I'm pretty sure Guy is out of the picture. We've chatted once since he's gotten back, and even then he was answering in one or two word answers. I've tried talking to him twice since then, and each time it goes something like this:
Me: HeyI had kinda lost all hope for him, and added him to the list of guys I like and then its unrequited. Lame.
Guy: Hey
Me: How goes it?
Guy has logged out
As Guy was logging out that day, I got a request from a guy on gay.com. He was asking pleasantries and whatever, though his bio line said that he was looking. Eventually, he dropped the hint. He'd like to try sucking and getting fucked at the same time, to be a barbeque skewer of cock of sorts. He found a guy to fuck him, all I needed was to get a BJ. I didn't need to reciprocate, or kiss, or anything like that. I could just come over, unzip, unload and be done with it.
ii.
I thought about it, and figured what the harm could be. I was kind of in a funk because I'd come to terms that Guy wasn't interested, and the night before my roommate had interrupted my date with my right-hand, and so the offer of a no-strings attached blowjob sounded kinda nice. I'm very much the kind of guy who saves for rainy days, yet takes advantage of every drizzle that comes my way.
iii.
There were two guys, who I'll call the Doppelganger and the Mexican. The doppelganger was the guy who set this up; he wasn't really an exact copy since he had a shaved head, broader shoulders and nipple rings, but other than that I think our faces kinda looked alike, and our bodies, even our cocks, were pretty comprable. It was all supposed to go down at the Mexican's house. Normally I wouldn't have cared about his racial status, except his pictures barely looked like him, or if they were of him, they were old and photoshopped. He did not look Mexican in his picture, and he had a good twenty pounds on the guy in the picture.
I got there first, and made small talk with the Mexican which was some of the most awkward I'd had in my life. His English wasn't very good, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought that it wasn't the guy in the picture. I was really close to saying that I had class in a bit and probably wouldn't have time, but the doppelganger came in the nick of time, and I figured that I wouldn't have to deal with the Mexican that much anyway.
Doppelganger is a nice guy, and fortunately is blunt enough to ask where the bedroom is. We file in. Doppelganger takes off my shirt, nibbling on my nipple then working his way down. I pop out, and he starts going at it. Mexican is just sitting on the bed, watching us, occasionally putting his hand on my chest or legs but never really do anything. Doppelganger's pretty good at this, and I push him back onto the bed, and straddle his chest, opening him up so the Mexican can have a go. Mexican unzips Doppelganger's pants, to reveal a cock with more of a curve than I do, but otherwise pretty damn close.
Doppelganger stops, and repositions everybody in hopes that Mexican could, you know, start in. He ever starts grabbing for Mexican's pants, but he just moves away, saying that he was good and we didn't have to worry--LAME. He stays fully dressed throughout, never even taking off his hoodie.
Doppelganger gives up on Mexican for the most part, and continues to work on me. As far as I could tell, Mexican was giving him a handjob to beat the band, occasionally licking his balls and cock, but mostly it was a handjob. Doppelganger comes first, right as he starts rimming me, taking his cock in hand to finish the job.
One down, two to go.
iv.
Doppelganger has to go into the other room to grab paper towels (Mexican didn't have any kleenex), and so when he got back, he really went to town trying to finish me off, giving me what amounted to a hand job with the head of my cock in his mouth. Mexican watched for a bit, nippled on my nipples briefly, and then went down and tried licking my balls. The speed of Doppelganger's enclosed fist made it hard for him to actually make contact with my balls without getting punched in the face. I didn't care so much because he was realy creepy.
I say I'm close, and Doppelganger takes his mouth off of me and he jerks my watery load onto my chest. I clean up with a paper towel, while Doppelganger grabs Mexican's cock through his sweat pants. Mexican grabs his hand and removes it, saying that he's good. We don't have to be told twice. Doppelganger and I get dressed and leave. Mexican tries to give us hugs as we leave but we just stand there stoicly and the fuck out.
v.
As Doppelganger and I are heading out, we gossip about how creepy Mexican was, and how his pictures looked more like his brother than him. Doppelganger theorizes why Mexican wasn't so gung-ho: When he grabbed at Mexican's cock through his sweatpants, he didn't get a full hand's worth, and he felt almost painfully erect. He said that he felt sorry for him for like, a second, but then realized that his picture probably wasn't of him and he gave a shitty blowjob, and so that guilt passed. He offered to have fun with me some other time, without the other guy.
