Sex in the Sky

*Part 11*

“This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike’s fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in “Cross-Country with My Uncle,” and continued by “Alice, My Uncle, and Me,” day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and “My Uncle’s Bachelor Party,” parts 1 and 2, wherein Jeff, Mike’s old college roommate and lover, is introduced. This continues Day 4. ” Read the rest of this entry »

Frantically, the cop waved his flashlight, trying to get out of the way of the SUV that was sliding on the snow covered highway; but he was no more able to move than Kenny Sutherland was able to stop. Miraculously, milliseconds before squashing the police officer against his car, the SUV finally came to a halt..

Despite the brilliant, triple-coloured, flashing lights, atop the patrol car, parked across the highway, it had been impossible for Ken to see it.

Kenny was a complete, emotional wreck when the officer, not in much better shape, appeared at the window. Read the rest of this entry »

“~ If you are just joining us for the first time, Please heed my warning and read His Seduction first before you start the second part, or else you will have no idea as to why these two boys act the way they do. Sure, you may still enjoy it, but isn”t it nice to have all the facts? And for those of you who have been asking me to continue on, here it is. I only hope it appeals to you as much as the first one did. ~”

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Keith lay there and stared at his glowing stars, trying to take in what had just happened and just how he felt about it. Was that all there was to sex? Did it always feel that good? Did Mike want him to do the same? Oh, he wasn”t sure about that just yet. He couldn”t even muster up the courage to look his best friend in the eye at the moment for longer than five seconds before he blushed and looked away. Somehow, he was sure it was supposed to go better than this when two people had just done what he”d just gone through. Read the rest of this entry »

“Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O’Hara (ed), 1995

Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet]

Stored on The Nifty Archives ”

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The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd — jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tattooed, dancing to the music. Wild. Pretty. I lean against the bar. I’m finishing a beer. And I’m watching him.

He doesn’t dance. He thrashes. Read the rest of this entry »

Let’s see. As I tell this story, relaxing with my head in my young Master’s lap, kissing his stiffening cock now and then, I’m trying to catch you up to how I got here. Today is Friday, January 27. I believe I left you last time on Sunday night, happily licking and chewing my own cum off of a damp washcloth.

You see, my Master, a college student I call Jason (of course not his real name), had finally given me permission to jack myself off. This was only after almost a week of servicing his magnificent member, with my hands and mouth. I was about to burst. When Master Jason granted me this kindness, I almost did burst. I dashed into the bathroom for the washcloth and got right to work. Seven or eight strokes. It was laughable. But I was a fountain of cum, like I hadn’t been for years and years. Even though I’m a 40-something man, you could have measured my cum in pints, not teaspoons. I lost two pounds (just kidding). I caught it all, on the cloth, and got busy eating my jizz. Tasty, but not as good as Master’s. I offered him some, but he turned it down. Read the rest of this entry »

I now understand that my subconscious was miles ahead of my “surface” brain on knowing what I wanted. Male models apparently are as justly characterized as thick brained as female models are reputed to be. There was no blame to cast; I’d seen the Egyptian doctor (if he really was a doctor) work the young men on the gym floor and in the shower room. There was no reason my surface brain wouldn’t know he was a sexual predator. In the end, I’m really glad it happened, though.

The Egyptian was a magician really—and I was the world’s worst dummy. The first encounter happened without me having a clue about what had happened even when it was over. I was a few years older than those the Egyptian was targeting at the gym—and he was a good twenty years older than I was. He touched me in the sauna, and my cock burbled out juice without warning and certainly without my really realizing we were having any form of sex. He had a mesmerizing voice, and I got horny without the usual arousal mechanisms—no warning really. He was doing this monologue about being circumcised or not in those doctor words of his, as if we were having an academic discussion or a medical consultation, and he had his long, thin fingers on my cock head before I really knew what he was doing. I was so surprised that I shot right off. I was greatly embarrassed, thinking I had probably misjudged his intent and now he’d think I was queer. I left the sauna in a highly confused state. Read the rest of this entry »

*:: Robby ::*

Clark’s funeral was three days later. I spent the days torn in two; part of me grieved over Clark’s death and wrestled with the feelings of guilt and anger while the other part soared in absolute bliss over my relationship with Mike. Things were so different. I moved his things into my bedroom and it became “our” house. I woke up to his angelic face and went to sleep with my arms wrapped around him. Our sex became lovemaking: deep, slow, long and hot and we never parted without saying ‘I love you’. The sweetest thing was coming home after a long shift and finding him asleep on the couch, wrapped in my robe, waiting for me. Read the rest of this entry »

*Cyber to Reality Ch 3. Fulfillment*

I awoke feeling so warm and relaxed, not remembering where I was in those first few moments. Then I felt the warmth of a body behind me, the very sexy body of the man who made me his the night before.

Just a few hours before he had penetrated me and I now I belonged to him. I certainly owed him so much, I was a married guy who had always knew what really turned me on, but never admitted it. I never admitted it until I discovered the Internet and eventually cyber. Then I had to admit it, I craved strong manly sex, I craved a cock to pamper, I craved being at the mercy of a mans desire. Read the rest of this entry »

“We are getting closer, faithful readers. Thank you for your kind feedback so far. For those who have not yet read about my relationship with Duncan, we are straight friends who are discovering a new erotic side to our relationship. As of this writing, we have not yet ‘done the deed,’ but our foreplay has taken on an new intensity. Take a read of the first two chapters if you are interested. As ever, I welcome your feedback and emails.”

For the next few days, my head was spinning. Do you know the kind of thoughts that go through your mind when you discover a whole new aspect to your relationship with your best friend? The excitement, the possibilities, the unexplored territory. Once or twice, it occurred to me I should be feeling doubt or uncertainty. I had never had ‘gay’ thoughts before, and yet what had happened between us was certainly outside the realm of what straight guys did. Still, I felt no doubt, no uncertainty. I liked what we were doing and how we were doing it. When we met in public, we were still as straight as ever. We checked out girls together and were two normal, chummy male friends in a publicly healthy relationship. Read the rest of this entry »

*Cobalt Blue 8: I’ll be yours, Valentine*

Stewie took a fortifying breath as he mentally ticked off that all his preparations were completed. Valentine’s Day was coming up soon, but he and Jaze would be working over the actually day itself as well as a couple of days either side. Jaze had come up with the idea of each of them doing something to surprise the other either side of Valentine’s. He had also insisted that Stewie was to go first. Stewie had despaired when looking to buy a gift. So much was tacky; so much was geared for ‘traditional’ couples. The only stipulation from Jaze was that Stewie was *not* to book a restaurant. Although Jaze never made a big deal of his wealth, Stewie knew that he could never afford to take them to a really expensive restaurant and Jaze saw no reason for Stewie to struggle to pay when he so easily could. Read the rest of this entry »