Spammer by Anel Viz

“Spammer”

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(Author’s note: In keeping with the theme of Internet spam, I have not given the main character of this story a name.)

14. Winona

“I’m glad you said that to him, Norm.”

“Yeah. There’s gotta be more to a three-way than you or me watching the other have sex with Joel. I wouldn’t mind do it again with him if we do it right.”

“And I’d like to come out to Winona and try one with that guy of yours, if only to give me an idea of the competition.”

“There is no competition. What I’d like is to show him there’s a lot more to life than a quickie. It’d be cool to have one with one of the girls I screw, too. Just look at your face! Why not? Don’t I have a right to indulge my straight side? Were you lying when you told me you used to sleep with women?”

“I wasn’t lying. But it’s been so long I’m nervous about getting it up for one.”

“Why should that be a problem with me there? But first we do Joel again, right? The guy was appreciative; you have to give him credit for that. And I liked his dick.”

“Wow, doesn’t that make me feel good?”

“I said ‘liked’. I love yours. But there’s no rush. Make him wait or he’ll start thinking he’s one of us.”

“I don’t know if I should ask you this. It won’t make a difference if you say yes or no, you understand; I’m just curious. Has anyone else ever fucked you, or am I the only one?”

“Only you. I wouldn’t let anyone else do it. Unless you wanted to watch.”

He watched the next time Joel came over. Later he asked him how it was.

“Nothing special. If anything, too mechanical.”

“There’s always something mechanical about it when you’re standing up and the guy you’re screwing is on all fours on the bed.”

“Yeah, but when we do it that way it’s just one in a whole repertory of other positions that come before and after. What was exciting about Joel was that I was only doing it because you wanted me to. It was like you raping me again.”

“I only raped you once.”

“I know, and I wouldn’t want it to happen to me again. I mean really raped. I hated it. But it’s special to me now because it was our first time. If you’d let me alone and I just got up and walked out, my whole life would be different now. How can I regret it happened?”

“To listen to you, people would think you’re saying rape is something good, or can be.”

“I’m not. I’m saying that something good came of it. One chance in a million in real life. Real life ain’t some porn flick.”

If Joel played his part the second time around, Mr. Blow-Your-Wad in Winona didn’t catch on. He already felt imposed upon having to wait for the other guy to come; waiting through a total of three ejaculations only compounded his post-orgasmic boredom.

Had she asked if they could tell what part of their three-ways she liked best, they would probably have guessed when the two of them went down on her pussy, because of her squeals of delight, but for her it was watching Norm bottom, lying on his stomach, immobilized beneath his ravisher, but anything but still, totally responsive to the man who, as if to suck out his essence, covered him body, engulfed him like an octopus devouring a crab. He laid himself bare to him, opened himself body and soul, nothing held back, eager to give and to receive. She had never dreamed that sexual possession could be so total. Curled up naked in the armchair facing them, her idle hands folded in her lap, she imagined their orgasm welling up hot inside her, throbbing in her womb.

In that position, they unconsciously replayed their first coupling. The mechanics only, for the emotions driving him were light-years removed from “I’ll show you, you son of bitch”, and instead of thinking the “No!” he hadn’t spoken and “This can’t be happening to me”, Norm’s every fiber cried out “Yes!”

“Now be honest,” Norm said. “Was that combo all that bad.”

“I’d take her any day sooner than Mr. Come-and-Go if I couldn’t have you. Maybe even over Joel. If I’d run into a woman like her when I was younger, I might never have found out I was gay. And she’s damn cute.”

Winona came over a few more times he came to Winona because Norm had an exam to study for, and the three of them got to perfect their technique.

“Don’t be afraid I’ll take him away from you,” she said once. “No one could. Besides, now that you two have opened my eyes I wouldn’t settle for just him.”

“It’s true,” Norm said. “I asked, and she turned me down flat.”

“I know I’m not much more than a slut at heart,” she went on, “but seeing to men as much in love with each other as you are makes me feel all mushy inside.”

They never suspected Winona of blabbing, but the news that Norm the stud had a gay lover leaked out somehow and spread like wildfire. Most of the girls he’d dated would have nothing more to do with him, more men than you’d think who had previously ignored him suddenly became interested, and a slew of invitations to gay porn sites came pouring into his inbox.

“I must be growing up,” Norm said. “I used to like both kinds of spam. Now I hate ’em. The third I adore.”

Posted: 11/28/08