nature and name fantastic but the reality can of course be totally different.

I need not have worried. We picked out what looked like a well run, well organised classy Sauna Club judging by it’s web site. I went along, filled in the forms, paid my fee and was shown into the changing and locker room area. I was given clean, fluffy towels and told that if I required more to just ask at reception.

Off the jogging trail and onto his knees.

“Open to me. Open to Daddy.”

And I spread my legs for him.

Before that, he had pushed me back gently onto the thick carpet on the moss covering the little sun-spackled glen. He had me kneel before him and take his beautiful, huge cock into my mouth, where I worked it up to over nine inches of hardness to the sounds of the birds twittering in the trees and the other jogger emitting little sighs and moans of pleasure.

It had been that big, beautiful cock that had melted my defenses and inhibitions and that opened me to him. I had been jogging the wooded river trail three days a week for several months, drawn there by the need to release tensions from my graduate school studies, by the waterside park’s beauty and isolation, and by ever seeking to lose that last pound and bring pure definition to that last muscle. I was usually all alone out on the trail in the early afternoon. But in the previous week my schedule had coincided with that of another jogger, someone who also attended the same gym I did. We had never spoken to each other, but he had always had a ready smile for me, and I always took pleasure in seeing him work out. His body was the one that I sought. He was nearly two decades older than I was, probably pushing forty-five hard, and was graying at the temples already. But he was handsome and had a body to die for.

Round two of training.

I just laid on the floor not moving. Looking up at this man that had just abused my throat and mouth. I was still stunned from what had just happened. He was taking off his shirt and kicking off his shoes, and it just dawned on me what great shape he was in for a man his age.

As an Army retiree he had remained in top shape.

Gary and I had seen his Dad workout in the garage on his weight set and punching bag many times before. It was a ritual for him. His daily workout was routine, but he always wore heavy sweat pants and a t-shirt, so I had never seen his naked body before.

Gay male; The Lessons-24; first time.

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Jonathan and James had been good friends for quite a long time. Really, just about as long as they could remember.

They were both now 21 but they could remember when they first met. It had been in Miss Johnson’s third grade class. Turned out that they actually didn’t live that far away from each other, but apparently had never before crossed each other’s paths. Up until that time they had pretty much stayed within their own neighborhood. Johnny played with kids in Meadowbrook Park, Timmy with kids in Montclair Park. But, there was really only a few blocks separating their homes. In fact, John passed the street on which Tim lived (Elm Street) everyday on the way to school. A few blocks for young kids within a large suburban area though can be quite a barrier. Until, at least, they met within Miss Johnson’s class.

Landscaper helps Terry put down roots in home town.

“The doorbell rang. Terry waited a few seconds to see if his mother would answer the door, but he heard nothing. No footsteps, no sound of the door opening—nothing. She must have gone out without saying anything to him. With a sigh of resignation he muted the TV, and tossing the remote on the seat of the recliner, he went to the door and yanked it open.

Gavin Taulbe stood on the porch.

“Surprise, man!” he said. “We’re on our way to Montgomery, but we thought we’d take a side trip and see you. Sid’s been distracted—she saw a whatnot in front of that j—um, antique store on your main street and had to check it out. She dropped me off. She’ll be around later. You alone? Great! Let’s see how much fun we can have before she gets here.”

He was theirs to use.

I found myself thinking about how I had been sucking my roommates thick black dicks; the thought aroused me so. I could not wait for evenings when one or all would want to be sucked to completion. I had come to enjoy a black cock in my mouth so much that I thought of it all day. Alvin, Jerry, and Anthony all had such nice large cocks.

I loved the foreplay with my head in their lap, holding their big black nuts in my hand, licking and sucking their soft nut sack. Tonguing underneath, raising their hips so I could kiss and lick their black buttocks. My white hand wrapped around the massive cock. Oh how I loved pulling the black foreskin up over the head and sucking it in my mouth, tonguing inside it.

He fulfills oral ambition on holiday.

It was the best holiday of my life, a tour of the historical sites of the United Kingdom, and now into its second week was proving to be the journey I had always dreamed of making. Little did I know even then that I would soon fulfill a different dream that trip as well.

My fiancee and I had toured Northern England and were now well into Scotland, arriving at Glencoe with less money than we might have liked. To economize, we decided to stay at the local hostel. Coming to the U.K., we had expected rain, but the unseasonable weather was disheartening to many travellers and we had no trouble booking beds, albeit in separate dorms. My fiancee had hostelled before, but I had not, and was a little uncomfortable with the idea of bunking down with complete strangers, but our finances would be well served by the inexpensive accomodation.

There you are, a first time for everything.

*Heaven on Earth: Chapter 5 There You Are*

I woke up the next morning fairly early. I had to shower and get out to Brooklyn by 10. My arm was still around Brian”s waist when I woke up. I listened to the gentle sounds of his breathing until my alarm clock went off and I had to let go of him to turn it off. I thought for sure that my movement and the noise would wake him, but he kept on sleeping. I got out of the bed and stepped into the bathroom.

When I was done ten minutes later, I went back into the bedroom where Brian was still sleeping. After putting on some clothes, I returned to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shave. Something looked odd about my neck when I began putting shaving cream on my face. I turned to both sides and noticed that I had hickeys. Not one, but twin hickeys, one on each side. And these weren”t small by any stretch of the imagination. It was pretty funny, actually, but at the same time, I didn”t know how I was going to cover them up when I went to work. It was the middle of July, so it wasn”t exactly turtleneck or scarf weather.