“Put your hand there.”
“Grab his ass.”
“Turn him around.”
“Now choke him.”
These are things Guy #210 told me to do to his boyfriend, Guy #211, a few minutes after I met them.
This one night in a gay sauna Guy #210 and #211 came on to me in the most systematic of fashions. While it’s normal to be chased in a sauna, this was one of only a few times two Guys grouped together to get me.
It’s flattering to be chased, but arguably even nicer to be flanked by a pair of velociraptors. The apparent team work these clever girls applied in catching me indicated I was about to engage in a threesome with a couple.
When you engage in a threesome with a couple, you basically sign up as a guest star among a cast of main characters.
As with every television format, guest stars serve only for the glory of those that receive top billing.
But when you’re aching for sexual action you gladly accept the part of Bystander 1. It’s better than not being cast at all.
So when Guy #210 and #211 pushed me against a wall from two angles, I expected a threesome to which I more or less had to surrender, which I was fine with.
Like two actors in a main cast my two companions had clearly played together before, many times. Guy #210 knew exactly what #211 liked and vice versa.
Guy #210 quickly positioned me in front of him, with Guy #211 in front of me. And that’s when the instructions started:
“Grab his shoulders.”
“Grab them harder.”
“Now choke him.”
Guy #210 was the dominant one, and his goal was to dominate me into dominating Guy #211.
The thing is I’m about as dominant as Mike Pence on weed.
It was easy for me to submit myself to the instructions I was given, even kind of comfortable. I did fail miserably at being dominant though.
Being dominant on command is unnatural. Also, I’m mostly good at just being me, and that’s only when you catch me on a good day.
So like a guest star, I was allowed to join an episode, have a few lines, do a little routine and then get lost again.
Guy #210 and #211 were two American tourists celebrating Amsterdam in a gay sauna and they had picked me not so much to celebrate with, but to celebrate off.
I did everything I was asked, up until the point I was asked to choke Guy #211. I wrapped my hand around his neck, but couldn’t bring myself to exert any force. I’m not one to choke strangers.
My failure to properly suffocate Guy #211 signaled the end of our affair, some 5 minutes after it had started.
We politely exchanged names afterward and I wished my two companions a pleasant continuation of their vacation. They were already busy working their next target when we said goodbye.
Submissive Guys can be the most aggressive hunters. And dominant types sometimes don’t come out of their shell before third base.
It can get kinda weird when you made your home in the middle ground as I have.
Sex with Guy #210 and #211 was exactly that: a little weird. Expertly choreographed, neatly executed, perfectly adjusted to the format they were used to, but a little weird.
It was still better than not being cast at all though.