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Dallin was bi-sexual. And polyamorous. And wonderful. And loving. And tender. And terrifying. And far more experienced than I was. And I didn’t know what the fuck to do with my hands.
“I promise you, I’m in it for life with you, baby. I just hope to add to our happy life, not separate and categorize it.”
“Because there are two of you and one of me. Two-thirds of the questions will be tame, leaving only every third question to be naughty. It’s the best I can offer at the moment.” He shrugged. “Because I’m horny as a frat boy and five of my seven favorite holes to stick my dick into are sitting right here in front of me, flirting with each other and making me so fucking hard I’m dangerously close to coming in my pants. Take it or leave it.”
“You took him.” “You let him go, long before I found him.” She challenged. “I came back for him,” I said, and then groaned in frustration and bit my tongue to stop myself from saying anything else. “What do you mean?” She asked, softening her tone. “When?” “It doesn’t matter.”
I tried. I wanted it written on my headstone someday, that I did really, really try to keep my eyes above the waist as he stood unashamed and unobscured in front of me for the first time. But I failed. I was a failure. A dirty, pathetic, aroused, and horny failure that let my eyes fall on the thick cock swinging between his legs, not even hard, yet still intimidatingly thick.
