Memoirs of My Gay Life

A couple days later I got a text on an unscheduled night, it was simple and straight to the point, “I need a screw.” Was it a mistake to do it when we wanted to rather than just to get pregnant?

I popped my head through the doorway to her room only to find her naked and laying face down on her bed. No clothes. No sheet. I can appreciate an attractive form, like the fine lines of a champion dog. And she had fine lines – that’s all it was. Nothing sexual here. I could take it or leave it. My dick decided for me and I took her. I took her from behind, laying on top of her.

My first thought was that I was supposed to take her anally. I crawled on top. My legs were on the outside of hers, my hands supported my weight, though in all honesty I have to admit I pulled her hair accidentally just for an awkward second.

I lined up my dickhead with her asshole figuring I would get lubed up after I rubbed it around a bit. Unfortunately, with the first contact she jumped up, “Woah, why’d you do that?”

I didn’t know what to say. I stammered, “Damn, sorry. It’s just that, you know, every other time…”

She stopped me, “Oh! I get it. Steve, but we’re not going to get pregnant that way.” She smiled really big, like she was going to laugh. But then added, “It’s just a misunderstanding. Let’s go do it the right way.”