When your boyfriend of some time surprises you, out of the blue, with some hot, new gay sex moves, he’s probably either cheating on you or watching loads of porn while you’re out!
I don’t really think that Rich is fucking other guys behind my back, so it’s likely he’s been enjoying some quality, alone time with his penis in front of the computer.
Is there some kind of etiquette or unwritten rules about wanking when you’re in a relationship? It’s a weird thing, really. Personally, I still do it, although not as often as when I was single, and I don’t think there’s anything greedy or selfish about having a dual sex life, one with yourself and one with your partner. Saying that, it’s not something we ever talk to each other about; our masturbating is completely a private and secret thing – I don’t tell Rich when I’ve whacked one out and I never know if he’s been jerking off. We draw a line between our sex life and our solo pleasure and we don’t wank together or make it a part of foreplay.
I can still feel a bit guilty if I’ve been horny first thing in the morning, say, and instead of saving that up for Rich and some action later on, I’ve pulled one off in the shower. And, likewise, if we’re fucking and Rich takes much longer to cum or produces a small dribble, I know he’s done the same. Which is all fine, but you don’t want laziness and complacency to creep in and the wanking to diminish your sex life.
My first boyfriend would sometimes jerk off right next to me while I was asleep, so, if I woke up all frisky in the morning and wanted to fuck, he would say it was too late, he’d just cum! If I asked him why he didn’t wake me up, he said something about it being a sudden, spur of the moment thing. In fact, he used to be funny about sex with me in general – it had to be completely spontaneous, no premeditation or asking for it, which made the quest for sex a bit like trying to get a glimpse of a shy, elusive animal in the wild. Anyway, I was much less clued up back then and didn’t know any better – no way I’d put up with that crap now.
Something that complicates sex a bit between Rich and me is that I’m a morning person and he’s a night person and this often means putting it away to play with later. If we’re both here in the afternoon, then we meet in the middle = nice, slow sex.
It doesn’t help that, now I’m newly unemployed, I’m home a lot while Rich is at work and my hand is feeling restless while my cock is feeling idle. So, I could have a wank right now, but maybe I’ll use the time to learn some hot, new gay sex moves of my own…
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So, how many things can it mean when you discover a box of Summer’s Eve douche buried in the sweater drawer? Is my companion of 11 years suddenly not feeling so fresh and clean down there? I made this weird discovery during an innocent search for a gray tee-shirt Sunday morning. He doesn’t know I found it…
Maybe he doesn’t want to spoil the illusion? Which is something, I guess, that takes work after a long time together.