Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2018 12:22:09 -0500
From: MC VT <mcvt2017@gmail.com>
Subject: Three-by-Fives MCVT2017

Three-By-Fives
 © 2017 MCVT 3/1/17
In the clutter of life, a new couple finds an unusual form of erotica and a
new kind of appreciation.

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About a year ago, I met a man, and we dated and he moved into my place.

Stability and companionship had recently come creeping into my thoughts -
who wants to wind up the old man that opened and closed the bar on the same
stool moaning about politics?

Since I'm easy-going and somewhat new to actual homemaking, he made most of
the decisions - closet space and decor wasn't important to me.  My
electronics and workspace were my major concerns among the clauses in our
contract.

Elgin, the roommate, is a smallish guy - thin, with almost bronze skin, and
brown-yellow eyes; exotic coloring.  He appears to have just passed
adolescence - a real sleek look.  Unlike me, Elgin had almost no body hair.
He wore his hair longer and pulled back in a short tail.

His body wasn't exaggerated in any particular way - and his movements and
expressions were somewhat effeminate - I could handle that.  It kinda made
me feel more manly - like I had to protect him - I had about fifteen years
on the kid.

What attracted me to him was his naiveté - a complete innocent, and
obviously infatuated with an older man.

Candy to an almost-geezer like me.

Jay was confident and smart, and his intense curiosity extended to the
bedroom but he was adamant about waiting till we had a commitment - the
roommate contract was enough for him.

My kind of guy, so I didn't wait for any more hair to fall out or turn
white - I went after him like a tsunami racing to shore!

As we cleared out junk from a kitchen corner on moving-in day, I found my
little green plastic index card box.

Jay took it from my hands, "You cook?"  He opened the box and pulled the
first card out and studied it, clearly perplexed.


***


Before asking Jay to "partner up," I threw any incriminating evidence of
other lovers after a thorough sniffing.  All that had to go, along with a
few toys and small bottles.

Impactful, personal items I kept - the green box was personal.

Maybe I had a little OCD going on before sobered up, but everything that
was in box was in the past now.

On the unlined side of the index card in the green plastic box, was an inch
of cellophane tape holding a few strands of crinkly hair.  On the lower
corner of the card I'd penciled in a code I'd invented in high school to
take notes rapidly.  Each card showed with the initials of a partner, dates
we had sex, and a description of the activity I'd had with them and
anything else of significance.

"Pubes!"  He said and looked closer at the card, and sniffed it, then
riffled through the rest.  "Are these from your lovers?"

"Right, detective."  I took the box back, irritated but not angry.

He asked me how I got the pubic hair samples.

"I asked, or - well, I found another way.  I stuck it under the mattress.
When they left, I'd write the card while I could remember all the details."

"There must be a hundred cards."  He said.

"There's eighty-three.  Let's finish moving, we'll look at it later."

I distracted him and slid the box on a kitchen shelf too high for him to
reach, hoping he'd forget about it.


***


Those were heady years when I made the cards - drugs, sex, exams, and
kinks.

I found out most students were inexperienced and too drunk to be
interesting, so I hit the bars away from the campus for a wider choice of
pleasure.  I was a little thinner, kept a trim beard, and found my body
hair was usually an asset when on the prowl.

But I'm sure it was my smile.  Sweet, with an innocent, unassuming
expression - I looked like an "easy mark."  When I had my target alone, I'd
turn the tables a little bit to the left.

Some pick-ups were fantastic, some had odd, irregular boundaries, and some
were looking for something other than pleasure.  It was always a strange
experience - coaxing or squeezing them to tell me what they wanted or
liked.  Those playmates made me feel more like a voyeur into their strange
pasts they relived with me.  Fetishes!

Artfully naive, I attracted a variety of partners, each one was incredibly
unique.  Ages, races, languages, and intellect didn't matter, I sought
sexual novelty.  Most were pleasure seeking, like me.  We were all able to
walk away from our liaisons no worse for the fun.

