Booty Call!

I was at home on Saturday evening (something always crops up... ) and I got a text from Judith. Judith, who I haven't fucked in quite a while. She was at a dinner party and was having a dreadful time and was thinking of feigning a migraine and going home. And she wanted to know if she could pick me up on the way, on the off-chance I was free....

So an hour later I'm at Judith's place fucking. It was lovely. I slept there too, for some reason we always sleep well together. She even drove me home on Sunday morning.

She's gone too far.

A couple of weeks back Lisa messaged me, she wanted to know if I was free on the Thursday afternoon of that week for some fun with her and Steve. Of course I was. I put it in my calendar.

She had a work lunch on that day and she warned me she might be a bit under the weather when she showed up. And she certainly was - she's a good drunk though, funny, loud. But a bit messy. I got her warmed up, Steve showed up and we got busy.

After we finished Steve left, then I was due out for a drink with a couple of friends. She was in no state to drive (and she was quite put out that I was even considering going out - which made my blood run cold) and so I said she could stay at my place and hang out. I was only going to be an hour or so at drinks.

So I went across the road and had a drink with my friends and all the time I was there I had a niggling feeling that I shouldn't have left Lisa alone in my apartment. Last time I left a woman in my place it was Miss Difficult and she broke my bed. I still wonder how.

I got back to my place, flung open the door and there was Lisa, naked on my bed, typing furiously into my laptop. She'd logged onto msn as me and had chatted with a couple of people - she was in mid-conversation with a guy I play with sometimes and she thought it was all quite hilarious but I was livid. How dare she? I didn't shout or get all mean but I did get very polite and quick, which is what happens when I get angry.

I took her out for dinner. Why? Well, mostly because I wanted her to tell me what had happened, who she'd spoken to and whatnot. Then I sent her on her way.

A few days of silence then a very apologetic message. I'm never taking my eye off her again when she's in my place.

She came over yesterday and I gave her a very solid and superb fucking.

Watch and play.

About a month ago I met a gay man who likes straight porn. His partner was away, we chatted a bit, and I ended up at his place and we watched his entire porn collection and had quite a bit of low-key fun with each other while we were doing it. It turned out he's like me - he likes talking about sex just about as much as doing it, so we were able to keep each other amused for a very long time. Watching porn, talking about what was going on in the porn, talking about real-life experiences, fantasies. Nice guy too, and handsome. And for a gay guy, very interested in women. We'll do it again when his partner's out of town again. But we'll need some more porn.

Anyway, I enjoyed this so much I changed my profile on a gay site I'm on to say:

I like hooking up with masculine guys for the usual man-on-man fun, but what I really like is watching straight porn with another guy. And playing too, of course.

And I got lots of guys messaging me. Some were bi guys, which I expected, but most of them were gay guys who like watching straight porn. Huh? Well, I suspect that if you're mostly gay but even just a little bit straight then straight porn's more appealing than gay porn, only because there's nothing really exotic or unattainable about gay porn - there's nothing you see in gay porn that you couldn't actually do just by rounding up a few guys.

Anyway. One guy messaged me this afternoon and I was about to respond with my usual "I'm not free right now, but maybe later next week" when I remembered that this was, in fact, something I rather like doing and the guy was only about 10 minutes' walk from my place and he said he had some great straight porn (2 or 3 guys, one girl, lots of ass fucking). So I went over.

Nice guy. Very handsome. Great body. We played around, watched some lucky girl get rather a lot of cock. We both came. We chatted a bit. I left.

Lovely afternoon at the seaside.

Lisa came over on Tuesday and, as usual, I nearly texted her in the morning to tell her not to. I just wasn't feeling especially horny, for one thing. But also, I was vaguely resentful at the thought of having to come home at lunchtime (I really do have other things to do, you know) and because we're fucking every week it's starting to feel like a bit of an imposition.

I didn't text her to put her off though. I reminded myself that even though I wasn't all that horny first thing in the morning, by the time she showed up and was naked in my apartment I'd be fine. And I was. We didn't do anything especially fancy (no wet celery, eggbeaters, motorcycle helmet) but I did give her a very solid fucking. Front and back. When I'd fucked her last week I hadn't done her ass so I figured I owed her one. She takes a cock in her ass much better than I do.

Then yesterday as I was work I got a phone call from her. She was going to the beach and wondered if I wanted to come along for a quick swim. Now, this is slightly concerning. I have issues with Lisa and her mission creep - so long as we stick to fucking we're fine, but if I'm not careful we end up having lunch and whatnot and then she'll fall for me again. But then again, it was hot and sunny out and I was a bit bored. So I said yes and we went to the beach and had a swim, and she told me she'd seen Steve the previous day and gave me a nice detailed rundown on what she and he had been up to. Which I liked, of course. She said that even though Steve was lot of of fun to play with, he wasn't as much into actual fucking as I am.

