Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 12:05:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Sammy Subject: No Comparison I was having a drink at a gay bar in Puerta Vallarta with my boyfriend Mike. We're both attractive and fit in our 40s. He's black, about 5'8'' I'm 6' with a lean swimmers' build. A short wiry blond guy in his late 40s comes up to our table and introduces himself as Peter, from Holland. He turns out to be quite entertaining and very charming and we order another round of drinks. He's single and sharing a room with two Dutch friends who are doing something else for the evening. We let him know we're a couple and he asks us if we are exclusive. "We've done a few threesomes", I say, "and the occasional twosome", I joke. "Have you guys got into any adventures here?" he asked. "Not yet", Mike responds. "How about you?" "No luck so far", Peter says. "My friends told me there was a great gay scene here, but their taste is much broader than mine." "So what is your taste?" I ask. "Well", he says after a pause, "I find Mike incredibly hot. He's absolutely my type if he likes to do what I like." This produces embarrassed laughter from me and smiles from Mike. I know that Peter isn't Mike's type at all, being older and shorter than him. And Peter is probably looking for a black stud to fuck him, while Mike is a total bottom. "So what do you like?" Mike asks flirtatiously, picking up the cue. He seemed to be enjoying the attention and I had enjoyed it too but felt a satisfaction that this question would now bring the line of conversation to a natural end. Peter gives Mike this longing look, almost drooling, and says, slowly, "I love to fuck". Mike and I fall silent and Peter studies our expressions. I begin to feel threatened by this guy who seems no match for me, but am still sure Mike has no interest in him beyond the flattery. Peter breaks the silence by saying to Mike "It would be a wonderful holiday for me if you come back to my room this evening". And he quickly adds, turning to me "if you both agree". "I don't think you're in luck," I respond as another round of drinks arrives. "Well you can discuss it while I visit the bathroom" Peter says. "I promise you I'm very good." When Peter is out of earshot I say to Mike, "Shall we bring this to a close now? We've been playing around with him long enough." But to my surprise Mike says, "You know he may be quite good in bed, maybe we should check him out. We haven't done a threesome in a while." "Do you really find him attractive?" I ask in amazement. "I certainly couldn't do anything with him." "Well our last threesome was your choice I seem to remember," Mike responds, "so maybe you should let me pick this time and follow my instincts." At this point Peter is returning to our table so we break off the discussion. I wonder whether Mike might be thinking Peter is hung. I used to be quite proud of my 7 inches, but got a reality check when Mike told me how he'd enjoyed men with longer and thicker cocks in the past. Our few threesomes had all been with smaller hung men, and I didn't want to find myself put to shame by a bigger guy. Peter was not wearing tight pants so one couldn't see anything. But then I noticed that he had very long fingers. Maybe Mike was making an inference. "So what did you decide?" Peter asks. "We're still thinking about it" Mike responds quickly. Peter smiles when he hears this "Well that's good news for me. And very generous of you," he says turning to me. "Maybe you'll find a hot guy to go with while Mike comes with me." Mike and I look at each other in surprise. "Weren't you talking about a threesome?" Mike asks. "Oh no", Peter replies. "You said you did twosomes so I thought-- no offence to you Sammy--I just don't fuck white guys." Now I'm definitely for bringing things to an end but Mike instead protests, "You guys don't have to do each other. You can take turns, or I can be in the middle." I'm horrified and mystified by Mike's enthusiasm. But Peter responds firmly "Once I get started you won't want to take turns and Sammy will get left out." I notice a bulge growing in Mike's pants. Then I feel Mike's hand stroking my leg as a way of saying he really wants to do it. "Think of it as a present to your boyfriend", Peter says. "Just one evening of pleasure and then he doesn't see me again. I go back to Holland." Mike gives me a look as if he'd said the lines himself. It seems the two of them are thinking they just have to persuade me to be "generous". Now I really want to talk to Mike alone. I don't know whether to insist that we should leave Peter and go back to our hotel, or whether to insist that if anything happens I should come along, or whether I should just let them do what they want to do. I didn't want to make a scene and didn't want Peter to feel he had any advantage over me. So I said to Mike "It's your choice. I'm paying the bill and heading home. If you want to hang out with Peter, you should." I gestured to Mike after the bill came that we should call it a night, but he wanted to linger. "I'll just have another drink with Peter and then follow you back. Don't worry, I'll be fine." I left thinking I'd been cool about Mike and Peter's little flirtation, but realized as I walked back to the hotel that I hadn't been clear at all whether I'd in effect said I didn't mind if they had another drink or if they had sex. Mike would know what I meant though. And Peter really wasn't attractive. He wasn't a match for me at all. After I got back to the hotel I got ready for bed. It was 12.30. Mike and Peter would be tired pretty soon and want to head home I assumed, and Mike had said just one more drink. I decided to stay up and wait for him. But by 1.30 he still hadn't arrived and I got worried and suspicious. Had he gone back to Peter's hotel, or had he run into some sort of trouble? I wondered whether to head back to the bar, but remembered that it closed at 2 so I thought I'd wait a little longer. I certainly couldn't sleep so I sat out on our balcony immersed in the lush aroma, trying to quell my jealous feelings. About 2.30 I heard the key turn in the lock and in came Mike. "So you decided to close the bar down," I said. Mike came up to me and said nothing. He didn't seem drunk but said he was tired. "Did you guys have a good time?" I enquired. "Uh huh," he responded. I found I wasn't prepared to let his noncommittal attitude pass. "So did you guys go off and fuck or did you just drink?" I said as jokingly as I could. "You really shouldn't have run off so soon" he replied, "you'd have been amazed." "By what?" I wanted to know. "Well," Mike said, "as soon as you left Peter asked me if you had a big cock." "What a nerve." I replied with a dry throat. "Did you say anything?" "I said you were decently hung," he continued. "Why did he want to know? He said he wasn't into white guys." "I guess he wanted to know if I liked big cocks because he immediately said he bet his was much bigger than yours." By now I just wanted to get it all out. "Well was it?" I asked. "As a matter of fact, yes." Mike responded. "So you went back to his place?" I pressed. "Just for an hour," he responded. "You should have seen. On such a short guy." All feedback much appreciated sammyxviii@yahoo.com