Eventually, I had to hit the "spin dry" button for thirty days after a
difficult incident and quit the bar scene along with my elective education.

I zipped my jeans, closed the little green box and put it all away and
graduated two years behind my class.


***


Jay and I finished our moving and showered.  I headed for the bed hoping to
get lucky when I heard a crash in the kitchen.

The wobbly wooden chair lay on the floor upturned.  Jay had climbed on it
to get to the shelf where I'd placed the box.  He stood in his boxers and
tee shirt on the counter top asking me to help him down.

I grabbed his thighs and let his body slide down against me, making sure he
felt my erection.

He could be curious about my lovers yet he still needed me to decode the
notations, and I figured I could keep the nastiest details out of the
explanation.

Jay kept the box with him and ran ahead of me to the bedroom.

In bed, he clicked on the bedside lamp and chuckled.  "Interesting..."
Opening the box, he started examining the cards.

My hand went under his tee shirt, but he stopped me, "Who's this?"

"Just a guy."  I said, and reviewed the initials and smiled, nodding my
head.  I remembered that guy, though I only saw him once, the drawing
reminded me of what he did.

"Seven years ago...  Hmmm."  Jay read the date.  "What does this mean?"  He
pointed to my symbols.

"That means he gave me the best head ever."  I explained briefly, inching
my finger under the elastic inside his boxers.  He shifted his hips away
from me, entranced with the cards.

He asked me about the letter "t" on the card.

"That's not a letter, it's a symbol.  That guy was a minister - great big
man.  Stopped by on his way to work - Sunday morning.  "After he undressed
me, he knelt in front of me.  The guy prayed for everyone except me.  He
got loud praying and kept praying while he grabbed my butt.  His lips and
tongue that didn't stop.  He knew how to make me hold-off till I hurt while
he was fingering my ass.  "I exploded, and he took it all.  Then I never
saw him again."

"Wow, that good?  How did you get his pubic hair?"

"That hair came from his head - he stayed dressed."  I told Jay and tried
to slip my hand near into his boxers.  He crossed his legs, trapping his
pecker.

He came to one card without a hair.

"What happened here?"  Jay asked.  "Just a zero."

"Oh, him.  Showed a lot of bravado in the bar - a real hottie, and then
fizzled out.  "Stunning man, an interpreter with the most beautiful green
eyes and dark skin.  Showed me his father's name tattooed behind his balls.
Had some strange symbols on his penis - and a nick cut out of his foreskin,
but kinda cool.  "Look on the back of the card you'll see what I did after
he left."

He went back to the box, uninterested in my masturbatory habits.

My hand sneaked into the leg of Jay's boxers, but he pulled it out and
continued thumbing through the cards.

"Why does this one have two kinds of hair on it?"  He asked.

I didn't even need to look at that one.  I remembered that couple.

"Two guys.  The big one wanted to watch and stroke himself.  "The slender
one wanted a good hard fuck, but I wouldn't take any of his clothes off,
not even his shoes.  He made me push all his clothes out of the way almost
fighting against me.  It was kind of like a rape thing.  "When I'd get too
excited, he'd bite my neck or my lips.  Then, he'd be real sneaky and pinch
my - well...  He pinched where I was sensitive.  "The other man masturbated
till I was sweaty and empty, then he took my "rapee" in the bathroom for
about an hour afterward and kept the door locked.  "I enjoyed that - felt
risky - dangerous."

I told Jay and felt for a wet spot on his boxers.

"Are you getting a little risky and dangerous down here sweetheart?"

He brushed my hand away, "Not yet."

"What about this one with all the numbers?"  He was hard into these damned
cards.

I looked at the card.  "Those are all dates and times.  That guy would come
over for a few minutes, get off several times and leave.  Never stayed
longer than fifteen or twenty minutes.  He was frustrating - always telling
me to `put out,' or `get it up.' Real bossy...