That neighbor still really sucks.

You may recall a couple of weeks ago I hooked up with a guy who lives just around the corner from me. And that his particular thing was that he likes to swallow come. He likes guys to show up at his place, he sucks their cocks, they come in his mouth, then they leave.

He and I have been chatting a bit and he's quite an interesting guy. But that's not really relevant here. We chatted earlier this evening and he asked me if I was feeling horny. The honest answer would have been 'not especially", but I figured that I should pay him a visit anyway. So after pilates (me and 3 women.... the instructor talking about pelvic foors, inner thighs, glutes and whatnot) I went over to the guy's place and, without either of us saying much, stuck my cock in his mouth.

He had some porn on, but it was pretty feeble.. a skinny guy being tag-teamed by two bigger guys, neither of whom were especially attractive. But it all worked. I came in his mouth. We chatted a little, I left. The whole thing was over in about 15 minutes.

Just superb, really.

Thursday night I booked a hotel room, just around the corner from where I live. I was a little late so by the time I got there Lisa had checked in already and Steve was there with her. We chatted a little, then each had a little of the medication Lisa had thoughtfully brought with her, then Steve and I spent the next couple of hours fucking Lisa in every way we could imagine, punctuated by occasional bouts of man-on-man action. Including one bit where I fucked Steve while Lisa assisted.

Steve's a bit like me; he loves the idea of being fucked but finds the reality of it a bit challenging. He has an exceptionally tight ass. He left after a couple of hours and Lisa and I kept going, with a break for a swim at the hotel's rooftop pool. And a pizza - a remarkably good pizza too, as it happens.

Then a fitful sleep.

Al Fresco

I had to escape from Sydney for a few days a couple of weeks ago, and it was all very last-minute. So I hired a car and drove up the coast, almost as far as the Queensland border. And I discovered that being away from Sydney made me really miss Sydney, so all in all it was a useful trip. And I even tried sea-kayaking.

While I was up north I stumbled on a nude beach. And when I say 'stumbled on', what I really mean is that I cross-referenced a google search with some listings on a gay cruising site and found some. As opposed to, say, going to a beach and discovering it was full of naked people.

You may be shocked to know that I've only been to a nude beach once before all this, but I liked it a lot. Partly, of course, because there were lots of naked men there, and I was naked too. But mostly because it felt strangely liberating to be in the water with no clothes on. Why only once? I just don't go to the beach much anyway, for the most part. I grew up in Melbourne, which doesn't really have a beach culture, and I spent my formative years indoors. Which also explains why I have (apparently) nice skin.

So there was the beach itself, and then, as I was very carefully reading the listing on the gay cruising site, there was a lake on the road back from the beach which was a well-known cruising site. This whole outdoor hook-up thing isn't something I've done much at all (except, oddly enough, in Tel Aviv... and once in London) but I've been getting very keen on the idea. So, of course, I went.

As you drive to the beach, the last mile or so is a dirt track, and halfway along the track you come along a half-dozen or so cars parked by the side of the read. There's no apparent reason for people to stop there, let alone park; it's in the middle of scrubland, a half-mile from the beach. So, I was thinking to myself, they must be up to something. I do love this.

So I got out of my car, and, wearing my swimmers, a shirt and flipflops, walked along an unmarked track into the scrubby bush. A couple of hundred yards along I came to a small lake, and I could see one or two guys just sort of standing around. And as I walked around, there were more guys just hanging out. Now, I love this part of it. Guys stand around, or walk around slowly. Most guys try to look very nonchalant, as though they'd just picked this very spot in the bush to go for a bit of a stroll, but at the same time we all know exactly why we're here. And this purposeful wandering about is half the fun... a bit of eye contact here, maybe a guy rubs his cock through his shorts as you look at each other, then maybe you get the sense that someone's following you, but it's done in a way that's not so obvious, so you have the choice of slowing down ('yes') or speeding up ('no').

So what happened? Any action? Well, the best bit was at one point I followed a solidly-built guy in his mid30s and by the time I reached him he has his shorts down around his knees and his cock out and hard. Nice cock too. I sucked his cock for a while and he slid my swimmers down, and of course a couple of other guys showed up and were watching (which I love, as you know). I was half-hoping one of the other guys would join in but they were all a bit shy. The guy then said he wanted to fuck me, and started to think about how hot it would be to be fucked outdoors with a couple of guys watching (and I haven't been fucked in quite a while) but by then the watchers had dispersed and I hesitated.. and the moment was gone.

I went back the next day and had some more fun, and it's gotten me very keen on the whole thing. But I find myself wishing there were a straight equivalent... some park or beach somewhere where women were hanging out, half-naked, playing with themselves, looking for a bit of furtive nasty action. But that doesn't happen. And this is what I love about gay sex. While I'm sure it can be tender and loving and affirming and all that, it also can be exquisitely sleazy.