Sex in the Sky

When I saw Dave at school the next day, after that evening in the locker room, and the subsequent walk home, a look passed between us. I wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it, but I knew I wanted to be with him again. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same about me.

During my intense jack off session the night before, I was absolutely certain that Dave would be willing to fuck me, and suck my cock, hold me, kiss me, and all the other things that excited me so much. But in the light of dawn, such thoughts seemed, well, less likely. Read the rest of this entry »

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Rick held my head as he slowly sawed his wonder shaft in and out of my mouth…

It wasn’t that long ago that this was only a fantasy of mine, one that I never expected to really happen. I would lie awake in bed long after my wife had fallen asleep, rubbing my tired package and thinking of what it would be like to suck another mans cock. Read the rest of this entry »

I had just got back from work on a Friday. Brandon was already back at our apartment. He hugged me once I walked in. Since we’re just room mates, I wasn’t comfortable with it at first, but over time I got used to it. It’s not much of a big deal for me anymore. It’s sort of the kind of guy he is. We got along pretty well and had been living together for about five months now. Sometimes we’d do shots together and have fun and laugh. Occasionally on Fridays he’d convince me to play strip poker with him. It’s gotten to be almost an expected part of the week. I pretty much always lose everything, but he wasn’t the type to try to look at me naked so it wasn’t too bad. Both of us are straight and although I wasn’t comfortable at first, he helped me to get used to it a little more. I may not have liked the method of course. He had been on some sports team during high school so seeing a naked guy meant nothing to him. One night a few months back, while we were playing strip poker, he started losing a lot. I was able to keep on just my boxers and pants, but he lost it all. He didn’t show any discomfort with standing in front of me and pulling down his boxers. He wasn’t hard so I couldn’t really say how big he’d be, but I imagine it was more than me. He’s six feet, but I’m only five foot six. He stood there a moment before sitting back down. I couldn’t help but look at his uncut cock. I tried not for it too seem obvious, but from what I could tell he didn’t notice at all. After then we just played some hands for fun, nothing won or lost. I lost a little more after then. I still considered myself a straight guy but I couldn’t help but have some thoughts. Read the rest of this entry »

The situation was awkward at best; I stood nearly nude in a public restroom - butt-fucking a nearly butt-naked stranger - when our sexual reverie was interrupted by the noisy opening of the door…

My heart began to race. After a moment’s hesitation, I turned toward the entry. The figure of an elderly man stood motionless. His form was darkened in the comparatively bright glare of the daylight behind him.

“Oh dear God…” he rasped, and backed away as though having witnessed the aftermath of a particularly gruesome mass murder. Read the rest of this entry »

Ivan

I wasn’t sure if these people would like me, so I put on my cutsie face. I think it worked. That girl, Rose, certainly didn’t look like she wanted to harm me. I think that other one, Alicia, was checking me out. I was going to have to talk to her, well them, about that. Makiel had instantly caught my attention. He was breathtaking. That Jared, too, was simply gorgeous. I wasn’t so happy about the shift schedule he was giving me, but I was new and young. I had no say in the matter. I wonder if he already knew about my sexual preference? If he did, he certainly wasn’t showing it. I seriously doubted any of them would hold my being gay against me. Vampires just don’t care that much about that sort of stuff. Read the rest of this entry »

Wednesday, December 21st, 1988

Kyle picked up the dishes from the supper table as Mike pulled on his leather jacket and boots. Kyle heard the zip of the jacket and then felt Mike come behind him, wrapping his bear arms around. Mike softly nuzzled.

“So you’re off for a week?” Mike asked.

Kyle nodded happily, nuzzling the furry paws.

“I’m going to be tidying up the place, a bit. James and Marcus are due over on Saturday. I think I’m going to make a lasagna of some sort, but I’m not sure. Lots of hours o’derves and munchies.” Read the rest of this entry »

“Hard to believe it’s only two weeks away.”

Giving Ben Hickman a noncommittal nod, Bret stared out at the sprawling metropolis just beyond–and below–his eleventh-story office window. The merger had been hard-won–lots of compromising, deal-making, budget-setting–but it was worth it. Dynamic Technologies and Tracer Microsystems. When he’d heard that Mark Sanford was putting Tracer Microsystems up for bid, Bret had jumped at the opportunity. Tracer was still small enough to mold, but large enough to hold a decent–and rather impressive–clientele list. One year later, he was the CEO of Tracer-Dynamic, one of New York’s newest, and most promising, high-end technology firms. Read the rest of this entry »

Pete is a neighbour from a few doors away; he has always seemed a quiet sort of bloke who I’d spend the odd moment having idle chit chat with when our paths crossed in the street. I didn’t know anything about him other than he lived on his own and enjoyed cycling, he could often be seen cycling off on his racing bike with his tight lycra shorts on and bare legs. His physique was very athletic topped with light blonde hair; he was about 6 foot tall and quite a good looking chap. One day arriving home from one of his rides he pulled up beside me a asked me if I fancied a barby around his house that evening as his friend he had invited had let him down and he had some fresh meat to cook or get wasted. Read the rest of this entry »

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Charlie was 33. He wasn’t an imposing figure, standing only 5′7″, weighing just at bit over 170 pounds, but he had a cute look to him. His shoulder-length blonde hair framed his slight face nicely, setting off his blue eyes. Patti, his wife, was 27, and she sported a short blonde pixie cut, which accented her basic, although attractive, face. Charlie worked as a chef at a local restaurant, while Patti taught aerobics. Their sex life was excellent, although Patti seemed to “rule the roost”, so to speak. She was the one to push their fantasies, which had centered on bringing another man into their bed. Charlie never really told her what he thought about it; he would always make some irrelevant comment to her, and he would never bring it up again. He didn’t seem interested, or so she thought. Read the rest of this entry »

It was after ten the next day and I had already missed my seminar at the hotel, when I woke naked in the bed of my new lover, in his upscale Manhattan apartment. As I emerged from the bedroom, I was greeted by Spencer’s butler Charles, who gave me a knowing glance before taking me out to the balcony for breakfast. I was more than a bit embarrassed, as I was sure that Charles must have heard us last night, but when I sat down to eat, Spencer assured me that it was no big deal, which relaxed me quite a bit. Read the rest of this entry »