My faith in Thursday nights is now renewed, thanks to a boy named Steve and another boy named Alex. I haven’t picked up two boys at once and brought them home in a very long time. I’d forgotten how much fun it is.
It was, perhaps, the perfect three-way. There was no “odd man out”; we all seemed pretty equally into each other. We didn’t try to get too creative with the acrobatics. My only complaint was that it was over a little too fast. And that I have a very difficult time sleeping curled up with two other guys in the sack.
The whole thing only cost me two beers. I worry that I’ll expect it to be that easy again sometime this weekend. I fear that it probably won’t be.
Updates:
- I plan to start answering email again soon. Really.
- Duncan and Rick are still visting, but are in Yosemite right now. They get back tonight and return to North Carolina tomorrow.
- I don’t have a new job yet. I’m working on it.
- I’m going back to bed now.