Sex in the Sky

A Halloween Story… better late than never.

“There was a time when you believed in Magic,” Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat’s eyes of hers. “Believed in the land of the Summer people.”

I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch of a time just dealing with the one I was in, thank you very much. But I knew better than to argue with her.

“Okay whatever, there was a time when I believed in Santa Claus, too, and that passed.”

Seamus shares his feelings and gets an unwanted handjob.

“WARNING: the end of this chapter contains sexual harassment/abuse. Sometimes, the worst part of this abuse is the unwanted sexual response that the perpetrator arouses in his victim. This storyline is not intended to offend.

Author’s notes: when I originally wrote this plot, I never intended to pad the story out with so much emotion, but I think it’s needed to make the characters realistic. I worry that it’s too much, and I’m trying to be concise. Anyway, I thought I’d better split this from Chapter four, since it is a new phase, darker with more angst. (Also being bipolar and depressed at the moment, my writing has darkened and lost a lot, which is a shame, so I may leave off for a while after this segment). And thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback, it’s great to hear what you think.”

Young man discovers something new in Amsterdam.

His name was Roland and he was from Jamaica. I’m guessing he was about 30. He had deep ochre skin, eyes that were almost black, closely-cropped hair, and was tall, lean and very graceful. At one point in his life he’d been a dancer, but was now a set designer for one of the larger theater companies in Amsterdam. He was just a little bit effeminate, and overtly gay.

I’d come to Europe for the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. I’d gotten to Amsterdam in week two of my grand tour and got stuck there—stuck because I was having too much fun. Somehow I landed in a small hotel in the high-class Red Light District.

Never, never let a trucker take you into his cab.

“My truck’s just over here,” the trucker said. He led me over to a huge semi with a large cabin behind the driving compartment. He opened the door to this cabin, and I saw that there was a short-lengthened twin-sized bed in it along with some shelves, a compact john, and a small refrigerator and cooking unit. The bed was covered with pillows and there were shiny hold bars on the cabin wall at either end of the bed.

“There, stretch yourself up on those pillows and get comfortable,” he said in a friendly voice. I laid down, with my legs sort of dangling off to the side, and he pulled off my shorts and briefs and knelt between my legs. I tensed up as he gently took me by the balls and the root of my cock with his mouth and ran his tongue over and around my cock helmet. I could see him tracing a thick vein running up the side of my cock with his tongue.

Handsome Ricky gives into his bisexual longings.

Allison stroked firmly up and down Ricky’s cock, jacking him to a quite pleasurable hard on. His luscious naked body twitched at the attention his cock was receiving, his tight stomach was taut and flat and his charming chest glistened in the late afternoon light. Allison was wearing only a thin pair of simple string bikini panties and her shapely hips accented her own tiny waist and velvety, firm stomach while her lovely, well-rounded titties jiggled a bit as she tugged on Ricky’s cock. The tanned, blonde couple seemed out of place in the sometimes-dreary confines of an old apartment deep in Boston, like they should be on the beach out in California.

While he’s asleep, Tim receives a blowjob from Dave.

“This is a continuation of my last FICTIONAL story, “Oral Sex while Sleeping,” where Tim receives a blow job while he is sleeping from me (Dave.) You may remember that Tim has insomnia and his doctor prescribed a very powerful sleeping pill that he must take every night. Once he is asleep, he is out like a light until the next morning. While he is sleeping, I come into his room, open Tim’s silky boxer shorts, stroke and suck his cock until he cum’s in my mouth. This was the first time that I have ever had male to male sex and I found that I love it, and can’t wait to do it again.”

A married man is coaxed into a gay threesome.

I

Around the living room, Cole raked his irises of honey-brown. Never had he seen so many matched items and polished surfaces. No wonder Rick wanted his other property painted pronto—to pay for the goodies of this house with the rent income of that apartment.

“Would you look at that screen?” Rick said. He sat up on his black loveseat of leather. “Our first baseman is switch-hitting.”

Tod’s soft-spoken voice sounded abruptly curt. “Don’t start with that.”

“What,” Rick uttered.

Eric has a night out.

I”m being trained for something, but I don”t know what it is. This occurred to me this evening, once I”d slept off what I did last night and had a chance to think. I don”t doubt that Zeph enjoys watching me fuck and suck, and get fucked. It”s just that these sessions have taken on an instructive air, ever since that night with Henry. “You take to power well,” Zeph had said after I”d made that bastard suck my dick, and I have to admit it did feel pretty good to watch him crawl on his hands and knees in front of me.

Jason’s bro and his buddy get in on the fun.

*Chapter 2 - Jeremy’s Close Shave*

Jason soon settled down to be a regular member of my household. He was a great kid and I had very little trouble with him, and just being around his hunky body and sweet smile got me horny. I made love to him at least twice a day, sometimes waking him up in the middle of the night to suck his dick or slide mine up his tight bubble butt.

When I got home from work, I often found him cleaning my pool or starting our dinner. I put weights in my family room and would watch him lift weights naked while I worked. Then I would draw a bath and scrub him clean all over, paying special attention to his ass and massaging his prostate with my finger.

They become more than friends after losing their families.

“[Author's Notes: This story is dedicated to a co-worker. Chad, if you ever happen to read this (which I seriously doubt) and figure out that you're the one I'm writing about, please don't hate me for the fantasy and please continue to be friends with me. It's just a fantasy that will never be acted out in our very happy yet separate, monogamous, straight lives with our own families. I know that we would both be devastated if the events described early in this story really happened; however, if they did, maybe this could be the story of how we become more than just friends as we rebuild our lives. For the rest of you reading this story, I apologize in advance for letting you know that this is a fantasy, since knowing this seems to destroy the story for some. But no matter who you are, my hope is that you will get drawn into the twists and turns of the story and completely forget about this particular paragraph.]“