Thursday, March 02, 2006
Lunch With A
Last week Dave and I visited our friend A in San Francisco. We met him through his monthly bisexual "massage" parties that he holds in his apartment near the U.C. Medical Center. A is a really super fit older guy, and we have coveted him for a while. We played with him at the first party we attended, and we wanted more. Today we figured we would hit the new De Young Museum, grab a bite and play with A. He sounded quite willing.
Off we went, for a bowl of soup and sandwiches first in a place near A's apartment in the upper Haight. Then we walked over to the museum and mingled with the tourists. Sight-seeing can take it out of you sometimes. The walk took its toll, particularly on A we discovered.
Once back at A's tiny one bedroom, the mood seemed mellow and relaxed. Naturally, being men, the two men left it up to me. I wasn't sure where the vibe was exactly, but I thought we could proceed into erotic play. So I suggested that.
Clothes came off, the guys amused themselves massaging me. Then Dave went down on me and got me off pretty quickly. Then we started fondling one another, I got up on top of A on the massage table and proceeded to ride him for a bit. Dave played with my ass from behind, but he hesitated getting up on the table. They weren't made for three people.
We migrated onto the sofa, then into the bedroom. But as we moved along, it became apparent A was not fully engaged. He tells us that normally at this time of day he takes a nap. Great. The more Dave and I were ramping up, the more A seemed about to fade into oblivion. His mood seemed far more touchy-feely. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but we were here for the main event, if you will.
A was being affectionate and dreamy about the whole thing, we were being intense and erotic. Two different wave lengths. Dave told me later that he sensed it might not work with him and A. Both tend to want to be bottoms.
"I kept trying to overlook the fact he has white hair and a beard," Dave told me later. He was trying to get up the wherewithall to fuck A, but it just wasn't going to happen.
"I think I scared him," says Dave later. Men have trouble saying "no" sometimes too, I realized later. If we had interrupted his naptime, he should have said something. People who can take naps in the middle of the day I find...well, odd. Maybe I am just jealous. I have to be really really tired to nap during the day. During vipassana meditation retreats was the only time I could nap, because they keep you so close to a sleep-deprivation state. A few minutes and I could nod off.
But A seemed to be in another place. I should have realized that when I first laid eyes on him in his tie-dyed T-shirt. "So, you've been over to Berkeley," I was going to say jokingly.
That defined the day perfectly. He was back in the era of Flower Power. We on the other hand were faster than a New York minute.
No hard feelings, and we seemed to part on pleasant terms. But it was disappointing. We are discovering, Dave and I, that we tend to be more sexual than many of the people we are meeting at these little events. We knew A liked us, and we liked him. But sometimes, even that is not enough.
You still need to catch them in a "perfect" moment.
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Off we went, for a bowl of soup and sandwiches first in a place near A's apartment in the upper Haight. Then we walked over to the museum and mingled with the tourists. Sight-seeing can take it out of you sometimes. The walk took its toll, particularly on A we discovered.
Once back at A's tiny one bedroom, the mood seemed mellow and relaxed. Naturally, being men, the two men left it up to me. I wasn't sure where the vibe was exactly, but I thought we could proceed into erotic play. So I suggested that.
Clothes came off, the guys amused themselves massaging me. Then Dave went down on me and got me off pretty quickly. Then we started fondling one another, I got up on top of A on the massage table and proceeded to ride him for a bit. Dave played with my ass from behind, but he hesitated getting up on the table. They weren't made for three people.
We migrated onto the sofa, then into the bedroom. But as we moved along, it became apparent A was not fully engaged. He tells us that normally at this time of day he takes a nap. Great. The more Dave and I were ramping up, the more A seemed about to fade into oblivion. His mood seemed far more touchy-feely. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but we were here for the main event, if you will.
A was being affectionate and dreamy about the whole thing, we were being intense and erotic. Two different wave lengths. Dave told me later that he sensed it might not work with him and A. Both tend to want to be bottoms.
"I kept trying to overlook the fact he has white hair and a beard," Dave told me later. He was trying to get up the wherewithall to fuck A, but it just wasn't going to happen.
"I think I scared him," says Dave later. Men have trouble saying "no" sometimes too, I realized later. If we had interrupted his naptime, he should have said something. People who can take naps in the middle of the day I find...well, odd. Maybe I am just jealous. I have to be really really tired to nap during the day. During vipassana meditation retreats was the only time I could nap, because they keep you so close to a sleep-deprivation state. A few minutes and I could nod off.
But A seemed to be in another place. I should have realized that when I first laid eyes on him in his tie-dyed T-shirt. "So, you've been over to Berkeley," I was going to say jokingly.
That defined the day perfectly. He was back in the era of Flower Power. We on the other hand were faster than a New York minute.
No hard feelings, and we seemed to part on pleasant terms. But it was disappointing. We are discovering, Dave and I, that we tend to be more sexual than many of the people we are meeting at these little events. We knew A liked us, and we liked him. But sometimes, even that is not enough.
You still need to catch them in a "perfect" moment.
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