I challenged him - Sex Stories

I challenged him

... not. Some desire is only for fantasy, some for real.” It was a pleasure talking with someone who understood. No lengthy explanations necessary. I spilled the beans that I was comfortable spilling, even about some of my bi play desires, and alluded to the misfires that I experienced with my former muse on the subject. He didn’t say much. He seemed lost in the fog of the morning and in the dark brew before him. “Well, I have to say, it made me cum big time last night, and I so fucking needed that. I lived like a saint on that last project. I just had no time for play.” I wanted to say more than “Happy to oblige.” I wanted to tell him how intensely erotic his explosion sounded to me. How it made me masturbate with my pillow as a gag. I ended up smiling through my own fog and saying, “Glad I could be of service.” But even that sounded like a come-on, and I never meant it to be. As we waded through the surprisingly porn-peppered, waking conversation, he asked me more directly about my experiences with guys. After all, I’d opened that door already. I told him in more detail about Lisa getting me started, and our time searching for the right guy to share with her. And how a couple of them were interesting, but not so much into what we really wanted to do or even try. “It hasn’t really worked in reality…yet” - I let that hover in the morning air, for us both, really -”but with the right guy, I think it might.” “Yeah”, he chimed in, “I’ve had that problem. I like the idea. Even had a ...

... couple of decent experiences with guys. But I guess I’m too fucking picky for my own good” Suddenly, I laughed and he followed. We were semi-mirrors of each other in more ways than I ever expected. I just said quietly, but firmly, “We deserve so much better than decent.” The conversation trailed off as he said, “Yes…. one of these days…” and I nodded, then repeated his words nearly verbatim. It hung there in the warming air, though neither of us acknowledged more than the conversation itself. * Over the next few days, we barely saw each other, and he was nearing his departure day. I texted him to let him know that if he needed to stay longer, he was welcome without any more remuneration. He answered that he’d love to but his airline ticket would be too expensive to change again. Then he suggested we hang out that night if I wasn’t working. We caught a bite at a nice sidewalk cafe, shared stories and people watched. We picked out girls we’d like to meet and take home as they sauntered by. He mentioned that he didn’t look for guys so much in that way, but then he pointed to a young good looking male who he thought he might maybe want, “If the guy’s not an asshole.” I said, “Let’s find a nice couple and k**nap them both. We could share. Have a little of each flavor.” It was all done with that sarcastic low-keyed humor that men banter with in public, but there was something underneath it all that neither of us would mention, barely even to ourselves. To me though, it rang in my ...