Experiments in Love

Chapter 1

Anson

“I really don’t get it.” Something about the confused voice coming from behind me had me tuning into the slightly too loud conversation. “Why does any top need more than about four inches? My prostate isn’t all the way up in my intestines.”

Huh?

“I’m pretty sure this is just a you thing.” The slightly timid sound to the second voice made me smile. He had no idea what to say to his confused friend but that didn’t stop the other one.

“Sure, I can understand wanting a certain thickness, but there’s just no logic to more than about five inches tops. Is anyone’s prostate that far back?” The weird but interesting question made me pause mid-drink and consider the answer.

But they only got more interesting as he continued working his way through the problem. “There can’t even be any good nerve endings that far up or we’d all get erections when we poop. There’s no way nature would design plumbing like that.”

He was a curious thing.

Getting stood up hadn’t turned out too badly after all.

“Besides, if anyone needs extra inches, it’s the bottom.” The confident tone to the confused guy’s voice said he was sure he was right about that one point at the very least. “He needs to be able to wrap his hand around his cock, and if it’s too short, it’s harder to get a good back and forth rhythm going.”

He’d clearly put a lot of thought into the topic.

It had me mentally putting myself in both positions and trying to decide if he had a point.

“Well…I…” Taking a deep breath, the quieter guy seemed to have decided there was no way out of the conversation. “I think the fact that nearly everyone who’s had that kind of sex disagrees with you might say something about it.”

Hmm.

He had a good point too.

“No. People go with the flow on a lot of things and they probably wouldn’t question it.” I could almost picture the confidently confused one shrugging. “They’re told of course bigger is better for a top and they won’t think about the reality of it.”

Oh.

Another good one.

“I…” Shy guy sighed. “I really hate it when you’re talking about crazy stuff but you actually make sense.”

As I tried not to laugh, the confident guy made a pleased sound. “Thank you for acknowledging my logic.”

Adorable.

“Can we get drinks now or am I just going to sit here being scarred?” The question from the quiet guy had me realizing something that finally shocked me.

They were sober.

I hadn’t noticed it at first because almost every patron in the bar was fucking lit…but they were having that insane conversation while sounding perfectly sober.

“Yes.” Now it was the confident guy’s turn to be dramatic. “I’ll pay but you have to order.”

Why?

“At some point you’re just going to have to stop being embarrassed.” The quiet guy sounded exasperated, but I heard him get up and head over to the bar.

It was busy enough that it made sense, but there was a story behind the decision.

“I’m not embarrassed.” Mumbling to himself, the confident guy huffed. “There’s just no logic to it and no one will explain what qualifies as good manners in here.”

Oh.

He might’ve had a point again.

It was clear he didn’t understand some of the rules of the bar. It wasn’t a typical club with clear BDSM rules. BJ’s was old school and the rules were unwritten, but if someone broke the rules, they’d get tossed out.

The regulars knew you could look but not touch when it came to the waiters and to keep their dicks covered if the wrong people were in the bar. But to someone new to BDSM or to sketchier places, I could see it generally being confusing.

But I could also see why he kept coming back.

Mentally debating what to say, I shifted in my seat enough to see the quiet guy out of the corner of my eye. He looked as shy as he’d sounded, but he didn’t have any problem weaving his way through the mass of people to go up to the bar.

Curious.

The confused but naughty guy sighed and started mumbling to himself. It sounded like something about people being weird, but it was quiet enough that I might’ve missed some important aspects to his grumbling. “I know I’m right. People just don’t like logic without proof.”

Oh. Interesting.

“But finding proof without dating is entirely too hard.” His frustrated muttering got louder as he shifted on his bench and waited for his friend to come back. “And dating to test my theory would probably be rude.”

Minding my own business would only work for so long, and I finally gave up trying to be polite.

“Well, if you specifically look to date a man who’s into sharing or a kink related to that, I don’t think it would be an issue.” When I got silence and not an order to butt out, I continued. “You just have to date the right person in the lifestyle. Someone whose understanding of cheating and acceptable behavior matches yours.”

The silence stretched out for too long, but I was patient and finally heard breathing coming from above me.

Looking up, I saw what seemed to be the confused cutie staring down at me as he leaned over the dividing wall between the booths. “Really? You think someone would be open to that? I’ve been told repeatedly that I’m offensive.”

He was slightly insane but didn’t seem to be deliberately trying to piss people off.

“Are you being told you’re offensive because they don’t like your logic or are you making people uncomfortable on purpose?” I thought I knew the answer but I waited to see what he would say.

I got a frown that made him look adorable before he shrugged and put his elbow on the top of the booth so he could rest his head in his hand. “I think they don’t understand logic and aren’t willing to answer questions, but they’d say rude.”

Well, at least he was somewhat self-aware.

“Unsolicited advice here, but you’re dating in the wrong places or just with the wrong people.” That seemed obvious to me, but his brows pulled together. “You need to work on finding a partner who will let you walk through the hypothetical discussions that interest you and who also wouldn’t be horrified if you wanted to test out different penis sizes to prove your hypothesis.”

Not everyone connected penises to emotions and it seemed like my interesting new friend saw them that way too because he blinked and then leaned closer. “How would I find someone like that? Coming here hasn’t worked like Francis said it would.”

Ah.

“There might be several reasons for that, but I think people just aren’t sure what you’re looking for.” And the puzzled frown was back. “You’re giving off slightly vanilla vibes but that’s not what you seem to want. It might be confusing the single people in here, and a startling number of the regular patrons are actually in long-term relationships.”

