Threesome
I take this slowly, at first; as I know that even if he's familiar with the idea, he isn't yet comfortable with it. I would have liked to break the ice with a few videos, but circumstances didn't permit. I settle for some Kahlua and hardcopy of some erotica I'd written (not actually with him in mind, but recent circumstances had encouraged a tend towards genericity...). The apartment is warm; not too hot, but as it's freezing outside, it's a welcome contrast. Cosy.
I wouldn't have taken it this far, except that he'd confessed (to our mutual friend) that he'd wondered what it would be like, to have me up his ass (although, at the moment, that isn't what I have in mind...). I suspected that he was trying to impress her... I guess I'm about to find out.
...and, no matter how I look at this, strategically, there's going to be one point where I make a move that he's going to regard as `the turning point'. I may be regarding this too analytically... still, supposing that I'm right, I then decide to make that first move a bold one, as a sort of `I'm serious here!' gesture; I move close to him, practically sitting in his lap, and place my hands between his legs. Our eyes meet; we stare at each other, unblinking, for perhaps ten seconds; I sense that, maybe, he's going to withdraw, so I move my hand against his crotch, sort of cupping it around his balls (which I can feel through the material of his jeans) and put my arm around his shoulders. Well! He doesn't run screaming from the room... on the contrary, he closes his eyes and sinks back into the couch... and, yes, I believe he has the start of an erection. Which is a relief, as I don't think I could go any further if he didn't. I press myself against him, my head resting on the front of his shoulder; I move my hand again, the palm against his stomach, my fingers pressing into the bulge of his erection, moving it slowly from side to side...
