Sex in the Sky

“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.

Chad flopped down behind his drum kit and shoved his bangs out of his eyes. “Dammit, Kier, this has got to stop.”

“He knows, Chad!” Jess looked up from tuning her bass long enough to glare at Chad. “We all fucking know, okay?”

“Well excuse me if I like to start a recording session on time. Bitch.” Chad picked a loose thread off of his glittery purple shirt and frowned fiercely at his painted nails.

Jess raised her brown eyes to the ceiling. “Jesus tap-dancing Christ, Chad. Do you have to be so fucking gay all the time?”

Kier suppressed a laugh. Chad could do things with the drums that you had to hear to believe, but his flamboyance made him an irresistible target for his band mates. He usually took their teasing in stride, but his gray eyes were stormy now. Kier decided to put a stop to it before it got any worse.

“Okay, Jess, stop picking on him. And you, Tom,” Kier pointed at the willowy blond guitarist, usually the worst of the lot when it came to teasing Chad, “just don’t even start.”

Tom widened his pale blue eyes. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to,” Chad said.

“Was not!”

“Were too!”

“Shut up!”

“Both of you shut up!” Kier shouted. He rubbed his eyes in the sullen silence. A nagging ache was starting in his temples. “I’m sure Orion will be here any minute. We need to be ready to start, and that means no fighting.”

“Orion’s not his real name,” Chad piped up after a moment.

“No! Really?” Jess rolled her eyes.

Chad ignored her. “He got it off a gay porn website. Some twink in a video. ‘Orion’s First Huge Cock’ or something like that.”

“Too much information, dude,” Tom muttered.

“How do you know that, anyhow?” Jess plucked idly at her bass, orange and white striped hair hanging in her face.

Chad smirked. “I know lots of things. We’ve known each other since grade school, remember?”

The door opened before anyone could say anything else and the man in question stumbled in. He looked like he’d been up all night. Which, Kier reflected, he probably had, if his recent pattern of behavior was any indication. His sweat-stained shirt hung open, revealing nicely ripped abs, and his button fly was half undone. The big, jade green eyes that captivated boys and girls alike were bloodshot, his skin even whiter than usual. His black hair stuck up in random directions, electric blue highlights glinting in the glare of the studio lights.

“Where the hell have you been?” Chad exploded before Kier could even open his mouth. He looked Orion up and down and shook his head.

“Out,” Orion answered. He shuffled over to the little refrigerator in the corner, pulled out a bottle of water, and drank half of it in one breath.

“Guy or girl?” Jess asked, eyeing the perfect set of tooth marks on Orion’s bare chest. Orion was bisexual and disgustingly peaceful about it.

“Both.” Orion flashed the grin that made otherwise sane people grovel at his feet. “Twins. Young and pretty.”

Tom laughed. “You’re a slut.”

“What can I say? Everybody wants me.” Orion bounded over and kissed Tom firmly on the mouth. “You want me, don’t you Tommy? C’mon, admit it.”

“Not even if you had a sex change, dude.” Tom pushed Orion’s hand away from his buttons and grinned. “You’re not my type.”

“Helloooooo!” Chad waved his drumsticks over his head. “Am I the only one who wants to get any recording done today? We have already lost an hour, thanks to Mr. Manwhore over there.”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad, Queenie,” Orion said. “We’re ready.”

Chad’s face flushed a pink nearly as bright as his hair. “I told you to quit calling me that.”

“I will,” Orion answered. “When you stop being such a fucking queen.”

“All right, that’s enough!” Kier shouted before Chad could do more than splutter. “God, you guys are worse than a bunch of fucking five-year-olds. Orion, we’re doing your final vocals for ‘Midnight’ first, and Chad is absolutely correct that we’ve already lost an hour thanks to you, so you better get it right.”

Orion’s face turned serious. “Sorry, Kier, really. I’ll nail it first take.”

Kier looked into Orion’s deceptively sweet face and felt his anger melting away. Orion was the only person in the world who could do that to him, with nothing but a look. Kier was thirty-five. He’d been producing for eleven years and had a reputation for being a tough son of a bitch. Then along came this boy, this smirking, self-satisfied youngster barely out of his teens who twisted Kier around his little finger with his evil angel eyes and childlike smile and free-spirited ways. It was infuriating.

“Okay. Well, good.” Kier ran a hand through his unruly brown curls. “All right, let’s do this.”

*****

The session went much better than Kier had expected. Orion did indeed nail the ‘Midnight’ vocals on the first take. Consequently, ‘Midnight’ was finished early enough that they had time to do scratch vocals and basic instrument tracks for the next song on the list before their studio time was up for the day.

“Great job, guys,” Kier said as the band gathered jackets and keys. “You’ve got tomorrow off, but be back here same time Monday.”

“I’ll be here,” Chad said, giving Orion a pointed look. “See you, Kier.” He swayed out the door without a backward glance.

Tom and Jess followed, already discussing what to do with their day off. Orion started to trail behind them. Kier called to him before he could leave.

“Orion,” he said. “I need to talk to you for a minute.”

Orion glanced at Jess and Tom as they left the room, then sauntered over to Kier. “What’s up?”

Kier smiled at him. “You did great today. But listen, you’ve gotta stop being late for recording, okay? We can’t count on this good a session every time, and we’re gonna fall behind schedule if you keep doing this.”

Orion hung his head and gazed up at Kier through thick black lashes. “I’m sorry, Kier, I really am. I don’t mean to waste studio time, it’s just… well, I’m having fun here. I can’t believe how many people want to get with me all of a sudden, since the last album hit so big.” He gave an oddly shy smile. “It’s kind of cool.”

“I’m not telling you to stop having fun. Go out and enjoy yourself, do what you want. But you show up here on time and ready to record, or this album’s gonna be a fucking disaster. I do not want that to happen, Orion. I have a lot riding on you guys. I believe one hundred percent in your talent, but talent’s not enough. You have to prove to me that you can be professional too, and that means being where you’re supposed to be, when you’re supposed to be there, ready to work. Got that?”

Orion nodded. “Yeah, I got it. I’ll do better, I swear.”

