From: amz@cis.ohio-state.edu (Arnold M Zwicky)
Subject: sex scene for old lovers
Followup-To: soc.motss
Summary: tuesday noon
Originator: amz@iguana.cis.ohio-state.edu
Organization: various and shifting
Date: Fri, 21 Aug 1992 21:42:48 GMT

(this is the hot article of mine that several posters have been
bantering about.  it's a true story, and it's also porn - i suppose i
should now say, in homage to tom lehrer, "smut" - since readers of at
least some inclinations should find it decidedly arousing.

at first i thought there was no particular reason to post it on
soc.motss, beyond the fact that it describes a moment of great
happiness and pleasure for me, which i am glad to share with others.
then mike hennahane pointed out to me that against the argument that
it doesn't belong here because it's so personal, so intimate, there is
the argument that it belongs here because it shows something of what
life can be like for two people who've been together a long time.
that's something i would like to do.

is it bizarre to be seeking advice from a boyfriend as to whether i
should tell 70,000 people about great sex with my partner?  well, and
from my sometime-lover (dino-)dean too?  it only just now - as i was
contemplating writing a followup to martin prime's marvelous olfactory
observations about his boyfriend dino's [yup, same man] progress to
orgasm, to say that martin is quite right - occurred to me to think
that anyone might find this behavior odd.  the thought was fleeting;
jacques wants me to download martin's article - he hates to read stuff
off computer screens - and i've got to get on with it.

this was originally a letter to jeff shaumeyer and nelson minar.
so there is *some* motss relevance beyond the hot man-man sex.  it's
a family letter.

i've added three comments at the end, in friendly curved parens.)

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tuesday 18 august 1992

i stopped working this morning at 11:30 (at home), then went
downstairs and announced to jacques that i had designs on his body.
we kissed and carressed some in the kitchen (always a little difficult
because of the height difference), then moved up to the bedroom.  we
undressed slowly, stroking one another and kissing gently at each
stage.

then jacques stretched out on his back and invited me to climb on him.
first i bent over his cock and coaxed the head out of the foreskin
with my tongue and sucked on his cock easily, to get it hard and very
wet with my spit.  then i stretched out on top of him so that my cock
lay alongside his.  he wet his right hand with his own spit and
grabbed hold of my cock with it.  we kissed, more passionately, taking
turns sucking on one another's tongues and running our tongues over
one another's lips.  i began thrusting on his belly and in his hand
and against his cock.

we did this deliciously for about fifteen minutes, slowing down when i
felt i was close to coming, then picking up again in a while, with my
thrusting getting harder on each cycle, until i shot this *enormous*
load on his belly.  (we got a shipment of porn last night and played
some of it while j drifted off to sleep and i typed, neither of us
intending to get off on it, but commenting on it critically and
getting hard at the good parts.  i deliberately didn't let myself
come, so i'd have a load built up for today.)  then i pointed out that
i had indeed made designs on his body; the hair on his chest and belly
was sweat-swirled into patterns, and there were white islands of cum
dotted here and there.  we laughed and kissed and cleaned up some.

then i did a lot of mouth-play on his cock, sucking on his foreskin,
deep-throating his beautiful dick and then drawing back some and
vibrating it with my mouth, licking the underside delicately, sucking
on his balls for a bit, then slipping my finger in his asshole while i
alternated between shallow strokes and deep nose-in-the-pubic-hair
cocksucking, just loving it.  j said it was marvelous, but he wasn't
sure he could come, because my coming had been so exciting for him it
was as if he had come already once and he thought maybe at his age he
couldn't come again so soon.  i laughed and said i didn't care about
the cum, just about loving his dick, and we could rest anytime he
wanted.  then i nibbled gently on his cock, from the side, for a while
and j relaxed and asked if i would roll over on my stomach for him.

of course.  i love the weight of his body on me.  first he leaned down
over me and thoroughly wet my tailbone and asscrack with his mouth,
getting me slick.  then he covered me, his cock sliding into the cleft
of my lower back.  i arched my ass up and rocked slightly from side to
side while he thrust gently.  we continued this sweet routine for some
time, and then j slid back and down so that his cock was between my
asscheeks, and i caught it with my ass muscles.

then we were in this incredibly *delicate* spot, hardly moving, with
his cock resting, not pressing, against my asshole.  we breathed
together, and his chest slipped slightly against my back, lubricated
by our sweat, as he rocked so delicately back and forth.  i had the
fleeting thought: i have never experienced anything so delicious.
j slowed even further, not wanting to come, not now, maybe never,
just wanting to hold onto this sensation.

here we realized together that j had slipped all the way inside me.
i was utterly open for him.  there wasn't the slightest feeling
of pressure for me or resistance for him.  he lengthened his strokes
some, and it was as if he was floating inside me and i was floating
around him, and by then we were both breathing deeply and noisily.

