This is a true story; If you are not 21 or over do not go any further. If you do not like man on man sex go no further.
As I scurried off to my bathroom, I knew that I was going to get dressed, get out of there before he was done showering, and that I'd try like hell never to see him again.
I dressed quickly and left the apartment while Howard was still showering, hoping I'd have the strength to stay away from him. I was confused and upset. I was in actual, physical pain. I had noticed a small amount of blood when I wiped my bottom and was very sore down there. I had lined my underwear with tissues as I dressed as a precaution, and now I stood on the subway, afraid to sit down. I leaned against the support pole, one arm wrapped and around it, both hands in my jacket pocket. I still had the nail polish on my fingers.
I cursed myself for being stupid, for putting myself in a position to be so vulnerable. I also was terrified to think about how needy I had become, that I had allowed it to continue even though he had given me the chance to stop it all. I was also confused about my erection and ejaculation - even though he was pounding my ass and I was in pain, somehow I was aroused, aroused enough to impale myself on his cock, aroused enough to cum. I was also worried about the tearful state I was in - last night, before and now. I hadn't cried since the 5th grade, now I was a blubbering idiot.
I was a wreck. This wasn't me. I had gotten seriously off track and needed to get back. Maybe I just paid a price and learned a lesson about fantasy and reality. I could learn from this and move on. One thing for sure, the pain I felt in my bottom was going to be a reminder about the reality of anal sex - I now knew how bad it could be.
I tried to focus on other things, but my mind kept coming back to Howard and the time I spent with him. At times he seemed very nice and caring, even thoughtful. Other times he was callous and mocking me, laughing at me. Other times, desperate and needy. I thought about his big body, his wide hanging stomach, his thick long cock, the way he held the back of my head the first time he came in my mouth, feeding me his cum.
Dammit, I was starting to get aroused thinking about him. I pushed with my bottom muscles and winced with pain. That was the reminder I needed to clear my head.
*** I got back to college and resumed my normal studies and college life. I had to give up on exercise for a while until my bottom felt better. Everything down below seemed to heal just fine and I didn't have any real problems. The dull pain in my bottom stayed with me for most of a week and gradually faded away.
I thought about destroying Howard's phone number so I wouldn't be tempted to call him. I wasn't ready to do that, so I did the next best thing. I removed his number from everything in my dorm and instead went to the student library, found an obscure book, and wrote it inside the back cover, placing the book back on the shelf. I threw the number out and felt good. Good that if I wanted to get back in touch with Howard, I could. Good that I couldn't do it on an impulse - I'd have to first get to the library, and there'd be restrictions about normal library hours.
I buried myself into studies and homework and felt like I was getting my focus back. Introspectively I noticed that I didn't seem to be interacting differently with people now, but I was much more observant. I didn't accept Howard's claim that all women are teases; but I did notice some that were, some intentionally and some probably subconsciously. I also noticed other guys more, how they looked at different girls, how their eyes would start at chest level and move down, before looking up at the eyes. When I saw girls and guys talking or flirting, I wondered if the smiling guy would force his cock into the girl if she was crying, I wondered if the girl would quietly allow it to continue.
I also noticed some guys noticing me, holding my eyes for a second or two longer than seemed comfortable. I always ignored these exchanges, doing nothing to encourage them or acknowledge them. I did everything I could to look and act totally straight: clothes, hair, vocabulary, mannerisms. I had continued with keeping my body denuded of most hair, but that was only visible in the shower, and no one saw that.
More than a week had passed before I was ready to masturbate. I started with a hetero fantasy but ended with a scene as me being a feminine submissive. After a few attempts otherwise during the week, I decided that perhaps that was still an interest of mine and maybe I could just find a safer, better way to fulfill it.
I enjoyed a few quiet weekends on campus and even went out with a bunch of friends for a stumbling, drunken night out - courtesy of a well advertised 25 cent draft beer night at a local bar.
Life was seeming normal, better than normal for me.
The weather was starting to turn cold. I noticed that long wool dress overcoats seemed to be in-style. They looked surprisingly good with jeans, but the also looked expensive and I figured my army surplus jacket would do fine for another winter. I was hanging out with a few friends in the dorm when a friend of one guy's stop by to borrow a book or some notes or something. The conversation turned to his overcoat which he was glad to show off - telling us how he bought it used in the city for $20. Wow, that was cheap and it looked really nice, in great shape.
