An Embarrassment of Riches

I walked down the corridor that had become familiar to me and opened the door: the living room was empty. I took off my shoes, hung up my coat, and followed the distant voices down the hall.

In Jefferson’s room, a crowd was watching the television screen. “Some of our guests have been making their own porno!” my host greeted me. I squinted. Sure enough, on screen, there was Adam, naked. And there was Emma, on a bed. Lying next to her was Gina, her long hair loose.

I turned and looked at Adam, who was examining his video with an artist’s satisfaction. I smiled at him. “Wow,” I said politely. “It’s got a soundtrack and everything.” It did: a real porn-movie soundtrack! I wondered if that came with iMovie or whatever.

“Emma did that,” said Adam proudly, gesturing at his fiancée, who smiled at me absently. “That’s love: having your girlfriend create the soundtrack to your homemade porno.”

**

Standing next to me in the bedroom were Jessica and Sean, I noticed. I smiled at them.

I’d met them a few weeks previously, when they’d come to meet Jefferson to see if they wanted to attend his orgies. I’d spent the night with Jefferson, and hadn’t managed to get out of his apartment before they turned up.

I’d liked them both and, in my capacity as orgy veteran, could encourage them to come in the warmest terms. I was pleased to see them both here, and said hello.

Oh, OK: I had my eye on Sean. He was really cute.

But there wasn’t much going on in the bedroom at the moment, so I went back into the living room. Soon most of the crowd had migrated there, and I ended up perched on Jefferson’s lap.

Jacob wandered by, looking cute as ever with his shaggy hair. A bemused smile played on his little boy’s face. “Hey!” I said, smiling up at him.

He peered at me: “Hi, I’m Jacob.”

I gazed up at him in disbelief: “I know that. Jacob, you’ve been emailing me.”

True: Jefferson had been singing Jacob’s praises for some time now, and we’d exchanged a few emails with the goal of getting together. It appeared that my witty emails hadn’t made much of an impression, though.

Jefferson chuckled.

“Sorry,” said Jacob. “I’m kind of drunk,” he added.

Just then a woman in a pink bustier and matching underwear clapped for attention: “Who wants to get tied up?” she demanded.

“Oh, look!” Jefferson interjected. “Mmmark’s here – now people will start having sex.” Jefferson makes this announcement at every single orgy. I guess he’s right, though: soon after Mmmark’s arrival people did start to drift off towards the bedrooms.

But I ended up on the couch with Jacob, who claimed he remembered me very well, after all. He put his arm around my shoulder and I stroked his arm. I recognized this as a prelude to fooling around and was pleased, but also distracted: Jed had just arrived!

I waved at him and he smiled back at me, looking, as usual, tousled and pretty fucking hot in his jeans and white button down shirt.

Someone suggested we retire to the next room, where apparently the pink bustier-ed woman had found a volunteer. One of the guests – possibly the blond in the pink bustier herself – had rigged up a whole system of ropes and pulleys on Jefferson’s bed. Very impressive, given that Jefferson doesn’t even have a headboard.

Jefferson’s bedroom was well lit for once and most of the guests were leaning against the dressers watching as the woman in a pink bustier and matching underwear applied multiple clothespins to Gina’s pussy.

Ouch! I flinched in sympathetic agony. Gina lay there placidly, breathing carefully. Jacob looked intrigued but I was not turned on, so we went back into the living room.

Jacob wandered over to the balcony to have a cigarette, and I started talking to Brooklyn Rake, who is so nice and friendly. It is very relaxing to be around someone who appears to be enjoying himself as much as he was. Brooklyn Rake revealed that he had not posted in several weeks, and wondered how I maintained the impetus to keep writing.

“Well,” I said, “I think I’m kind of afraid that if I stop writing, I’ll stop having sex.” I had only just realized that, but I think it’s true! I’m afraid that if I don’t put the words down, all my adventures will stop. Of course, the truth of the matter is, if I don’t write down (or at least take notes) very soon after the event, then I won’t remember what happened and thus won’t be able to post about it, which is not really the same thing.

