Faking it
My friend John and I went on a road trip. He'd been fucking some guy and wanted me go with him. What he really wanted was a ride. But that was OK, because he'd found a guy for me to fuck, too.
John and I had fucked a couple of times, but he really wasn't interested in me, and, well, he looked a little like Marty Feldman. He had a kind of pyramid dick, very thick at the base and quite small at the head. That didn't really matter in those days, because I was mostly a top, and John was a bottom-famously so around our college group. I found out on this trip that John could also top, if that's what the guy paying for dinner wanted.
It turned out that two guys we were going to see were both schoolteachers, and lived together as roommates in Happy Valley. No, really, Happy Valley. The house was On a side street, and a little ramshackle. I later found out that they lived there so that they could save money to move to another state.
John state was cute, probably in his late 20s, well built, but not overly muscular, handsome. He had an easy, confident smile, My date? A little bit different. He was a good decade or more older than John's date, best described as nondescript. He wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't handsome, and-by comparison-I felt cheated. That said, he was definitely glad to see me.
I was pretty terrible at sex in those days. My desires were completely focused on my own pleasure, and I wasn't a generous lover. It turned out that John's date wanted to watch me fuck his roommate, and the two of them fooled around while watching us. All the elements conspired to make me pretty disinterested. On the other hand, I could read the room, and was there to have sex with this guy. It was clear we weren't going to go out to dinner or do anything else until I had finished.
Despite my lack of interest, it was easy to get an erection. I slipped the guy's Sansbelt slacks halfway down his hairy legs, dropped my jeans, and slid up into him. He gasped and shook a little as I thrust, my thickness a promise not shared with my brain. He clenched, and I dropped into a rhythm of sliding in and pulling back to the edge of dropping out. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
John's date moaned as he watched. My guy moaned too. John's guy swallowed that pyramid but maneuvered to watch me.
I was mid-thrust when the absurdity of my first desireless fuck hit me. I paused, afraid I was going to laugh. My guy squeezed his assring, my signal to resume. And I did, but whatever heart I'd had in this charade had left me. I heard John give a long sigh and heard the other man gurgle as John shot. In response, I grunted a couple of times, slamming in really hard, then matched John's sigh with my own strangled "Fuuuck," and stopped. My guy looked back at me and I smiled, slipping out of his ass. I hastily pulled up my briefs and jeans. He stood up, smiling. "Thank you," he said,pulling up his slacks. He didn't seem to want to have an orgasm, but that wasn't surprising. "My pleasure," I replied, winking. "All mine."
The other two had put themselves back together; I could see an impressive erectionin John's date's pants, but he was a bottom who wasn't getting off tonight.
Out in the cool northwestern twilight we discussed where the teachers were taking us to dinner.
John and I had fucked a couple of times, but he really wasn't interested in me, and, well, he looked a little like Marty Feldman. He had a kind of pyramid dick, very thick at the base and quite small at the head. That didn't really matter in those days, because I was mostly a top, and John was a bottom-famously so around our college group. I found out on this trip that John could also top, if that's what the guy paying for dinner wanted.
It turned out that two guys we were going to see were both schoolteachers, and lived together as roommates in Happy Valley. No, really, Happy Valley. The house was On a side street, and a little ramshackle. I later found out that they lived there so that they could save money to move to another state.
John state was cute, probably in his late 20s, well built, but not overly muscular, handsome. He had an easy, confident smile, My date? A little bit different. He was a good decade or more older than John's date, best described as nondescript. He wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't handsome, and-by comparison-I felt cheated. That said, he was definitely glad to see me.
I was pretty terrible at sex in those days. My desires were completely focused on my own pleasure, and I wasn't a generous lover. It turned out that John's date wanted to watch me fuck his roommate, and the two of them fooled around while watching us. All the elements conspired to make me pretty disinterested. On the other hand, I could read the room, and was there to have sex with this guy. It was clear we weren't going to go out to dinner or do anything else until I had finished.
Despite my lack of interest, it was easy to get an erection. I slipped the guy's Sansbelt slacks halfway down his hairy legs, dropped my jeans, and slid up into him. He gasped and shook a little as I thrust, my thickness a promise not shared with my brain. He clenched, and I dropped into a rhythm of sliding in and pulling back to the edge of dropping out. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
John's date moaned as he watched. My guy moaned too. John's guy swallowed that pyramid but maneuvered to watch me.
I was mid-thrust when the absurdity of my first desireless fuck hit me. I paused, afraid I was going to laugh. My guy squeezed his assring, my signal to resume. And I did, but whatever heart I'd had in this charade had left me. I heard John give a long sigh and heard the other man gurgle as John shot. In response, I grunted a couple of times, slamming in really hard, then matched John's sigh with my own strangled "Fuuuck," and stopped. My guy looked back at me and I smiled, slipping out of his ass. I hastily pulled up my briefs and jeans. He stood up, smiling. "Thank you," he said,pulling up his slacks. He didn't seem to want to have an orgasm, but that wasn't surprising. "My pleasure," I replied, winking. "All mine."
The other two had put themselves back together; I could see an impressive erectionin John's date's pants, but he was a bottom who wasn't getting off tonight.
Out in the cool northwestern twilight we discussed where the teachers were taking us to dinner.