Sex in the Sky

On-line dom knows what a curious guy wants before he does.

I was surfing around the site looking at a variety of listings. Ads for couples looking for couples, men looking for men and everything in between. The picture caught my eye. The torso of a man with a hard cock, cum puddled on his flat belly. The perfect shape of the large shaft and head caused my cock to twitch and a sudden tightness in my stomach. I stared at the pearly drops of cum and my cock hardened, pushing at the suddenly restrictive confines of my jeans. His profile said that he was looking for a submissive man into oral and possibly groups. My heart raced, my whole body suddenly anxious. I thought of sending an email, telling him everything that popped into my head. I couldn”t do it. I logged off, but that picture never left my head. My cock was hard the whole day.

He agrees to ownership.

*Straightening Out Wrinkles Ch. 3: Mid week Deals*

Meet at his office in the city. Suck him off under his desk while he talks on phone and has discussion with secretary. Sing contract to be his slut.

The call came on Tuesday just after I”d got in from work. Malcolm said to meet at 11o”clock sharp the next day. He gave the address of am office, his office, he was successful it was on an upper floor of a city block! I was told to, “Wear a business suit with silk panties, suspenders and stockings underneath. The dong is to be where it now lives!”

High school senior falls in love & shocks the world.

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.

He’s not sure yet.

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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.

Two roommates begin a romantic entanglement.

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.

The final chapter of a roadside adventure.

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.

Ivan joins the nest & finds way to satisfy his hungers.

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.

Kyle’s father and Mike clash in a time of crisis.

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.”

A little paranormal foursome.

“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.

Blow job fun with the man next door.

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.