It was summer and I was visiting in Maine, staying at a motel, and that Saturday evening went out to Cycles. I had been there standing around for an hour or so, not quite bored yet, when a rather good-looking guy walked in. Beard. He got a beer and stood around and eventually I sidled close enough to start talking. I don’t recall much about the conversation other than he was a teacher and lived not far away. After more talk, we got our cars, and I followed him back to his place.
Teacher was nice enough at first, a bit older than me, and tall and slim. Also, very cool for me, he was tall enough to be the first guy I ever got to kiss without having to lean down, which I’d been doing with men all along. (I’m over six feet, did I say?) I suddenly knew the joy of making out with a man face to face. I got Teacher out of his clothes and found he had a marvelous furry chest and a respectable (and not bent!) erection that I really was gettinginto playing with.
But something happened. Without warning he suddenly seemed tired and not very interested in me or having sex, which was confusing. But since he wasn’t exactly pushing me away, I kept trying. And just when I had played with his body more, enough for him to start getting a boner again, the goddamn phone rang.
Teacher got up to go answer it (long before everyone had a cell phone within easy reach). I followed him into the kitchen and while he was on the phone, I got down on my knees (learning fast, wasn’t I!), sucking on his dick to keep him hard. Didn’t work. Despite of my best efforts to distract him, his dick deflated into a listless windsock.
But what really disturbed me was that I could clearly hear a male voice on the other end of the phone yelling, “WHO ARE YOU FUCKING NOW?”
Wait, what? I had the distinct feeling of being watched.
After a moment, Teacher hung up on the yelling and had lost any remaining interest in me by the time we got back to his bedroom. I asked what was going on, but he wouldn’t say. Then, incredibly, with a stranger in his house, he just rolled over and fell asleep.
Dismissed, I pulled on my clothes and let myself out, still wondering if I were being watched. I went home (back to my motel) horny and jerked off, and forgot his name before I had a chance to write it down.
Director’s cut: Dismissed, I stood over him as he lay sleeping and jerked off, spraying massive globs of cum all over him, then left, leaving him to wake up all sticky.
Aside: And, yes, it was an encounter without sex, in a book about having sex. But sex was the (my) intent and anyway, it was so bizarre, I hated to leave it out.