A friend and I were having a chat the other day when we stumbled onto the topic of “special tricks”. I’m not talking about magic or sleight of hand shows here. I’m talking about what gay men call sex/sexual encounters that remain sex/sexual encounters and nothing more, i.e. “tricks”. Although tricks are just transient sex/sexual encounters, and your average gay man would have hundreds of those in a lifetime, some would remain steadfastly etched in memory for whatever reason. They are not just perfunctory sex/sexual encounters but are for some reason or other so memorable that they are “special”.

I wonder how many tricks your average gay man would consider to be special - I don’t suppose it would be many. I racked my brain and all I could come up was three. Three special tricks. But mind you, I don’t have as extensive a sexual experience as your average gay man…

The first “special” trick would be this young Swiss guy I met while working in Luzern. We were sort of dating but we also weren’t. We really didn’t spend all that much time together - a few afternoons walking about in the city, mountains and parks. We didn’t really talk much, partially due to the language barrier, partially because he was a shy one. Nevertheless, whatever time we did spend together was somehow “intensive”. Maybe that was what impressed most on me. Other than kissing and cuddling, we never “consumated”, though (but?) he had a huge schlong! Maybe that was what’s special…!

The second would be a guy I met while I was in Oxford, UK. He worked for a courier company (DHL… FedEx… one of those). He had apparently just got divorced and was just starting to explore the “dark” side. We only ever met up three or four times for relatively quick, simple sessions but somehow, he struck a chord in me. Perhaps it was his vulnerability or the tenderness with which he held me after cumming. But in a weird sort of way, he was what I needed at that point in my life.

The third is the guy I met in May this year. The one with the great technique and the good looks. The one who made love to (fucked?) me in a way that I think (fear?) no one else can ever better… This is one to remember for life.

And then there was one trick that never happened. In fact, it wasn’t even my trick, though at that time, I wished he was. I met him coming out of the bushes at Mardi Gras in London one year. But he turned out to be one of the better friends I’ve ever had. And that’s special.

Posted on October 26th, 2005 by jl
Filed under: Life's gay!