Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Me and David


I remember the night very clearly. It was cold, and the air smelled of fresh rain. We met at a nice, dimly lit restaurant in the east village. He greeted me cordially, “Wow, you look amazing tonight.” He took my black coat, and kissed me on the cheek gently, I knew it was the night I would lose my virginity. I had never been with a man before and the entrance into homosexuality gave me goose bumps.
It made me a little bit nervous that he was such a well known actor, I mean ten seasons of one of the most popular shows on TV. I had always thought he was the most attractive on Friends, and I was really jealous that he'd had a baby with Rachel. I hated Jennifer Aniston, and there were times I would lay in bed practically punching my pillow in anger.

We got a wonderful table as far away from the kitchen as possible with a lot of privacy. The waiter arrived with a bottle of what looked like expensive wine. “Mr. Schwimmer, this is one of our finest bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, a 1967 Duckhorn from Napa Valley.” David replied quietly, “Perfect, we will need one more after this as well.” We ordered, I had roast duck with mixed vegetables as a side. The wine was amazing, and it was making me red and a little tipsy. David reached across the table and gently grasped my hand. “Rob, you make me so happy and I would love if you would come see my studio tonight.” I replied, “Oh David! You’re so forward.” We exchanged very sexual glances and the tension was building.
He motioned for the waiter to bring the check and it was there in 30 seconds. David put down an American Express black card, we waited for the receipt and left. Outside we hailed a cab, and he told the driver the address of his studio, I was so tipsy I didn’t catch where we were going. We pulled in front of a building with two doors and a brick staircase; he took my arm and escorted me into his studio.
It was a giant room with long sprawling couches and a huge bed that was made private by a white see-through curtain. “Would you like a drink Rob?” I replied, “Yes, I’d love a martini.” He mixed a few things and shook some more, and came and sat next to me on the couch. “Why aren’t you having a drink?” I asked. “I don’t drink,” he replied.
He started kissing my neck, and I knew it was time. We took off our clothes and moved to the bed. He started touching me places I had never been touched, and I loved it. He put my rear in the air and I felt his cock enter my ass. It hurt like I had never been hurt before. We had sex for what felt like four hours, and when he finished I felt something wet on my back I turned around expecting it to be over. Little did I know he had not finished and tricked me into receiving a face full of cum. He screamed, “HOUDINI’D BITCH!”
-Rob

7 comments:

RAHB said...

David will always have a place in my heart and face

Monty said...

What a touching story.

Keep us up to date Rob.

It is really important to share with friends and family.

Anonymous said...

I always knew Mr. Schwimmer was a fag.

Monty said...

I'm not so sure this means he is.

According to unknown sources Rob may actually be a woman.

Megz said...

I think it's probably a combination of both, David's turned on by sexually confused college boys and Rob loves to be dominated by dashing paleontologists.

Monty said...

This is interesting, perhaps PETEY might want to contribute her psychoanalysis to the blog.

Unknown said...

this changed my friendship with rob belmont.

-Bignami, not Nicole