He explained that down near Canal street there were a few open lots where flea markets were put up on the weekends, and there was a guy with racks and racks of these used overcoats - all different styles, sizes and condition. He cautioned that there was no guarantee of finding something good in your size, but if you found it, it would be priced right. I was familiar with Canal street, I had been there a few times to search through the great army surplus stores there. I considered making a trip to Canal street to amp up my wardrobe on the cheap with a nice topcoat.
The following weekend I jumped a bus and train to get into Manhattan for a walk through Canal street. Soon I came upon an open air market in what was either a parking lot, or a building lot that had be leveled decades ago. A few vendors had several racks of clothing and I walked over to the largest, which looked most promising. Sure enough, easily 200 old wool overcoats. All old and smelling of moth balls. No two were alike, all different styles and vintage. Some were clearly from the 70's, some looked like they could have been from the 40's. Many had labels from men's shops or stores which likely were no longer in existence.
I found one I liked and tried not to get too excited as I looked it over for obvious flaws. It looked good - no holes, no rips, no missing buttons. A charcoal herringbone, single breasted with a black velvet notched lapel. It would look good with a walking stick and a monocle. It would look better with jeans and white sneakers, I imagined. On the other side of the rack were two guys searching together. Both seemed a few years older than me, mid-late twenties, about six foot tall, attractive. As one tried a coat on the other smoothed it across his shoulders checking the fit.
I tried not to stare, but heard him say "Oh Jack, this fits good, and with some new leather buttons..."
I looked over again and caught his eye, just for a moment. He seemed like a regular guy, not swishy in any way. He wasn't necessarily prancing or fawning about, but he did seem a little more, attentive, I guess was the word. More attentive then I had ever seen guys when shopping with each other.
Jack said to him "Yes, this'll work for me, let's try to find one for you now James."
At that James said, a little louder than he needed to "Oh too bad you aren't smaller, look at that great one the guy over there has on".
Trying to avoid their stares, I looked the coat over as I wore it. It felt right good in the sleeves, and seemed just roomy enough to wear a sweater with. It was heavy on my shoulders, but much warmer than the windbreaker I had worn today. It was warm and looked good and was only $20. A few flakes of snow were already in the air and I felt good about making this purchase.
I saw that James was making a bee-line straight for me so I tried to look preoccupied with the coat.
"Hey, that is a nice coat you've found" he said, "where'd you find it?"
"Uh, in this section right here..."
"Sure, let me see" he said standing in front of me. He grabbed the lapels and pulled them roughly and slapped my shoulders. "A perfect fit for off the rack, looks great on you".
"Uh, thanks..."
"James, leave that kid alone will you" Jack called as he walked over smiling.
"I'm just complimenting him, he made a nice choice, don't you think?" James answered, and turned to me saying quietly "Are you going to buy it?"
"Yes, I think so, it seems like a good coat..."
"Good" he replied "Let's buy them together, we'll offer 3 coats for $40 and try to save us a few bucks - what do you say?"
It seemed like the right thing to do so I agreed and watched James as he took the 3 coats to the sales table and laid them down. He opened with a tirade of missing buttons and torn linings and did they know a seamstress with reasonable rates, oh is that a stain, oh these things smell and will need a damn cleaning and the wagged his head and threw out his offer of $40. The man balked back good naturedly and Jack tapped me on the shoulder indicating for me to follow him. We started walking away, James calling telling us to wait, we stopped and turned back and the deal was struck at 3 for $50 with a card of new buttons thrown in.
James dropped a $50 bill and we scooped up our coats. I took the tag off and put it on, choosing to carry my windbreaker. I started fishing out my cash and Jack whispered "Not here" so I walked out onto the street with them, celebrating our successful score.
After we walked a block together I offered a $20 to James with a 'thanks' but he replied "Sorry, I don't have change, besides, we're not done shopping".
"What do you mean" I asked, "this is all I came for today?".
"Ah nonsense, good man" he said in a mock British accent "you need a scarf to go with your new top coat, something colorful, but not too flashy, we'll walk up this way and see what we find".
I looked over to Jack and he raised his eyebrows adding "You should trust James on all matters of fashion, besides, he did just save you a few bucks". His eyes lingered on me and he added "Hang out with use for a while".
