Every so often I surf the web looking for various flavors of gay porn. Where else can I find near endless images / videos of men without the embarrassment that comes with public consumption. Lets face it. If your gay, odds are you’ve been curious as to what goodies lie in waiting on the internet.
Believe me, I had no idea I’d ever call a phone sex line. I found one through a search engine one night after I became curious as to what other adventures the internet would hold for a gay male. I was getting a little tired of the usual photo/video thing.
My first impression was that the site looked professional, very, very different from the other “gay phone sex” website that I had been perusing. “This is a good start” I thought to myself - still convinced that I wasn’t really going to call. I read through the pages and wrote down the number next to my keyboard. “If I get REALLY lonely, or REALLY bored with pictures, I’d give it a shot” - but only as a last resort. To be honest, I was really nervous.
Not surprisingly, five days later I called. Ok, so I’m about to actually do this. I’m about to pick up that phone and dial some guy who’s going to talk dirty to me. Wow, I was surprising myself. I dimmed the lights, turned on some soft music, and fixed myself a drink to take the edge off. It was a Thursday evening, and I hoped that they wouldn’t be closed [I later found out they are staffed 24/7]. Vodka cranberry in my left hand, phone in the right, I dialed. I decided on the 800 number, because I rationalized that in case the company was bogus, the insurance from the card would cover me from a catastrophic scam. Believe me though, it would have taken a catastrophic scam for me to claim anything at all. Imagine me calling Visa and telling them “Hey, this gay phone sex company ripped me off”, yea right!
So, I dial and connect to the operator, who is very cool. He takes my billing info and ask what I’m into or if I have a favorite guy. I told them its my first time, and that I wasn’t really “into” anything in particular. He said he’d set me up with a really solid boy named Frankie. I held my breath and told him to connect me. [At this point, I followed some advice I read on the internet and set my own timer so that I’d have a clear idea of how many minutes I’d been burning].
After a few seconds, I was greeted with a warm “Hey there” by Frankie. Now, I’m a gay male, nothing really shocks me, but I have to admit that at the sound of this guys voice, I was a little nervous. He told me to just relax, breathe nice and deep and loud, and enjoy. Right from the start, Frankie took over. He talked in a way that made me feel SO personal. For instance, I was a little worried that it would just be some straight guy reading from a script, but it was nothing like that. He was talking TO me, asking me questions.. guiding me through the process. Telling me what he wanted me to do, asking me what I wanted HIM to do, it was amazing. This was NOTHING like porn. This was sexier.
I felt like I was having sex with this guy. It seriously drove me insane to think that this guy had JUST “met” me, and he was about to hear me cum. Nothing has ever turned me on so much. As he egged me on and on there came a point when I could’nt take it anymore and just let out everything that had been building inside me, all the while keeping the phone tight to my ear, listening to him groan and tell me how bad he wanted to smell me!
Ok, I’ll admit it. I loved the call. I loved it so much that I had to write you and tell you guys that you should be commended for providing such a straightforward, honest, erotic service. Thank you, you won a caller for life.