Thursday, May 19, 2005

 

BENDOVER BOYFRIENDS I HAVE KNOWN (Part 7)

Spurred by this fortunate encounter with B, we advertise again on Craig's List a few weeks later, when we are back home in L.A. We meet at the San Francisco Saloon in West L.A. with a young writer type, probably early 30s, who has actually turned his screenplay into a movie. Albeit a low budget thing I have never heard of. Still, I am impressed he got a movie made.

He is a thin, pale blond with lanky hair, not unattractive, but way too much in his head for us. Too silent, a tad too sullen. I am unsure what he is doing here. I am suspecting that many guys answer threesome ads as a way to have sex with a woman. They figure they can deal with the guy, as long as he is not demanding too much of them. But we pass on this fellow.

D left the call up to me as we chatted over drinks. I said something like, "I don't think we have the right chemistry here," or something like that. Onward, manly men. This guy feels too straight for us.

Our next guy a few weeks later certainly has the right head for what we're seeking. C is a strawberry blond Venice beach boy, who barely looks out of high school. But he is game for play, has no problem fucking D or me for that matter. Or getting topped himself. C is a real prototype of a guy, still very young, moving up the ladder of experience and being comfortable with it all. Girls, boys, sucking cock, anal sex, whatever. C does not seem challenged or fearful at all of what he gets himself into. He is clearly bi, but probably never uses the term, he's too busy living it.

What is going on in high schools across America?

C and I regard each other with amusement, at first. He likes his women shaved, which I am not, in fact I have a rather nice sized bush. I have never seen a guy who has shaved off EVERYTHING, and I find it looks really weird. Too naked and exposed for me. We manage to giggle our ways beyond this, however. He is not really our type, a bit too chubby, but he plays well.

He is strong enough to hold me upright, with my shoulders planted on the futon, while he does me with my legs straight up and over my head. "How does that feel," he inquires. He feels very deep inside me with this angle. I like being everyone's favorite contortionist. I thank my yoga teachers at times like this.

TO BE CONTINUED

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