“Also, I have some really responsive and nice readers,” (Hi, Waveman!) “And that makes me want to post, too.”

In the midst of this literary discussion Jed came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder. He is much taller than me, I only came up to his chest. Jed ran his hands along my arms, and I leaned against him. Ah, that was nice.

I turned around to face him and our eyes met. “Hey,” I said stupidly. He just knocks me out. I could have stared at him all night. He was wearing a cloth cap, like London newsboys in the historical dramas you sometimes come across on TV.

He grinned: “Hey.”

Soon enough Jed and I were back on the sofa I had recently vacated. We settled down next to each other but then Jed pushed me back against the cushions and sat himself on the coffee table: “I just have the urge to get really rough with you,” he mused in a low voice.

I felt a rush all through me and I thought I might collapse. “You knew that would turn me on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Didn’t you?”

We kissed for a minute. Then he leaned forward: “Suck me off,” he said. He unfolded his long legs and, stooping above me, undid his ornate silver belt. He took his newsboy’s cap off and tucked it on top of my head, and I obediently leaned forward. “Look at this,” he said to Sean and Jessica, sitting next to us on the sofa.

I looked up at Jed: “They’re busy,” I said, turning to look at our neighbors, who weren’t paying attention. “Maybe we shouldn’t disturb them.”

Jed waved away my concerns as I leaned forward again to wrap my mouth around his dick. “Isn’t she cute?” he asked. The others on the couch looked up politely. “And look how she can take all that cock,” he noted proudly as I obediently swallowed him.

There was an appreciative silence while I sucked his dick, punctuated only by Jed’s hips jerking towards me. Having him tell me what to do was such a turn on, I didn’t even think twice. I considered the strangeness of this as I tried to take him all the way down my throat.

Suddenly I stopped and wrested myself from Jed’s dick: “Gag reflex,” I explained to my seatmates as I coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes.

**

I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Jed had taken my place on the sofa and was making out with Jessica. Jessica’s boyfriend was stroking her bra and playing with her tits. I sat on the coffee table, and watched them. Jessica leaned her head against the wall as Jed and Sean slid their hands and mouths across her skin.

Thomas was sitting next to me. We looked at one another. “Hey,” I said.

We hadn’t spoken before, really, except to say hello. His top was off. Thomas is not tall, with a compact body and a clever, curious expression. Without thinking, I leaned forward and we kissed.

But I wanted more action with Jed, and soon I was back on the couch with Jed’s body close up against mine. “Listen,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’m going to have to go soon.” I was staying at Marc’s and had told him I’d be there by 11:30.

“Do you want to--?”

“Yeah! That’s what I’m saying!” I said, not at all clearly, I expect. “Now’s the time to make your move!”

Grinning at one another, we traipsed down the hall to Jefferson’s bedroom, which was surprisingly empty. Cautiously I felt the mattress: it was not noticeably damp, thank goodness. I climbed onto the bed, and Jed joined me.

But we weren’t along for long: after a minute some other people, who I couldn’t quite distinguish, joined us. I shifted into the center of the bed. Jed straddled me, his arms caging me.

Somewhere nearby, a woman moaned. I reached up and tugged his face closer to me, dragging my fingers through his matted curls. He kissed me with those juicy, overripe lips.

The only time I’d fucked in front of anyone was when Jefferson watched me and Daniel have sex, months ago now. But without much discussion Jed slid inside me. I looked up at him: “You know just saying you wanted to get rough with me would turn me on, right?” My voice was hoarse. It was somehow very important for me to explain this to him.

“I don’t know that I want you to get rough,” I continued in a whisper as Jed cracked his palm against my collarbone. When Jefferson had held his hand against my neck it had hurt, but Jed’s hand felt exciting and soothing at the same time. “It’s just hearing you say it…” my voice trailed off into a gasp as I tried to get closer, deeper, more of him. I rolled on top and rode him, his sweaty limbs sticking us together. I was so wet that he kept slipping out, though, and soon he got back on top.

“You want me to come?” Jed whispered.

“Uh huh!”

“You didn’t come, did you?”

