I wrote erotic stories for a time as a hobby and diversion. During that time the comments, which had been received from people who had read the stories, were largely positive. There were some negative and rather abusive comments. They were primarily in response to homosexual activities, which took place in group sex or incestuous settings. I have some opinions about what motivated such responses, but the statements made were of no importance either then or now.
A number of the responses were from men who were bi-curious or admittedly bi. They had either experienced or wanted to experience man-to-man sex in either group sex or swinging settings. A few were from men who were interested in or fantasized about being with another man.
I responded to my e-mail whenever the sender included an e-mail address. (Interestingly enough, the abusive responses were always anonymous.) Sometimes a correspondence developed. Most involved two or three messages back and forth and then the correspondence ended.
One series of e-mail correspondence developed into an electronic relationship. For the purposes of this story, I’ll call the writer “Gil”, because I have never knowingly received or sent e-mail to anyone with a screen name of “Gil”.
Initially, Gil described how he seemed to slip into the stories as he read them. Although the stories were fantasies, they intrigued Gil. He wrote that he fantasized about being with another man, but he really had no good idea how to begin to fulfill his fantasy.
We continued our contact. Gil told how he fantasized sucking as he was being sucked. I wasn’t sure how to respond, but we continued to write to each about ourselves. I told him I was single and bisexual and equally enjoyed sex with men and women. He wrote me that he was bi-curious, but pursuing his curiosity could ruin his marriage.
We found out that we had a number of things in common. We both read a lot rather that watch TV. Neither one of us were sports fanatics. We both took care of ourselves and worked out regularly and, most important of all, we both traveled a lot in our work.
I decided to press the issue. I asked Gil what his travel schedule was for the next three months. I told him that I could change my schedule to match his and, if he was really interested in being with another man, we could arrange to meet somewhere.
He said he would like that. I looked at his schedule and found that I could meet with him. I told him that, if he wanted to meet, he should book his normal travel plans and I would make arrangements for place to meet. This way, his travel would appear “normal”.
I took a few days off from my job (It helps if you own the company) and booked a suite in a resort hotel near where Gil would be working. The resort hotel was gay friendly and I figured two men meeting in a gay friendly location would be less conspicuous that two men moving between rooms in a “straight” hotel.
Gil made his usual hotel arrangements. I booked the resort hotel. He left his hotel room and rented car and took a taxi to a light rail station. I had parked in the station parking lot and was waiting for Gil on the platform. We had exchanged photographs some time earlier so we could identify each other when we finally met.
As we walked to the car, I explained the hotel set up. Gil agreed that two men checking into a gay friendly hotel was probably less conspicuous that meeting at a “straight” hotel.
When we got to the hotel, I checked us in. Not an eyebrow was raised over the fact that we were the same sex and had very little luggage. I could have registered, as “Mr. and Mr. Smith” and no one would have cared.
Once we got to our suite, we decided to lay it on the line. Gil wanted to try sex with another man. I wanted to help him. We decided to get some dinner then return to hotel room. We would shower, possibly together, and then let nature or lust take its course.
We talked quietly while we ate dinner. Gil had had a long interest in photography and had once planned to work as a commercial photographer. He also studied figure photography and had developed an interest in photographing nudes. He found the male nude intrigued him.
“I began to seek out work by photographers who featured males. This led, of course, to both heterosexual erotica and to homoerotic work. I found myself pursuing more and more of the homoerotic and, as I studied the photos, I found that I wanted to experience another man’s body and experience sex with a man. It has taken years but here I am.”
Gil looked at me. I weighed my thoughts before I spoke. “I’ve always enjoyed sex. I had my first non-solo sexual experience with a friend in high school. I dated a number of girls and we did a lot of heavy petting and making out, but my first true sexual experience with another person was with my best friend.”
“We used to get skin magazines and jerk off together as we looked at and fantasized about the models in the centerfolds. One time, I remember, he got a hold of a porn mag. We really jerked ourselves raw while looking at the pictures, especially the blowjobs.”
Gil was raptly following my words. “One thing led to another. We talked about what it would be like screw the models in the pictures. And, of course, blowjobs were a big topic of discussion.”
One afternoon, while we were leafing through a thumb worn porn mag, my buddy says ‘ I know how we can get a blowjob.”
“Who do you know that I don’t?” I thought about the few girls we knew who had reputations for being ‘fast’. “We don’t know any girls who will let you touch their pussies, let alone suck your dick. If you take them to a movie and a hamburger and malt afterward, you’re lucky if you can get your hand inside their bra.”
He looked at me, “We don’t need girls.”
“What?”
“We don’t need girls. We can blow each other.”
“You’re kidding!”
“No, you suck my dick and I’ll suck yours.” He was already taking his clothes off. “Come on, get naked.”
Before I knew what was happening, my buddy was standing in front of me. He was naked. And he had a big hard-on. It was too late to chicken out. I hurriedly pulled off my clothes. Soon I was naked and with a big hard-on too.
We looked at each other and gulped. My buddy gripped my hard dick. He dropped to his knees and put my dick in his mouth. When he closed his lips around my cock shaft, my knees almost gave away.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, it took just a few minutes before I blew my load. I shot cum all over his room. He stood up and I got on my knees. He had been jerking himself off while he blew me. His cockhead was wet with pre-cum.”
“Go on.”
“The second I slipped my mouth over his cock it felt so good that I knew I was a cocksucker. He began to cum even more quickly that I did. I barely got his dick out of my mouth before he blew his load over my face and chest.”
“What happened after that?”
“We spent the summer after high school sucking each other off. We didn’t need porn mags. I dated some of my girl friends and, when fall came, I went to college and he went into the service.”
“Gawd, I wish that had been me. When did you learn you were bi?”
“All through college, I was pretty straight. I quickly learned that a lot of women like to screw as much as I did. After I graduated and went to work, I met a number of couples and singles where I found that if you were a switch hitter, you got a lot of action.”
“Of course, I’ve become more careful. Early on, if you saw a hole, you filled it. Cunt, mouth or ass. It didn’t make any difference. Sex, woman or man, didn’t matter either. We didn’t use condoms or dams. I’m more circumspect and careful now.”
“Well, I’m clean and healthy.”
“So am I”
“Listening to you has gotten me turned on. Let’s go upstairs.”
When we got into our suite, I suggested we shower. I went first. I quickly showered and slipped on one of the hotel robes. I fixed a couple of drinks while Gil showered. It wasn’t the old ‘candy is dandy but liquor is quicker’ ploy, but I figured a slightly stiff drink would relax the inhibitions and stiffen the resolve. Of course, booze can relax everything if one isn’t careful.
When Gil came out of the bathroom he was wearing a hotel robe too. I handed him a drink.