“Good.” Kier slapped Orion’s back. “Now go on and have a good time. Just be careful, huh? Just because someone looks sweet and innocent doesn’t mean they can’t give you something you don’t want.”

“Don’t think I’ll go cruising tonight anyhow, I’m not in the mood. Think I’ll just go out for a few drinks or something. Hey, you wanna come with? I’m buying.”

Kier shook his head. “No thanks. I think I’ll stay here and get some mixing done.”

“Dude, work’s not everything. Take some time off, huh? Let the engineers do some of it.”

“You know I like to do the mixing myself. Anyhow, I’ll have time to get some work done and still go out tonight, if I want.”

“Bet you won’t. Bet you’ll still be here at midnight.”

“Bet you’re right.”

They both laughed. Orion tilted his head to the side and gave Kier a curious look. “What do you do for fun, Kier? I only ever see you here, but you can’t work all the time. You got a girl? Or maybe a boy?”

Kier arched an eyebrow. “No, not at the moment. I don’t have time.” He tried not to think of the screaming fight he’d had with Colin the day they’d broken up. It was nine months before, but he could still hear Colin’s accusations like it was yesterday: that he was cold, uncaring, a workaholic. The hell of it was, Colin was right. Kier had decided that day to stop trying to pretend he could sustain a relationship. He couldn’t do it without giving up the career he loved, and he wasn’t willing to give that up for anything.

“Kier?”

Orion’s voice brought Kier abruptly out of his thoughts. Kier cleared his throat. “Sorry, zoned out there for a sec.”

“What were you thinking of?”

“Old boyfriend. We were together for four years. He left me because I work too much.”

Orion stepped closer. Kier could smell the stale sweat on his skin. His groin twitched, and he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to push Orion away or pull him to the floor and have him.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for queer,” Orion said.

Kier laughed. “We’re not all like Chad.”

Orion stared at him, and he stared back. He couldn’t look away. His head started to whirl. When Orion blinked and dropped his gaze to the floor, Kier felt oddly relieved. He’d been dangerously close to indulging his long-suppressed desire to bend the boy over and fuck him until he screamed for mercy.

“Um, okay. I’m gonna go now.” Orion glanced up at Kier, then turned away and left before Kier could think of a single thing to say.

Kier stood there for a while, staring at the door. He knew that Orion had seen the lust in his eyes; the look on the young man’s face left no doubt about that. All he could do now was hope that it didn’t affect the album. He could handle it if Orion hated him, but he wouldn’t tolerate personal feelings interfering with work. He sighed wearily.

“Kier, you fucking idiot, you know you can’t ever let ‘em see you looking,” he said out loud to the empty studio. He turned on his heel and stomped into the booth, slamming the door behind him.

***** Time slipped by like it always did when Kier immersed himself in mixing. It was his favorite part of making an album. He loved to take the raw sounds, twist and pull and swirl them into something stunning. And that was ridiculously easy with this band.

Orion liked to play up his Slutty Party Boy image, God only knew why, but he had the soul of a poet. The songs he wrote had a fierce, untamed beauty that shone through like a supernova. To man like Kier, who had a natural talent for bringing out the best in any song, finding the right mix for one of Orion’s creations was a simple matter of letting the music guide him.

He jumped about a foot when the studio door banged open. Orion staggered inside. “Kier!” he shouted. “I know you’re still here, where the fuck are you?”

Kier glanced up at the clock. 11:30; an early evening for Orion. He leaned forward and thumbed the studio speakers on.

“In the booth,” he said into the mic, trying not to laugh when Orion yelped and nearly tripped over his own feet trying to turn in every direction at once. “C’mon in, I’m just working on ‘Midnight’ now.”

Orion nodded, grinned, and gave Kier a thumbs-up. Kier shook his head as Orion weaved his way over to the door into the booth.

“Heeey, man!” Orion slurred. “I figured you’d still be here, so I thought I’d come over and keep you company.” He flopped down onto the leather sofa and slung a denim clad leg over the back.

“Thoughtful,” Kier said. “You’re drunk.”

“Only a lot. That bar around the corner mixes ‘em strong. More Jack than Coke, you know?”

Kier swiveled his chair to face the young man lying on the couch. Orion grinned back at him. The singer wore a long sleeved blue shirt made of some sheer material that clung to him like cellophane. Kier could see his flat pink nipples and dark treasure trail clear as day. The ears of the Bugs Bunny tattoo on his left hip peeked above his low slung jeans.

“So what’s wrong, Orion?” Kier said after a long moment. “Why’re you really here?”

Orion widened his eyes. “I told you, I wanted to come keep you company! It’s Saturday night, for fuck’s sake, no one ought to be alone.”

“I’m fine alone. You, however, have usually lured some poor unsuspecting soul into your bed by now. So what gives?”

Orion gave a wry laugh and sat up. “Yeah, okay. So I met this chick, right? Goth girl, the kind that looks like she might bite. Hotter than fuck. We went to her place.”

Orion fell silent. Kier leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Turns out she’s a lot more vanilla than she looks.”

“You wanted it kinky and she didn’t?”

“You could say that. I asked her to tie me up and spank me. She called me a perv and told me to get the hell out.” He shook his head. “Some groupie.”

Kier laughed, trying to ignore the way his crotch ached at the thought of Orion bound and naked, his ass striped with red. “You’ve got a long way to go before you’re famous enough to find groupies when you’re not on tour, kiddo. That girl took you home because you’re brutally hot, not because she had any idea who the fuck you are.”

Orion smiled in a way that threatened to scramble Kier’s brains. “You think I’m hot?”

Kier shook his head. “Don’t even go there. You know exactly how gorgeous you are. You use it all the fucking time.”

Orion’s smile faded. He looked young and fragile, and Kier felt like a heel for putting that look on his face. He reached out and took Orion’s hand.

“Look, of course I think you’re hot,” he said. “Everybody does, and you damn well know it.”

“I don’t try to get by on my looks. I’ve worked really hard to get this band off the ground. Me and Chad have dreamed about this since fifth grade, it’s all we’ve fucking wanted for most of our lives.”

