a tale of four foursomes
I. The Human Dildo
Dan was elbow deep into his slutty awakening. He was forty-something years old with a divorce under his belt and an urge to discover what having more sex with more people in more ways would be like. He was letting himself be pulled along by his lust for life in the way that all exciting people do. At some point in this awakening he met a rising star in the industry who I'll call Hollywood. Dan and Hollywood met on a dating app and for a year and a half they had kinky, dirty, non-penetrative sex. There was lots of sucking, lots of biting until flesh turned tender and blue, and it was all very fun. One day, Hollywood brings together Dan and two of their friends for drinks - a couple of Gold Star Lesbians. These friends were hot and horny, they were the Butch and the Femme. The four of them got to know each other, had fun banter, and talked about their desire to have group sex together, which Hollywood had, of course, pre-screened them all for. They set a date, and a couple of weeks later they all arrived at Dan's house for their play starring the three queers (two of them Gold Stars, no less) and Dan – who was going to be the Straight Man. This whole thing happened more than half a decade ago, so when Dan tells me this story, the fleshy sexy part is blurry. There's playful touching, there's three people licking Dan's cock, there's slapping and kissing and fingering.
One moment, however, rises to the top. It's seared in his mind with a particular clarity. Hollywood was not very interested in penetration, whereas the Femme very much is. At one point in this dance of theirs, Dan fucks the Femme while Hollywood watches. The Butch, however, is more interested in fucking their wife than they are in watching their wife get fucked. The Butch wants in on the action. They position themself behind Dan and reach around to grab Dan's dick. The Butch pushes their crotch against Dan's ass, which, in turn, pushes Dan's cock into the Femme – all the while they are wielding Dan's cock as if it were their own, manipulating Dan like a big, human dildo. The Femme, apparently accustomed to accepting the Butch's fists and forearms and inhumanly large strap-ons into her pussy, takes Dan's cock and the Butch's hand wielding Dan's cock all at once, with ease. The Butch is thrusting and fucking, the Femme, who loves to be thrusted upon and fucked, is living. Dan melts away, sandwiched between these two lovers. He has become nothing more than a manifestation of the Gold Stars' queer desires, transforming from the token straight man in this dynamic, into something new: a very willing, very eager toy that is very happy to be used.
II. The Lovers
Emma is a writer and a performer, and she has had a crush on Em from afar for a while. Rumor has it, Em has a crush on Emma, too. Through happenstance, the two of them are paired together to create performances for a Valentine's-themed art show. Emma and Em decide that their collaboration will culminate in the two of them making out in front of the audience (convenient!).
During their preparations, Emma discovered that Em is a star that comes with their own constellation of lovers - Hana (who Em is dating) and Hana's boyfriend, Stone (who Em is not dating) - and that they occasionally have threesomes. Emma met Em and their polycule for cute drinks so that everyone can get to know each other. At the bar, Stone flirts with Emma, Hana eggs it on, and Em is being very touch-y feel-y with Emma, as well. Everyone gets tipsy, which helped lubricate the vibes, making things a little sexier and softer. The night gently progressed into a smoke sesh back at Hana's apartment which gently progressed into Hana and Em going off to bed so Emma can fuck Hana's boyfriend, which gently progressed into a full 4-person sleepover. Emma isn't upset about fucking Stone, but her eyes are really still trained on her crush, Em.
The next morning, after breakfast, things get horny. Scrambled eggs (no cheese, add ketchup), soyrizo, a drink from Dark Matter, and a joint later and it's time for everyone to get frisky. The dynamic between the constellation became clear during the group sex: Not everyone fucked everyone, but they were all playing around at the same time, all together in this soy-egg-caffeine-weed-fueled zillenial cuddle puddle. In the middle of it all, Emma and Em consummate their mutual crush and nuzzle into each other while they watch Hana and Stone fuck to completion.
III. The Content Creator
Jay has been a pervert for as long as we've been friends – I know this because I, too, am a pervert (and always have been). When a burgeoning adult content creator posted an invite asking people if they were interested in coming over to his house to have an orgy on camera, Jay, of course, RSVP'd yes.