They just didn’t look like it.

“Hmm.” Clearly, my new friend agreed with that part at the very least. “That explains a few things.”

Doing my best not to smile and confuse him any further, I decided to test the waters. “But some of us are single and would be reasonable matches with what I think are your interests.”

Maybe.

I was still confused about a few aspects of what might be his kink, but he was sexy and utterly delightful so far.

“How do you think a test like that would work?” His question was slightly unexpected but it probably shouldn’t have been.

I hadn’t been expecting to come up with a scene on the spot, but I was quick on my feet and it didn’t take long to come up with an option.

“Sub restrained and blindfolded or one of those half screens where he wouldn’t be able to see below his chest.” I was doing my best to keep my voice detached but I couldn’t help imagining him in the hypothetical scenario. “Several men of different sizes would be picked out and the sub could test out the different lengths and sizes. That would allow him to focus on the length and width without getting distracted by other aspects of the scene.”

There were pieces I was missing, but I thought the general idea was sound.

“Isn’t that called something? Cars? Buses?” His head cocked and he frowned again. “Something like that. I don’t want to upset anyone.”

Because someone had clearly told him that would be bad?

“If the experiment is done someplace like a BDSM club with everyone having full consent and knowledge about what would happen, I don’t see a problem.” When his face scrunched up, I kept walking through the idea. “You’d have your partner with you to keep you turned on and focused on him, so it would be like he’s using the other penises to get you off, or at least attempting to get you off.”

Something had him shifting his head into both hands and he looked curious. “Would a boyfriend or date or partner…Dom? Yes, would the sub’s Dom want something like that?”

He had the most interesting questions.

“As long as it aligned with the Dom’s kinks and limits and as long as he was in charge of the scene, I think it would be fine. Arousing even.” Understatement of the year right there. “It just needs to be with the right partner and the right participants.”

Nodding slowly, my new friend seemed to be following along with my logic. “It would be about control for the Dom, so I’d probably need to let him pick the people and make sure he felt like he was in charge.”

Had he ever submitted or had it just sounded like an interesting idea?

“Yes, but the sub has more control over the scene because he ultimately says if he’ll do it or not, and his limits have to be respected.” Not sure how much real-life experience he had, I continued. “If one of your limits in the scene would be to meet all the men, your Dom would need to come up with a way to make that limit work for all of you.”

“Yes.” He perked up like a happy puppy. “I would have limits.”

Had he not realized that?

“Correct. Everyone in the scene would have limits including the other men who’d be letting you test-drive their cocks.” My ridiculous wording got a giggle from my new friend. “They might want to meet you first or a limit for them might be that you need to be allowed…encouraged even…to orgasm.”

“So it wouldn’t be just transactional.” Glad he got that part at least, I watched as he wiggled his head side to side.

I had a feeling his ass was moving counter to his head, and as I imagined it waving back and forth, I did my best not to leer at him. “Correct. They need to have fun in the scene beyond being live test dummies. We don’t want them to feel bad about the scene just like we wouldn’t want you to feel bad either.”

“The drop thing.” My new friend looked pleased with himself when I nodded. “The Dom and the sub can experience that because of the emotions and hormones that are produced in intense scenes.”

Sounding a bit like he’d read that on a website, it made me even more confident that the whole situation was completely hypothetical to him.

“How do you think it would feel to know that your partner arranged for you to be fucked?” Not wanting to downplay what we were talking about, I didn’t use a euphemism for sex. I wanted to cut right through to what would actually be happening. “Would it bother you if your partner picked someone else out to fuck you?”

Blink.

Hum.

Thoughtful frown.

He made me want to smile but I did my best to keep a straight face. He seemed to need very clear feedback, so I wasn’t going to confuse him.

“What are you doing?” His friend was back. “Did you ask him if he wanted to talk or did you just assume?”

How was I supposed to keep from laughing?

“That wasn’t my fault.” My interesting friend turned around and was back to frowning. “How was I supposed to know that he’d taken some kind of weird vow of silence?”

Where had they been meeting people?

“Besides, this one talked to me first.” He sounded like he wanted to stick his tongue out at his friend, but he held himself back. “He has good insight into how to figure out my penis question.”

The groan that came from his buddy finally made me smile. “I’m not going to let you get fucked in here. I don’t care if he made it sound like a good idea or for scientific research.”

Shaking with barely suppressed laughter, I kept my mouth shut since talking didn’t seem like it would help my case.

“No, he’s talking about my finding someone to date who’s also a Dom and could plan out the scientific scene. Everyone would be happy and the goal would be to answer my question and for me to get pleasure from it as well. He’s very polite…and helpful.”

I wasn’t sure if his explanation made things better or worse.

“For Pete’s sake.” There was a dramatic sigh and then I heard him plop down in the other booth and glasses get set on the table. “And he’s not offering to be the Dom in question, is he?”

Well, when he said it like that…

“I don’t know. We haven’t gotten to that part.” The curious cutie’s head popped over the side of the booth again. “Are you the type of Dom who likes control and doesn’t mind sharing? I think we’d have enough to talk about to date outside of the scene. What are your thoughts on vanilla dating that leads toward a penis experiment?”

He was fascinating…but his friend sounded like he was going to have a heart attack.

Hopefully, we could work out our first date before we needed to call an ambulance.