Sex in the Sky

Love on the Farm.

The next day arrived bright and sunny. Dale gazed out the window at the perfect weather as he sipped his morning cup of coffee. He felt groggy. He’d slept fitfully, tossing and turning, worrying and obsessing about what would happen today. Generally driving himself insane, at 2 a.m., he’d been ready to screech. He’d gotten up, turned the shower on, as hot as he could stand and stepped in, letting the water pour over him. The steamy heat relaxed him, as had the long, slow, jack off session. Knees weak with the powerful release, totally warm and relaxed, he’d wobbled back to bed and crashed, sleeping soundly until almost seven.

Taking a groomer for a ride on a washing machine.

Right off the top, I’ll make quite clear that I’m not a dog person. I’m a cat person. You don’t have to walk them and they can be on their own for a weekend without chewing up the new sofa. But my wife thought we needed a dog—because we lived in a “ripe for ripping the rich folk off” golf club community, she said. But I know it was really because Libby next door got an Irish Setter, so naturally we had to have a Wolfhound.

Well, Wolfhounds are high maintenance, and I made quite clear to my wife from the get go that this was her dog. In retaliation, she decided that the dog would substitute for me everywhere except in her vagina. She still made quite clear that my cock was top dog in that kennel.

Green Beret commander finds himself in About-Face

This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. Many years ago, I was a lieutenant colonel in the US Army, commander of a Special Forces battalion, a married man of 50. We had a son, my military career was on track, and I was due to retire in a short time. The USA was then at peace, the military did only training, and discipline problems were few. Problems with sexuality in the battalion usually had to do with men in the base hospital for treatment of a venereal disease or spats between husbands and wives. Homosexuality in the ’70s was a growing problem in the military, and in those cases where “don’t ask, don’t tell” didn’t work, occasionally we had to take more serious measures. But I sat on very few courts martial for homosexuality. I couldn’t figure it out. Why would a man do that? I was completely straight. I had no physical interest in men.

Ivan meets up with a new kind of Were.

Rose

Ivan was just part of the family now, and we were beginning to settle down into our new rhythm when interesting things started happening again. Ugg, I hate interesting things. All of us underlings were called to Jared’s office yet again for an “emergency meeting.” Once we were all in his office he un-steepled his fingers and stared at us.

“As you all know, I am not only the owner of this bar, but in charge of this quarter of this city. And as all of you know, as my compatriots are also reasonable for the welfare of this quarter.” Well, whatever this was, it was a big deal, and we were going to have to do it. “At the moment there is a problem in this quarter that we must deal with. We have been instructed to deal with it.” He re-steepled his fingers and sighed. “Usually the werewolves of this city keep pretty much to themselves. However, something is causing a disturbance among them, and they are becoming quite violent. Our job is to find out who or what is causing this disturbance, and remove it. Now, we’re pretty sure that it’s a living creature, and we’ve been instructed to bring it in alive.” That was a surprise. Usually they just asked us to kill something, not take it in alive. Interesting. “We know the general area that the problem is in, so lets get moving.” And get moving we did.

18 year old get ravaged by four men.

Mark was dazed when he got home. He’d just been essentially raped in broad daylight by an older man, and with a witness to boot! This sure was a surreal introduction to sex.

Mark pulled off his jogging clothes, and removed the torn shorts that were the cause of his being ravaged.

” Well, it’s your own fault for wearing obscene shorts!”

He threw them in the garbage can.

After taking a long shower, Mark had dinner with his parents – “God, what would they think if they knew that a man’s cock had been shoved inside me a few hours earlier?” – and then went to bed.

Give a thought to promises for what you are given.

Paulo was sweating when he placed the listening piece of the telephone back in its cradle. He mopped his brow and loosened the cravat that now seemed to be choking him. He rose and moved to the window wall of his office that looked down into the assembly line factory floor where his firm, what very soon would be his firm, made the sleekest of horseless carriages that now were being called motorcars. Gina had told him just this morning that she feared his ambition and grasping were unbounded and would be his undoing. This after he had ravished her for the third time in as many days, sex mad she had thought until he had let it slip that he could not be assured of his standing in her father’s company until they had given the old man a grandson.

Naughty thief endures the final punishment… or is it?

After my oral submission to you, I’m left quietly in the corner to reflect on everything that’s happened so far till now. Mrs. Jones leaves satisfied, having “conquered” yet another sissy boy with her obscene weapon. After ten minutes you call me back to your side and announces that next week will be my final punishment session.

I feel both relieved and saddened at the same time. How could I suddenly feel this way, saddened that my PUNISHMENTS will be over after next week? I don’t really understand this strange emotion…

In the future, prisoner gladiator games are reality TV.

*”iv.*”

That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking out onto the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he heard the breathy sound of a man either fucking or getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight tonight. Kyle would belong to the man who won the duel. Tyrone’s words came back to Kyle with the frightening clarity of coming doom - “if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.”

He develops a friendship with an older man.

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I dreaded the news that I would again be accompanying my family to Naples for vacation. Now when you live in upstate New York, and your family invites you to Naples for a break from the winter cold, a person doesn’t often say “no”. But in my case, being an 18-year-old Senior in high school on Spring Break, I just wanted to hang with my buds. I had anticipated a whole week with my girlfriend without interference from my family, and I was secretly hoping that they’d leave me at the house alone. All my hopes were dashed when my Dad informed me that I’d be coming on the trip.

It was his first time with a man.

My first experience with a man happened in my teens. Like most teens my age, I was exploring my sexuality. My fantasies sometimes focused on the idea of letting a man use me for his pleasure. The idea of submitting to and servicing his cock made me very aroused, always culminating with me masturbating to a furious climax. Still, they were just fantasies. However, looking back, I guess I was ripe, in more ways than one, for what was to happen.

I played soccer in high school, and although we were always second class citizens to the football team, we did share their locker room and training staff. That was fortuitous for me since I had seriously hurt my left thigh during pre-season. I was able to soak it and get a massage by the trainer. Unfortunately, the training staff was not getting paid for their work with the soccer team, and when it became clear they were never going to get paid for it, they walked out.