Failure to Launch

Yesterday ended up being a really interesting experience—though not for the reasons you’re probably thinking.

Like the last time we tried to meet up, I got showered and ready to go. This time, instead of getting a text from the couple saying their son’s grandparents had stopped by announced, I got a phone call from a friend who lives outside of Vienna but works in the city. He had had to stay later at work than usual and didn’t relish taking the train home only to turn around and come back into town in the morning, so he wanted to crash at my place. I was short on time and couldn’t wait for him, but we arranged to meet at a metro station so I could give him a set of keys to let himself in. Then I continued on my way to see the couple.

I found the place just fine, and headed up to the flat to meet the couple. But as it would turn out, there would be no sex with them. Still, it ended up turning out alright.

As fate would have it, their son had just started to get sick that evening, and had thrown up all over his mom’s chest. She was in the room with him when I arrived, so I chatted with her husband in the living room as we sipped on the Sekt I had brought with me. Then she came out of the room, and I realized that she was deaf.

That was definitely an intriguing part of the evening for me. I speak four languages, and since a fair share of people around the world speak a modicum of at least English, it is very rare that I completely lack a way of communicating with people around me. But I couldn’t talk to her at all. I watched as the two of them gracefully signed back and forth, and I felt inept not being able to decipher anything.

And some readers will remember that I had sex with a deaf guy last year, but that was different. That time there were only the two of us involved in what was supposed to be a quick fuck, so not talking with him wasn’t all that different from some other random hook ups where we don’t talk, just get it on quickly and go our separate ways. In this case, however, there was conversation, and the fact that I didn’t speak the same language as her was really driven home.

But with him serving as the interpreter (a role I usually assume) we were still able to get to know each other a little. And that was where the evening would end, because she wasn’t feeling sexy—understandable, given that her son had blown chunks on her—and was worried about their son. Both of them (she through him) apologized profusely, but it didn’t bother me and I repeatedly told them not to worry about it. Shit happens. Or vomit, in this case.

Plus, it was fun to get to know them to see if they are even people that interest me as potential friends with benefits rather than just fuck buddies. Once their son is feeling better, we’ll give it another go. I suppose the third time is the charm, right?

And so it was that I made my way home, planning on either hanging out with the friend who was crashing at my place or curling up with my Kindle. Since the friend was fast asleep when I got home, I curled up on the couch with my Kindle and read.

But at some point on a whim I decided to log onto PlanetRomeo to see if anyone was around. In the end, I didn’t even have to look around. Within seconds of logging in I got a message.

“Want a blowjob right now?”

“How about a fuck too?”

“OK, where are you?”

I gave him my address and told him to message me when he was downstairs rather than buzzing in order to avoid waking up the sleeping friend. 15 minutes later he was at my place, my cock in his mouth. Once I’d had my fill of that I slipped on a condom and got to work on his ass, both of us trying not to be too loud. About an hour later he left, and I cleaned up and crawled into bed with my Kindle.

It wasn’t the MMF threesome I had been looking forward to, but it still ended up being a fun night.

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