there's a flip side to everything. This is one of those flip sides to guy life that you don't expect. I've been getting more calls lately from women like Lillian (I've changed names in this story, and some details), women who find my escort ad in the back pages of this paper and sometimes want to have sex with me, but lately want to watch me do it with some guy.
I've always said no. It feels like a trap, like some cop set-up. I mean, I respect stereotypes, and the stereotype is that girls don't watch. Guys do.
Every straight guy fantasizes about a couple of lezzies getting it on - it's standard porn fare. But girls? Maybe in a big, giggly, all-gal outing to a strip bar where they can get raucous and party and scream at guys stripping down to their money-makers. But just sitting there, alone in a room, watching two guys get it on? I didn't think so. But now I'm not so sure.
Lillian seemed different. She wasn't calling when she was obviously drunk, and she wasn't calling from a bar. She sounded smart, sophisticated. She didn't sound like a cop (though I thought, "Famous last words").
Would I, she wanted to know, agree to have sex with her boyfriend while she watched? Maybe, I said, but I'm busy tonight. Call me another time. That's usually the end of it. But Lillian called back. Twice. So I said yes.
I was worried, mostly because I'd never actually spoken to said boyfriend. "He's shy," she explained. Which could have been code for his thinking, "I am about to do the most disgusting thing I have ever done in my life, but I love my girlfriend and I will grit my teeth and do this for her." Which could mean he would freak when I touched him and start crying. Or freak and punch me out. But Lillian was persuasive. So the deal was made. They arrived right on time.
They were both very attractive, personable, young (she said Mike, her boyfriend, was 30, but I would have guessed mid-20s) and modishly dressed.
There were the usual semi-awkward exchanges about the weather when they first came in, then a moment's silence, then "Maybe we should get started" from me, then a move to the bedroom, then the realization that I hadn't really thought through how to stage this (I mean, my bedroom is very busy, but I have yet to install cinema seating), then her suggestion that she just move a chair close to the bed, then my suggestion that Mike and I get undressed and I'd start by giving him a back massage.
Mike seemed a little nervous but not at all hostile. Lillian took her seat close to the bed and sat there rather primly with her hands folded in her lap. Mike stretched out naked on his stomach. I straddled him and began a slow, sensual massage.
Now, the fact that he seemed to be enjoying it meant very little. Any massage feels good, and I wasn't doing anything a regular masseur wouldn't have done (oh, except maybe allowing my cock to rub against his ass). The big question, of course, was whether there'd be wood when he turned over.
And there was. Very significant wood indeed. Things were easy after that. Mike was tentative but clearly into it, and willing to try everything I suggested. At one point I looked over at Lillian - who had not moved and was still sitting there rather primly, a Jane Goodall in the forests of the sensual - and told her that if she wanted to participate in some fashion she was welcome. "Oh no," she said, "I just want to watch."
She watched us 69. She watched while I tried to fuck Mike (he wasn't quite ready for that). She watched us come together, our arms around each other, jerking each other off. I watched while she used a tissue to help him dab the come off his arms and shoulders (ah, these young guys!). Then we talked a bit.
They were both very happy with the scene. They'd been together five years, and this was her idea. She'd always liked to watch, she said, and had begun renting gay porn and then one day just asked her startled boyfriend whether he would do that for her. I don't know how much thinking Mike had to do, but he agreed, though he said he'd never done anything with a guy before.
Would they do this again? They weren't sure. Probably.
I told this story to a friend of mine who works at Good for Her, the women's sex store. "Interesting," she said, and told me there had been so many requests lately from women for gay male porn that the store was having to make arrangements to carry it, a product they'd never sold before.
Girls who watch: the next big thing. So, guys, a word of advice. Prepare yourselves. At some point she's gonna ask.