More cops

While I'm on the subject of cops, Tony invited me to his BBQ next week. So what's the big deal, I hear you ask. Who's Tony, and what's so special about his BBQ?

Every year thousands of gay men descend on my city for the Mardi Gras season, there's a big parade and lots of parties and whatnot. It's the weekend after next and you can feel it in the air already, all the inner-city gyms are packed, there are lots of well-built handsome well-dressed men with foreign accents wandering around my neighborhood (which you eventually get sick of, as they all look a bit the same - give me a suburban dad any time). I don't go to the parade or the parties as I'm usually out of town, as I will be this year.

But on the Thursday before the parade, in the evening, my friend Tony has a BBQ. Tony's a cop and he's part of some international network of gay cops and firefighters and his annual BBQ is a big get-together for all the gay cops and firemen who've come from Canada and the US (mostly). I'll be one of the very few who's not a cop or a fireman.

I like this for a couple of reasons: for a start, it's such a great setup, I'm there with a beer, standing out on the deck at the back of Tony's house, chatting (and yes, flirting) with Canadian firefighters, and later on if it's a warm night guys get naked and get in the pool. But also, I'm just delighted to get an invite to this gathering. It means I'm nice and butch still.

When I was involved with Sam (the one time in my life I was in a same-sex relationship, and it occurs to me that I probably should write something sometime about it) he and I used to monitor each other for signs that we were becoming florists. Over-use of the word 'fabulous', too many hand gestures, that sort of thing.

The other thing about Tony is that he's the first man I ever fell for and it surprised me. We met just over three years ago when I first moved back from the UK. We started chatting on a gay cruising site, we spoke on the phone and he invited me to his place for dinner. He'd just turned 50 and he has a very handsome, open masculine face and a very calm manner. We had dinner sitting out on the deck and I remember feeling very relaxed, as though we'd created a bubble around us and I didn't have to worry about anything else.. my job, my situation with my wife, the works. Long dinner, lots of talking.. then a swim and then he fucked me. Perhaps because i was so relaxed and happy and I liked him a lot anyway the sex was incredible. We talked some more and then I went home and the next morning when I woke up I had the strangest feeling, I realised I had a bit of a crush on him and wanted to see him again, straight away.

I was used to having sex with men, I was even becoming used to the idea of forming quite close friendships with men I'd met for sex (as I realised later, that was the biggest part of why I did it so much) but I'd never expected to fall for someone. And it surprised me.

FC, Tina and where did my day go?

You recall, I'm sure, how I told you about seeing my friend FC and Tina on Friday. And how it'd been a lot of fun, partly because I just did a cameo, a walk-on part. I was there all of 15 or 20 minutes.

Part of the reason I liked it like that so much was as a contrast to my previous session with the two of them, which had been a couple of weeks ago. Here's what we got up to (Sarah wanted me to email her with the details, so I obliged) -

i got there a bit after 7. it was at my friend [FC]'s place in [ ]. He's a cop. About my age. Very nice guy. Used to be gay, now likes fucking women. The other guest was already there. Tina (not her real name) is early 40s, quite tidy. I've met her before, with [FC].
We sat down and chatted and had a drink. Then we have to wind the clock forward two and a half fucking hours.

The general setup when [FC] and I do Tina (if I can generalise) is that she really really loves being fucked hard. So he and I pretty much take turns. She goes right off, it's lovely. So if I'm fucking her, [FC]'s either watching or getting her to suck his cock. Then we'll use a bit of hand signals to coordinate switching over after a while, it's quite hard work. We give each other occassional thumbs-up.. 'well done', that sort of thing.

When he fucks her I would sometimes go in the living room and have a leisurely swig of my beer, then wander back to observe. A couple of times I got underneath her (she likes being fucked from behind, ass in the air) to lick her clit while she was being fucked. Nice view from there too.

One item she'd put on the agenda for this particular evening was that she wanted to see a bit of man-on-man action, so I obliged by sucking his cock. While I was fucking her, of course. She loved that. She also wanted the two of us to kiss, which we did. Although I don't really like kissing men, it's very gay. (And yes, I know exactly how hypocritical this sounds.)

After a while of this I get a bit bored. i have to say. esecially as it was getting quite late. But towrds the end he started playing with my ass, which she noticed and liked. He didnt fuck me (he's actually the only guy who's fucked me in the last year and a half). While he was playing with my ass I figured I needed a distraction and i started fisting her which sent her right off. She eventually came (for about the 17th time) and we all called it quits.

