Sex in the Sky

He & his masseur settle on a loan repayment plan.

If the kitchen of Kasem’s family in the upcountry jungle of Thailand hadn’t burnt to the ground, I possibly never would have found out what the special Bangkok sports massage was all about. Kasem was my masseur at a fancy Bangkok gym, which was open for “men only” a couple of nights a week and which was a major pickup place for prime cuts of male meat. Of course, when I’d started going to the gym, I hadn’t known it was “that sort of place,” and I’d never experienced a male-male coupling before—although I’d certainly given it some serious thought. With my male model and minor TV and movie “the handsome young stud” role background, I apparently qualified as prime cut, and it wasn’t long before I was humping with—and being humped by—the best-endowed of them.

His next door neighbor really burns him up.

I know it’s wrong to wish your house would catch fire, but when you lived next door to a hunky fireman like I did sometimes I just couldn’t help it. As I watched him mow his lawn from my bedroom window it was all I could do not to light up a match and force him to come up and rescue me. I could see sweat covering his smooth pecs. The muscles in his back flexed as he pushed the mower across his lawn. I laid back and undid my pants, pulled them down to my waist, thankful that there was no one home to interrupt me.

Glen is accepted into the crew of the Phallic Explorer.

“So, who is he?” the Captain asked, staring down at the stowaway writhing in the couch.

SB had been stunned when he had seen how good looking the man was. The stowaway already had enough going for him in the action department to have looked as ugly as a galvanic warthog. SB would still have been more than satisfied with sexual use rights in return for making the man’s trip passenger class comfortable. But writhing in pleasure on the couch he had found a prime human male. Extra prime and all natural.

Neighbors get to know each other a bit better.

I did not remember my neighbors name. We had lived next to each other for two years and exchanged pleasantries but never visited each others homes. We were both in our mid forties, about the same size all around. He was married and his wife would nod and smile at me but I never spoke to her nor she to me.

I am not unfriendly. I am however very reserved. He was apparently also reserved so there was little chance of a close friendship.

I had a lover that spent most weekends at my house. We had been each others “significant other” for years and we were very comfortable with our relationship. My only complaint about her was that she was somewhat prudish.

Chuck is uncomfortable at first.

Another story about our lives together.

“Chuck, why don’t you get comfortable?”

A cold flash of fear went through me. Why did Lee have to do this? I knew the answer, of course: just because he wanted to. He loved to see me squirm and he knew what was going through my mind. We had company, a friend of Lee’s from out of town, and that’s why I wasn’t “comfortable” already. We’d been out to dinner and were now home, just relaxing while he and Lee did more catching up.

To Lee, comfortable meant naked, at least for me. At home I was almost always naked except for some sort of bondage, even if it was just a lead attached to my cock ring. I like being naked. It’s comfortable and Lee would often touch me, slapping my ass, sucking my cock, pinching my nipple, or even just stroking his hand along my skin. It reminded me of how much he loved me and it made me feel sexy and attractive. I didn’t really mind being naked around other people. It was easier if they were naked too and sex was in the air, but even without that, I could handle being naked. But “getting comfortable” meant stripping, and I couldn’t go to our room to do it. It had to be done right there in front of God and everybody.

Fun after the buddies graduate.

The rest of the week went quickly. Although Lana and I went to several impromptu graduation parties, we never got a chance to do much making out, especially like we had done the afternoon we rented our graduation caps and gowns. The graduation ceremony went well. It was sort of an anti-climax after the rehearsals and walk-throughs earlier in the week.

Lana won a summer internship at the local evening newspaper and a journalism scholarship to the State University. Gene was awarded a full ride wrestling scholarship at the State University. Gayle, Lana’s girl friend, won a scholarship too. Chuck, Kenny and I were just happy to get our diplomas.

Lance’s confusion became Luke’s sweaty seduction.

Don’t get me wrong – I love women. I’ve been fucking them for most of my life, and I haven’t gotten any complaints. I mean, I have no reason “not “to like them. What guy wouldn’t like a girl’s lips wrapped around his cock, slurping like some rabid, toothless animal? Or what about when they straddle you with their curvy hips and ride you like they just got back from a dirty rodeo show down in Texas? It feels so” good”. So there’s no rational reason on Earth that I should not enjoy banging pure female pussy.

From a man to a slut.

Phillip smiled as he handed the young man a cup of steaming hot coffee, the boy smiled as he accepted it and placed it on the table.

“Thank you Phillip,” Jamie leaned back in his chair and tried to seem at ease. He had been outside doing a few odd jobs in the boat yard when Phillip had stuck his head out the door and called for him to come to the house. “What’s up?”

Phillip settled into the chair across the table from the boy’s questioning look. His eyes, dark and serious, focused on Jamie.

Dave’s curiosity turns to excitement at lusty group affair.

During the ride home I realized I was both excited and a bit confused, but I also had an intense desire to experiment more with Dave. My cock was trapped in my jeans but was semi hard and practically begging to cum. All I could think about was how awesome it felt to suck Dave’s big cock and I wanted more, today! I even considered having Kevin and Mike join us for a four man mini orgy and perhaps enjoying all three cocks in any way they want me to please them.

We were almost home when Dave motioned to pull over into the next rest area. We parked the bikes and headed into the men’s restroom. I was ready for anything but really needed to pee, so did Dave. We walked up to the urinal, unzipped and drained our bladders. As we did Dave was really staring at my semi-hard cock, smiling and licking his lips. My cock swelled immediately and Dave reached over and held and stroked it. I was really hoping for a quick release but Dave stopped when his cell phone started ringing. He zipped up and headed outside to talk to Rachel. I followed and waited so we could proceed home and hopefully continue my “education.”

Sudanese dancers invite archaeologists to fertility ritual.

“It’s called the Dance of the Ravishers,” Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires.

“I can certainly see why,” I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I’d been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn’t last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan with Dr. Emory. I was accustomed to being serviced by Steve at least once a day and enjoyed a monthly group sex bout. Dr. Emory, however, was a real stick in the mud and was known to send young assistants home at the least hint of impropriety. I really didn’t want to go home. Emory had gotten rare permission from the Sudanese to excavate this ancient Egyptian tomb on the banks of the Nile near the Sulb Temple, and work on this dig could make my own reputation.