“I know. I didn’t mean…”

“Yeah, you did.” Orion gave him a little half smile. “Guess I can’t blame you. Everybody thinks that.”

“Orion, look. It doesn’t matter what people think. I know how hard you’ve worked for your success. I know it didn’t just fall into your lap. But you’re gonna throw it all away if you’re not careful. I mean you’re out every night, getting drunk or high, picking up boys or girls or sometimes both, then showing up late and hungover for interviews and performances and recording sessions. Yeah, it’s rock and roll, you can get away with it for a while, but eventually it’ll wear you down. Then one day you’ll wake up and realize you can’t write anymore, that you don’t have it in you to perform anymore, and that’ll be the end. I’ve seen it happen more times than I can count. I don’t want to see it happen to you.”

“I know, Kier. I know. But I can’t seem to stop. I don’t know why, I just… can’t stop.” Orion looked up at Kier with pure misery in his eyes.

Kier got up and sat on the sofa next to Orion. He wrapped an arm around the young man and pulled him close. Orion leaned his head on Kier’s shoulder.

“You’ll be okay,” Kier said. “You just need to get all the partying and sleeping around out of your system, that’s all. The trick is to not let it destroy you in the meantime.”

“I don’t wanna do it anymore. I’m tired, Kier. I want to stop. But I can’t.” He pressed closer. “Will you help me?”

“Of course I’ll help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me.”

“I need you now.” Orion turned his head and nuzzled Kier’s neck.

Kier licked his suddenly dry lips. “Orion, what are you doing?”

“I need you, Kier.” Orion kissed Kier’s throat. “I need you.” He slid a hand into Kier’s hair, licked his ear. “I fucking need you right now.”

“Orion… God…” Kier swallowed. “This is… this is just more of the same. Sleeping with me isn’t going to help you.”

Orion ran his tongue along Kier’s jaw, pulling a soft groan from his mouth. “You’re the only one who can give me what I need.”

Kier let out a breathless laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You fuck somebody different every night, you sure as hell don’t need to fuck me.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Orion pulled back. His eyes burned with an intensity Kier had never seen in them before.

“What, then? You know I’ll help you any way I can.” Kier stroked Orion’s cheek. Part of him was disappointed, but he clamped down hard on that part and let his considerable relief wash over him.

It was short lived. Orion slithered up onto Kier’s lap, straddling him. He wrapped both arms around Kier’s neck and stared down into his eyes.

“I need you to be firm with me, Kier. I need you to take me in hand and make me be good. Make me do what I can’t make myself do.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against Kier’s. “Please.”

Kier started to say something. Then Orion’s mouth was on his, wet and open, and he couldn’t think. He responded with a hunger he didn’t think he had in him anymore, crushing Orion’s slender body against his and kissing him deeply. He tasted whiskey on the slick tongue probing his mouth.

Several heated minutes passed before Kier could force himself to break the kiss. He pulled away with a tremendous effort and looked up into Orion’s eyes.

“Stop,” he gasped. “Orion, no, we can’t do this.”

Orion spread his legs wider and pushed his groin against Kier’s belly. His arousal was unmistakable. “I know you want me. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

“I do. That’s not the point.”

“What other point do you need?” Orion dipped his head and pulled on Kier’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You need a good fuck, and I need discipline. It’s mutually beneficial.”

Kier grabbed Orion’s face firmly in both hands. Orion went still.

“I know everyone thinks I’m a cold-hearted bastard,” Kier said. “And I am, usually. But you do something to me, Orion. I can’t stay mad at you, and I don’t think I could ever raise a hand to you. If you think you need discipline, you’re going to have to find it inside yourself, because I can’t give it to you.”

Kier was startled to see Orion’s eyes well with tears. “You have to. No one else will. No one else ever has.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Kier brushed the tears from Orion’s cheeks. “You can do this, I’ll help you, we can…”

“No!” Orion shouted. He pushed away and stumbled to his feet. “Don’t you fucking get it? I have always gotten my way, Kier. I’ve always gotten whatever I want. And I’m fucking sick of it! I’m a weak person, Kier. I like drinking, I like taking drugs, I like to fuck. Maybe that was okay before. But now it’s too much. I’m sick of it all, I’m worn out. I can feel the music leaving me. And I can’t stop it, I want to stop it but I can’t.”

He broke off, eyes darting frantically around the little room. Kier stared at him, stunned.

“I can’t do this by myself,” Orion continued in a small, broken voice. “Please help me. Please.” He leaned back against the control panel and buried his face in both hands.

Kier stood and pulled Orion into his arms. He kissed the singer’s forehead and stroked his back. “I’ll help you, Orion, you know that.”

“Discipline me, then. That’s the only thing that’ll work now.”

“I can’t do that, not the way you mean.” Kier lifted Orion’s chin. “I’ll do anything else, but I can’t do that.”

Orion stared silently at him for a moment, his face raw and wounded. Then suddenly his eyes hardened and he pushed Kier roughly away.

“You can’t, huh? Fine. You can’t hurt me? You can’t, what was it, ‘raise a hand’ to me, huh?” He whirled around and started pushing levers and turning dials on the audio interface board. “What about now, huh?”

Kier pulled his hands away. “Stop that. You want to fuck up your album?”

Orion nodded. “Yeah, I do. What do you think of that?” He jerked loose of Kier’s grip and flipped a couple more switches before Kier could pull him away.

This is nice, Sandy. That’s some fence. How tall is it?”

“It’s eight feet. I value my privacy. I had to get a zoning variance for it, but the neighbors all around like their privacy as much as I like mine so there weren’t any protests. Let’s go inside and get a beer.”

I followed her back across the yard and into the house. Sandy took a couple of brews out of the refrigerator. “Would you like a glass.” I shook my head ‘no’. “Let me show you some of the house.” She showed me around. A central hall was lined with framed photographs. I recognized Tina and Cindy whom I’d met at the bar Sandy took me to. They were each in several pictures, both alone and together. A couple of the pictures were nude figure studies and in one, the two women were holding hands and kissing.

