Thursday, May 19, 2005
BENDOVER BOYFRIENDS I HAVE KNOWN (Part 5)
So B was not entirely a perfect first-timer for us, but he was certainly putting himself out there, as we were. Things would get better over time, I hoped. OK, so he needed a woman there before he could fuck a guy. But his next step probably WOULD be fucking a guy all on his own. He was fascinated to know about D's encounters in bath houses. D readily obliges with some feedback on that, but I don't see B running out to a bath house anytime soon.
But he's letting his mind work its way around the prospect of incorporating male energy into his life, and that's always the first and maybe the biggest step. We all have to start somewhere. And then somewhere down the road, B might eventually hook up with a guy who could fuck him and rework the guy's mind. He seemed into that. That was why he chose working with chemicals as his life's work. He appreciated how they could rework a guy's mind.
He tells us a story about his teenage years, when he was at odds with so much, especially his father. He had this BSA motorcycle, in the garage. B would go out there sometimes, into his own little realm of power, whenever his spirit needed recharging. He would take his clothes off, then drape himself over the bike, unscrew the gas cap and breathe deeply of the fumes.
Apparently there is some secret ingredient in the gas that gives guys a hard-on like crazy. It sounded akin to glue-sniffing, only better. Poppers for those on the move, as it were.
I liked that everything B explored with us seemed to be fitted into his own level of comfort. He knew his boundaries and limits and he worked well within them. D and I were quite happy with him, and felt no need to demand more or push him further.
B was as fastidious between sessions as we were. Lots of hand washing went on. After showering at one point, D came out of the bathroom and was rather delighted to see me on my stomach, getting fucked anally by B.
"You had this dreamy look on your face, it was so cool, like you were happily dazed," he told me days later. Dazed. Bewitched. Bothered. Bewildered. Sounds like me.
Later on we all hung out some more and smoked more pot. I am especially pleased to feel the vibe between my partner and B. They seemed happy talking together, and were clearly enjoying each other's company. B is basically a sweet, bright but somewhat shy man. He lets his hair down though more and more as the night progresses, and he clearly seems to relish my partner D's enthusiasm for nearly everything.
"Are you always this animated?" he asks D with amusement in his tone. D is like Quentin Tarantino doing film interviews, just non-stop commentary about everything. So yes, D can often be quite animated. B seems to enjoy basking in that energy, and I am viewing all this with approval, wanting to even keep a little off of it, just to see it develop.
TO BE CONTINUED
But he's letting his mind work its way around the prospect of incorporating male energy into his life, and that's always the first and maybe the biggest step. We all have to start somewhere. And then somewhere down the road, B might eventually hook up with a guy who could fuck him and rework the guy's mind. He seemed into that. That was why he chose working with chemicals as his life's work. He appreciated how they could rework a guy's mind.
He tells us a story about his teenage years, when he was at odds with so much, especially his father. He had this BSA motorcycle, in the garage. B would go out there sometimes, into his own little realm of power, whenever his spirit needed recharging. He would take his clothes off, then drape himself over the bike, unscrew the gas cap and breathe deeply of the fumes.
Apparently there is some secret ingredient in the gas that gives guys a hard-on like crazy. It sounded akin to glue-sniffing, only better. Poppers for those on the move, as it were.
I liked that everything B explored with us seemed to be fitted into his own level of comfort. He knew his boundaries and limits and he worked well within them. D and I were quite happy with him, and felt no need to demand more or push him further.
B was as fastidious between sessions as we were. Lots of hand washing went on. After showering at one point, D came out of the bathroom and was rather delighted to see me on my stomach, getting fucked anally by B.
"You had this dreamy look on your face, it was so cool, like you were happily dazed," he told me days later. Dazed. Bewitched. Bothered. Bewildered. Sounds like me.
Later on we all hung out some more and smoked more pot. I am especially pleased to feel the vibe between my partner and B. They seemed happy talking together, and were clearly enjoying each other's company. B is basically a sweet, bright but somewhat shy man. He lets his hair down though more and more as the night progresses, and he clearly seems to relish my partner D's enthusiasm for nearly everything.
"Are you always this animated?" he asks D with amusement in his tone. D is like Quentin Tarantino doing film interviews, just non-stop commentary about everything. So yes, D can often be quite animated. B seems to enjoy basking in that energy, and I am viewing all this with approval, wanting to even keep a little off of it, just to see it develop.
TO BE CONTINUED
