Blue Eyes had been emailing me sporadically for what seemed like forever. Ever since the night we had anonymous, Fuck-a-Friend sex. The only thing I really remembered about him was that he was gorgeous and that he didn’t want me to touch his hair when we fucked.
I was ambivalent about seeing Blue Eyes again, and I think he could sense that I was not totally adverse to the possibility of seeing him again, because he patiently and diligently continued to contact me every couple of months.
He caught me alone one Saturday night.
“How about a couple of drinks?”
It was 9:30pm, I was alone and bored.
“Why not?”
Fifty minutes later, he was in my bed. And, literally, 10 minutes later, he was standing over me, putting on his clothes. He apologized; I sucked his cock so deep and hard that he couldn’t control himself. I remember thinking “OK so it’s my fault he orgasmed quicker than an adolescent jerking off over a copy of Playboy?”
I didn’t hear from him for two days; I thought he might have been embarrassed about what had happened…or what had NOT happened.
Then…a text from him this morning.
Blue Eyes: Again?
Tango: I've been thinking about that very question. You have a lot of potential, for sure.
Blue Eyes: You give great head. I really enjoyed sticking my cock down your throat.
Tango: (Aw, thanks for the compliment, Blue Eyes; you say the sweetest things!). Yes I know you did...but it was all a bit too one-sided for me.
Blue Eyes: Explain.
Tango: Come on, you were there! I felt like a receptacle. You should have left a couple hundred dollars on my nightstand on your way out. Don't misunderstand me. I was there as well. I'm not angry at all...I’m taking responsibility for my behavior, because, existentially speaking, my actions = my consequences. Just very puzzling.
Blue Eyes: (no response).
Tango: To clarify...the puzzling part being why you would think I would want to do it again.
Blue Eyes: Understood. I was confused because when I was leaving, you mentioned something about liking the way I took control. My misunderstanding.
Tango: I did say how I liked my men to take control and how I liked the fact that you were taking control with me. But I said it while we were in bed, when the game was under way. You didn’t say one word when you were leaving. You didn’t have time to; you were out the door before I even had a chance to role over and catch my breath. I got the impression that you were a little embarrassed and wanted to exit pronto. And anyway, being in control doesn't mean it's all about you.
Blue Eyes: (no response)
Tango: Look…no big deal; nothing to be embarrassed about. It was nice to see you again; and, while I didn't cum or anything, it was an interesting experience…still would like to chat, etc.
Blue Eyes: (Silence)
I haven't heard from him since. I think, in time, the only thing I'll remember about this bizarre encounter is that now, in addition to not wanting his hair touched, he also didn't want me to scratch his back when we fucked.
I was ambivalent about seeing Blue Eyes again, and I think he could sense that I was not totally adverse to the possibility of seeing him again, because he patiently and diligently continued to contact me every couple of months.
He caught me alone one Saturday night.
“How about a couple of drinks?”
It was 9:30pm, I was alone and bored.
“Why not?”
Fifty minutes later, he was in my bed. And, literally, 10 minutes later, he was standing over me, putting on his clothes. He apologized; I sucked his cock so deep and hard that he couldn’t control himself. I remember thinking “OK so it’s my fault he orgasmed quicker than an adolescent jerking off over a copy of Playboy?”
I didn’t hear from him for two days; I thought he might have been embarrassed about what had happened…or what had NOT happened.
Then…a text from him this morning.
Blue Eyes: Again?
Tango: I've been thinking about that very question. You have a lot of potential, for sure.
Blue Eyes: You give great head. I really enjoyed sticking my cock down your throat.
Tango: (Aw, thanks for the compliment, Blue Eyes; you say the sweetest things!). Yes I know you did...but it was all a bit too one-sided for me.
Blue Eyes: Explain.
Tango: Come on, you were there! I felt like a receptacle. You should have left a couple hundred dollars on my nightstand on your way out. Don't misunderstand me. I was there as well. I'm not angry at all...I’m taking responsibility for my behavior, because, existentially speaking, my actions = my consequences. Just very puzzling.
Blue Eyes: (no response).
Tango: To clarify...the puzzling part being why you would think I would want to do it again.
Blue Eyes: Understood. I was confused because when I was leaving, you mentioned something about liking the way I took control. My misunderstanding.
Tango: I did say how I liked my men to take control and how I liked the fact that you were taking control with me. But I said it while we were in bed, when the game was under way. You didn’t say one word when you were leaving. You didn’t have time to; you were out the door before I even had a chance to role over and catch my breath. I got the impression that you were a little embarrassed and wanted to exit pronto. And anyway, being in control doesn't mean it's all about you.
Blue Eyes: (no response)
Tango: Look…no big deal; nothing to be embarrassed about. It was nice to see you again; and, while I didn't cum or anything, it was an interesting experience…still would like to chat, etc.
Blue Eyes: (Silence)
I haven't heard from him since. I think, in time, the only thing I'll remember about this bizarre encounter is that now, in addition to not wanting his hair touched, he also didn't want me to scratch his back when we fucked.
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