Day Four: A strange phone call.
There is this guy, he calls himself Gabriel. Every time I see him calling me, it means one thing: the guy is horny.
Often, I ignore his call. I might be doing something, or I just don’t feel like it. If I was busy but would still want to have some fun, I’d SMS: Busy right now. Call me in X minutes.
For most guys I had phone sex with (and most guys I sleep with), I can still engage them in conversation other than sex. We’d talk about work, complain about traffic, do small talk. It’s cool, doing that. It humanizes the other person, and I get to know them beyond moans and grunts we share while we are intimate with each other.
But not Gabriel.
The guy is always down to business. After we both came, he will end the call. No perfunctory “thanks, man” or “I’m gonna wash up first”. There aren’t even good-byes. We both came, phone sex is over, end of call.
Which is so different from how he is while we are on the phone. He’s wild and passionate and noisy. He likes it when I say his name, when I tell him I “love” him, when I say I won’t fuck anyone other than him.
Phone sex, being purely aural (pun not intended), requires a lot of imagination so both people can get off. Both participants should also be game in hamming things up for each other. I would say things I wouldn’t day out loud during actual sex because it helps build up a fantasy both the other guy and I can take part in.
Unlike actual sex where sometimes I wonder if the other guy was acting too enthusiastic because of porn fantasies, there is no need to wonder about it in phone sex. I already know the answer: We are. And that is okay because, most of the time and with guys I’ve had several sessions(?) before, I know we are both into it.
Lately, Gabriel has taken a liking into doing phone sex threesomes. He would call and get another guy conference with us and the three of us would get it off. So far, it is a different guy every time. How many guys does this dude regularly talk to? It was awkward, at first, but I am surprised how easy it was for me to get comfortable with it. It does break the illusion when he asks if he is the only guy I would fuck.
I used to wonder if I’ll ever get to meet Gabriel, if we will ever have sex for real. I doubt we will and maybe it is better that we won’t. He is sexier and more attractive as that disembodied voice urging me to mount him and ram him harder.