Sandy watched me as I looked at the photos. There were several studies of nude men too. “Photography has been my hobby since I was in high school. I like doing figure studies and I’m fortunate in having some friends who are willing to indulge me and pose for me. Would you like to see my studio and darkroom?”

I followed her downstairs into the basement. In one corner was what looked like a large closet. The basement wall next to it was line with cupboards and a long counter. “That’s my dark room and work bench. I make many of my own frames.”

The rest of the basement was fitted with lights, diffusers and reflectors, and various panels. Two rather expensive looking cameras and tripods sat off to one side. Several pieces of furniture, which I presumed Sandy used a props were lined up along one wall. Another wall was painted a light gray color. A wood and metal frame was bolted to the wall. It looked like a set of exercise bars that used to be found in old time gymnasiums. Another wooden frame was leaning against the wall and some sort of furniture, which was completely covered by a heavy looking black cloth, was next to it.

“Let me show you what I’m working on now.” I followed her to her work bench. She sat her bottle of beer down and handed me a framed picture. It was of a nude couple whom I didn’t recognize. They were holding hands and standing a planting of bushes and flowers. I recognized it as one of the plantings in the back yard. There were also several other frames in various stages of completion. “Sometimes, I have too many projects going.”

Sandy turned and started up the stairs. When we got to the kitchen she opened the refrigerator and handed me a twelve pack of bottled beer. “There’s a cooler on the patio. Could you put these in it, please?”

“Sure. Is there anything else I can carry?”

“No, I’ll bring the meat for the grill and put it in the cooler too.”

The cooler was already half full so I removed two cold bottles before emptying the twelve pack into the cooler. After Sandy placed the plate of meat in the cooler, I popped the top on the brews and handed her one, “Do you use a digital camera for other than work?”

“Sometimes I do, Gary, when I’m trying to set up for a landscape, but I’ve never used one for my figure studies.”

“I was just wondering. My folks gave me one for graduation. I’ve used it a little bit, but I’m still learning”

“You should have brought it over. We could have fooled around with it a little bit. Excuse me, I’ll be right back.”

When Sandy returned she had her digital camera and a tripod. “Let’s get some snapshots.”

We took turns taking some pictures of each other and of the yard. We finally quit fooling around and grilled some hamburgers. After we ate, we were sitting at the table and polishing off our third beer each. I raised my bottle, “You want another?”

Sandy raised hers in return, “Sure. Why not?”

I got two more bottles out of the cooler. Sandy was looking at me as I walked back to the table. She picked up the camera, “Take your shirt off, Gary.” I set the bottles on the table and pulled my t-shirt over my head. She shot a series of snaps as I did so. “Turn around.” More snaps. “You’ve have a nice tan. Guys are lucky that they can work without their shirts.”

“Well, it’s pretty private here in your yard. You said you wished you could go without a shirt, so why don’t you?”

Sandy laughed as she put the camera down, “You’re right. I think I will.” She turned her back as she pulled her sports bra over her head. She tossed it on the table and ran her fingers through her hair before she turned around. “Ta da!” Her arms were wide spread as she turned to face me, “What do you think of my hooters?”

“You’re beautiful!” Sandy was large breasted, but her breasts looked full and firm. They didn’t sway or bobble or jiggle as she moved. “Hand me the camera, please.” Sandy handed me the camera and I stepped back. “Keep turning and moving.” I snapped away as she moved. She cupped one breast in the palm of her hand and I got a series of shots as she wet a finger tip and ran it around and over her nipple.

She moved to the table and took a sip of beer. She surprised me by facing me and undoing the fly on her short shorts. I shot several pictures as she pushed them to her ankles, then kicked them away as she turned her back to me. She was wearing a tight, white t-back thong. She put her hands behind her head and turned so she wasn’t quiet facing me head on. Sandy placed her feet apart, tipped her head and shoulders back, and thrust her chest out.

I took a series of pictures as she worked through a series of poses before stopping to get another drink of beer. “Geez, Sandy, that series will give a statue an erection.”

Sandy laughed, “Really? Let me see.” She took the camera and scanned through the images. She laughed again, “I’ve always wanted to do that. It’s your turn.”

I laughed as I pushed my shorts down, “I’m not wearing a thong so you’re going to get the full monty.” She was snapping pics as I took my shorts and underwear off. I slipped off my sandals and kicked my clothing aside. I was completely nude in the backyard of the home of one of my bosses’. Of course, I had been nude in the backyard of my other boss, but it was with his daughter, not the boss himself.

As I stood up, I struck a muscle pose. Sandy told me to keep moving. I moved out into the sunny yard and continued to pose for her as she followed me around. It was warm in the sun and my scrotum was relaxed so my balls hung low beneath my cock . They moved and swung as I moved around. Finally she stopped, “Let’s see what we have.” I walked over and stood behind her as she scanned through the pictures. Sandy looked up at me, “You’re something to look at, Gary. See.” She held the camera up so I could see the screen.

I put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was sweaty. I looked at the pics as she scanned trough the frames. I bent my head down and kissed the side of her neck. “You smell good.” The back of her neck was wet and her hair was damp. Sandy gasped softly as I kissed then licked her sweaty neck. “Taste good, too.”

When I straightened up, she leaned back against my chest. Her butt pressed against my thighs. I put my arms around her and rested my hands on her belly. She turned her head and kissed my arm. I raised my hands until each of her breasts was floating on the palm of my hands. Her nipples were hard and projecting like little erasers so I thumbed them. Sandy was rubbing her butt against me which was stimulating my cock..

As I played with her breasts and nipples, she sighed, “I like that.”

“Me too.”

She rubbed harder and giggled, “I can tell. Remember how I said I liked for my body to be touched all over by strong hands?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Let’s forget about any more pictures and touch each other all over.”

I turned her around then dropped to my knees in front of her. The front of her white thong was wet and almost transparent. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or pussy juice. So I licked her. It was pussy juice. Sandy gasped loudly as I pushed my mouth against her and began to suck her pussy through the thin wet cloth of her thong.

I stopped eating her long enough to sit down with my legs between her feet. I started pulling her thong down over her hips. Sandy didn’t protest. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. I helped her balance on one foot then the other as she took off the thong.