I couldn't argue, and was feeling butterflies in my stomach. Both men were handsome, and somehow I felt drawn to Jack...like I wanted to be held by him. Soon were were approaching a table filled with silk ties, dress gloves, scarves and hats. "All silk, two for five dollars" called the street hawker.
In no time James had selected a scarf for each of us to go with our coats and paid the man quickly. We walked along, me following them as they walked and talked. I was feeling like a fifth wheel and wondering how to pay up and separate from them. I called up to them "Say James, how much do I owe you now?"
"Let's see there's the coat, plus my negotiation fee, the scarf, plus tax" he goofed about "Hell, I don't know - why don't you buy us a beer or two and lets call it even".
We stood on a corner facing each other and I thought that I'd like to get out of the cold for a little while. Their eyes were lingering on me and I wondered if we all were starting to think the same thing, or if maybe I was reading it all wrong. Jack put a gloved hand on my upper arm "Come on, hang out with us, just for a drink".
I walked along, now in between the two of them, both of them talking to each other and to me as we wound through side streets and slipped into a small bar with a very Irish feel to it, and a typically loud and smoky environment. I was used to being a loner on campus most of the time and this was exciting & fun - hanging out with these two. We settled in at a small table in the back near a radiator and they sent me up to the bar with their drink orders. When I returned with 3 draft Guinness' they stopped their conversation and watched me carefully. We toasted our good health and drank like old friends. I finished off my first beer a little too quickly and was already feeling tipsy as I made my way to the restroom. When I returned to the table they, once again, stopped talking and just looked at me, grinning.
"OK, what's the joke, what'd I miss?" I asked.
James laughed provokingly "Oh Jack was just wondering what sort of man you were, that's all...". He held a cigarette between the tips of his pointer and middle finger and blew the smoke to the side with a twist of his lips and raised his eyebrows at me.
I looked over at Jack. He sat back against the wall comfortably watching us. He finished his glass and, as he set it on the small table, he placed a hand on my knee, squeezing "Don't worry about him, ignore him when he's drinking" Jack said with a wink, adding "actually, just ignore him completely...and we're ready for another round I think."
When I came back from the bar with fresh glasses, only James was at the table. I sat down and James said "He's just gone to the loo, he'll be right back".
I nodded and there was some silence between us, so James said "You know...Jack likes them younger, he likes to teach..."
He slowly winked and leaned forward to me, as if to share a secret. I leaned forward and he laid his hand on mine, whispering "...and I don't mind to share our bed with, the, ahhm, right sort of fellow".
My jaw must have been hanging open because he sat back and laughed heartily. "Oh, I hope I haven't made an ass of myself, I am sorry if I offended you..."
"No, no, not at all " I said, recovering and taking a drink of my beer.
He crossed his legs and eyed me through his cigarette smoke with narrow eyes, "So you understand the invite, you...are...'that way', yes?"
"Yes..I..well" I blurted shocked and impressed by his frankness, his openness with it all.
He crossed his legs and sat back and said somewhat loudly "Good, well you'd like to know one thing then...Jack is very...demanding of his lovers, I can assure you firsthand."
I'm sure a wild scared look was in my eyes because James quickly added "Oh he won't break you, dear boy, it just that...well he can be selfish...wanting, well, wanting...what all real men want I guess." He was absentmindedly tracing his finger through beer drops on the table, and then looked up at me.
I nodded my understanding.
He asked "So you can do that for him? You'd like to do that for him"
"Yes...I...sure" I blushed.
He pulled his chair closer and placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's alright, nothing is going to happen if you don't want it to...but you want it to don't you?" he teased.
"Well, yes, I was, was wondering about you two, about him, and I..."
He sensed my awkwardness and brought his mouth to my ear and whispered "So, just tell me, and be honest, have you ever, you know, slept with a man before?"
He sat back to watch me struggle with my answer. "Yes, uh,..once, uh one guy...a few times, I guess..."
He seemed satisfied and finished his beer, watching me.
Jack came back and sat down next to me, picking up his glass. "What did you two talk about while I was gone?"
"You" James replied quickly, "the poor boy just begged me to share you with him...look at him, how could I refuse?"
"Oh really" said Jack "does our young friend do this sort of thing often?"
James looked at me and then back to Jack, "No, not often...but he confessed to at least having one lover and I think he's anxious to...to learn more...is that about right Chris?"