Anyway, the problem with all this was that the whole thing took hours and hours. We sat around talking and drinking for more than two hours before play started. Don't get me wrong, I like sitting around and yakking, and I generally don't like having sex with someone I wouldn't talk with, so it's not usually an issue. But generally, if I'm going to talk to someone for that long it's because they're someone I'm a bit in love with in some way or another (Claire, Prudence, Sam). If I can digress, many years ago a colleague who was a noted swordsman told me his big secret. He said that the trick is that if you talk to a woman for 4 or 5 hours she almost certainly will let you plunge the tusk. But I remember thinking that that sounded like a hell of a long time and there's no way I'd talk to someone that long - the sex just wouldn't be worth it.

Anyway, so on Monday afternoon I got a call from FC asking me if I was free at 3pm. I said "yes" without thinking and then he said that he and Tina were getting together at 3 and I should come over. I wasn't all that crazy about the idea, and I realised that I'd been hoping that he'd called me because he had found someone else we could fuck that afternoon, but it was too late. I couldn't really back out.

So at 3pm I turned up at FC's place, Tina joined us shorter thereafter. We sat and talked, and then talked some more. I found myself yawning and feeling desperately tired and I finally asked whether they'd mind if I had a nap. So I did just that - I went into FC's bedroom, undressed and lay on the bed and slept for an hour or so while they kept drinking and talking. Then, they came in, woke me up, we all had sex and then I left.

Busy Day

Yesterday was busy, especially the afternoon. I had to be in Balmain mid-afternoon to have coffee with that headhunter who may or may not have a crush on me, then I had to go to North Sydney to see my accountant and then I had to be in Potts Point at 630 for a BBQ with my charming friend Craig. And in the middle of this logistical nightmare I get a text message from my friend the friendly policeman, asking whether I was free around 530ish to lend him a hand. Tina was coming over and she does love being tag-teamed.

I said yes without a moment's hesitation (the three of us have gotten together a couple of times now) but by the time I got there I was very hot and stressed and only had a few minutes.

He and I did our usual setup.. she on the bed on all fours, sideways, one of us at either end and swapping over every so often.

As I'd been walking to his apartment I had been wondering whether I'd even be able to get a hardon, it was hot and I was stressed and not remotely horny but there was something about the indecent haste and the matter-of-factness of it that really got me going and I ended up coming very quickly, to everyone's surprise.

Tina still wants to see him fuck me; we'll save that for next time.

You'll never guess what happened to me (so I'll tell you)...

The weekend before last something happened that was so implausible that I've been reluctant to tell anyone. It sounds so obviously made-up. But of course, I can share it with you.

It was almost 9pm and I was at home. I'd been playing piano and getting ready to go out. I'd been invited to a party at a friend of a friend's place and it was a theme party, which I usually loathe but I was quite looking forward to it (theme: Las Legas). I'd had a very good day and was feeling very social and flirty.

Then, just as I was about to step out the door, I got a text from Amanda.

Amanda? She's someone I'd stumbled across on a fetish/BDSM site. Early 40s, thoughtful and articulate. She'd never really done anything non-vanilla but had fantasies that were burning her up - she liked very much the idea of being controlled, used nicely by a thoughtful older man and she was especially interested in watersports. We started chatting.

She didn't want to get up to anything with me because she said I was 'poly'. Which is a word she must have picked up from chatting with people, and it means 'slut'. What she was looking for, as they often are, was a man who would fit into the fantasies she had and who was also looking for an longterm monogamous thing. A man who, I pointed out to her, might not exist.

She and I met for lunch one day and got on nicely. Then I accompanied her to a munch where she met, I had predicted, a lot of fat red-headed women who have cats. And where she and I were probably the only people who didn't smoke cigarettes. I have the wholesome looks of a television sportscaster and I stand out a mile at these things; I love it.

We had settled into an easy friendship and I'd figured out we were never going to play. She knew, however, that I'm very keen on watersports and I had asked her to keep her out for any women she met who were interested in a bit of occasional fun.

So when I got this text, it said she was in a house in a suburb not too far from where I was and that she was with three other women and they were playing with each other and would I like to come along? A couple of texts back and forth and I established that she was quite serious (as well a bit drunk) and that what these women were proposing was that I come over for a while and we all piss on each other. What? Well, two of them had seen me at the munch and remembered who I was, and when Amanda had mentioned to them that I was looking for some piss action they'd seized on the opportunity and decided to invite me over.