After pulling her closer, I began to lick her pussy again. I slowly lay back and Sandy slowly bent her knees until I was flat on my back and she was kneeling over my face with her juicy pussy pressed against my hungry lips. After parting her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue, I was able to tongue fuck her for a few minutes before moving up to her clit.

Sandy’s clit was erect like a cock. I rubbed the flat of my tongue all around and over her before I took it between my lips and gently sucked it. She was pinching and twisting her nipples when she clamped her thighs against my head. I sucked harder on her clit as she pushed her pussy against my face. She clamped even tighter as an orgasm rolled through her body. Sandy relaxed her thigh muscles a little and I licked and sucked her as she ground her pussy against my lips and tongue.

I lay back on the grass and reached up to touch her breasts. Sandy covered my hands with hers. She moved back and lay down on top of me. We kissed as she touched my face and I stroked and caressed her from her head down to her hips.

I don’t know how long we kissed and caressed, but after Sandy rolled off to lay beside me, we realized it was completely dark. I turned onto my side so I could stroke her belly and breasts and suck her hard nipples. Sandy touched my face, “I don’t suppose you can stay the night?”

“I’d love too, but,” I touched her face.

“But, your parents are expecting you to not come home too late.”

“Something like that. I’m sorry I can’t stay.”

“Don’t be sorry. We’ll have other times.”

We got up and gathered up our clothes. I got dressed, but Sandy remained nude. We kissed and hugged good night before Sandy let me out the front door.

I slept fairly late the next morning. When I woke up I noticed pieces of grass on the sheets. I showered before I went downstairs. Marcia was sitting at the table eating a half a grapefruit. “Boy, you must have got in pretty late. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Well, I tried to be quiet and wake anyone.” I poured myself a glass of juice. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“They must have got in late too. They haven’t come down.”

“I’m going to scramble some eggs. ‘You want some, Marcia?”

“No, thanks. I’ve got to get going. I’m going to some of the car lots and look around since no salesmen won’t be there to pester me today. You want to come along?”

“Thanks, but I’d better makes sure I’ve got all the homework done for classes tomorrow.”

Mom and dad came down just as Marcia left. We ate breakfast together. They were drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper when I went upstairs. I checked over the homework. It was all done. I had just started reading ahead in a textbook when my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Gary. This Bubbie”

I lowered my voice, “Hi Bubbie, what’s happening?”

“We haven’t seen each other and I wondered if you might like to come over for a while this afternoon.”

“That’d be great, Bubbie. What time?”

“Any time you like.”

“Well, I’ve finished all my class work so how does in an hour sound?”

“That’s fine. See you in an hour, Gary.”

I went downstairs. Mom and dad were still at the table reading the paper.

“I’m going over to Coach’s for a little bit. I haven’t seen him or talked with him since just after graduation.”

Dad looked up from the paper, “Tell him ‘hello’ for us.”

“We’ll have dinner around six tonight, Gary.”

“O.K., Mom. I’ll be home well before then.”

When I got to Coach’s place he met me at the front door. As soon as the door was closed he hugged and kissed me, “It’s good to see you again, Gary. How’s the job and school going?”

“Fine, Bubbie. My bosses are easy to work for and, so far, the school work hasn’t been overwhelming. How’s your summer going?”

“It’s been very nice. I’ve taken a class myself and I’ve taken a couple of weekend trips. But I didn’t ask you to come over just so we could talk about school. I have something to show you. Let me get some drinks and snacks and we’ll go to the den.”

The den was more like a home theatre. There was a huge flat screen television on one wall. Across from it was a large comfortable looking sofa. Bubbie set the food and drink on a coffee table in front of the sofa. “Have a seat.”

We sat beside each other. He picked up a remote and dimmed the lights and turned on the television.

I looked at him, “That’s cool.”

He smiled, “Yes, it is. I had some extra funds and, since I’ve never really used the den, I decided to make it into a home theatre with all the bells and whistles.” He pressed a button and the sound and a picture came up on the television.

The picture was of the room in the basement. There were no people in the room, but the swing with all of its’ straps and chains was hanging from the ceiling. The picture faded to black then when it reappeared, the picture was of me being strapped into the swing during the party that Bubbie gave after graduation. Bubbie put his arm around my shoulders as we watched me get face and ass fucked by the members of the club.

“The class I took was in computer video editing.”

“I didn’t know there were video cameras downstairs.”

“Yes, there are several.” The scene on the screen changed to an overhead view of me with my mouth and ass full of hard cock. My legs and thighs were held apart by the straps so my balls and cock, which were secured by a cockstrap, were prominent in the picture. My balls looked swollen and full and my cock was hard against my stomach.

I put my hand on Bubbie’s leg. He pulled it into his lap. “Feel me. I get hard just thinking about you, Gary.” His cock felt like a piece of pipe. I leaned over and unfastened the fly of his pants. His thong underwear couldn’t contain his hard cock.. Bending down, I was able to kiss his cockhead. Bubbie laughed softly, “Aren’t you going to watch the video?”

I turned my head and looked up at him, “I was there. Remember?” I turned my face back to his cock.

Bubbie sighed as I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock so that his cockhead was nearly in my throat. “Yes, I remember you were there.” He touched my hair lightly, “And you’re here now. My young lover is here with me now.”

While I sucked Bubbie’s cock, I unbuttoned my shirt. Bubbie caressed and rubbed my back after he helped me slip it off. His hands moved down to the waistband of my shorts. I stopped sucking and stood up. Bubbie unfastened the waistband and fly and pushed my shorts and underwear down my legs. My hard cock sprung upright as my clothing was pushed down. I slipped off my sandals then shook the rest of my clothes off over my feet. I stood naked in front of the man who had been my high school basketball coach and who now called me his lover.

Bubbie put his hand on my hip then ran it across my skin to my cock. He touched it lightly, “You’re gorgeous.”

I smiled at him, “I always get a big hard-on when I make love to your cock.”