As they watched me I faltered, "Y, yes, I mean, I guess you guys, are, um, well I'd like to..."
Jack smiled at me and I melted. I was nervous and anxious, I wanted to jump into his lap and have him hug me, tell me to relax. James seemed to understand and he also smiled and nodded his head reassuringly. After a long minute Jack leaned forward and placed his hand on my neck, tenderly. "I'd like that, for you to come home with us. And don't worry about anything, I'm not the brute he probably made me out to be...let's go back to our place, for a drink...will you join us?"
My eyes locked with his and I nodded. We stood up and put on our coats.
On the street James hooked his arm into mine and we walked along like old friends. Jack looked back, amused, as James was laughing and rambling on to me about everything - the people, the bars, the weather. He was clearly trying to make me comfortable as we walked along to their place. Their apartment was an ancient six story walk-up. As we entered the apartment I hung my coat on a large brass coat rack like they did. As I stood in the doorway removing my coat I looked around. Clean decent paint was barely covering bad spackle and patches in the walls and ceilings, a kitchen so tiny it belonged in a camper, a dinette and two chairs along a wall, a small living room. An odd assortment of photos, paintings and prints hung on the walls. It seemed clean and tidy, but without a particular style or theme of decoration.
I stopped scanning the room when I noticed that James and Jack were now standing in each other's arms kissing passionately. It was such a tender scene I felt obliged to turn away and afford them some privacy. I immediately felt awkward and lonely, and turned back to watch them. I was hypnotized with what I was seeing - two very handsome men kissing each other. I wanted to be in the middle of them, I wanted to squeeze into Jack's arms, I wanted...
They slowly stopped and turned to look at me. James walked over to me holding a hand out. I placed my hand in his. He stood before me and placed his other hand on my chest and said over his should to Jack "Oh honey, his heart is beating like a little bird's!". He moved his hand up to touch my face and said quietly to me "Don't worry about me love, I'm not greedy - I'll share Jack with you...and don't worry about Jack, I won't let him hurt this tender little body of yours,"
By this point his hand had trailed down to my chest and softly rubbed my nipple, adding with a laugh "...unless you want him to".
I blushed and didn't know what to say and luckily James seemed to understand that no reply was necessary - holding my hand he lead us over to Jack. Jack slipped an arm around my back and pulled me in for a kiss. I withered in his arms and held on to his strong shoulders as we kissed. I felt James move in alongside and Jack turned to kiss him and I watched, amazed, aroused. James then turned to me, his other arm around me. I felt so small next to these two guys - both six foot tall, swimmers builds, broad shoulders. As Jack leaned his head to me I naturally tilted my head and chin, accepting his kiss. I turned to James an accepted his kisses to. Jack kissed my neck and the three of us stood there, touching and rubbing and kissing.
They broke the circle and, with their arms around me, and lead me into their bedroom.
Once in the room, Jack moved to close the blinds and James closed the door. Jack walked to the dresser and sat back against it, looking at me from across the room. James slipped behind me, hugging me, one hand on my crotch, the other roaming across my chest. In my ear he taunted "Look at that gorgeous man over there, I think that nasty man wants to have sex with you!"
He squeezed my small cock and held the stiffening shaft through my jeans. Jack crossed his arms and grinned, enjoying the display.
"Let's get you naked so he can see you and decide if he likes your thin little body, hmm?"
James unbuttoned my shirt from behind me as I kicked off my sneakers. With slow, deliberate flair James removed my shirt and t-shirt. Across the room Jack was also starting to undress himself. As I imagined he had well defined shoulders, a slim waist and tight muscular abs. James helped me remove my jeans and my socks. He turned me to face him and slid down to his knees while tugging down and removing my white briefs. He smiled and looked up at me as his hands ran up my smooth, hairless legs and took hold of my small cock and balls. He stood and took me in his arms for a hug, running his hands back to my soft ass cheeks, which he cupped and squeezed. He nibbled my ear and whispered "You have a beautiful ass honey, I hope you're ready to share it with both of us" and he called over my shoulder to James "Jack honey, do you like what you see?".
I turned to look at Jack over my shoulder. He was now naked except for tight white biking briefs, better than a Calving Klein poster. His cock hung heavy in his briefs and I wanted to rush over and free them from their strain. James held me, caressing, kissing as Jack walked over to us. Jack took hold of my head with both hands and held me for a kiss. He pressed his body against mine, his bulging cock pressing against my belly. I was squeezed between the two of them as we kissed and touched each other. I stroked Jacks cock gently through his briefs and tounged his nipple.
