Thursday, May 19, 2005
BENDOVER BOYFRIENDS I HAVE KNOWN (Part 3)
We migrate back to our swell digs at Motel 6. Yeah, we're cheap, but they're also great places to party. And on a Friday night in a border town like San Diego, we got the distinct impression we were not alone. You can raise the dead and nobody blinks an eye. Perfect.
A little shyness inevitably seems to pervade the first moments of such encounters, even after a few tokes of weed and a drink or two. That's ok, it adds a certain sweetness to the moment. B is a strong-looking guy, with just the right amount of hair, and a beautiful curved dick with a nice flat surface on top. Very interesting, I am thinking. Useful too.
For me, he works just fine as a lover. Turns out B is married to a muff diver. Well, no wonder I'm thinking, when he tells us this. She has taught him well. I get the eerie feeling she's in the room with us. But then I feel that way about other lovers too, you inherit THEIR lovers, and their expertise moves your way.
Somewhere in the evening B uses that flat top ridge of his dick to rub lightly from top to bottom over my clit while he is inside me. His movements are very subtle and nice. What a great feeling, maybe I should cast this one in plaster. I have never seen a dick that can do this, so my first thought is posterity, of course. After which I send a "thank you" out into the ether to the absent but still present woman, who was smart enough to seize her advantage and direct that fine member to a useful purpose in life.
The erotic chess continues into the wee smalls. Before you can say ham on rye, I find myself getting sandwiched between them. I'm on top of B, while D takes me from behind. Both holes. "We got you covered," as D likes to say. I have fantasized about getting sandwiched for a long time, so I am feeling like I have died and gone to that big deli in the sky. It's a sense of total invasion, with a person intimately connected to me on the front of my body, and on my back as well. Quite an intense moment, however else you may want to interpret it. At this point, I don't. I will just let it ping and pong around in my brain later on, its natural percolation will take it wherever it needs to go.
TO BE CONTINUED
A little shyness inevitably seems to pervade the first moments of such encounters, even after a few tokes of weed and a drink or two. That's ok, it adds a certain sweetness to the moment. B is a strong-looking guy, with just the right amount of hair, and a beautiful curved dick with a nice flat surface on top. Very interesting, I am thinking. Useful too.
For me, he works just fine as a lover. Turns out B is married to a muff diver. Well, no wonder I'm thinking, when he tells us this. She has taught him well. I get the eerie feeling she's in the room with us. But then I feel that way about other lovers too, you inherit THEIR lovers, and their expertise moves your way.
Somewhere in the evening B uses that flat top ridge of his dick to rub lightly from top to bottom over my clit while he is inside me. His movements are very subtle and nice. What a great feeling, maybe I should cast this one in plaster. I have never seen a dick that can do this, so my first thought is posterity, of course. After which I send a "thank you" out into the ether to the absent but still present woman, who was smart enough to seize her advantage and direct that fine member to a useful purpose in life.
The erotic chess continues into the wee smalls. Before you can say ham on rye, I find myself getting sandwiched between them. I'm on top of B, while D takes me from behind. Both holes. "We got you covered," as D likes to say. I have fantasized about getting sandwiched for a long time, so I am feeling like I have died and gone to that big deli in the sky. It's a sense of total invasion, with a person intimately connected to me on the front of my body, and on my back as well. Quite an intense moment, however else you may want to interpret it. At this point, I don't. I will just let it ping and pong around in my brain later on, its natural percolation will take it wherever it needs to go.
TO BE CONTINUED
