I am one of those people who usually closes his eyes during sex. Let's chalk that up to being in such a state of ecstasy that I need to shut off at least one of my senses if my heart isn't to explode from pleasure. Or maybe I'm just a shitty lay. Who knows? No one cares. Not when you have a body like mine.

Well, today I allowed myself a quick glance into the mirror while he fucked me. With him on his back and me on his penis, I turned my head to the vanity, and I swear to god, it was like watching a porn. And not one of those crappy Sean Cody films where everyone is drunk and the guy can't get hard and no one has heard of a tanning salon. It was like a fucking Falcon porn. My arms were taught and muscular, ditto for my pecs and stomach. I seemed almost acrobatic, and given the nature of the situation, my face registered only the slightest trace of shame.

We finished up and in an effort to correct the awkward silence, I said something about the mirror and how we looked like we were porn stars. He was already cruising JockBod at this point (What the hell?) but he looked up and said it would not be a porn he'd ever watch.

"Why not?" I said, much to the groans of the live studio audience.

"I'm not really into twink porn."

OKAY, THINGS NOT TO SAY.

Come on, I'm at least one step above twink! You gotta give me that! He didn't, but he had already given me plenty that afternoon, so I guess I'm in no position to complain.