Originally posted by doug2003@May 23 2004, 03:19 PM
..."don't worry he'll sleep through an earthquake".
This reminds me of a story involving my ex, Robert, who did sleep through an earthquake.
We were at a motorcycle club run held at the CCBC clothing-optional gay resort in the Palm Springs area, where we had a room with one giant "California king" bed. We had gone our seperate ways (we had an "open" relationship), when I met a guy on the "nature walk" in back of the hotel. The two of us go back to my room, but when I open the door, I discover that Robert is already in bed. After thinking about this for a bit, the trick I had picked up says, "Well, it's a really big bed, and he's over on the very edge. Do you think we could just fool around a bit on the other side?" I agree, and we begin to do just that.
But soon one thing lead leads to another, and we are vigorously fucking next to Robert, who remains asleep in the same bed.
After a while, the bedframe comes apart, and half the bed collapses. Robert remains asleep.
A while later, around 3:00 AM, we are still at it on the broken bed, and a magnitude 7 point something earthquake hits. (I'm not kidding, it was the "Hector Mine" quake.) The shaking gets pretty sttrong, and the trick and I run out of the room, and stand outside the building naked with hard dicks. Robert remains asleep.
Half the water sloshes out of the hotel swimming pool. The shaking finally subsides, although the aftershocks continue. Robert comes out of the room, rubbing his sleepy eyes, asking what's going on.
There were a couple of other times when we had seperate beds, when Robert did wake up, although remained very quiet, pretending to be asleep, probably so we would stay at it so he could watch.
One was the time when a guy was blowing me in the other bed, and passed out stone cold with my cock down his throat. It's a little hard to throw the trick out of the room when he's naked and unconscious, so I had little choice but to crawl into the other bed with my husband, and deal with the whole thing in the morning. When all three of us woke up, Robert went into othe other room of the suite, where our friends were staying. The trick was freaking out, because he had no idea of where he was or how he got there. I explained what floor he was on, and what floor his room was on, and he calmed down a bit, but was still very uncomfortable. Not knowing what to do, I got back into his bed, fucked him, and then threw him out. I'm sure everyone in the other room had a great time listening to the fucking, as well as listening to Robert descibe how the trick came to be unconscious.
Then there was one year at IML, which I've never heard the end of-- "You were STILL fucking that poor boy at 8:30 in the morning!"