Sex in the Sky

Lust, sex & rehabilitation in London & France.

” “This is a story for my friend Ant, aka Sirkillabutt, who fancied a session of his own with Rayne. It is quite unusual for the early stories as it’s nice to have Ray pleasured intensely (if roughly) for once instead of just used and cast aside. (BTW. I am not advocating that ANYBODY should try the icicle scene at home!!)

“If you’re not into bondage and enema fetishism, or rough anal and oral sex between two horny, consenting adult males, look away now.”

xx. Sadie”

*Part One – ICE & FIRE*

An older man teaches a boy to forget his girlfriend.

I should be ashamed to tell you this story. But for some reason, I have to do it.

My name is Billy. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, Wendy, and I was feeling pretty blue about it. It was the summer after my junior year in high school I had just turned 18, and my parents were taking me on a trip to see colleges in the southeast. We were staying at a very nice resort hotel near Atlanta, my parents had gone off to play a few rounds of golf. I was alone with my moody thoughts by the hotel pool.

Jenny finds out about her husband’s bi life.

The orgasm began suddenly and reverberated through my entire body. Every inch of my flesh tingled. I felt my sperm coursing though my throbbing cock as it shot into Ray”s mouth. He sucked eagerly, drinking my seed and swallowing every gush of it as it continued to fill his mouth. And then it happened! Ray”s hard cock began to swell in my mouth. The head of his pulsating cock was up against the opening to my throat and it began to shoot streams of his warm cum directly down my throat. Gagging at first, I backed away from the base of his cock and let the remainder of his seed empty into my mouth. Shot after shot of Ray”s cum filled my mouth near to overflowing. I sucked the last drops out of the opening of his throbbing cock and let the warm liquid remain in my mouth to savor the unique taste. Ray and I separated our spent bodies and we lay on our backs as our orgasms began to ease. I continued to hold his cum in my mouth, feeling the tingle of sensations of his seed, loving the taste; loving the feeling. Then, slowly, I let his juice slide down my throat. I rose and began putting on my clothes, still enjoying the taste of warm cum on my tongue.

Three men’s final frontier.

I do a lot of my work out of my home office. There are advantages of working from home. I was taking a break in the morning, sitting on my balcony, which is enclosed, and sipping a cup of coffee. I heard the gardeners starting to work and I noticed the young man who was running the weed eater. I watched him move around the trees and into the parking lot. I had seen them working before but hadn’t paid that much attention to them in the past.

This day was different. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. I watched him for a few minutes and then read a bit of the paper. The next time I looked up, he had taken his shirt off and was only wearing a short pair of shorts. He was sweating and his skin glistened in the sunlight. It was the way he was moving that caught my attention. Every time he would make a swipe with the weed eater, his back muscles would ripple and his hips would sway with the motion. I noticed that his shorts would ride up a bit when he swayed back and forth and I could almost see his buttocks.

They called him Julian the Saint.

“(Recorded by the pen of Brother Andre Boulin des Barres, Lyon, 1762)”

“A Monk’s Progress”

They called him Julian the Saint.

Not that he was chaste.

My friend was not even particularly pious, but as for all that, I loved him anyway.

He preferred spirited debate to humble supplication, the Science of Man to the Glory of God, and never failed to let me remember this-

“Andre,” he would say to me, smiling- and here poor Andre would be on his guard, for his smile was always treacherous-

Cum slut takes on a group of men in a warehouse.

He said his name was Neon. I met him in an online chat room. He seemed charming and I was horny. Its no secret, I’m a slut and I wanted to be gang raped. I agreed to meet him on a rainy Saturday night. He told me to wait beneath an underpass on a seedy end of town. I arrived at the agreed upon time wearing jeans that were so tight that nothing was left to the imagination. I’m a 26 year old bisexual. I’ve done quite a bit of modeling for money on the side. I’m small, about 108 pounds and 5′7 with long black hair and green eyes. I hate underwear and never wear any. My cock was outlined and lit by the orange toned street lights beneath and overcast sky. None of this mattered because when the car arrived, a window rolled down and I was told to strip naked. I followed as ordered and got in the car. A hand extended across the seat and I was commanded to hand over my clothes.

His tormenter becomes his stepbrother - and his lover.

“*For those of you not up on computer lingo, here are some hints as to a few that will be used in this story. On a particular RPG (Role Playing Game) website that I use, if you are caught using bad language, your words will be malformed and you may land your character in jail for a period of time, hence, the abbreviations. LOL = Laughing Out Loud ROFLMAO = Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off WTF? = What The Fuck? STFU = Shut The Fuck Up*”

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“Honey, it’s just for a little while until his bed arrives. Please, just do this for Mommy, okay? It won’t be for long, I promise.”

Sir Gordie meets the love of his life.

The marketplace was bustling with energy today. Sir Gordie Thewlis scanned the crowd, using his eagle eyes and military training to search out any possible threat to Queen Rosamund, Princess Rosebud, Consort Velvet and the tiny Prince Simon. Even from his perch atop the carriage, he could see Simon’s blond head in the goat pen, relentlessly chasing an auburn rooster in a futile attempt to catch it. Rosebud laughed as Velvet climbed over the fence and tried to help the 3-year old catch the errant fowl, but neither was successful, instead ending up in a laughing heap on the clean, crisp hay.

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.