"He could shoot before I got my shoes off.  That man could climax in record
time - and again and again.  I suspect he'd been to the pharmacia...

"Didn't wait for me to get off.  His cock and balls were odd - a little
offset to the right - inverted nipples.  Interesting set of anomalies."

My mind had to wander back to that place for a moment.

"He was faster than you?"  Jay asked.

"Yep."  I tried getting my hands under Jay's shirt to squeeze one of his
sweet, hair-trigger nipples but he flicked my fingers aside with the corner
of another index card.

"What's this one about?"  Jay held one card up.  I'd drawn small heart and
an exclamation point beside his initials.

"He gave me a prostate milking and sucked me off at the same time.  I felt
like a cannon going off."

"What's that?"  Jay asked.

"A cannon going off, or a prostate massage?"

"Prostate massage.  What did he do?"  He asked, but I heard a little
tension in his voice and hoped all this sex talk was arousing him.  My
erection was too hard and my testicles were starting their silent
screaming.

I explained very slowly what the guy had done, and licked his fingertips
while I explained, whispering in his ear and kissing his neck.

"Anytime you want to try that, I'm your slave."

"Tell me about this one."  He held up a card with four dates on it.  The
wisp of hair had a few gray strands in it.  The uniform ends of the hair
showed I'd snipped it.

"Real dignified guy, sophisticated and neurotic as hell.  He showered me
and washed me and then he read to me for a while before he lit into me like
the devil spanking me hard.  He could go for hours, and called me `son,' -
always wanted a spin - a butt dusting."

Jay's eyes stayed on the card.

"Ever done meth when you had sex?  Take off like a rocket and leave a trail
of climaxes for miles."  I jumped up off the bed and found my old stash
bag, licked my fingertip and brought a nice thick dab of meth to bed
discretely.

Jay continued to peruse the cards trying to figure out my symbols and
codes.

"Go on, you can ask me about anything."  I encouraged Jay to keep the sex
talk going and to distract him.  Throwing the sheets back, I pulled his
boxers down, smiling at his focused interest in the cards.

At the foot of the bed, I crossed his ankles and flipped him over quickly
and spread his tiny, round cheeks.

I put my head in his cleft, nuzzling my stubble against his tender skin and
licked - a few kisses brought a few hard breaths, but Jay still had the box
of index cards in front of him, thumbing through for something that caught
his fancy.  With one hard thrust, I landed the dose on my fingertip right
inside him.

"Ow!"  He shot me a dirty look.  "That hurts."

"I'll kiss it."  I kept him aroused knowing would happen next.

It did; in spades.

Jay did complain for a few days, though but admitted he liked fiery
orgasms.  I didn't complain, but bore my chapped glans proudly the next day
feeling the sentimental fool.

Yep, I kept that little green index box by the bed.

I lied about what the cards said to get what I wanted, sometimes I think he
got wise to me and picked out the cards that got him the results he wanted
and I didn't care.

My dear Jay was taking night classes and I sat at our shared computer when
I espied a CD with hand-written lettering; Gregorian Chants.

Gregorian Chants sounded soothing.  I slipped it in the computer and
adjusted the speakers.  Nothing happened - I opened the files on the disc
to see they were all text documents neatly dated, and I began reading a few
notes.  This was Jay's diary.

Sitting there, with his personal thoughts available - I stopped.

My curiosity almost got the better of me, but I closed everything down and
turned the computer off.  An image stopped me.

In my mind I pictured a paunchy, hairy old drunk sitting on the same stool
moaning about politics in the dark of a bar waiting for some unknowing kid
who wanted some affection.

Like a spider's web, I could suck an innocent into my quickie trap, then,
start all over again in a few days.  I lived for feeding my addiction to
novelty - hard and fast hedonism.

And again.

Again...

Turning the computer off, I decided that the incognito alpha male could
never be a beta - so I went for the gamma and decided to appreciate a young
man in lust, and if I was lucky enough, in love...


Fin