I STILL MISS HIM #6
By Horny Joe
After my vivid dream, Pat and I talked from time to time about bringing in another man for a threesome. He raised the idea of my finding someone from a group of men I had joined in a primarily social capacity, though I had had a limited sexual contact with a few of them. I had also told Pat of my long-term buddy relationships with Ed and with TJ, other men I still saw regularly.
There were logistical problems as well as personal preferences that made Pat's suggestions somewhat complicated. Pat was very restrictive in what he was willing to have known about him (no pictures) or about his living conditions. It was obvious to me that our clandestine contacts were not know to Pat's live-in partner, and that Pat's being able to plan a longer period of time to be absent was problematical, though he said that he could work out something. To make advance agreed-upon plans for another man required more advance planning than our IM arranging for our usual quickies.
We both seemed to be searching for ways to adapt our brief interludes into something more varied and longer-lasting. Much as I enjoyed Pat's almost-instant availability and the unique satisfaction I got from his visits, I would have preferred more prolonged episodes with conversation and a more mutual sharing of the physical side of our activities. He voiced his desires that he be a voyer of my participating in sex with another man and then of his being a giver or taker of added episodes. Taking of sloppy seconds on me seemed to be one of his fantasies, and though I had no compunctions, wasn't driven especially by that idea,
I'd participated in three ways and group sex enough to know the added pleasures and the complications that such sessions provided. I planned and tentatively laid out with other prospects the possibility of getting something on with Pat. There was willingness and interest, but the old bugaboo was the logistics concerning the where and when. I met both Ed and TJ at locations quite a distance from home. When I tried to get something firmed up, Pat was skittish about the details.
Nevertheless, we continued our accustomed process over the next several years. We both seemed to be reasonably satisfied with the limited dimensions of our sessions. We managed to see one another about once a month, give or take. Pat was often gone for fairly long periods of time out of state, and I traveled frequently for as long as three or four weeks at a time. Our ad hoc arrangements continued to fit our lifestyles. I enjoyed a much greater variety of sexual activity with other men, and I have little doubt that Pat did as well, though he often mentioned having no other bareback partners. I never volunteered information on my sex life, and he rarely inquired.
Nobody else fucked me with the verve and frenetic energy that Pat put into it. It might be fast and furious, but it always eventuated in a greatly satisfying conclusion.
Then in early 2004, my doctor scheduled me for a routine colonoscopy. I'd had a bout with anemia some years earlier, and regular examinations were a part of my health regimen. At the conclusion of the procedure, my internist handed me a series of pictures and technical diagnosis notes. They indicated that he had removed several 'problematical' nodules and spots, including some 'possible condyloma' (I researched these medical terms and learned that condyloma were sexually transmitted wartlike growths) and prescribed my further consultation with another surgeon. The second surgeon performed follow-up surgery, but was quite evasive and non-communicative about the nature of what was found and what was done. I sought clarification from my primary physician without complete satisfaction. My second surgeon scheduled me for examination in six months. Following these two minor surgeries, I was very tired, weak and sore and stiff--all symptoms of after-effects often found following anasthesia.
I examined my pattern of activity with other men. For the most part, my casual contacts were unlikely to result in any transmission of any STDs. I seriously doubted that Ed had brought me any nasty infections. TJ talked very openly of his having sex with men at porno theaters and/or meeting them away from the theater for sex. Pat, though he denied to me (with some 'technical' loopholes in his claims) that he had bareback sex with men. I was quite sure that the information I'd been given by another friend was reliable. Pat was sexually active with strangers. Aside from my general ennui and diminished sexual interest, I cut way back on my activities. I saw neither Pat nor TJ. Pat had apparently shut down his IM listing, and TJ was going through some financial and medical problems of his own anyway. I decided to see what my surgeon's future diagnosis might reveal. After a six-month examination, I was pronounced 'clean'. My surgeon suggested repeat examinations every six months.
About the middle of 2005, Pat's IM listing began to appear again. We chatted briefly a time or two, and then he came by twice in July. The good judgment fairy whispered in my ear, but my libido chased him away. That goooood feeling of Pat's thick hard dick hammering away awakened my desires. How I had missed that fast injection treatment, and I'd had a second 'clean' diagnosis from my doctor. There was nothing or nobody who filled that lackanookie need like Pat. Then Pat was gone again for several months without any explanation. In November, he returned. He was quite emphatic about his wish to find that third man for a 3-way, and instead of my usual over-the-foot-of-the-bed position, he instructed me to kneel on the floor. He crouched behind me in an awkward posture and hammered away at my ass frenetically. I reveled in the throbbing electrical jolts that he was driving through my body, and he went on and on with his hard, fast jabs. I encouraged him loudly and insistently. "Ooooooohhh yeah," I yelled. "Fuck me hard. Gimme your load!"
Pat's efforts continued far longer than usual, and finally he gave a gigantic thrust as though he was going to crawl inside me. I felt his body convulse and knew that he was unloading a ton of cum inside me. He maintained his position for some time, then slowly backed away and rose to complaints of cramps in his legs. The cum ran down my asscheeks and dripped off my balls. The gradual melting of my passionate need mixed with my gratitude for the old sensations of excitement and satisfaction I always felt. While it was true that I rarely had a sense of urgent need for Pat's visits, I did keep a special place in my ratings system for the enjoyment I felt in his performances. He was unique.
But as the days and weeks passed, I'm not sure whether my more rational side took better control or whether the changes in our IM system kept me from seeing Pat's listing or his being online. As I went through some withdrawal symptoms and relied on my next surgeon's checkup to assure me that I was still free of any problems, I also began to change my MO in surfing for men and my partiality to risky practice. Whatever influences were involved, I have ended my watching for his IM signals and dwelling on a need for the wild and crazy sensations nobody else has generated in his place. The last year has been a different story in my life, probably not as sensational in the telling as my episodes with Pat, though I think I'd pretty well played the Pat script to its limit. If he'd been persistent, who knows? I STILL MISS HIM. But I miss many of my past depredations into the world of men. One alternate to my past life is to relive the many stories in my scrapbook. I don't plan to join the church or take the vow. I still believe that mansex is the friendliest thing two men can share, and one can never have too many friends. If there are readers with an appetite for a variety of sea stories in other genre, please let me know and I'll be back with yet more spilled semen.