i roughened things a little by starting to milk his cock inside my
asshole, and he laughed with pleasure.  "i love the way your ass
twinges when we're fucking," he said, and then levered his body up
slightly and slid his cock in so that it rested right on my p-spot,
and i did my crazy-moaning number, my ass twitching wildly around his
cock, pre-cum erupting out of my cock.  he held his cock just so for
as long as he could, letting me have every possible second, and then
he did a couple of deep thrusts, leaned back to pull his cock all the
way out of me, and sprayed his cum all over my back.  it felt hot and
it smelled good.  i was shaking all over with pleasure.

one of those rare times when we *both* thought it was the best sex
we'd ever had in our lives.  we kept *thanking* one another, and
describing our feelings to one another and reliving the fucking (in
words some of which i have used here).

after a while j lay on his back with his head up on a pillow and i
rested my head on his belly, with his legs right behind me.  we
looked into one another's eyes and talked about how we loved one
another and why gay sex was so great and whether we'd ever get it
together to have lunch.  which we did eventually, but it was after 1
then.  we were ravenous.

i can't remember when i last was this happy.

arnold (finding it hard to get a grip on life again)

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(first comment: part of this was a repeat of sunday night, with the
roles reversed.  j was already curled up in bed on his side - his day
usually ends before mine - and i crawled in behind him, fitting my
body to his.  i got hard immediately.  j knows that my routine is to
come at the end of the day and at the beginning, and though he was not
aroused himself, but in fact was rather drowsy, he wanted to give me
the pleasure of his body - it's ok all around if i jack off by myself
after he falls asleep, but it's nicer to have a partner - so he gently
maneuvred my cock between his asscheeks and rocked his hips back
and forth very slightly.  we needed no lubrication beyond my precum,
which flowed freely.  i pressed my hips forward very gently, enjoying
the warmth around my cock and his warm wide back against my chest
and his big shoulder under my arm.  and then we both realized i was
*inside him*, that i had penetrated him so smoothly that we hadn't
noticed.  i made several thrusts deeper into him, then withdrew
and came between his asscheeks.  i cleaned us up, and in a
few minutes we were both asleep in one another's arms.)

(second comment: one of the gay-male-sex things we talked about came
from the donahue show on bisexuality, which had been repeated that
morning.  the guests were susie bright - just *great*, though you
would probably enjoy the whole thing more if you read the delicious
chapter "i got this way by kissing donahue" in _susie bright's sexual
reality_, which describes the event from her point of view, before you
saw the show - plus a guy who identified himself as gay but was there
anyway because he'd just come off a year-long monogamous relationship
with a woman, and (omigod) a married motos couple, the husband of
which identified himself as a "former gay" who gave all that icky
faggot stuff up - ok, not his wording - when he found himself in jesus
christ.  [don't *touch* that phrase, honey; never tamper with
perfection.]  

well, the 90%-or-so-gay man - yes, *his* wording - really wanted to
talk about man-man relationships and sex, reasonably enough given this
self-description, and at one point he provided his theory, the theory
which he has, the one that is his, about how sex between two men works:
it's always a competition, a contest to see who gets to be on top and
who gets to be on the bottom, but that's ok because both men really win
at this game.

j and i both found this an alien idea, very different from the way we
configured things, though we'd certainly had experiences with men who
pretty clearly thought this way.  (no real problem: *play to lose*, we
said together.)  what we found so irritating was this guy's sweeping
assertion that what *he* felt was the main ingredient was the way
things worked for all gay men, all the time.  enjoy it, man, but
don't tell us how we feel.)

(third comment:  it's easy to talk about the pleasures of variety and
novelty; i do it myself.  well, i'm inclined to want to try things
out rather than just do them the same old way; i even prefer to take
a new route each day when i walk between two points, and to return
by a different route from the one i took on the way out.

it's harder to talk about the pleasures of familiarity and long
experience, but they are very great.  holding and being held by
someone you've loved for some time is soothing and, literally,
calming.  (the same thing with someone new makes you energetic, hot,
literally excited.)  the details of your lover's physical being, your
lover's gestures and tastes, all can arouse both affection and desire
- for me, this is so true that anyone who even *reminds* me of someone
i love is thereby a bit more lovable.  and you know a lot about what
pleases your partner, and - very important - what is a zero or a
turn-off.  it's fun to work this out with someone new, but it's also
easy to get an awful lot of it wrong.  occasions for impersonal sex
with strangers ease this by maximizing everyone's desire to
accommodate as much and as quickly as possible so as to get the
greatest return of pleasure, which often means disregarding failures
of fit that might sour even a trick and would certainly ruin a
relationship.  with an old - perhaps in both senses - lover means
you know the territory, without meaning that you can't travel to
new places.)

arnold (not feeling at all old)