Older man
I don’t remember where I met him, just that it was through a girlfriend. He was more than 10 years older than me and did not seem to have done much with the extra years. The preliminaries are vague, but the usual summer fling traditions were observed: days at the pool, beer, dancing. I watched the sun drying on his surreally soft and firm skin, and reflected that his body seemed not to show the passing of the years. Only his somewhat lined face did…I didn’t look at it much.
We flirted and played in the pool, exploring each other’s bodies underwater, pretending that we believed we were unobserved. On the way home we sang showtunes - a man with his sexual track record could afford to indulge such effeminate behavior. Not that there are many gender-based demarcations regarding entertainment in the Arab world.
Perhaps it was that night, or another night. I was uncomfortable with having sex under his parental roof – they were at home, but seemed accustomed to the comings and goings of women and the locking of doors. He also had something of a breath odor issue – it was strange, something like peas. I endeavored to turn my head away and focus on the rest.
At first I was only moderately engaged, mildly turned on. But then he took off his trousers and I saw the holy grail of penises: the upwardly curved model. I’d heard about the advantages of this in some sexy novel that made much reference to scimitars and the like.
We were in the missionary position, typically one that does little for me, and suddenly something shifted and it became incredibly awesome. Just as I was starting to feel that something possibly brilliant was about to happen – the elusive g-spot stimulated at last! – he was finished. I felt him shrinking away and was disappointed. Perhaps there was some oral action after that, but it wouldn’t have sufficed.
I never went back to his bed, though. Perhaps I left the country, or maybe I didn’t think he could hang in there (literally) for me to fully explore the comma-shaped penis. Perhaps his old face, his dullness, his general air of patheticness. It was probably the parents though…it seems reasonable not to let go of your inhibitions around the parents of sexual partners.
