Who the Hell Is Steve?

We have all been in some hilarious man on man situations -- though there are some where you laugh together and some where you are laughing alone.

 

I was sitting in a meeting this afternoon, and as typical protocol, people on the phone were introducing themselves, when all of a sudden a guy named "Steve" announces -- "Steve here." We all looked at each other and I finally muted the call and asked -- "who the hell is Steve?" Anyway, it got me thinking about a hilarious situation last summer and I literally started laughing in the middle of the meeting.

 

I had been introduced to the philosophy professor at a local New York college -- a guy by the name of Glenn. Very smart, kind of quirky guy -- Scottish heritage and raised in the south. He was an interesting conversationalist -- although some of his comments bordered on intellectual elitism, but I claim temporary insanity as he had these full lips you just wanted to taste, bright expressive eyes and a firm round ass you I just wanted to mount.

 

And mount I did. He gave excellent head, loved to make out and preefrred getting fucked face down and ass up. My kind of man. After a couple of afternoon fuck sessions, I had began to look forward to the easy way we would fall into each others arms, rolling around and eventually grinding my way on him from behind. When I would flip him I loved to make him cum without either of us touching his cock.

 

This one particular afternoon, we had been going at it a particularly long time. I remember looking at all of the books spined out on his bookshelf trying to measure myself and keep a slow and steady pace. And when he seemed to be getting really comfortable, would rachet up the tension and start pounding. I was nailing him pretty hard and he reached back with his hand and yelled, "Oh God Steve. Fuck me. Come on Steve Fuck My Ass."

 

My inital reaction was shock and of course, started to chuckle. Who the fuck was Steve? Do I tell him he just called me the wrong name? Do I continue to fuck him? Do I fuck him harder? Do I pull out and cream his face and call him a different name?

 

In the end, I decided to keep pumping and not mention it. I remember sharing this story with my buddy Grizzly and we laughed our asses off. Glenn wasn't a part of the picture much past then -- more of a summer fling.

 

Have you ever called someone the wrong name while fucking around?