Jack stepped back from us. I wanted to follow but James held onto me from behind, watching as Jack backed up to the large bed and climbed onto it. James whispered into my ear "Not yet...let's go get you ready".
James let go and walked to the bathroom with me following. Inside the bathroom he closed the door and turned to me. He was still clothed but I could see a substantial cock was straining inside his jeans. I thought that he wanted me to take care of him right there, before he shared his Jack with me. I touched him and said in my soft feminine voice "Thank you...thank you for sharing...your lover with me, James." He smiled and embraced me, holding my bottom. "You are such a lovely little boy Chris, hardly a hair on you" he murmured, running his hands over my body. He turned my back to him, kneading my bottom, probing around my rosebud. "And this backside of yours honey, soft and hairless...it's practically...it's cute and sexy, and," he was speaking very quietly into my ear now, pressing a fingering lightly into my bottom "and it's as sexy as any girl's that I've ever seen him with...he's going to be very happy with you."
I was now turned looking at him and he grinned "Oh, don't be jealous, dear Jack likes both men and women...and if I read you correctly...you wouldn't mind being his, girlfriend today?"
"Yes, yes, I would like that...if..if it's OK, with him, with you too, I..."
He raised and eyebrow curiously and said "Go on, tell me more...we invited you here to have fun, so let me know what's on that nasty little mind of your Chris...or should I say Chrissy?"
I smiled and blushed and stammered "I just don't want to offend Jack, or you, by, by acting girly...but your both so...so masculine and muscular and, and..."
"And let me guess" he added "you want to be a woman today...his woman, maybe mine too?"
I nodded and he laughed, pulling me in for a friendly hug. "Yes honey, that is fine, that is more than fine..." as he looked into my face "if that's the way you are that is OK with us, in fact Jack kind of likes it that way once in a while".
He pulled away and said "But we need to get you ready...I'm willing to be that when you left your dorm this morning for your big day in the city that you didn't plan on having two cocks forced into your love canal - am I right?" I nodded my agreement.
"But you have had anal sex before, right?" he said with frankness. I nodded again.
"So you know it can be messy, and we want to minimize that...do you ever use an enema?" he asked, holding a small box he retrieved from the vanity.
"No, I, don't...haven't..."
"It's OK, I'll help you, it's a new box, sealed, clean water in a disposable plastic bottle...we insert this in your little love hole and give you a nice cleaning out, OK?"
"Yes, if you think it will help..."
The bathroom was really tiny, so James laid a large towel down on the floor inside the old, clawfoot bathtub and instructed me to assume a bottom up, head down position. James applied some lube to my rosebud and gently pushed the small nozzle into my bottom. He squeezed the bottle and filled my bottom and withdrew the empty bottle. He kept a hand on my backside and told me just to relax and let the water clean me out. He walked to the sink and refilled the bottle with warm water and inserted it back into me, filling me up. He instructed me to stretch out and lie down and left the room. The tub was cold, but I was thankful for the towel to lay in the the second towel that he provided me to use as a pillow.
He returned a few minutes later with a small bundle that he laid on the hamper saying "there are some clean things here for you to wear, if you'd like". He told me that soon I'd feel a need to release the water and when I was done I should come out and join them.
I laid there and felt waves of mild cramps and water rippling through my bottom. When I felt ready to sit on the toilet I had to be very careful getting out of the tub, keeping my bottom closed tight. After expelling the water I wiped and stood up - and immediately sat down again to release more water. After a few more minutes I felt comfortable that all was out. I wiped and cleaned my bottom, using a new face cloth I found in the vanity and some soap. James had thoughtfully left the tube of KY so I started to loosen up my bottom.
When I was done I washed my hands and looked through the bundle he left on the hamper. I was nervous, of course, but the sight and feel of the silky, sheer material gave me new butterflies in my stomach. The top piece was a sexy baby-doll top, black sheet material with a soft pink bow. I slipped it on - it was open down the middle in a fly-away style and ended just above my hips. My small breasts didn't fill the top out so I had to adjust the halter strap. It was very sexy, but my protruding boy-dick just didn't look right. Fortunately the next item was a tiny silk thong in pink. I slipped them on and they fit nicely, concealing my small cock. They were low cut in the front, but covered the small patch of pubic hair I kept trimmed. The back came with a cute pink triangle which I thought looked great at the top of my crack.
