Saving All My Love

I miss the old ice cream trucks, and the ice cream man

I admit it.  I love Whitney Houston.  Sure sometimes she acts likes she's on drugs.  Sometimes she's rude and inconsiderate.  Othertimes she's been known to act like a diva and simply act in an unforgivable manner.

But I love Whitney despite her bad moments.  Because there are few people who have a voice like hers.  And there are few people who would (or could) sing some of the insane lyrics that she sings, and make them sound like art.  My Name is not Susan, and It's Not rRght (But It's OK) are just two examples.

But probably one of her best examples of a song that sounds so beautiful and sings like an ode to true love is really just an insane hoe's cry of obsession--Saving All My Love.

w.The insanity is clearly evident in the very first verse of the song,

A few stolen moments is all that we share

You've got your family, and they need you there

Though I've tried to resist, being last on your list

But no other man's gonna do

So I'm saving all my love for you

I always thought this was a song that someone could play at their wedding or anniversary.  Instead, its about a woman obsessed with a married man, and refusing to move on and find a man of her own.

Insane right?  Yes, and unfortunately, I am insane.

I called the Ice Cream Man.  The Ice Cream Man is my short, well muscled tight bodied 40 something year old with an amazing dick.  He's not perfect.  He doesn't talk a lot--and definitely doesn't talk very dirty (which I love).  But he is a lot of fun to be with.  He has a huge chest and nice nipples and when the phone rings and he tells me he is in my neighborhood, its like I revert to when I was  7 years old and I heard the music from the Ice Cream Man's truck coming down my street which caused me to lose my mind.

At our last encounter, I learned that he had a girlfriend.  He told me to keep in touch with him so we could continue to kick it and have fun.  But I had other ideas.  I don't like being a third wheel--especially when the other person is oblivious.  I don't like messing around with guys that cheat.  I think of the karma--I wouldn't want anyone to knowingly cheat with someone I was dating.

So I made it up in my mind not to call or pick up calls from the Ice Cream Man ever again.

That's until I went two weeks without good sex.  And my mind kept going back to the porn star body and hotness that was the Ice Cream Man.  I thought about the pecs, the ripped abs--every superficial physical quality--and I focused on them, choosing to ifnore   I made the call to him.

He really sounded excited to hear from me, and asked, Where you been stranger?  I told him that I had been busy.  We immediately made plans to see each other.

When we got together, it was nothing but magic.  His body seemed as amazing as ever and we kissed and rubbed on each other like two familiar lovers.  Our lips and fingers sprinkled both our faces.  Even if we could get enough (and we couldn't), we would have kept up the passionate sex, because we simply wanted more. 

Halfway through our touch and kiss fest he told me, I want you to give me that ass.  I want to make you come.  I grabbed a condom and strapped it on, and he went to town.  His dick was so hard and he was so skillful.  He was very deliberate.  He knew how to go deep and be shallow.  He kept his torso still and let all of his motion come from his hips.  I could feel him isolate the movement to his ass.  The strong, bursts of controlled thrusts.

I told him to do it more.  He was thrusting with a delay.  Each thrust followed by a 3 second delay.  I knew he was holding back.  He was close.  I told him not to hold back and to just go for it.  Hell, I was already at the edge.

And then he sang the Whitney Houston song.

You know I have to save my nut for my girl.  I can't come, he said.  And with that he banged me a few more times and streams of joy came flying onto my chest.

We kissed somemore afterwards and laid on top of each other, sharing a little pillow talk.  So you really don't want to get off? I asked.  No, trust me.  Seeing you get off is more than enough.  If I wanted to come, I could have come three times while I was inside of you.  You really turn me on.

I didn't doubt his words.  His affection, the way he was responding to me during sex, and his repeated phone calls in the past all pointed to a brother that was interested.

But why did I still feel a bit nonplussed?  Why did he want to continue coming to my place just to have sex with me and watch me ejaculate?  Why couldn't he cum with me, and with his girlfriend?  Have times gotten so bad that men are not only afraid to share their feelings, but now they don't even want to share their orgasm with you.

I asked him these questions and he told me,  Well, I never know when she is going to want me to have sex with her. 

And?, I asked.

I have to have a good build up for her, or else she's going to ask questions, he said.

In essence, even though he was giving me some mind blowing sex and we were making love the whole night through--he was saving all his love (or at least his cum) for her.

I realized I really couldn't call him anymore.  If a guy can't at least come with you, then maybe I don't need to be spending time with him.

Comments

[Quentin Ergane]

Ok.

That is just weird. I don't even get that... I mean, ok... maybe it is intimate, but... it seems to me she knows he cheats and checks, but that is a lame stick. Like someone else said, doesn't he masturbate???

Tales of the truly odd and tragic fantastic fucks...

[Tofer]

great post bernard....sometimes a good fuck is simply that....a good fuck :-)

[Boogie]

Maybe he is one of those guys that truly likes and gets off on "edging". I've had similar experiences where I have gotten up with two or three guys in a period of two to three weeks and never climaxed.

[Linear]

Maybe he doesn't really have a girlfriend. Maybe he doesn't cum because he's POZ. That was my first thought. I know I know there's a rubber there - but perhaps it's a mental hurdle he can't jump.

As for the cheating crap - I'm with Bernard, who cares. They're fuck buddies. I imagine Bernard knows better than to actual want a relationship beyond sex with this person anyway, as a man who strays on him or her will stray on you.

[Bernard Bradshaw]

I am not prone to comment on my comments. But I feel the need.

You guys are missing the point. He's not cheating on me. We have no obligations to one another.

And I don't feel "empty" when he leaves.

IT'S JUST SEX!!! (really passionate sex, but simply sex).

So stop making it more than what it is. I just think that the sex is odd that he won't come with me--and I don't like the fact that I am enabling someone to cheat. That's what this post is about.

Not that I feel like "my man" is cheating on me. Remember, my man is FRIEND.

[naturalblkluv]

This reminds me of the old blues song "hey lady, your husband is cheating on us"...you cant expect a guy who is cheating to be faithful to the guy he's cheating with, when he's cheating on his spouse with you. Guys like him just want a warm hole. They know the right things to say, know the right moves to make. But it is you that have to know that he is toxic and remove toxic things from you life because you deserve better.

[taylor Siluwé]

Something IS odd.

A calculating cheater like him is the sort of guy prone to keeping secrets on top of secrets. Maybe he doesn't cum (i know guys like this) so he can always have sex. Lots and lots of sex.

He's cheating on his girl, and you have to wonder who else is he sleeping with? Does he have an entire stable of fuck-mates?

But I believe everyone has a guy like that, one who is clearly no good ... yet we can never turn him down, knowing we're gonna feel empty when he leaves.

Good luck with resisting him.

[Jyl]

I think that's a weird excuse. Does he not masturbate? How would she know if he did?

Something about this guy seems odd.

[Bennett]

Yo, I have been reading your blog for about 6 months off and on. I get off on some of the stuff you say. I am not "outgoing" like you, but I still dig reading your life's escapades. I only wish I had half as much good sex as you. Every time I read your columns I wanna J.O. Keep cummin' and I will keep cummin' back.