He was unbuttoning his shirt as I stepped up onto the sofa with my feet straddling his hips. He smiled up at me, tipped his head back and opened his mouth. I pressed my cock down and he closed his eyes as I rubbed it across his lips before feeding my hard cock into his warm mouth. Bubbie put his hands on my hips and pulled me deeper into his mouth. I began to rock a little so my cock slipped in and out of his mouth. His hands moved around to my butt. He spread my ass cheeks and I felt his fingers in my ass crack and on my butt hole.

I almost lost my balance. Bubbie let my cock drop out of his mouth, “I love eating you, but I love being fucked by you.” He quickly undressed. “There’s a bottle of lotion in the cabinet over there.”

He watched as I got the lotion and while I lubed my cock. Bubbie leaned over the back of the sofa so his shoulders and chest were supported. He spread his feet apart as I stepped behind him. I ran the head of my cock up and down his ass crack. After applying some more lotion. I pressed the cockhead against his asshole and pushed. He was looking over his shoulder and smiling at me as my cock slowly slipped into his ass.

I pushed it in deep and then slowly pulled it almost out. “Fuck me hard and fast, Gary. I want to feel your balls banging against mine.”

“You got it, Coach.” I began to fuck him hard and fast just like he asked. All I could hear was puffing and grunting and skin slapping together. Bubbie began to clinch and then relax his sphincter muscle as my cock slid in and out. He groaned when I started rotating my hips. I don’t know how long we fucked but his cock milking ass action was bringing me off. I reached under him and wrapped my hand around his hard cock as I buried my cock as deep as I could in his ass.

Bubbie pushed back hard as his ass muscles squeezed my cock. I let out a gasp. He grunted as I blew my load into his guts. After cumming with an intensity that almost hurt, I lay over Bubbie’s back and kissed his neck. He turned his head so I could kiss his cheek.

The video of the party was still running. We watched the scene where the cockstrap was unsnapped and my balls erupted and blew my cum clear up to my face. Bubbie laughed, “I wish you could cum like that just once in my ass.”

“I couldn’t hold it any longer.”

“I can see why,” Bubbie laughed again, “You were awfully excited.”

“I sure was.”

“Several of the club members told me that was some of the best sucking and fucking they’d had in some time and they wondered if you would like to be the center of attention again some time?”

I kissed his cheek and stuck my tongue in his ear, “I sure would, but right now I want to be fucked.”

Bubbie turned over beneath me and we kissed a deep mouth probing kiss. I got off of him. Bubbie got up and pulled a straight back chair to a spot in front of the sofa. He sat down and I got down on my knees so I could get him ready. After gently sucking each of his nuts and licking his cock all over, I took him into my warm mouth and sucked him deep and hard.

When we were satisfied that Bubbie’s cock was as hard as it was going to get, I smeared it with the lotion. I stood with my back to him and he guided me back so my asshole was positioned over his cock. I moaned softly as I sat down and his cock pushed up my ass.

When I was fully seated and fully filled with cock, Bubbie put his arms around me. He rubbed my chest and played with my nipples with one hand while he used his other hand to hold my slippery cock and jack me off. I began flexing my sphincter muscle to squeeze his hard cock. I couldn’t ride up and down on his cock, but that was o.k., I was enjoying the jack off and the nipple play.

Bubbie was enjoying it too because he thrust his hips up and his cock twitched and pulsed as I felt the warmth of his cum spewing into my ass. We sat still for a few minutes before showering together. After we washed our cocks clean of the lotion and ass juices, I sucked the last of Bubbie’s cum from his balls. He sucked me until I shot a small load into his mouth. We finished showering and I got dressed. We kissed ‘goodbye’ and I got home in time to help set up for the Sunday evening barbecue.

As we ate, we talked about what we had done during the week and what our plans were for the coming week. Dad asked what Coach wanted to see me about. I told him that he had some old films of some games and he thought I might like watching some of them.

After watching some television and reading parts of the Sunday papers, I went up to my room and made sure I had everything that I needed for classes in the morning. I changed into a set of scrubs before looking through a couple of car magazines. I heard a light tap and the door opened, “Hi, big brother. May I come in?”

“Hi, little sister. Yes, you may. How did your day of looking at cars go?”

Marcia came over behind me and put her arms around my neck, ” I saw a couple that looked nice and were priced about right. Could you go with me after classes tomorrow and look at them with me?”

“I think so. Let me call Dan or Sandy and see if it is o.k. that I skip work tomorrow afternoon.” There was no answer at Dan’s. He and Laura were probably in their hot tub and she was probably giving him one of her deep, full service blowjobs. I wouldn’t answer the phone either. Sandy answered on the first ring. We chatted a minute and she said that would be o.k. We talked for a couple minutes more then said goodnight and goodbye. “Good news. Sandy says that’s fine. They’ll see me Tuesday morning.”

Marcia smiled, “Cool!” She walked over and sat on my bed. She was wearing her long sleep t-shirt and when she tucked her legs up under herself, she exposed a whole lot of nice looking leg and thigh. She looked sort of pensive and she fiddled with her t-shirt for a minute, “May I ask you something?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Have you ever had another guy come on to you?”

“Uhh, come on how?”

“Uh, you know, being real friendly and maybe touching your arm or hand and,” Marcia finished with a rush, “and acting like they want to make out with you.”

“Uh, no. Not really.” Not if I didn’t count Kenny, Chuck, Gene, Coach and all the men in his club, Gord and his transsexual wife, Billy, and Dan, my boss. “Who came on to you? If I may ask.”

“Remember the day Kenny’s sister Eva invited me over to swim? Well, after I got there we went out to the pool. After putting my stuff down, we swam for a little bit then got out to lay in the sun. After I dried off, I started putting sunblock on and Eva asked me if she could help. I said sure and said it would be great if she did my back. She rubbed lotion on my back and the backs of my legs.”

“Sounds as if she was just being helpful.”

“Well, when she was doing my shoulders, she put her face next to mine and I thought she was going to kiss me. She had me pull my lounge right next to hers and when we talked, she touched my hands and arms and would put her face really close to mine.”

“That’s just her style. Eva likes people. Remember how she said she like your tan?”