I shook my head as he pounded me with a steady thud. “Next time,” I gasped. “I’m not used to having sex with other people in the room.” I looked around at the shadows I couldn’t quite decipher.

Jed nodded, and then he came, and we lay sunk in Jefferson’s mattress while people moved all around us.

I Get My Priorities Straight.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, settling onto Jefferson’s couch next to Mmmark. “I had to groom.” I examined my newly vermilion-ed nails complacently.

“You’re late because you had to do your nails?” asked Mmmark.

When he put it that way, it did sound frivolous. “Well, yes,” I said, a little shamefaced.
Mmmark maintained a straight face. After all, he is very polite. Jefferson smirked – he is not nearly as well mannered.

“Come on!” I said, warming to the theme. “Look, I couldn’t lose ten pounds this afternoon, but I could damn well shave my legs, blow dry my hair and paint my nails. I want to look my best, you know.”

Jefferson sat down on my other side, and glanced at my hands. “Very nice,” he said.

**

There were supposed to be more of us, but it had turned out to be just Mmmark, Jefferson, and me. We sat on the sofa talking and drinking. Then Mmmark’s cell phone rang, and he excused himself to answer it.

I would have thought the prelude to a threesome would trump a phone call –I was a little miffed, frankly.

“Sorry,” Mmmark explained afterwards. “My roommate’s friend is staying with us and he doesn’t have a key, and …”

Oh: Mmmark was answering his phone because he was nice. He was a good host, not making plans to get a beer post threesome, then. I beamed at him.

Despite several more calls of this ilk, we were all pretty relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that I almost forgot what we were here for and was surprised when Jefferson announced, “Come on!” and grabbed me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “I’m enjoying this conversation.” Mmmark was telling us about how he’d been an extra in a Bollywood film. Well, it was interesting.

Jefferson ignored me and gestured to Mmmark. They lifted my bodily off the couch and carried me down the hall, like a chair.

“Hey!” I said again. But really, I didn’t mind at all.

**

In Jefferson’s bedroom I was dumped on the bed. I smirked at the ceiling. Jefferson had a bottle of poppers on his bedside table. I looked at the small brown glass bottle: LEATHER CLEANER, it read. NOT TO BE INGESTED.

Leather cleaner, I thought. Who knew? Fuck it. I reached over and held the bottle up to my nose. Poppers smell like ammonia. I can’t imagine how bad it must be for you, to deliberately inhale leather cleaner or worse. But here I was, on Jefferson’s bed, sniffing toxins and preparing to fuck two men.

The blood rushed to my head and my ears burned. My head flopped back onto the pillow and I exhaled.

We undressed in the orange glow of Jefferson’s bedside lamp. I felt very blasé, being in bed with Jefferson and Mmmark. Just a few months back, all of this – from just lying in bed with Jefferson to having my very first threesome with him and Daniel -- had been intimidating. Now here I was, lounging around like it was an everyday occurrence for me.

Jefferson placed himself on top of me, pressing his body close to mine. I leaned up towards him. From behind him I saw Mmmark slide against Jefferson; our eyes met.
Jefferson and I started to kiss, but I was distracted. I was considering how to arrange the fantasy I hadn’t managed to fulfill with Jefferson and Daniel during our earlier threesome: I wanted to be fucked from behind by Jefferson while I blew Mmmark. The numbers were right, and it was up to me to make it happen. After a bit, emboldened or perhaps just dazed by the leather cleaner, I arranged myself on my stomach and kind of dove at Mmmark.

Oh. Oh. Mmmark’s dick felt great in my mouth. I could have sucked him off for hours, or at least until my lips went numb. This wasn’t an option, though: within minutes Jefferson had me on my back for what I call the Jefferson Special – this is where I (or anyone else, I assume) lies on the bed with his/her legs in the air while Jefferson, standing at the corner of the bed, fucks away with workmanlike determination. My legs were slung around his neck. After a moment Jefferson pulled out so that Mmmark could fuck me. Oh, Christ.

