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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.