The official invite came to him over Gmail (I maintain that e-mail is one of the sexiest forms of communication) and he soon found himself at one of his new favorite pornstar's home. It seemed, however, the vibes were off. He remembers feeling like the party was on the precipice of Something, standing right at the border between loneliness and ecstatic unity - the feeling of becoming one collective consciousness like at a concert when everyone is singing along to their favorite song, like when you feel a divine presence blanket over your hiking group at Red Rock, like molecules coming together into an organism. But, instead of crossing over into that special, holy place, things at this orgy fell apart. Instead of pleasure, there were bad vibes and uncomfortable blowjobs. One of the people at this orgy, a woman who Jay describes as being manic and ravenous with an off-putting vampiric energy, gave him a rather aggressive blowjob. Not sloppy, worshipful head, not the kind of sexy interaction that makes you think "woah, I'm a person, that's a person, and this feels great." The harsh, awkward feeling of her wet mouth on his dick really brought the precarious vibe of this orgy crashing down. Then there was the Content Creator. When Jay and the Creator got to playing, he discovered that his straight guy shtic didn't really translate from camera to reality. For the Creator, the equation he was working with was force=pleasure, and when he slammed Jay's head down on his cock a little too hard, the vibe was really, truly dead. At least for Jay.
During this whole debacle, an older Black gentleman tried to give Jay a compliment: You have a voluptuous onion booty, he said. Was that some kind of slang Jay was supposed to be familiar with? It was confusing, but nice – Jay wanted me to know that the scene was not completely full of conflict and turmoil. Succubi can be sexy, he said, but in this case, it was mostly psychically desolate. And part of this whole thing was caught on camera, locked behind a paywall, but available for anyone to see - if you know where to find it.
IV. The Shower Scene
Early in my nympho fag days, I discovered the joy of cruising at Hawk's, of walking in circles and circles in the dreamy maze of hallways full of tiny rooms of sex. The air was charged: chlorinated water full of hairy naked men, chemicals in spray bottles cleansing away the tannic salinity of cum, the perfume of wrestling mats on raw wooden frames and open bottles of VHS cleaner. It was hypnotic and dizzying and fun to lose myself in there.
On one of many afternoons I spent at Hawk’s, I caught the eye of a man who smiled at me and gave me a wink. We passed each other in the hall, both of us on patrol, seeking a fuck. I turned, head over shoulder, Girl With Pearl Earring style (I'm so demure) praying for that second look, that silent come-on. I saw him pivot so he was facing me head on. I caught his eye, then my gaze wandered down. Teak skin, tight over lithe muscles - a crinkle in his eye, a sharp, long face and a long torso to match. His hand grabbed at the towel over his crotch - he was hard. Very hard. And lowkey, like, huge. We approached and found a half-embrace in the middle of the maze, nuzzling and whispering. He led me to the open showers where we bathed together, getting sudsy with Hawk's abundance of Irish Spring. We get increasingly handsy, increasingly sexy, until he's got me in a vise-grip, one hand with fingers in my ass and the other hand groping my crotch. His hands are huge so he's not really jerking me off, more like he's got all my junk cupped in his giant palms. In the corner of my eye, I see him nod toward the middle distance, and a new man approaches me - he looks like he can be my new friend's brother, shorter, more muscular - the same skin tone and the same flashy smile and dreamy eyes. They sandwich me in a big hug, squeezing and fingering and groping me so I get lost in the blur of their touches. Tall man fucks me, for real fucks me, while his brother holds me in place in the middle of the open shower. We start attracting an audience, all the men in the loose ends gathering towards where all the action is. Someone from the crowd is brave enough to cross the threshold onto the stage and I'm being juggled by three men, they're taking turns on my ass and on my mouth so that there's always something new entering me, but always one person holding me up and rubbing me supportingly. I feel very cared for in this moment, all these men and men-adjacent people showering me with love. Two out of three men cum in or on me, and I cum too with the help of someone's hands. I realize that the crowd of men have formed a line, hoping for their turn with me – but I'm satisfied. Plus, I don't think the rest of these dudes have really earned a spot with me, not like Tall Man and his brother, not like the brave volunteer who crossed the line from audience to participant early on. I think I see the brothers high five (hilarious) and my tall guy, my OG, he gives me a very affectionate hug before saying goodbye.
Our foursome was spontaneous and joyful, and now it's over, all of us free to go on our merry ways. I'm happy to have found myself here in this garden of sex, happy to have followed my curiosity into a foursome, into a very brief but very passionate dynamic with these men where we all understood each other, where we all figured out a way to communicate without harsh edges, without gruff violence. Who says men are all violent? That afternoon in Hawk's, the men find me with silent smiles, with sly looks, with hands on their cocks. We meet eye-to-eye, flesh-t0-flesh, we wait our turn and we are happy for each other. Our hearts beating together, our cum mixing in the shower drain.
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