There was a pair of thigh high stockings, also sheer black color. They had a broad elastic top that held them up. I slipped them onto my leg smooth legs and looked myself over. I didn't have a wig or any makeup but I looked beautiful and sexy. The items fit my small body well, and I wondered why the men had this outfit, it certainly never would have fit James. James had said that Jack liked women too - perhaps he had a girlfriend or an occasional visitor? I felt myself churning with jealousy. I calmed myself by placing a hand on my flat belly and rubbing lightly. My other hand was at the base of my throat, lightly trailing down to touch a breast. I light squeeze, a pinch of the nipple. I was getting horny and started pushing and pulling with my bottom muscles. I looked at myself in the mirror and bit my lip. There were two gorgeous men just outside that door. They were horny too and needed relief. I was dressed like a little sexy plaything. I was ready to do anything they wanted me to do.
I was startled with a knock at the door and the sound of James' voice "Can I come in?"
"Yes, please do James..." I said in my soft voice.
He walked in and his eyes told me he was pleased with what he saw. I was likewise impressed - he had stripped down to only a pair of white cotton bikini briefs. He had a perfectly formed body, tight and muscular, slim waisted, shaved. I was surprised to find his body was as sexy as Jack's, but somehow it wasn't as obvious when he was clothed. If suddenly Jack wasn't interested in me, I'd be happy to lay back and let James have his way with me, or suck his cock, if he let me.
"Oh honey, you are a little sexpot, look at you" he gushed, taking my hands. With his foot he reached back and closed the door. We stared at each other, our eyes searching, my heart was beating quickly and I wanted to be held. I stepped closer to him and he smiled down at me. "I don't always like having to share Jack with other lovers, but I am going to enjoy letting him take you Chris, you are adorable, there isn't a man in this building, gay or straight, that wouldn't happily stuff his cock into you".
"So, does that include you James?" I teased, pressing against him.
"Oh you better believe it honey" he laughed, "Usually with Jack things are very clear cut - he's the top and I'm the bottom...but tonight there are two tops and you, my sweet, are the bottom".
I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes against him, kissing, tonguing him.
After a moment with his hands on my shoulders he separated us so he could speak.
"But, there's just one little thing, darlin'...you're little thing", he said, squeezing my cock in his hand "it would ruin everything if this little thing popped out at the wrong time and got in the way...so I'm going help you with that now so we don't embarrass Jack".
I was upset, horrified, I couldn't expect this man to do that to me, mycock was basically soft and I hadn't thought about getting an erection...
"No, James, please you don't have to do...I'll take care of it myself if you want" I pleaded.
He had already looped his pointer fingers under my waistband on both hips and was starting to slowly tug my thong down.
"Shhh, don't worry yourself honey, I'm quite gifted at this part myself...I happened to like it".
And with a slowly motion he knelt before me, pulling the thong down and helping me step out of it. My cock was already starting to thicken as he started to slowly plant kisses on it. He slipped his hands up the back of my thighs and took hold of my bottom and pulled me to him as he inhaled my small cock. His mouth was expert - moist and sucking - as his hands held me tightly and a finger slipped in and out of my bottom. I held his head to me, weak in my knees, feeling myself squatting slightly to allow more fingering. A high pitched yelp was coming from my throat and I breathed 'James, James, oh please baby...I'm gonna, oh, " and I sprayed my cum into his mouth.
He stood hand held my face in his hands and kissed me, our tongues rolling and sharing the slimy taste of my cum. He stopped and ended our kiss, spitting my cum into my mouth, which I swallowed, gulping air as I caught my breath.
As I leaned against him I felt his cock which had grown, thick and erect - thrusting out of the band on his briefs. My hands rested on his hips and he stroked my back, hugging me. He looked down into my eyes, happy. "Thank you James".
"Thank you Chris - now...I think by now Jack will be ready to mount this sweet little ass of yours - are you ready honey?"
"Yes, I...James...I know that Jack is your man, but I am really ready to...to get laid and...I want to see him soo bad now" I was afraid that he'd be upset, me choosing Jack instead of him, but he seemed to understand.
He reached back and opened the bathroom door, holding a hand out gesturing me to go first.
End Part 13