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Swallowing by the roadside

{ July 29, 2008 @ 10:29 pm } · { Tenoch }
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It was during that second visit to that same little desert town that we had an experience that still stands out in my mind as one of our purest moments of being friends, lovers and soulmates all at once.

It happened after the night before when another first that I had been planning didn’t work out. I had intended for us to sleep together – to spend the night in the same bed. We very rarely had the opportunity for more than a quickie in a toilet stall, so the occasion of a weekend away (albeit working) got my imagination racing.

The fantasy of a night spent in one another’s arms proved much more attractive than the reality, though. I found that after we had the great sex that Julio described here, I couldn’t fall asleep. I felt awkward and self-conscious and ended up going back to sleep in my own bed.

The next morning on the way back I had a slightly disappointed feeling, like we hadn’t made as much of this rare opportunity as we should have. I mentioned this as we were driving the long road back to the city, and Julio said he felt the same. Soon our cocks were out and we were stroking one another as I was driving.

We felt free and happy, racing through the middle of a sunny, semi-desert landscape. Later Julio leant over and started sucking me as I was driving. It was such a wonderful sensation, feeling his mouth on my dick, his lips caressing the shaft and his tongue curling around the head.

As we were driving down a long, gentle downhill curve I was ready to cum. By this time this was all I could think of. I pulled onto the side of the road, just in time to start shooting my cum into Julio’s mouth, my body trembling and my legs shaking so much I couldn’t control the pedals.

I immediately went down on Julio, working to get him there as well. When he came it was my first taste of his cum and an amazing sensation feeling it spurting out against my tongue. I swallowed all of it.

At that moment we felt perfect: two young guys sharing something wild and exciting, as if we were meant to be nowhere else but by that roadside with our dicks going limp and the taste of one another’s cum in our mouths.

It was a true Y tu mamá moment.

Potato, potahto

{ July 14, 2008 @ 9:22 pm } · { Julio }
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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.

Show me yours

{ July 10, 2008 @ 3:07 am } · { Tenoch }
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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.