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Sex as a Spectator Sport?!? Mar 6th, 2004 1:53:29 pm EST
Ok, I’m having a little trouble believing the events of Thursday night really happened. I’ll skip right to the good stuff, this is after all a sex blog haha. Anyways, I knew Marty was in town for one night that night. So I went out for a bit hoping to run into him. No luck, so I tried calling the hotel they stay at in town. He was there. I woke him up at about 1am and tried to talk him into coming out for a drink with me. Instead he talked me into going to see him at his hotel. I wasn’t about to say no to that offer.
When I got to his room the door was ajar so I went in. He met me at the door and started kissing me right away. He moved his hands up under my shirt and pushed me into the bathroom and up against the sink and we kissed for a bit and he asked me if I wanted to go to the bed. I wasn’t sure why we where in the bathroom to start with, so I said that it was up to him. He led me to the bed, kissing me all the way, then pulled off my shirt and bra and pulled me down on top of him. Didn’t even get my pants off before he stared fucking me, he just pushed them down far enough to get inside me. He finally pulled my pants off, he left on my high healed sandals though. It was a little weird having sex with my shoes on, but kind of sexy at the same time. They are after all, very sexy shoes lol.
We fucked in the missionary position for a bit, then we switched to doggy for a while. He wanted me on top of him, so I was ridding him. That’s when it happened. There is a noise from the other side of the room, someone gets up, walks across the room to the bathroom and says “sorry guys” on his way past. He had a roommate, who was asleep in the other bed. Marty rolled me onto my back, but didn’t pull out. He asked me if I was ok. And if I wanted him to stop. I was SO fucking embarrassed. At the same time though, I was leaning towards drunk, and he was still sliding ever so slowly in and out of me so I didn’t really want to stop. And I figured that it was a little late to be worried about it now. So I told him not to stop.
When Kevin came back out of the bathroom, Marty apologized for if we’d woken him up. All the while he is still slowly fucking me. Well, as a minor conversation at this time revealed, it wasn’t us who woke him, it was some bad pork in the take out they’d had that night. I kept breaking out in fits of embarrassed laughter. Marty says to me “Don’t worry about it, Kevin and I have been living together in close confines for months now” to which my response was “Yeah, but *I* don’t live with Kevin!” at this point Kevin pipes up with “Yeah well you don’t live with Marty either and look what you’re letting him do to you.” Of course at this point Marty had my feet up over his shoulders so all I could do was laugh. Marty kept fucking me with my feet over his shoulders for a bit and all was quite for a few minutes, and I had almost succeeded in forgetting all about Kevin, when all of a sudden Kevin says “Nice shoes” and Marty adds “Yeah, I was thinking that myself” I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore at this point. It had become more of a “nobody else seems to care why should I” thing. So I just laughed and said thanks.
Kevin was nice enough to stop talking at this point. Marty said he wanted me from behind, so I got on my knees. After a few strokes, he started to tease my ass with his cock, and he pushed in ever so slightly. It wasn’t very comfortable, but he didn’t move and the discomfort went away, so I figured we’d see how it went from there. He pushed in a little more, and again, a bit of discomfort, this time it didn’t go away though, so went he went to move in more, I told him it hurt and asked him to stop. He apologized and pulled out. One of the things I like about Marty, is he is always changing positions.
I got on top of him for a bit, then he asked me to give him head. This went not so well from my point of view, not sure how well he liked it. I had a bit of dry mouth from drinking tough, and his cock is pretty big. It’s both long and thick. Also, I was nervous, not just because I haven’t given much head, but also the fact that Kevin was present was at the top of my mind at the time.
We where in various positions then I got on my knees again, then something went wrong. Now he assures me it was an accident, but he thrust his cock really hard into my ass. I thought I was going to die. He instantly pulled out and asked if I was ok. I rolled over onto my side and he laid down beside me and apologized profusely and told me it really wasn’t something he needed and that he hadn’t meant to do it and asked me again if I was going to be ok. It didn’t take long for the pain to go away, thank God. Kevin chose this time to let us know that he was still awake by saying “Speak up, I can’t hear you” I chose to ignore him.
I pulled Marty in to kiss him, I love kissing him. Most guys I’ve kissed, have made me adjust my method to fit theirs, but Marty’s never been much of a kisser in the past, so he follows my lead. He’s great at it too. One of my favorite positions, with him, is when he gets me to get on top of him, then he wraps his arms tight around my lower back and holds me against him so that I can’t really move and he thrusts up into me. It hits a nice spot, and I like the feel of so much of our skin pressed together. After a little over an hour, he was ready to come. He got me to go up on my knees again, and started fucking me hard and fast from behind, then he pulled out and came all over my back. And I do mean “all over” I was surprised at how much there was. Once he was done he got a towel and cleaned my back off.
I got dressed, the three of us chatted for about 20 minutes. I gave Marty a back massage, then I took off, since they had to get up in 3 hours and drive all day. They are supposed to be back in town for a while on Sunday, so Marty told me to call the hotel and see if they are there and he’ll buy me a drink on Sunday. We’ll see.
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