“That was something else. She asked me if I ever sunbathed in the nude.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I just said no and she never brought it up again.”

“So what’s the big deal? That’s one of Eva’s secrets. She sunbathes and sleeps nude.”

“How do you know that?”

“Kenny told me.”

“How does he know?”

“He said he came home early from work one afternoon and she was sunbathing without her suit. He banged the gate and dawdled but he said she never panicked or covered up. She was lying on her stomach and he said she looked over at him and said ‘You’re home early’. Later, he asked her how long she had been sunbathing without a suit. She told almost as long as she had slept without clothes. She also told him she sleeps nude because the sheets polish her skin.”

Marcia grinned, “That’s too much information. And I didn’t know about the sheets polishing skin.”

“You didn’t tell her you sleep nude? Don’t worry about Eva. She’s just a really nice, friendly girl.”

“No. Speaking of sleep, we both better get some.” Marcia got off the bed. “Give me a goodnight kiss.”

I stood up. Marcia put her arms around me and hugged me tight. I could feel her breasts flatten against me and I could feel her nipples against my chest. I know she could also feel my dick pressing against her. The kiss became a probing French kiss again and I could feel Marcia’s warm skin through her thin sleep t-shirt.

We broke the kiss and she grinned as she turned to go, “Wow!” I followed her to the hall. She went into her room and partially closed the door. Just as I turned to start walking down the hall, she waved the sleep t-shirt out of the partially closed door. I heard a soft giggle as the door closed completely.

Monday classes and the trip to look at the cars Marcia liked went well. She wanted to look more before she decided. On Tuesday, I worked at finishing the interior painting. Sandy came over in the afternoon to help. We were finishing one of the bedrooms when, out of nowhere, she said, “I hope you weren’t shocked by my behavior Saturday evening.”

“I hope mine didn’t shock you either,” I smiled, “I rather enjoyed Saturday evening.”

She smiled broadly, “I enjoyed it too. I wish you could have stayed.”

I just sort of sighed.

Sandy grinned, “We need to get you a place of your own.”

We continued to work together the rest of the day. After dinner, I got on the computer and checked my e-mail. There was one from Kenny. He said they would be home Thursday afternoon because his folks were leaving Friday morning for weekend at the cabin since his dad had been working and batching by himself all week. Eva had her car so she was going to stay with her grandmother until Saturday morning. He wanted me to come over to his place Friday afternoon. He wrote that he had a full load and that he was hungry and tight and he hoped I was too. It looked like I would miss work again Friday.

The rest of the week seemed to move slowly. Classes were o.k. and there wasn’t much homework. Sandy wasn’t able to work with me. She and Dan were busy with the paperwork, financing, and the closing details for the houses that they had bought at the auction. I asked them if I could take Friday afternoon off. They both just said ‘Making a long weekend, huh’. Friday morning finally arrived. While showering, I carefully shaved my balls and cock clean and smooth as a surprise for Kenny.

At breakfast I told everyone that I was going to have lunch and spend the afternoon with Kenny. Dad asked if missing work would cause problems. I told him I had asked if it was o.k. and both Dan and Sandy said yes.

Classes seemed to take forever to come to an end. Kenny met me after classes and we grabbed a couple of burgers and brews before we headed back to his place.

“So how was your visit?”

“I thought it would never end. Both my mom and my grandmother are sweethearts, being around them all day, every day, nearly drove me out of my skull. And I’ve been horny as hell.”

“Well, I think we know how to take care of that.”

Kenny grinned, “Yeah, let’s go do it.”

When we got to his place, Kenny headed for the pool house. Once inside, he dragged a cushion off a lounge and down to the floor. I laughed as I watched him, “Boy, that brings back memories.”

He kicked off his running shoes, and pushed his shorts down. “It sure does, remember when we sucked off Chuck and Gene in here.”

I pulled my t-shirt over my head, “Yeah, that was cool.”

Kenny was taking off his t-shirt. I noticed he was up and ready and ready to play. “Boy, you are horny.” I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them.

Kenny looked down at his hard cock, “I told you so.”

“Let’s get that taken care of.” I kneeled down on the cushion. He grinned as I wrapped my hand around his cockshaft. “Come here, you.” Normally, if Kenny’s cock is already hard when I begin to suck it, I start by lubing the shaft and head of his cock by licking it up and down and around and all over. But I opened my mouth and pushed it over his cockhead and down his shaft as far as I could go without gagging myself.

I held it there as I rubbed him with my tongue. With tightly sealed lips, I began a slow withdrawal to his cockhead. I swabbed him with my tongue then pushed my mouth down his shaft again. I kept this up for several minutes until almost all of his cock was slick with saliva and spit.

“Oh, yeah! Eat my dick, man!”

The encouragement made me smile around my mouthful of hard cock.. After a slow pull back to the head of his cock, I began to slowly push my wet mouth back down his cock. Kenny groaned as I swallowed his nine inch piece of man meat. He laughed as my nose pressed against his pubic bone. His pubic hair was tickling my lips and face. His nut sack pressed against my chin. I licked his nuts.

“Ah, gawd, Gary! I don’t know how you do that!”

I slowly pulled back and took his cock out of my mouth.. “Do what?” I grinned.

“Get all my dick in your mouth then lick my balls.”

“Well, Kenny I like sucking your cock and I do it like this.” I opened my mouth and did it all over again

“Damn,” Kenny laughed, “You’re some cocksucker, man.”

After another slow pull back, I looked up at him, “You’ve got some cock to suck.” Holding his cock upright, I licked the underbelly from ball sac to crown and back then I gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I stroked his cock as I bathed his balls in my mouth and I began to hum as I rolled first one then the other of Kenny’s nuts in my mouth.

He touched my head, “You keep that up, man, and I’m going to cum.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Well, I want to cum in your ass after I suck your cock.”

“You want to 69?”

