“It’s hot when two girls get off, but it doesn’t work the other way round.”
“You know. Like women watching a guy play with another guy’s dick. It doesn’t have the same effect.”
I’ve had this conversation too many times. Far too many times. There’s a longer blog to post another day about the fact that straight-guy sexuality is so tightly woven into our culture that often dudes struggle to get their heads round the fact that, you know, they can be objects of lust just as easily as they’re subjects. But I’ll bore you about that another day.
For now, in response to the person who said this to me, allow me to describe an interaction so hot it makes my toes clench, even just remembering it.
There are two guys in this picture. Ignore me, or anyone else who might be around. Just focus on them. They’re chatting, occasionally laughing. Making soft, quiet conversation.
While one of them rubs the other guy’s dick.
Not vigorously, you understand – it’s not at that stage yet. It’s exploratory and tentative.
The guy who’s rubbing is fully clothed: black t-shirt just tight enough that I can see the outline of his shoulders. The other is sitting back in a chair, dressing gown open at the front. Dick semi-hard.
He’s watching what the second man does, with a half-expectant smile.
The clothed guy squirts lube into one of his hands, then rubs them together. I can only see him from the side, but I can see that he’s smiling.
He raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘may I?’ then – on receiving a nod – he slides both of his hands round the other guy’s cock.
Quick, gentle, and so skilled. He works with such swift precision that just thinking about it makes me grin and bite my lip and rub my thighs together with joy.
Both of these men are straight.
That shouldn’t make a difference, but it does, because so much about sex is in the atmosphere – it’s not always about the act itself, it’s about the motivation.
Not what you do, but the way you do it.
The skill, and the companionship, and the tentative ‘may I?’ are greater than the sum of their parts because this may be the only time that’s happened for them. In exactly that way, at exactly that moment.
That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. That one motion. Lubed-up, sticky hands sliding down another cock with expertise he’d practiced on his own. The slight movement in his shoulders – leaning into the stroke. The tension in his muscles as he gripped.
That moment. There was more, afterwards – every bit almost as beautiful. When he pulled out a couple of toys – a masturbator, I think, and definitely the Pulse from the picture above. He was demonstrating on the other guy’s dick – showing him what went where, and how fast to move it, and which buttons to press to turn it on.
Teaching. Controlling. Holding. Stroking.
Not love, as such. Not lust, really. Just skill, and the desire to share it. Knowledge of exactly how good this toy felt, and the need to impart it. Lube, and hands, and that other guy’s dick.
I’ve written this very badly, and I’m so so sorry.
But when I think about it I can barely think at all. I can just feel and ache and lust and burn up with a need to replay it again in my head.
So when you ask if I enjoy watching two guys … when you ask if it’s ‘the same’ as what you feel when you see two women getting naked and wet together … my answer is: you tell me. Do they make you feel like this?