Sex in the Sky

Older man pays a younger man for the sex of his life.

Let me know how you like this story, if you I like it, there will be several continuations.

It was 9:30pm on a Thursday Night. I had just left a meeting with some business associates in downtown NYC. I was debating taking the Path back home to NJ, or spending some time in the city. I wasn’t really hungry, but could use a drink, so I decided to go to a bar. But where? I called my girlfriend, told her I was going to stay in the city for a few more hours, so I wished her a good night, and told her not to wait up for me.

Caiden’s first visit to the apartment since Hardy’s death.

“September 11, 2001

The moment the bell rang, Hardy Reyes knew it was trouble. The rumble that reached the firehouse was not ordinary and its genesis was shown moments later. World Trade Center Tower Number One had been breached by an airplane and clouds of black smoke billowed out from its wounds. His first thought was of Caiden and he thumbed his cell phone into life. Unfortunately, the airwaves were already jammed and he shoved it into his pocket, tugging his jacket on as he jumped onto the truck.

Trainee teaches Sarge new tricks–and About Face.

I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown.

I wasn’t exactly past that, not completely ancient, but at 40, I was the oldest sergeant in the training cadre, and I had learned that the older I grew, the harder it was to pick up the pretty girls in bars. The older I grew, the more I had to pay for it–and the more I found it easer to go without it.

Tommy makes a bridge.

Tommy allowed Caiden to lead him back to Michel’s bed but sat stiffly as the man rubbed his arm. “Caiden … ”

“What’s wrong?”

“I … I’m not really used to this.”

“Used to what? Being touched?”

“Being loved.”

It was a whisper but Caiden still heard his words and he turned the young man’s face toward him, searching his eyes. “What did Hardy do to you?”

Tommy’s eyes filled with tears and in halting words, he told the tale of his past relationships, beginning with his father’s abuse. When his mother died of cancer, his father took it hard and blamed Tommy for her illness. Tommy had only been twelve when the abuse began and Caiden couldn’t help crying tears of anguish as he listened to how the father would dress him in his mother’s clothes and mercilessly fuck him. Tommy had only escaped when a teacher found him in the restroom, washing blood from his hands and took him to the nurse. His sad story unfolded from there and he was whisked to the hospital and never saw his father again.

Matthew solves his best friend’s problem.

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A shrill ring jolted Matthew Trogdon from a sound sleep. With a moan, he reached out and blindly grabbed for the phone in an effort to silence the nerve-grating racket. It rang four more times before he finally located it. He pushed the talk button, brought it to his ear, and groggily said, “Hello.”

Joseph demonstrates his love for Richard.

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Do I know any gay bars?

He sat in the back of my taxi and I could tell he was nervous. “Do you know any gay bars?” he asked timidly.

I looked at him in the rearview mirror. “Sure,” I said. “We have two in town – the Hide ‘N Seek and the Q Club.” He was Latino. I had seen him before. Then I remembered when – he was with a bunch of other Peruvians who had just started working at one of Colorado’s premier resorts.

They had called for a taxi on a Sunday afternoon and I had been first up in the queue so I got them. They had wanted to go buy some soccer balls and some athletic gear. I took them to the city’s biggest sporting goods store, waited for them and took them home afterwards. They lived in one apartment…two bedrooms…to save money.

It’s only right that he fill in when she’s unavailable.

The guy was on his back on my kitchen floor, working on my recalcitrant dishwasher, which had stopped working just when every dish in the house was dirty and loaded into it. His name was Pete and he was in a tight blue Dish-o-Matic uniform, his long legs stretched across my kitchen floor. While Pete labored on, I was sitting nearby at my small breakfast table watching him repair, so naturally we started talking. It was just a lot of guy-stuff. Baseball. Basketball. Nascar. We were both big Nascar fans. I told him a story I had heard about Mickey Tokie, the lategreat driver, who, I heard, had had a drunken orgy with six luscious bimbos in a motel room just before that final race when he crashed his speedster into the sidewall, and was incinerated in a spectacular volcano of Nascar flames.

The guys go back to the gay bar.

After my surprising encounter with Arthur and Sandy, I went home to my wife, completely satisfied. She was sleeping as I slipped into bed. The next morning was a little hairy.

“Morning hon,” Carol said. “You worked late last night.”

“Mornin’,” I grumbled. I was tired for lack of sleep. She came over and kissed me. I had brushed my teeth well, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was any smell of cock or cum on my breath. It was a light kiss, so I didn’t have to worry.

“I’m going to my sister Teresa’s tonight remember. I don’t want to drive home late at night so I’ll sleep over. I’m taking the kids with me. I’ll leave you something for supper in the fridge. You have appointments tonight,” she asked?

Student whores himself and gets gangbanged.

“Author’s Note: My character’s a high school student, but he’s definitely eighteen.”

It happened suddenly, during my final year of school. I woke up one morning, and I was a slut. I can’t explain it. I felt different, thought I even looked a bit different. I saw everyone around me in a different light. Women looked even better and more desirable to me, and men looked good, which was something new. I’d always had a thing about cock, but now I also felt attracted to men in general. I don’t know why this seemed to happen so suddenly, but it did. Suddenly I wanted to know how women felt to have a man touch them, and kiss them, and feel their weight as they pin them to the bed and stick their big cock inside them. The thought makes me shudder all over.