“Yeah, that’d be good. And we can lube each other’s ass as we suck dick.” Kenny walked over to a cabinet an got two bottles of the lotion we use for lubricant. He hand me a bottle, “Here.” I lay down on the lounge cushion and Kenny knelt down over me so we were in the over-under 69 position. He licked my cock then he began to suck it hard. I lay still and enjoyed my suck buddy’s mouth action on my hard cock. Finally, I licked his balls and then pulled Kenny’s cock down to my lips. Holding his cockhead between my lips, I stuck the nozzle of the lotion bottle into his asshole and gave the bottle a big squeeze.

After putting the bottle down, I resumed sucking his cock. As I sucked I worked the lube into his ass and I used my fingers to stretch and relax his tight hole.

Kenny pushed himself up, “Let’s switch positions so I can grease your ass.” We got off the cushion, then he lay on his back and I kneeled over him. He worked the nozzle into my asshole and I felt the cool creamy lotion flowing in. Kenny did the same thing that I had done, He sucked my cock as he worked two then three fingers into my ass. I licked and swabbed his cockhead with my tongue. I didn’t want to suck him too hard or too much because he didn’t want to cum anyplace except in my ass.

We rolled off the cushion and I picked up the lotion bottle. After lubing his cock, I got on my hands and knees on the cushion. Kenny got down behind me. I looked over my shoulder at him, “Bury your bone deep, Kenny.”

“That’s what I going to do,” He put a hand on my hip and I felt his cockhead touch my pucker asshole. I pushed back when I felt him. My sphincter muscle stretched, his cockhead popped through and he slid balls deep into me. “Damn, you’re nice and tight, Gary.”

Since I’d recently been fucked by Bubby, I was surprised that I felt tight to Kenny. “Yeah, it feels awfully good. Fuck me hard.”

Kenny pulled back until I felt the rim of the crown of his cock tugging at my muscle ring. He plunged back in and began fucking me with long stroke and a fast motion that used his whole nine inches. His balls slapped against mine and above our grunting I heard the slap of skin on skin and the squishing of the lube. I clinched my asshole as tight as I could around his slippery cockshaft.

“H, man!” he gasped, “Your ass is tighter than any pussy. It feels like it’s gripping my cock.”

“Are you enjoying it, man?”

“Yeah! It feels great.”

“Why don’t you slow down so we both can enjoy it longer. This isn’t a race. It’s a fuck.”

“You got that right, except it’s a really good fuck.” Kenny slowed down to long slow strokes. I reached back between my legs so I could squeeze our ball sacs together when his cock was bottomed deep in my ass. Kenny reached around me and began to rub my cock.

“Take it easy, man. I want to save my cum for your ass.” I changed from gripping his slippery cock with my ass muscles to the squeeze and release milking action that I had learned from Bubbie. Kenny began to fuck me faster and harder.

“Oh, gawd, you’re going to me make me cum if you keep that up!”

“You want me to stop?”

“Hell no! It feels too good!” He was pounding my ass with short quick fuck strokes. “Oh, gawd, here it comes! I’m going to blow my nuts!” Kenny drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass. “Gahhhh!”

He pulled back on my hips as I felt a moist warmth flood my ass. Kenny fell forward and lay across my back. I continued to milk his cock as we rested. After a few minutes, he pushed himself back up into an upright kneeling position. “Damn, it felt like my nuts were going to fly out through my dick. Boy, I haven’t cum that much in a long time.” He moved back and his cock slipped out of my asshole with a sloppy pop.

“O.K. It’s my turn to have a good time.”

Kenny grinned at me then lay down on his back. He reached over and gripped my cock. “Man, you’re stiff. I was going to suck you a little but, why don’t you fuck me now.”

“O.K. If that’s how you want to play.” I rubbed some lotion all over my cock. Kenny pulled his knees up to his chest. He held his legs while I scooted close to him. I pushed my cock up his ass in one long stroke. I stayed still for a minute then began to fuck my buddy just like he had fucked me - with long slow, deep strokes.

“Gawd, that feels good, Gary. I’ve been dying to be fucked for two weeks now.”

“Well, enjoy it now because I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Take your time.”

I began to roll my hips a little and grind my cock around in Kenny’s ass. I could feel my nuts begin to tighten and my cock felt harder and more rigid. “Get ready. Here it comes.” I shoved cock as deep as I could. I held Kenny’s ankles up as my cock twitched and jerked as it shot wads of warm cum deep into his ass. Kenny began to jerk his cock and he quickly shot another load onto his chest and stomach.

We rested a minute then got up and ran out to the pool. We swam together for a few minutes then got out and dried off.

“Do you want to shower before you go?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. I’ve got time.”

We gathered up our clothes and went into the house. When we were in the shower, we washed each other’s cock. Kenny got down on his knees and began to suck me. He looked up, “When did you shave your balls?”

“Oh, several weeks ago. Sort of to see how it felt and looked.”

“Well, they look good.” He sucked one of my nuts briefly. “And feel and taste great.”

I got out of the shower and toweled dry . When I left Kenny was still in the shower shaving his cock and balls.

Saturday morning was spent with Marcia. We looked at some more cars. We caught lunch at a fast food place. After we were seated and eating Marcia looked at me. “Guess what?”

“What? You want a motorcycle instead of a car?”

“No, silly. I got an e-mail from Eva last night.”

“What did she want?”

“She asked me if I wanted to come over and swim on Sunday afternoon.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I said yes.” Marcia paused, “And I hadn’t thought about a motorcycle. That’s a good idea.”

“Mom and Dad will never let either of us have one.”

She sighed, “I know, but it’s still a good idea.”

When we got home we never mentioned the motorcycle idea. Mom said she and Dad were going to take a drive into the mountains after church and wanted to know if either of us wanted to come along. Marcia told her about the invitation for swimming and I told her “thanks”, but I had better check over my class work.

That evening Kenny called, “Are you doing anything Sunday afternoon.”

“No, why?”

“I wondered if I could come over. Eva just got home and she’s planning on having some girl friends over Sunday afternoon for a pool party.”

“Yeah, come on over around noon or so. Mom and Dad are taking a drive to the mountains after church and Marcia will be out too.” I didn’t tell him that Marcia was going to the pool party.”

“Thanks, Gary. You saved me from having to listen to Eva and her friends yak and giggle all afternoon.”