It was a game I had played a few times before, and I could tell Julio had too.
We had started chatting on whatever instant messaging system was the vogue in the late 90’s. It had taken a few weeks to get comfortable enough with the fact that I was a senior on staff and he barely more than an intern. He was, like, 19 and I almost 10 years older.
It followed the exact same pattern as I had experienced that time in the 7th grade at camp and later with dorm roommates in my senior year at school and junior year at college. I would find myself alone with a friend, the talk turned to sex and at some stage you could sense the conversation leaving the general realm of the girls we know, the hot lecturers, what they do and what we would like to be doing with them.
In these conversations you can sense the talk becoming more personal from both sides, both parties persevering with the topic and eventually heading below the belt until the topic is basically the dicks of the present company. Then there is the moment when both are now hot and horny and you can sense both are intrigued to be taking it further.
All it takes is one comment like: ‘I can’t help but notice by that tent you pitched in your sheets that you are enjoying this topic’ and something will happen. At least there will be wanking and watching, and there will probably be follow-ups, where the masturbation will become mutual and sometimes lead to a lot more …
In Julio and my case the words were him asking me to choose sides with: ’so, are you a horny bisexual’, and me taking the plunge with ’show me yours, and I’ll show you mine’.
Corny, I know, but it got the job done.
