Sex in the Sky

He discovers gay sex on a trip to Mexico.

My wife Jane has a brother named Steve. Steve married a Mexican girl name Rosa. Rosa is from medium sized town in central Mexico. Last July My wife Jane and I went on vacation with Rosa and Steve to her hometown. Instead of staying in a hotel, Rosa arranged for us to stay for free in some friend’s vacation house. Rosa and Steve stayed with her family. A couple blocks and a central plaza separated the two houses.

One night while there, my wife went back to the house early with a headache. Knowing that I was on my own for the evening, I stayed late drinking tequila with Steve and Rosa’s brothers. I was pretty drunk when I started the walk back through the empty streets to where we were staying.

Club activity continues.

For several months there were just the six of us meeting for the Men’s Club. John, my boss, would call me - Ted - into his office from time to time at work for some sexual relief. His calls for attention came especially near the end of a difficult day, occassionally in the morning when he came in frustrated from his wife turning him down the night before. He had me suck his cock and fucked me in the ass every time. Some times he reciprocated, sucking me and letting me fuck him. In the mornings he was freshly bathed, clean, smelling of aftershave and cologne. The afternoons were a bit of a challenge for me. By that time his crotch was sweaty, smelling and tasting of man musk from the day’s work in his fancy suits, peeing from time to time during the day.

Blair & his bullied teammate are locked in after practise.

The shower water has long since run cold. Those laughing, jeering voices have echoed into nothingness. Still I stand here, shivering and cowering, hoping like hell I am truly alone. Soon I will climb out of this cold, thundering stream and run through to the changing room. Naked. Those bastards have taken my towel and my sweaty cricket gear, even my box, shoes and socks.

I flick the tap off, momentarily staring down at my pale, goose-pimpled body. I’m tall, around 6′3″. Since I’ve gained height in a hurry over the last two years, I often feel uncoordinated. My wet arms are long and thin; lean, my Dad calls it. I’m like that all over. Sparse, black hair forms a triangle at the top of my chest and trails like ants to my pubes. To each soft, erected hair, a few tiny droplets of water cling, resisting the urge to run down my skin and join the rest on the floor. My nipples are blushing pink and have hardened in response to the cold air and water. Despite the temperature, the bruises are beginning to show on my chest. They sting a little as I move. I think the pressure of the shower has stirred them up.

How he learned the pleasure of submission.

The inspiration for the details of “She Learns Her Place” (another story I’ve posted here) is a fantasy that occurred to me a few years ago. I can’t really be sure why I had it, but it has definitely stuck with me over the years, and I never fail to get very turned on when I think about it. In this fantasy, I’m in the submissive role.

Anyway, the fantasy follows about the same lines, but involves a guy named John who I went to high school with and, among other things, had a near perfect body - especially his pecs, his abdomen and his arms … and a perfect butt too. He was on the swim team for years, and it showed. Not only was I jealous of his body, but I found that, over the years I knew him, I was attracted to him physically. But, I have to admit I never “liked” him in the way that I was attracted to women.

Businessman finds his bi side in Las Vegas.

I first saw him as we boarded the plane. He was about my height, about my age. There was that eye contact that men make. Yeah, I see you, I don’t think you are a threat, I’m not being antagonistic, I know who I am. They were the things men do with their eyes. He was one row ahead of me and in the aisle seat on the other side.

During the flight, I had to piss a couple of times. The first time, I was coming out of the john when he was going in. We were face to face and I noticed him looking at my eyes more than he needed to, like he knew me from somewhere. The second time, he was coming out and again he looked right into my eyes. I think I nodded a little in recognition then.

A search for a roomate yields more than Theo could hope for.

From deep in the bowels of Hell, the Prince of Darkness releases his hordes of foul, evil and dysfunctional minions bred for the sole purpose of showing up to roommate interviews. And I, Theodore, the legal head of household, must sit here through each horrifying, grueling one on one session with these abominations and remain cordial, collected and most of all, patient. They range from militant bull dykes to future residents of Death Row, closet Pyromaniacs, far-too-energetic athlete types, big, drunk bullies and I even had a bookworm shut-in who was possibly a mild agoraphobic. His fat, frightening mother did most of the talking. In all honesty, I felt bad for him, and I almost said yes, but then the image of his mother and I being on a first name basis made me reconsider my decision.

Football jocks go camping before their last game.

Derrick spread my thick legs apart and slipped his hard 9-inch cock into me. I screamed out in pleasure,” Fill me!”

All of a sudden I woke up in a hot sweat. My head was leaning against the car window and I quickly remembered that I was in Derrick’s car. We were on our way to the annual football team camping retreat. It was supposed to clear our minds before the final game against Green Valley High.

I normally love to go camping because I enjoy seeing the beautiful mountains and greenery. This trip however, was going to have my attention diverted elsewhere; my mind was on young hot football jocks.

Jason’s hypnotic history.

There was no way I could move on Wednesday, let alone teach, so I called in and cancelled my classes. (I could hear the disappointed moans all the way from campus.) I moved around in a weird daze, pain and post-coital glow together. I felt better after a hot bath. That sounds like a real girlie thing to do, but, hey, I’m quickly turning into a real girlie, or ‘bitch,’ if you prefer. I prefer ‘bitch,’ actually, but of course I don’t get a vote.

I’d have liked to call Master Jason, but he’d made it clear that I must not. I assumed that he had one or two more post-hypnotic sluts, like me, around town, but I’d never presume to ask him. If I needed to know, he’d tell me. Otherwise, I was simply to be available to him, whenever he wanted me.

A friend’s Halloween party ends with a surprise.

Jim and Ron had been best friends for many years. They first met in grade school when Ron’s family moved to the fairly quiet suburban town to get out of the hectic lifestyle of the big city. They quickly became best friends and remained so all through high school.

Jim and Ron both loved joking around and often kept their friends and classes laughing at their jokes and antics. They quickly gained the reputation of being “class clowns”. Both of them were natural hams and always seemed to be joking with each other or doing some sort of silly gag. Neither of them shied away from the spotlight and weren’t above making themselves look silly or doing weird things for the sake of a good laugh.

He has his first bisexual experience.

I never considered myself an especially sexual person. As a young man I wanted to try sex – and at the first opportunity I did. But while it was wonderful, and I repeated it as often as I reasonably could, I never had the all-consuming obsession with sex that many of my friends had. After college I did what everyone was doing – got a job, got married, had kids, and generally enjoyed life. After the first year, Julie and I had sex about once a week, and enjoyed it. Life was good.

At the time of this story, that wasn’t true for my best friend, Mark. His long-time girlfriend had been gone for several weeks, taking care of a sick relative. Mark, always absorbed with sex, was horny as hell. That’s why I wasn’t surprised to hear him bitching about being horny when I arrived to pick him up for our regular Saturday morning round of golf.