Thursday, August 11, 2005
THE HUNTING PARTY (Part 2)
After about half an hour of chat, D looks across the table at us girls and says, "Well, we're in love, how are you girls doing?"
We think we're doing ok. We all head back to the couple's small digs in Venice. The romance of Venice is vastly overrated. For years it was overpriced, crime-infested, drug-ridden. D and I know, we've bought them there. Now it is overpriced, crime-infested, drug-ridden. And Julia Roberts is moving into the area.
S and J struggle to make the rent in their tiny closet of an apartment. But the waterbed seems to be a major investment, and before long the four of us are rolling around naked on top of it. Just try having sex on a waterbed with other people onboard. Could the last moments on the Titanic have been anything like this? It's a wonder we weren't all getting seasick.
We split up at some point, D went into the living room with S, and I went into the bedroom with J. She has a really nice white body, nothing is too big, nor too small. She has never been with a woman before. I think we had an amiable time, I seem to recall going down on her. But for the life of me I can remember little else.
S was definitely into having his cock sucked, and reciprocating, but little else. D refers to these guys as the "Bi Orals." They're just too scared and unadventurous to try more. For some reason that eludes me, cocksucking can be a proper male activity, but more than that and the guy worries about that Fag Label. D of course wants more.
After all, any good Orthodox boy who's grown up getting fucked in yeshiva stairwells is certainly going to have no patience with guys who say, "Hi, I'm bi oral."
He wanted the world, the world in fact being S's lovely ass. Not to be, however. J and I came into the bedroom where the guys were playing, right at the moment where my partner D was trying to seat himself on top of S. We all played some more on the waterbed, and at one point we all toppled off onto the floor. The three of us thought it was hilarious, but the wife seemed quite annoyed by the whole episode.
She was already verbalizing her unhappiness at having to get up early in the morning to go to work. Wherever/whatever work was. We spent the night there, and J in fact did get up in time to head out to work. She was not happy at all about leaving us alone there, as if she knew we would promptly set about having more fun together the minute she left.
The minute she left we started having more fun together. It was quite lovely. The boys played with each other while I watched, then D fucked me good, then we made coffee and chatted and went our separate ways. We each knew we had a great time, just the three of us, but nobody wanted to comment on that.
We hear from S and J over the next few months, but it is difficult arranging more rendezvous. We never do hook up again. Then the connection seems to fade for good.
About two years go by, then out of the blue S calls me up at home. How did he get my number, I remember thinking. I must have given it to him.
"A blast from your past," he begins. Right away I recognize that raspy voice. Sounds just like Billy Idol, actually, I finally decide. I am feeling happy to hear from him again. Especially when he proceeds to tell me he and J have separated, a divorce is pending.
Quel surprise, thinks I. "I just want you to know, I'm not carrying any baggage," he says to me. Great, I'm thinking. Maybe now it can be just the three of us, just the way D and I had hoped it would be anyway.
Then S throws in the clinker. "So, are you still with D?" he asks. I realize then he's looking to separate me from my flock, he no longer seems in bi mode, he is on the lookout for a woman and I have become "it."
I remember my feeling of bitter disappointment. I am pretty much in league with D now, I wouldn't take on S without D there too. S sounds like he is now a pretty damn straight guy after all. And probably a pretty conventional one. My interest has already crashed and burned. We talk a bit more, then the conversation winds down. Nothing more to be said. The ship sails on.
Maybe I am turning conventional too, I start to wonder later. D and I are moving apace as a couple. I resisted that for the first couple of years. Monogamy has never been my thing, but I have been able to work through that over some time with D. I have had to learn that good things can come too in close relationships, and that now was the time and here was the person with whom I would undertake this journey. I was feeling I had made progress, so I didn't want my apple cart disturbed now by any "blasts" from my past.
But having sex, publicly, as a couple. With other Persons of Interest. Now, that's an idea we still like, and it's time is coming.
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We think we're doing ok. We all head back to the couple's small digs in Venice. The romance of Venice is vastly overrated. For years it was overpriced, crime-infested, drug-ridden. D and I know, we've bought them there. Now it is overpriced, crime-infested, drug-ridden. And Julia Roberts is moving into the area.
S and J struggle to make the rent in their tiny closet of an apartment. But the waterbed seems to be a major investment, and before long the four of us are rolling around naked on top of it. Just try having sex on a waterbed with other people onboard. Could the last moments on the Titanic have been anything like this? It's a wonder we weren't all getting seasick.
We split up at some point, D went into the living room with S, and I went into the bedroom with J. She has a really nice white body, nothing is too big, nor too small. She has never been with a woman before. I think we had an amiable time, I seem to recall going down on her. But for the life of me I can remember little else.
S was definitely into having his cock sucked, and reciprocating, but little else. D refers to these guys as the "Bi Orals." They're just too scared and unadventurous to try more. For some reason that eludes me, cocksucking can be a proper male activity, but more than that and the guy worries about that Fag Label. D of course wants more.
After all, any good Orthodox boy who's grown up getting fucked in yeshiva stairwells is certainly going to have no patience with guys who say, "Hi, I'm bi oral."
He wanted the world, the world in fact being S's lovely ass. Not to be, however. J and I came into the bedroom where the guys were playing, right at the moment where my partner D was trying to seat himself on top of S. We all played some more on the waterbed, and at one point we all toppled off onto the floor. The three of us thought it was hilarious, but the wife seemed quite annoyed by the whole episode.
She was already verbalizing her unhappiness at having to get up early in the morning to go to work. Wherever/whatever work was. We spent the night there, and J in fact did get up in time to head out to work. She was not happy at all about leaving us alone there, as if she knew we would promptly set about having more fun together the minute she left.
The minute she left we started having more fun together. It was quite lovely. The boys played with each other while I watched, then D fucked me good, then we made coffee and chatted and went our separate ways. We each knew we had a great time, just the three of us, but nobody wanted to comment on that.
We hear from S and J over the next few months, but it is difficult arranging more rendezvous. We never do hook up again. Then the connection seems to fade for good.
About two years go by, then out of the blue S calls me up at home. How did he get my number, I remember thinking. I must have given it to him.
"A blast from your past," he begins. Right away I recognize that raspy voice. Sounds just like Billy Idol, actually, I finally decide. I am feeling happy to hear from him again. Especially when he proceeds to tell me he and J have separated, a divorce is pending.
Quel surprise, thinks I. "I just want you to know, I'm not carrying any baggage," he says to me. Great, I'm thinking. Maybe now it can be just the three of us, just the way D and I had hoped it would be anyway.
Then S throws in the clinker. "So, are you still with D?" he asks. I realize then he's looking to separate me from my flock, he no longer seems in bi mode, he is on the lookout for a woman and I have become "it."
I remember my feeling of bitter disappointment. I am pretty much in league with D now, I wouldn't take on S without D there too. S sounds like he is now a pretty damn straight guy after all. And probably a pretty conventional one. My interest has already crashed and burned. We talk a bit more, then the conversation winds down. Nothing more to be said. The ship sails on.
Maybe I am turning conventional too, I start to wonder later. D and I are moving apace as a couple. I resisted that for the first couple of years. Monogamy has never been my thing, but I have been able to work through that over some time with D. I have had to learn that good things can come too in close relationships, and that now was the time and here was the person with whom I would undertake this journey. I was feeling I had made progress, so I didn't want my apple cart disturbed now by any "blasts" from my past.
But having sex, publicly, as a couple. With other Persons of Interest. Now, that's an idea we still like, and it's time is coming.
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