Sex in the Sky

Sean is haunted by his dream lover.

“As with all my stories, this one holds elements of the unreal, fantastic creatures and a strong romantic theme. This is a short erotic story, not a quick stroke, so if you’re looking for quick porn, you would be best suited to another story. If romantic intense fantasy based story with hot sex is what you’re looking for, have fun and enjoy!”

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“You belong to me.” The words from the dream I’d had the night before rang in my ears as I stared at my computer screen, working on the boring numbers that was the monotony of my cubicle job. I couldn’t get the dream out of my head, out of my thoughts, it’d be the same basic dream I’d had for the past five months, and as I sat staring dumbly at the screen, I relived it once more for the hundredth time.

Young man finds his true feelings.

If you’d said I’d be having an affair a year ago, even six months, I wouldn’t have believed you.

If you’d said I’d be having sex with men, I’d have laughed it off and started blushing.

If you’d said I’d be a cock-hungry man slut, you’d have got your block knocked off.

But here I am, having the time of my life and I literally can’t get enough.

I broke the seal in a mad, passionate moment of lust and now I’m on the lookout almost night and day. Sex with women was great, but there is nothing, and I mean nothing, to beat the feeling of a rock-solid behemoth of a cock riding your tight ass. I’ve had nights I’ll never forget, orgasms to whip into submission the pathetic versions I’ve had before, sent out massive, never before seen surges of spunk and revelled in the rebirth of a sex life which was dying of neglect.

Dusty shares his tale; the guys share a shower.

“Would you like more coffee?” Dmitri finally broke the silence that he had shared with Dusty for over half an hour.

“That would be lovely.”

Dmitri disappeared into the kitchen like a good little host, and Dusty wondered whether the younger man was up to continuing their chat. There was still so very much he wanted to know about his new lover.

While Dmitri took his time heating up coffee, spooning honey into it and cooking a quick omelet for them to share, Dusty wandered deep into thought. How much of his own story should he tell Dmitri? He had nothing to hide, but at the same time he thought his own story much less interesting than Dmitri’s and didn’t want to bore him with too many mundane details.

Following the slave boy, Shadow finds freedom. Doesn’t he?

“I keep a rather powerful prisoner down here,” Collin warned. He smelled the dampness and new he was in a type of specialized dungeon. He heard a man moving around watching them, but staying silent. From the moment when he had awakened dazed, he knew who the prisoner was. Powerful? Did Collin even realize what he kept contained? And poorly at that. “How hurt are you?”

Shadow tried to stand still shaking. His senses were all focused on the man at the back of the room. He caught a half-image of shadows! It was a familiar profile…familiar scent…He was standing as the bars of his cell, hands gripping them watching. In his mind alone, he heard the familiar voice call out to him fondly…”Shade. Do not worry for me, old friend. My time will come.” Tears streamed down his face and he made a mournful sound, soft but eloquent of his agony. “Go, Shade…We will see one another again.”

Twink Audie takes Blake to the Promised Land on a bus.

I was waiting for the boarding call for my New York bus, in the Saratoga Springs terminus, when a guy excitedly told his friend, “Wow, Get a loada the Special at the coffee counter.” and my cock tingled. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of lust that caused me to break into a hot sweat. Everyone in the terminus - male and female alike - seemed to be freaking out over the Adonis.

Wearing beige, Puma shoes, Nike, soccer shorts and a long-sleeve, white, Italia, soccer shirt, he looked like a choirboy who’d been freshly scrubbed and sent off to Sunday school. Immediately, I fantasized scooping him up in my arms and cuddling him. His messy, but controlled hairstyle, suited his face-shape perfectly. Constantly, he looked everywhere, seemingly, to avoid the guy who was serving his coffee while fawning all over him. Completely ignoring his other customers, the waiter apparently couldn’t drag himself away. But, regretfully, I had to drag myself away- my bus departure had been announced.

He and Rocco took a ride in the police cruisers.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, Rocco and I took a ride in the police cruisers back to the police station. Once we were fingerprinted, photographed and booked, they moved us to the back into some holding cells. Since it was already early evening on a Friday, it looked like these holding cells would be home for the weekend. Fortunately, although we were placed in separate cells, they were adjacent to each other.

We both were outraged at everything, but there was nothing we could do, we were locked up and just had to wait. The rest of the cells had been emptied, so besides the guards, Rocco and I were alone.

Two guys get together 20 years later.

“Fuck! Nick, being with you alone again after all these years has got me so hot I can’t stand it any longer.” I looked over at Dan and he had pulled his big hard throbbing cock out of his pants. He started jacking it and moaning as his eyes begged me to pull over and make this time together the way we both wanted it to be.

We were far back on the river bottom road and there was no one for miles. I pulled the car to a stop. The moon was full and the moonlight filled the car so there was no trouble seeing each other.

On the golf course, he recounts a hot experience.

“This story is a continuation of two previous ones about Mike and his best friend Adam. Both are married, committed to their wives and families, and yet unfulfilled in a fundamental way. These friends shared much together over the last few years, including sports, work ventures, and a yearly family vacation to Montana. Their relationship changed when Adam could no longer hold back his physical attraction to Mike. Adam had plainly told Mike of this attraction and of his desire for strong, manly sex, no sissy fag, co-dependent crap. Initially shocked, Mike succumbed to Adam’s direct appeal. They ended up having two rounds of hot sex in Adam’s family room on a hot summer morning. Sexually sated for the moment, the friends hit the links for a round of golf, a regular event for them. All stories in this series are copyrighted and protected.”

The pleasure that derives from man-to-man intimacy.

I’m not a stalker. I’m just shy, especially around good-looking guys, and Mark was the handsomest man I’d ever seen. Adjectives fail to describe him, but what else have we to use? He’s twenty-something, tall, tan, and blonde; he has blue eyes, broad shoulders, washboard abs, and an all-over muscular look, with sinewy arms and legs, and a tight, compact ass. Although I haven’t seen his genitals–yet–I’d bet they’re just as handsome–beautiful, even–as the rest of his gorgeous body.

He works at the local branch of the county library system. I know, I know–it’s hard to believe that a librarian could be all that sexy. A carpenter, sure. A cop, definitely. A cowboy, absolutely. But a librarian? All I can say is you haven’t seen Mark, because, if you had, you’d agree: he’s sexier than any gay stereotype. Besides, he’s not really a librarian. He’s a librarian’s assistant. Basically, that means he re-shelves returned books. It’s a way to earn money, he says, while he’s going to college, where he’s studying to be a doctor. Of course, I didn’t know that when I first met–or, rather, laid eyes on–him, and that’s what I’m writing about, at the moment, at least, so I assumed he was a librarian. After all, he worked in a library.

Shooting photos for a fetish/leather store has its benefts.

“Do I need to make any special preparations for the shoot?”

I could tell what he was hinting at and I replied in the most professional and straightforward manner possible. “Well, since we will be doing some shots with insertable toys, you will need to be very clean,” I paused and then to be sure he got my intent, “Internally that is.”

“That’s no problem.” Buddy chirped, ” I am looking forward to the shoot and working with you. See you at the studio at 9:00.”

As I hung up the phone, I pictured Buddy: bright smile, deep blue eyes, square jaw, buzzed blond hair and a perfect body. Really perfect! Chiseled muscles, 6-pack abs, flawless skin and a beautiful butt. I guess that what it takes to be a model?