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November 29, 2005
Threesome
A guy (I’ll call him BLT.) had been persistently sending me messages on Manhunt. Even though I wasn’t interested, for some reason I had made a note that he wanted to “learn to smoke.” Sunday night, two weeks ago, he sent me a message while I was chatting with the boy. The boy thought BLT was hot. I told him to set up a threesome and give me the scoop. He has to know every detail of what's going to happen when he hooks up and I just like to let things develop, so I let him write the scenario. We agreed to meet here at my place the next night at 7:30. So far, so good.
The boy got to my tiny studio apartment around 7 and filled me in on the details: They would clean each other out and put in butt plugs. BLT would suck us off while we smoked cigars. Then I’d fuck and fist BLT. Simple enough. BLT was late and got here at 8:15. He came in, unpacked his stuff and stripped down to his jock. Good-looking guy, but not what I go for. He had nice stems, though, even if he thought they were too skinny. He was a little chatty which didn’t bother me much. Then he and the boy played with each other’s dicks a bit and kissed. Hmm. The boy and I have never kissed, not even once. He’s said he only kisses people he’s involved with romantically. I let it pass and suggested that they get started cleaning each other out.
We all went into my tiny bathroom. I have absolutely no interest at all in enemas. (In fact, I’m kind of repulsed by them. I don’t even like cleaning myself out.) I stayed until the boy filled BLT’s bowels with water from the shower shot and I managed to escape before he had a chance to expel it. While BLT was on the terlet, the boy came out and was practically jumping with glee. “Isn’t he hot!” he whispered, “Boyfriend material!” He didn’t do much for me, really. I initiated this in the first place because the boy really liked him. I had already turned him down a couple of times.
We went back in and BLT was still sitting on the toilet. The boy and I took turns standing in front of him while he sucked our dicks. (The boy jumped in first, of course.) BLT was really, really good, too. The boy interrupted my blow job by getting into the shower and showing BLT how to insert the hose and run the water to clean him out. I left again. They each took two turns. I sat on the sofa. I could hear the boy telling BLT to hold it in while BLT was groaning. It seemed endless.
Finally, they came back into the living room to insert their butt plugs. Now, this isn’t a favorite of mine but it’s something I can get into. And I tried, too. No such luck. I wasn’t even addressed while they were doing it, even though I was sitting right there next to them.
After this v-e-r-y l-o-n-g process was over, the boy sat next to me and BLT knelt in front of us. Thanks to the miracle of psycho-pharmacology, my dick was still hard. Man, he was a stellar cocksucker. He obviously loved doing it, too. After maybe two minutes, the boy started motioning me to have BLT start on his cock. Damn, boy, give me a minute! I let him suck me for a while longer, then moved him over to the boy. Eventually, the boy told BLT to ride my dick while I sat there smoking a cigar. (Note: This is the boy’s favorite position. I like it but I don’t love it.) The boy blew smoke in BLT’s face and he quickly turned his head away. He also tried sticking a cigar between his lips but BLT said to take it away. (This happened three times over the course of the night.) His hole felt great on my cock for those couple of minutes, despite the distractions. The boy lifted BLT off of my cock even though we both seemed to be enjoying what we were doing. That, I think, is when I just gave up. It was 11:15. I lit up my first cigarette in almost three years
The boy went into the bathroom to take out his plug and I sat with BLT. I told him I was tired and starting to fade. He agreed. The he went to the bathroom and I said the same thing to the boy and told him that BLT said he was tired, too. Nonetheless, when BLT came out of the bathroom, the boy asked him if he wanted to take some more water and maybe try a bigger plug! HE SAID YES!! I was floored. Hey youse guys! My apartment is only one room and I said I was tired!! That means WRAP IT UP!!!
I was so angry that I wasn’t sure I could control myself and not come off like a bitchy, jealous queen so I said nothing. Consequently I, the host of this little debacle, sat on the sofa and stared into space while my guests spent two more hours with enemas and ever-larger butt plugs. I remained calm but inside I was fuming.
It was almost 1:30 when they finished. The boy practically broke his neck getting dressed fast enough so that he and BLT could leave together. I was thrilled to finally walk them to the door and lock it behind them.
I was angry for days. More about that tomorrow.
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