Like Riding a Bike

Alex text me and said meet at Wet On Wellington. He'd been in the city with his friends. I'd been smoking pot all day.

Quiet relaxed, I was. Very mellow. Actually, a little too relaxed to get past the kissing and the cuddling, couldn't get it together to get hard. I've had new porn and a bag of pot, this week, you do the maths.

So, when Alex said, "Let me fuck you"
I thought, why not? I wanted be a good sport about it, it seemed only fair, as I was clearly useless.

So, I got fucked for the first time in, something like, ten years. Sex on premises venue. Vinyl couches. Like riding a bike, really, not a talent you lose. The only thing missing was the amyl.

If you'd told me this morning I'd be bending over for it by the evening, I would have laughed at you, but I did. Up against the wall, Alex was really keen and his hips moved fast, I'd forgotten how much like jack rabbits guys can be... and once it hits your prostate, it kind of gets taken out of your hands, so to speak, and I was good, he was good, and there the two of us were gasping, and jerking, and wheezing, and rutting, and spasming, and exploding before who knew who was up who.

Alex was pretty damn pleased with himself.

I was pretty pleased with myself too, all things considered.