Cuddle Swinging
Filed under: Eros - April 10, 2008 @ 6:00 amThe Beau has a BFF (he comments on this blog as B-Diddle) and they are both sexy Doms. B is currently single. I’ve had a crush on him for months. Even before Belle came along I asked Beau if he minded me cuddling with B on the couch sometime. He said that would be OK, which pleased me greatly since Beau is typically territorial with his women when it comes to men. But B is like a brother to him, hence the comfort level.
We scheduled a movie night for the four of us. I’d finally get a chance to lay my hands on this beast of a man. He’s a big, strong, solid manly man. He radiates hot energy and his imposing presence is a little intimidating. I was excited for a chance to get closer to him. I wondered, “If I touch him, will it burn?”
Belle and Beau cuddled on one couch, and I sat on the other with B. We started the movie, turned out the lights, and I tentatively leaned against him. It was strange, but very nice.
The movie was Boondock Saints on Blu-Ray, which is basically gay porn except they substitute blood for sperm, talk about homoerotic, sheesh. (I’m really beginning to realize that fighting/violence is the socially acceptable way for men to fuck each other.)
As the movie played, I got more comfortable. I cuddled up in the crook of B’s arm and felt safe and sweet. His forearms were so strong, thick and hairy. I breathed in the combination of his cologne, manly scent, and whiskey. He was so warm and inviting.
We held hands, his were big and rough. I love how Belle has so many things that are like me (small wrists, smooth skin, long hair) and how Beau and B are SOO different from me, all rough and brawny and solid, god I love the contrast.
Speaking of the other B’s, partway through the movie Beau suggested Belle and I switch partners. Belle cuddled right in with B, and I was glad to check in with Beau. He was still feeling fine with everything. I enjoyed his familiar touch and smell.
After a while we switched again, and I was back in B’s arms. He stroked my hair. I noticed how he surreptitiously smelled the top of my head. At one point, my head was chest-level, and he took his big paw and gently rested it over my face, cradling it. I sighed and melted into him.
My hand crept up and I pet above his shirt collar, trying to sneak feels of his chest hair. I kept doing it, and finally he grabbed my hand and shoved it up under his shirt, and my hand rested in his manthicket. OMG if I had a dick I would have had a raging hard on right then and there. Strange how him doing that was OK, but if I had pulled the same move and put his hand up my shirt, that would have been crossing a line.
Cuddling with him felt more erotic than many of my swinging adventures. I felt so relaxed and excited at the same time. It was like being teenagers in the basement, not even allowed first base, but aching and curious. I wonder if this is how Belle and Beau felt when they first started cuddling in the early days of their courtship. Such a delicious feeling.
I love movie night.
April 10th, 2008 at 7:37 am
I gotta stop reading these things in the morning because then I am turned on and w/o relief for the rest of the day.
Big, Hairy Men = Sexified
April 10th, 2008 at 10:02 am
hahahaha……….
how saucy…….
sounds like FUN, reminds me of teen life, like you said.
cuddle swinging. i gotta use that genre.
i wanna be a cuddle swinger.
That would be a fun group.
“come join our cuddle swinging group”
that would actually be great, you could cuddle with someone new each week, while the group watches a movie. thats actually a great way to feel alive again, without even breaking the “rules”…….
it just sounds kinda Psycho. imagine telling your friends, ” i am in a cuddle swinging group”, theyw ould just stare at me. wouldn’t know what the fuck i was talking about.
April 10th, 2008 at 11:43 am
When Beau and I first started cuddling it was incredibly erotic and fulfilling. I was so thankful that Beautiful would share her guy with me, and blown away at the fact that Beau and I felt the same intense excitement. I felt like we were having a mind-meld.
April 10th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
aw I miss cuddling. Maybe it is just my age group (horny college boys) but the art of cuddling seems to be lost… it seems that if all I want is a cuddle I have to put out to get it, and then sneak attack cuddle when they are too tired to fight me.
April 10th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
i love to cuddle. i have a close guy friend who gets kind of weirded when we cuddle sometimes, mostly because we are both in committed relationships. and it’s awesome to cuddle with your loves, but with a friend it can be a different kind of cuddling and sometimes you just need that. just like having butter pecan ice cream one day cause you feel like it even though chocolate is your very bestest favorite and always will be.
April 10th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
And now you understand why Republicans like war so much!
April 10th, 2008 at 10:22 pm
nice, TBK, he sounds like nice box of yummy…;)
@monk - LMFAO…hahahaha…at first i didnt quite get it…the light bulb slowly dims before it is fully lit…energy saver
April 11th, 2008 at 2:38 am
My dear, this is possibly the hottest post *ever*
TBK says: “aching and curious”
TheLion says: “without even breaking the *rules*”
Belle says: “mind-meld”
Sunday says cuddling is the best fucking thing on the planet and is looking forward to more of her own with the boy she’s not “supposed” to cuddle with.
April 11th, 2008 at 7:54 am
HOLY SHIT, I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING ! ! ! !
i could be a cuddle gigolo ! ! ! !
man, i am a big comforting guy…..
not a suave italian guy.
I could make so much money and give so many people comfort by just cuddling with them.
women could call me up after their men have fucked em silly all night, and i come along and cuddle with them !!!
wow!!!!
i am available people. !!!
April 11th, 2008 at 9:23 am
Lion, let me give you a test drive and then I’ll write a letter of recommendation for you.
April 11th, 2008 at 10:29 am
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe..
Maybe I should hold my breath until the next movie night..the cleansing breathes of movie night are therapeutic to say the least.
Comfort, sensuality, anxiety, pressure, stimulation, radiance, adolescence, release, blood flow, heat, maturity, ever growing circles of exploration…
I am there.
April 13th, 2008 at 12:00 am
ok!
April 15th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
How long before B-Diddle is screaming, “Don’t come at ME with a dildo!” ??