I jumped in a cab straight away, and because I was enroute to this Vegas-themed thing I was wearing a very sharp off-white suit with a black shirt and due to a couple of things that had happened already that day I was feeling very sharp and full of myself too. (I had called my friend who was going to the Vegas party and told her that I would be late due to a last-minute sexual emergency of an unspecified nature - she was very understanding.)

I arrived at the house and there were, indeed, 4 drunk and very frisky women there. Aside from Amanda and the other two who'd met briefly there was a very attractive, tall Czech woman. There had been a lot of drinking and girl-on-girl action going on, which doesn't excite me as much as it excites most men, I suspect because I'm not completely straight.

Belinda, whose house it was, had set up in the backyard a sunlounge with a towel over it and there was also a small spa pool. But before we went outside I thought that as a guest the least I could do was to fist Belinda while I chatted with the other 3. They had gotten me to undress pretty much as soon as I walked in while they stayed semi-clothed and I was feeling a huge rush of calm and smug masculinity.

We went outside. I lay on the sunlounge (Belinda telling everyone not to make too much noise, the neighbors were outside in their yard too and would be able to hear everything). I will, as usual fast-forward through the juicy bits, but two highlights stand out:

• As I lay on the sunlounge two of the women pissed on me, one directly on my cock, which I then fucked her with just a little
• Amanda and the Czech woman lay on the sunlounge facing each other, legs wide apart and cunts almost touching and I stood and pissed on them. I tried to get both of them on the clit as much as I could.

We then all lay in the spa for a while and chatted. Then, to their surprise, I got out, made a few phone calls, had a shower and put on my outfit and went off to the Vegas party.

Vegas party, by the way, was fun. Probably because of what I'd been up to I was feeling extremely social and flirty. There was one woman there I quite fancied but she was talking to another guy so I cut in and started chatting with her too and was doing quite well until the guy and I started chatting to each other and then, I realised, started flirting. He and I swapped numbers and ended up having lunch together the next day. I didn't get the girl's number; she may still be wondering what happened.

Yes, I'm naked.

Not bad, huh?

Yes, Doctor?

It's been a while, I know, but I've not been completely idle. I was in a different city and was otherwise occupied for a while so I didn't get up to all that much (except that thing on my ex-wife's living-room floor with Judith, which I already shared with you).

I did, however, get up to something else while I was there. I'd been contacted by a man who was keenly interested in doctor/patient roleplay. We chatted a little and it turned out he'd done this quite a lot. He was always the doctor, and he even had some clothes and props and whatnot. He was quite restrictive about when he could meet up so I assumed (correctly, as it turned out) that he had a partner. Now, I quite liked that. It meant that he's less likely to be a weirdo who lives in his basement and watches lots of Star Trek and more likely to be a pretty normal guy who just likes a bit of pervy imaginative sex on the side. And as you can imagine, I'm quite comfortable with that.

He gave me his number, I called.. and to my surprise and delight he had a mid-western american accent. I found this pretty compelling and we both did a bit of schedule re-arranging and worked out that we could meet up the following afternoon.

So less that 24 hours after he first messaged me, I knocked on the door of the townhouse he lives in. He opened the door and I was agreeably surprised. He's short and stocky, with neatly-cut straw-colored hair in a side-part. Wearing chinos and a nice shirt, over which he had a doctor's gown. He looked, in fact, like a pharmacist in a busy midwestern town. I loved it.

We had a bit of preliminary patter; we had decided that the setup (my idea, mostly) was that I was going for a new job which I really wanted and that having landed the job the last stage - just a formality, I assumed - was a company medical. For insurance purposes or something. We stayed in character the whole time.

There were a few routine questions, then a bit of professional-seeming prodding and poking while I was still fully-clothed. Then shirt off.. stethoscope. More prodding. Then pants off. He had asked beforehand that I wear white briefs, which I was happy to oblige with.

He produced a paper cup and told me that I'd need to provide a urine sample, and that he'd need to be present to observe. I was, of course, embarassed but didn't have much choice. In these things I always play the same character. I'm naive, straight(ish), reluctant.

Then there was (and I'll skip ahead quite quickly now) a very thorough examination of my cock, balls and ass. And then, finally, a semen sample.

Afterwards I got dressed. He told me the results would be sent to my company, but that there might need to be a follow-up.