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Making love in the desert

{ July 26, 2008 @ 3:24 am } · { Tenoch }
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It must have been about two years into our wank buddyhood when Julio and I crossed the second intimacy barrier.

(We had already crossed the line from strictly hand action to the occasional blowjob. Both of us at first found sucking cock unsensual – I remember thinking the first time that I might as well be sucking on a dildo! We soon developed  a taste for it, though.)

The second intimacy line was crossed on a business trip with a third colleague of ours to a small desert town a couple of hundred miles from our hometown.

I haven’t heard Julio’s version, but I’m pretty sure we were thinking how we were going to get into one another’s beds from the moment we heard we were going. On night 1 nothing happened. We arrived quite late, checked into three seperate rooms of a guest house and went to sleep.

The next evening, after concluding the day’s business, we all went out to dinner and returned to the guest house in good spirits and just a little drunk. Everybody said their good nights and went off to their rooms.

I left my door unlocked and waited for about 15 minutes, wondering if my subtle flirting during the day would be enough to bring Julio there now. No such luck – sometimes you really have to spell it out for him!

I sent him a text message and he confirmed that he also ‘couldn’t get to sleep’ – which meant he had been waiting for me to initiate it. I told him to come to my room, but that clothes were not allowed. I lay in my double bed with a raging hardon and he snuck in wearing only a towel.

There was some awkwardness as he stood by the bed in the darkened room, until I reached out my hand and felt his hard cock under the towel. The sensation of his warm hardness is vivid for me to this day.

He got in bed beside me, and we did what came close to what could be called ‘making love’ for the first time. We explored one another’s naked bodies in the warm desert evening. We kissed for the first time. We held one another. We did everything but fuck.

We both came on my stomach and I loved him watching me in the shower washing our mixed cum off my body.

Night ride home

{ July 20, 2008 @ 12:52 am } · { Julio }
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Our work at the agency involved quite a lot of professional socialising after hours.

Tenoch (now my new boss) asked me to attend one of these after work functions with the promise of a ride to and from the event. I obliged, secretly hoping we’d have some fun afterwards. On our way there I could sense he had the same thoughts, but we kept it professional. (By then our relationship as colleagues and newfound friends had already developed into exploring each other’s cocks, and he even persuaded me to suck him once.)

We talked shop, we mingled with strangers and familiar faces, we drank some wine and eventually decided to leave. As he had never been to my place before, I had to direct him. Naturally, being a little drunk, we missed the correct turnoff as we were fondling each other’s cocks whilst Tenoch was driving in the dark.

We pulled over at the entrance of what looked like a farm next to the road. “Suck me,” I said, not really expecting him to say yes as we were officially strictly into wanking. He smiled naughtily, opened his car door and asked me to come around to his side.

He stayed put in the driver’s seat. I stood outside, facing him. I gasped as his fingers brushed over the lump at the front of my jeans. I outright moaned as he pressed his palm firmly against my cock and squeezed it lightly. With my help he pulled down both my pants and underwear to bunch around my ankles.

It was really cold outside, but it didn’t matter as my boss was about to suck me right there in the middle of nowhere. His hand closed around my cock and he slowly began to pump it, his free hand making small work of the buttons on my shirt. My hips bucked into his grasp.

He licked the underside of my cock. He held his breath. I slowly eased my cock-head into his mouth. He licked the ridge of it, and sucked the whole knob. I started to hump into his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. This was his blowjob, as if to say, and by the looks of it he was going to be in control. He slowly began to suck up and down my cock, easing my whole shaft in and out of his mouth. My pre-cum must have coated his mouth and throat.

He lifted his head and asked if I was close. I said yes, barely able to speak. He jacked my cock all the way to the edge of cumming, but before I could even contemplate exploding, he took my cock all the way to the hilt, into his throat.

I wanted to come badly when out of the blue the bright lights of a pick-up truck came our way. We had such a fright. We really feared being arrested for trespassing a stranger’s property and being literally caught pants down. He started the ignition. I ran to the passenger side of the car with my jeans still around my ankles. We just, just made it when the truck passed us.

Tenoch drove me home, mostly in silence. The following day he put a CD on my desk without saying a word. It was Joni Mitchell’s Night Ride Home. Up to this day I’m still not sure if he even recognised the irony. I pressed the play button: “Once in a while/ in a big blue moon/ there comes a night like this/ like some surrealist/ invented this 4th of July/ night ride home.”

Mind over matter

{ July 13, 2008 @ 3:57 am } · { Tenoch }
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I witnessed something incredible the other night.

Julio was in the shower and I walked in and watched him. (This doesn’t happen often – we don’t live all that close to another and we lead totally seperate lives …)

While I am a total exhibitionist and love summer as an excuse to wear as little clothing as possible, he has issues with his body and you will rarely even catch him in shorts. So even though I know his body very intimately after almost 10 years of playing with it, getting the chance to look at him naked while I was fully clothed was kind of rare.

As I watched, his cock started growing. I watched it go from small and limp through several intermediate stages until it was the hard, cut and beautiful thing that still turns me on a decade later. I was kind of pleased by the thought that my gaze could still turn him on after all this time.

THEN he proceeded to demonstrate how he could – through sheer force of will and mental manipulation – make his hardon disappear again. He even kept it that way despite my taking out my own hard cock for him to see. Only when I grabbed his and put it in my mouth to suck did he lose control of it.

This revealed a lot about our different attitudes to our penises and sex (and specifically sex with guys).

Like he wrote in a previous post, Julio couldn’t get hard the first time we showed our cocks to one another. His dick is an extension of his emotions. He is unable to screw if we had a fight and he is not totally over it. Not surprisingly, he realised/decided that he is gay (almost exclusively – but that is another story) early on during our friendship.

On the other hand, my dick is a plaything for me, especially when it comes to playing with men. Only about 5 years into my fuckbuddy ‘relationship’ with Julio did it become even remotely plausible to me that I could have feelings of love or intimacy for a guy. It just didn’t compute.

Gay encounters were exhibitionist, adventurous, superficial fun, and still is with anyone but Julio. Emotional sex – the kind that you are into with your entire body and soul and that feels like going home - for me is something I get from just one female body in the entire world.

Except for Julio, sometimes, that is. Which makes me a one woman, and one man, man.

Up, close and personal

{ July 8, 2008 @ 12:09 pm } · { Julio }
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The first time I sucked Tenoch’s cock we laughed so much I feared we might be busted and arrested. You should’ve seen it to believe it. He shut and locked the door to the cubicle of a public spot close by to our offices. I sat on the toilet seat, took his dick in my hand and wondered what it would taste like.

Although by then I had fooled around with guys, including Tenoch, I had never actually sucked anyone. I suppose I considered myself straight then, but also didn’t really have the guts to put my money where my mouth was, although the thought also wasn’t particularly arousing.  How times have changed.

So Tenoch and I agreed the hour has cometh. We laughed ’cause I was so clumsy, and he had to quiet me down as anybody could have entered the bathroom and have heard the commotion. I sucked him for a bit. My mouth was numb. He got an urgent phone call and had to leave.

The whole experience lasted about 10 minutes.