Please note: The following story is protected under international copyright and all rights are held by the author. For more information or to obtain reprint rights or explore other uses, please email to "twylamarie at ymail.com" ####### Men brag about sex. Women talk about it - just about all the time. I think most men would be surprised how much we share with each other and how graphic we can be about it. Take today for instance. Tuesdays I have lunch with some old friends at an agency I no longer work at. We grew up in the business together, and though we're older now back in our early 20's we were the ones smoking a joint behind the restaurant at cocktail parties together and generally doing all the things that we weren't supposed to do. Now we all have husbands and kids and responsibilities but still get together and drink lunch at our favorite Mexican place. One of my friends - I'll call her Jen - actually is starting over in the husband department. Her first was a bit of an asshole, so she traded him in for a more reliable model. It's a new marriage, and there have been adjustments to be made. Jen confided that one of the biggest has been her new husbands love of anal sex. We're all old friends, but still kind of a mixed group. We come from many different backgrounds and are perhaps 10 years apart oldest to youngest. So at the very mention of the "a" word, the lunch table participants took up sides on subject. One of our number was firmly against it and even disgusted that it came up over a meal. A second was intrigued but admitted she had never tried it nor even been asked about it. (Yes, that surprised us too.) A few were embarrassed but admitted that they had tried it once or twice but both insisted that they hadn't done it in years. One said she really loved it but then Kimmie always enjoyed being the center of attention and I think no one even believed her. And then there was Jen and I - who both admitted that it had been an infrequent but not unknown move in the bedroom playbook for years. The opening remarks in on the subject delivered from all participants, Jen inevitably dived into exactly how her new man asked for it, pressured her for it, She admitted she didn't hate it, but slipped in the inevitable truism that taking it in the ass at night can make it hard to sit the next day. She was just glad her guy was on the small side. As we had our second margarita over the lunch, the embarrassment of the subject matter gave way to the next question. The when and how each of us had been introduced into the three hole club. Those that had partaken just about all had the same story about how in the act of some athletic sex it had just slipped in the wrong way. An unpleasant first exposure - though every single one of us had gone with it. Three admitted to taking their first load in the rump during their grand opening - one took it on the back. A bad joke about ass to mouth was uttered and drowned out with a shared "eewwwwww." (About this point our oldest and least open minded member finished her drink and stepped out for a cigarette. Our loan backdoor virgin said not a word but I think she was taking mental notes and seemed enthralled.) We all agreed that it felt really degrading at first. When someone is pumping a penis in and out of your asshole, there's really no question of who's in charge while it's happening. We all agreed that it made for an uncomfortable next morning, though there was general agreement that it was not really much different than the soreness we had after a good night of sex. We all pushed back from our meals and shared our stories. With one - Liz - it was a college boyfriend who was ultimately abusive and hung like a small mule. She took it doggy style in a camping tent - her knees hurting more than her ass throughout the act. She said she was so glad it was over when he was done that she wanted to kiss him, but it was awkward because he left it in and just fell asleep on top of her - a real Cassanova, huh?. The next day she also found out her boyfriend had told his buddies - who had told their own girlfriends. She got lurid looks from the guys and cold stares from the girls for the rest of the camping trip. Tammy told a story of a trip to Las Vegas and drinking and dancing all night on the strip. They were engaging in athletic sex before sleep while they watched the sun come up in their hotel room. She shared that she had her sundress bunched to her waist, her panties off and her "heels up in her hoops" - a funny way to say she had her legs spread and up so far that her feet could have fit in there hoop ear rings - when the pounding she was taking took a turn south. She wanted to scream but it didn't go in far. He withdrew and apologized and for some reason she just grabbed him and guided him back in. He pumped maybe 10 times before he came. It was "one of those Vegas things. You know." We pretty much all did. Kimmie said she was sodomized for the first time when she was so drunk that she almost threw up while it was happening, and that she peed a bit when he pushed in her for the first time because she wasn't sure what else to do. (Kimmie is always good for too much information.) She said her husband liked it at least once a month but sometimes a few nights in a row when she suspected he had been hitting the internet porn sites again. Their lubricant of choice was good old petroleum jelly that fucked up the bed sheets and smelled terrible later. Jen said that her first boyfriend had done it to her at the ripe age of 16, and that they were on MDMA when it happened and he was so stoned that it took forever. She admitted that she liked it once she realized she could touch herself while he did it. She actually let him do it just about every time they had sex until they broke up a year later. (Sex wasn't frequent - maybe once a month - and for some reason 69 in the back seat of his car followed by butt sex was less embarrassing than asking him to wear a condom so she wouldn't get pregnant.) She also laughingly told us how she would go home after a date and feel his cum dripping out of her ass. She said it helped her maintain in front of her parents while she was still stoned on whatever drug they had been doing that night. (Our prude lunch partner returned from her cigarette as this last part was shared, and she was disgusted. It guaranteed she would be passing on the ultimate chocolate desert before heading back to the office.) I was last at the table to tell my tale, and briefly mentioned it was in a hotel which a much older guy who was a friends older brother. I had been 17. I didn't provide details - they didn't need to know that I was high on coke or that it was a one night stand with a guy who was a total asshole - but I did say that it was an unwelcome and unsatisfying experience. I also volunteered that years later I made the decision that it was one of the few things that I had to give my new husband and so one night I lubed myself up, bent myself over the back of the couch and invited him to take that part of me. It was exciting, embarrassing and even erotic and not something I wanted to do ever again after it was finished. (Now it's a birthdays and fathers day gift and perhaps once or twice a year if we're feeling particularly athletic. I told them that too, which got a bit of a laugh.) Lunch over, we split the check and headed back to our offices. I realized as I was leaving that our table was very near the busboy and waitress stations and wondered aloudd to one of my friends how much had been overheard. As if in answer, a male waiter and a busboy walked by smiling. It was immediately obvious that they were giving us all more attention than any of us had received from a young man in a very, very long time.