Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 12:05:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sammy <sammyxviii@yahoo.com>
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."



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