Sex in the Sky

Orion wants discipline; Kier gives it to him.

“He’s late.”

“I know.”

“Did you call him?”

“Home and cell, yeah. No answer.”

“He’s been late every fucking day.”

“I know, Chad.”

Chad pursed his purple glossed lips. “Well, Mr. Know-It-All, maybe you can tell me just how the fuck we’re supposed to record without a fucking singer!”

Kier sighed. Chad wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. A producer tends to notice when a prominent member of a band he’s currently recording shows up late every day. Lateness equals studio time wasted, which in turn equals money down the drain.

Dillon & Seth work for what they want.

“HI ALL. THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. LET ME KNOW, BOTH THROUGH VOTES AND COMMENTS. I ENJOY BOTH. NOW, ON WITH DILLON AND SETH’S STORY.”

At the sound of the front door opening, Dillon carefully put his glass down onto the table beside the couch. He nervously wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on the material covering his thighs as he fought to swallow his last sip of water.

The footsteps ascending the stairs could only belong to Seth. Dillon would recognize the energy behind them anywhere. It was muted a bit at the moment, but it would always be there. No matter what was happening in his life, Seth would still have a certain vitality that could never be stolen from him.

His first hotel meeting.

I had been to the bookstore many times and had a lot of fun going there. I knew I would continue to go there but since I had moved to Jackson it was less frequent. I also knew that I was wanting a little bit more out of this side of my life. I wanted to try to meet someone to hook up with occasionally. I wasn’t quite sure how to do this, but I knew if there was a way, it would have to be on the Internet. I started searching the Internet and looking for ways to meet men. I found a couple of dating sites specifically geared towards gays and or alternative lifestyles. I created my free accounts and started browsing through the listings. After a few weeks I still had no interested people. That’s when I stumbled upon Yahoo chat.

Married friends find a deeper level.

“What the heck is wrong with you, Adam?” I laughed. “You seem way out of joint. You miss your wife or something?”

Like each summer for the past five, our wives and kids (his three daughters, my two) had already departed for Montana. Like each summer for the past five, we both had started getting a bit cranky without some occasional sex to keep us calmed down. It was a standing joke/excuse for both of us to get a little testy.

“Come on, pal, you can talk to me. We have been through a lot together over the last several years. I know the aggravation you endured over that tenure business and we spent endless hours on that business venture. Come on, what’s eating you?”

A new experience hangs in the air.

From the moment I arrived I knew I was in for a treat. A sexual experience that would last with me forever. Janet had always been a sexual dynamo, and she could never get enough sex and was always trying out new things. I had only been going out with Janet for six months, and I already felt incredibly relaxed with her. Sometimes, I found, it could take years to be open about your sexual fantasies, but with Janet, it had only taken me a week, and already I was craving new fantasies as she had fulfilled those I had carried for years. Last week she gave me her pantyhose to wear and they felt great. They were a pair of ‘barely there’ coloured, gloss tights with a hi-leg patterned brief, and being slightly larger built than Janet, they were slightly tighter on me than on her, but the feeling against my legs was incredible. Every time I moved my legs, I could feel a soft sensational feeling spread across them, and best of all, she would proceed to shag me with her butt plug before sitting on top of me and riding me as if there was no tomorrow, and calling, or rather shouting at me, “bitch, fuck me harder bitch.” A year ago, I would never have dreamt of being dominated like this, but Janet had completely changed my attitude and brought out my deepest secret fantasies that I had, some of which I never even knew I possessed.

Timmy as a college freshman with a lot to learn.

“My initial story told of my first experience with another man. “My Cross Country Adventure” detailed my evening with Walt, the elderly gentlemen who picked me up while hitchhiking and taught me a great deal.

This story tells of my further explorations in this way of life. One thing I should have mentioned at the top of the last story was that these events happened in the late 70’s; a time when there were far fewer health concerns than there are today.

I encourage you to read the previous story, but it is NOT necessary in order to be able to read and hopefully enjoy this one. Don’t be put off by the 3 pages, as the last page is only one paragraph. Thanks!”

Older man submits to a younger man.

Tim’s hand moved back to his cock. The moisture from Hugh’s sucking and stroking had dried, but his cock was already growing hard again. He saw the younger gentleman walk into the house and heard his demand that Tim not come in unless he was ready to submit to him, with a swollen dick to prove it. That didn’t take long. Tim left his cock out as he opened the truck door and walked toward the farmhouse. His heart was beating fast, every step taking him closer to an experience he’d never had before, one where he would allow another to be the Boss, and not just another, but a younger man who he’d been infatuated with for weeks.

Video clerk teaches shoplifter about sexuality.

I was desperate and horny, and with my best friend Hunter deciding to take the “straight road,” I didn’t see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven’t gotten around to having one of those wrenching “Hi mom, I’m gay” moments yet, and I’m not sure I will, but I am gay.

Hunter’s gay too if he’d just lighten up about it, but he’s always been more conservative, with his short dark hair and his fast track career. He wants the wife and children in the suburbs. He wants the middle-class American success, and so he’s always had more drive.

First gay encounter at the gym.

I’m Nick, a married mid-30’s professional. I’m 5′11″, in shape, tan, brown eyes, black hair. I work out to stay in shape.

I was working out one night and was running late, the owner of the gym said I could stay late and finish my work-out and that Steve and Butch would be staying late to clean up and lock up. I didn’t see Steve or Butch while I finished up lifting weights, but when I got to the locker room and headed for the showers, I heard the water running and figured they were cleaning up themselves.

Jock gets a little extra from his Tutor.

“Good practice men. Now go shower up and get out of here.” Justin’s football coach said to the group of about 40 sweaty men that made up the football team of the college he attended. Once dismissed they straggled back to the locker rooms and started to undress and take their showers. This was always the worst part of practice for Justin, worse than any physical torment that the coaches could throw at them.

For you see, Justin was gay. While all the girls on campus almost threw themselves on him, he didn’t want their soft breasts or wet pussies. His mind was occupied with the hard muscles of a man, his cock dangling free between his legs, or even better, standing straight out at attention, aiming for his wet mouth, and of course, that delicious asshole buried between a man’s ass cheeks, like a treasure all for him. This made it unbelievably uncomfortable for him in the locker rooms and showers. All those hard male bodies, dangling cocks dripping soap onto the floor, suds running down the crack of the tight asses all around him was horrible torment for him. It was all he could do to not pop a boner right then and there and humiliate himself infront of the guys, no doubt suddenly becoming the target of ridicule and jokes.