- 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.