I lay on my back and gazed at Mmmark, my chest thrust towards him, wondering if I looked like I felt – all docile and sexed up and wanting more, more. Again, though, there was no time for leisure or even talking: before long Mmmark had pulled out of me and I started to ride Jefferson while Mmmark watched. I inhaled some more leather cleaner and for a second I thought I was going to faint, or throw up. I almost had to stop fucking while I tried to find my center of gravity and calm the buzzing in my brain.

Then the phone rang.

“Excuse me,” said Mmmark. “I have to take this.” And he left the room.

I’m sorry, but this is a hot threesome! I felt a little indignant. I paused mid-stroke, listening to Mmmark’s voice, strained with politeness. I met Jefferson’s eyes. Despite myself, I giggled. Then I went back to fucking Jefferson, trying to concentrate on his skin and body. But I was still float-y and distracted, due in part to the poppers and in part because I could hear Mmmark murmuring into the phone down the hall.

Eventually Mmmark came back, and I slid off Jefferson. This was the other thing I wanted: I wanted to see Jefferson fuck Mmmark. I’d never seen two men have sex before, and the idea turned me on so much, especially cause it was Mmmark, who is so easy-going and gentle and at the same time very male and straight looking.

Jefferson knew all this, of course. He gave me a conspirator’s smile as he wrapped his arms around Mmmark and kissed him. Then he slid on a condom, squinting as he pulled it over his erection. Mmmark lay on his back, smiling up at him.

I think I was holding my breath. I never realized that two men could fuck like this, face to face. In the movies there’s always one guy banging away at the other from behind. Which, come to think of it, is probably so the filmmakers can get a full body shot. In the movies when two men fuck they seem to be in a private place inside their own skin, the orgasm a private ecstasy. But Jefferson and Mmmark had none of that impersonal erotic fervor. Instead Jefferson was facing Mmmark, lifting him off the bed as he slid his dick inside Mmmark’s ass. I inhaled sharply. Mmmark strained and then relaxed his torso, smiling beatifically all the while. I covered my mouth with my hand, stunned and impressed.

They fucked for a while, gazing at one another, and then I ended up sitting on Mmmark’s face. I’m sure I didn’t take the initiative there, I didn’t have it in me to interrupt their fucking. But it did feel good, all slippery and soft. I groaned. Then I sucked Mmmark a bit more. But I felt strangely detached, as though I was watching them, and myself, from afar. Like we were performers in a dance.

Eventually we untangled ourselves and lay in a companionable sprawl on the bed. Our conversation meandered towards the notion of a sex bloggers’ parade, complete with floats.

“And yours could be called Jefferson’s Starship,” I said to Jefferson, rather wittily. Or Jefferson’s Airplane, if he wanted to be retro.

“And people would cry, ‘Look, there’s Lily, from ‘Living Somewhat Dangerously,’” Mmmark suggested.

“‘And look it’s Mmmark!’”

“And we could stand on the floats and throw beads to the crowd.”

“Like at Mardi Gras!”

I was picturing what I would wear to this parade when Mmmark shifted and stretched: “I think it’s time for me to go,” he announced.

I was disappointed: “Already?” I wanted another go-round. I met Jefferson’s eyes.

“Yeah, I have to get home.”

“Oh, OK.” Mmmark dressed and then Jefferson and I followed him to the living room, where we made our goodbyes. Then I slouched back to Jefferson’s bed. Jefferson got into bed next to me, looking wiped out.

I curled up next to Jefferson and tried ignore my nagging dissatisfaction. Not one of us had come.

In Which I am (Almost) Speechless

Sorry for the delay, Waveman!


“I saw a word that reminds me of you,” said Jed.

“What word?” I asked. Presumably it wasn’t koala.

“Ah… I’ll have to look it up.” Jed settled himself at my computer and searched through his email until he found it: callipygian.

“It means of or pertaining to having shapely buttocks,” Jed announced at last. He eyed my ass approvingly. I blushed.

That last part is an exaggeration: I didn’t blush. My skin isn’t built for it. This is a shame, because I love blushing, that bloom of heat. It is authentically demure, yet hot. But I blushed internally. Jed does that to me.

