Tenoch and I used to spend hours debating the semantics of the word “sex” back in the day when we just discovered our mutual, uhmm, interest. He spoke from the perspective of a married man. I was single, and very much free to mingle.
If I remember correctly his argument was that “sex” was something he saved for marriage. So-called m2m activity happened only during office hours, was limited to mostly wanking with strangers and then only if it could be safely classified as ”fun” or ”just two guys showing off”. I couldn’t get what the fuss was about, although today I understand it much better. Back then sex was (and I suppose, still is) nothing but sex to me, no matter what it’s called. Potato, potahto.
Despite our differing attitudes towards gay sex/fun we shared an overactive sex drive and basically spent a lot of time looking for cock. At first mostly without the other party knowing – we weren’t dating, you know, and we were hardly even friends. Later our adventurous spirits kicked in and we advanced to cock-hunting together as colleagues.
We would frequent local adult video shops on a daily basis. We cruised public toilets in shopping malls over weekends. We began swopping stories afterwards (an unwritten rule until today) , discussing in the biggest detail everything from cock sizes to hilarious thoughts and sexy moments.
A lot has changed since those good o’l days. The thought of casual sex now repells me. I have my reasons though and, in fact, I remember one or two encounters with Tenoch where I decided to curb my enthusiasm. Perhaps I will share those in the near future.
