Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2012 07:37:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: vintage thrills:  31. Examining Dr. Peter

31. Examining Doctor Peter

   Peter and I begin to relate more comfortably to each other, but he
remains highly cautious even after a few dates.  It was, I suppose,
somewhat unusual, then as now, for two gay men to have several dates
without having sex. But it wasn't until Peter and I had been together four
or five times that we decide we are ready to take the plunge into bed.  I
suggest that we go to a gay bathhouse in lower Manhattan.  Peter agrees and
we make arrangements to meet on a street corner near the Bath.
   It's a cold and windy wintry night.  I arrive first.  I wait, stamping
my feet to keep warm.  Would he chicken out?  No, here he comes now.  But,
to my surprise, he suggests that we not go to the nearby bathhouse, but
rather to a hotel instead.  I am more than a little pissed.  He tells an
unlikely story about how two of the women that he works with live nearby
and he is uneasy about being in this neighborhood.  If they should see him,
he would feel awkward explaining what he is doing here.  I think that the
truth is rather that he does not trust me completely, and imagines that I
am trapping him in some way by choosing a bathhouse for our tryst.  But why
would I want to trap him?  Blackmail?  Malevolent exposure?  It seems so
bizarre as I write this in today's world to even imagine such paranoia.  I
had truly met someone who could trump my caution in spades.
   I brood as we travel by taxi uptown to a well-known hotel.  I make it
clear that I am not comfortable about registering for a short stay in a
hotel.  It's OK. He will register, and I will surreptitiously visit him in
his room.  I sit in the lobby as he registers.  It takes a long time.  He
has met a friendly hotel employee from Taiwan and they have much to talk
about.  I begin to match Peter's paranoia with my own.  Did he lead me to
this hotel for some elaborate shakedown?  Will some asian confederates bust
in on us?  Ohmigod. And we talk about the good old days.
   In the small neat room Peter puts on the radio.  Soothing, classical
music.  Nice. Now we are on the bed and finally begin to relax. A touch, a
kiss. Disrobing each other, piece by piece.  I start to heat up.  Peter has
a nice compact body. Short in stature, thin, with a nicely rounded butt. My
dick begins to fill out as I caress his ass.  Peter mimics my actions. I
examine his dick.  About average in size, and becoming happier than it has
been on our previous dates.  I play with his cock.  It is cut.  I ask him
if all Chinese men are circumcised.  He says no.  He plays with mine.  With
childish enjoyment.  You'd not think that a physician would find this so
exciting.  But I guess there is a lot of difference between a professional
penis and a social penis.
   I teach Peter, by my example, how to suck cock.  He is an avid
learner. We suck for a long time in various positions, including my
favorite, the sixtynine.  I love the way his ass feels in my hands as I
swallow his dick. I caress the hairless perfectly rounded globes
lavishly. Our earlier fears and nervousness are forgotten in this warm
rented bed.
     It's time for a new lesson.  I tell Peter about inter-femoral fucking.
He is eager to try it and so we take turns fucking each other between the
thighs.  Unable to hold back after a few minutes of this I come copiously
between Peter's virgin thighs and asscheeks.  I bring him off soon
afterward with my hand and mouth, and he nearly cries with pent-up emotion.
We lie in each others arms for many minutes.
     Gradually we rise to shower.  I watch his slim, lithe body climb out
of the shower.  As I finish showering, he sits on the toilet bowl drying
between his toes with toilet paper. The only person I have ever seen do
that.  It seemed a bit odd to me at the time, but after several bouts of
athletes feet I decided to try it one day and have not suffered with fungus
since.

     Now, many years later, when I dry between my toes with toilet paper I
think of Peter and smile.