It’s funny because Jed is 23 years old and a bit full of himself. I like him, but don’t have a crush on him. But I was right about him: sexually, he does it for me.

Jed took off the newsboy’s cap he was wearing and unbuckled his belt, kneeling on the bed. His long body towered over my short one, and I leaned towards his denim-clad legs and went right for his dick.

He took off his jeans and boxers and I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, deep throating him, gagging – at one point I thought I was going to throw up the wine we’d drank—but forcing my mouth as far as I could down the shaft of his lovely dick. “Ah,” he moaned, “Ah, ah….”

Speaking of callipygian, Jed has a beautiful ass. God, he’s gorgeous. He pushed me down onto my mattress and my arms wound around him, resting on his callipygianous bod.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he murmured.

I nodded. Something comes over me with Jed. I find myself turning into this different kind of slut, all doe-eyed and aching and shy. I pushed him to be rough, by gazing him out at him from under my lashes, by parting my lips, by daring him. It was like my face was begging, Don’t hurt me, I’m innocent and vulnerable. And meanwhile the rest of me was screaming, Don’t you want to hurt me? I’m all innocent and vulnerable. I didn’t know I had this in me, but I do. Jefferson doesn’t bring it out of me, Daniel didn’t, even Dominant Jordan didn’t make me want to obey, to take it, whatever it is. But Jed does.

Jed tugged the hair band I wear off my wrist and wrapped it around my hair. That bossiness turned me on. He turned me over on my back, and, crouching over my ass, lifted his palm: he was going to hit me.

I flinched in anticipation but he brought his palm down gently, just stroking me. I relaxed. He did it again, and I began to anticipate the sting of his hand against my skin. Finally he hit me, and I whimpered. Then he started all over again, his hand threatening me, only to come down with a caress and then slowly working his way up to a smack. And suddenly I noticed my hips were swiveling against his hand, and I was completely wet. This was a turn up for the books! I was so turned on.

Jed turned me over and I nodded. Jed put on a condom and then he slammed into me: “Ah!” I cried. He fucked me hard and quite fast, grunting in my ear as his cock plunged into me.

I never thought I could get this excited without words, but there we were, crunched together like, well, like animals, and I couldn’t get enough of him. His blond curls, his lanky body, his skin: “Yes, yes,” I muttered, arching my hips against his in a sort of desperation.

My face was against his hair. We weren’t looking at one another, but Jed pressed his palms to the side of my throat. The pressure felt good, I felt so totally compressed and fucked. After a few moments he whispered, “Do you want me to come?”

“No, let me come first.” I motioned for him to roll over so I could get on top, and he slid off me and lay there, waiting for me.

I sighed with relief as I slipped him back inside me and immediately starting rocking back and forth on his dick, desperate to come. “Can I play with your ass?” he asked.

“’Course you can.” And Jed slid a finger up my ass, working it up and down, just as I worked up and down on his cock. The pressure in my ass was intense and distracting. I still am not a great fan of ass play, I am sorry to say. The only time I really liked it is when Jeremy did it, and I heard these moans coming from my mouth. This time I felt like it was just getting in the way of my orgasm.

“You want me to fuck your ass?” Jed asked.

“Next time, OK?” I said breathlessly, squeezing his finger out of my ass; I wasn’t going to come with it there.

“Sure.”

Oh, God: had I just agreed to let an eight inch cock up my ass?! Ow! But never mind that now, I had to come.

It was dark outside, and it felt like the room had shrunk to this little place between my face and his, where I was panting and sweating and there was this green space where I was about to come to.

I came with a sigh and shuddered to a halt, grinning at Jed and burying my face in his shoulder.

Once more he flipped me onto my back and plunged into me. “Come for me,” I mumbled as his cock raked through me and I stretched myself against him, longing to feel the his orgasm shake through him. “Come, Jed.”

It was sort of a blur when he came, but I remember the overheated, smug aftermath and my own disbelief: what does he do to me? I stared at Jed, his juicy red lips, his curls limp with sweat, his golden skin, and … just thinking about it I want him again.