I spent my June and July in one of three places: at home, in the water or on a boat. After Melissa's little speech, I didn't want to speak to anyone and I didn't want anyone consoling me. It wasn't that I thought I'd never get over her - I knew eventually, I would - but I didn't want anyone telling me that it wasn't so bad or the better to love/lost cliché. I thought she loved me, I was wrong. Every time I thought about it, I got mad. The only time I didn't think about it is when I was either swimming, working or sleeping so I tried to spend most of my time physically engaged and not thinking.

Except for time with Alex.

He gave up quickly on talking me into dating someone else. Instead, he was a perfect little submissive - including one dismal night when I couldn't sleep, letting me beat him until I exhausted myself. He came twice then got up with me at five in the morning and kept time for me while I swam. He made the summer bearable.

So when Dad told me that Alex couldn't go to training camp with me, I was pissed.

"I'm sorry, son. They make provisions for a parent or guardian but not for guests. Even if he went, you two wouldn't be allowed ta hang out." He said. "Believe me, I know how you feel."

'Like hell you do.' I though but I didn't say aloud. Instead, I went to my room and called Alex. His father had given him the same speech.

July 15th, Mom and I flew to San Diego to the US Olympic Swim team training camp. I don't know why I brought clothes or got a hotel room - it would have been easier if we had all just slept in the pool for all the time we spent on dry land. For two weeks, 16 of us did nothing that didn't connect to swimming. In all honesty, I didn't have time to miss Alex, Missy or anyone else. By the time it was over, I was a bit sick of the whole thing. I couldn't wait for the Games to get the damn thing over with.

I had two more weeks to wait. The Wednesday before the opening ceremony, I pack up and flew to Los Angeles so I could fly out of LAX with the rest of the team. Alex and Beth flew with me. The rest of the family flew Saturday morning. Beijing was invaded by the McElroy clan.

The nearly 20 hour flight was dull. Excruciatingly dull. Beth, Alex and I had three seats together overlooking the wing of the plane. We put Alex in the middle. During the second movie, he began to get ideas. He rang for the flight attendant and got three blankets.

"Alex. What are you doing?" I had a feeling I didn't want to know.

"Trust me, Sir." He grinned - which is never a reason to trust him. "I got this."

He spread the blankets so that all three of us were more or less tucked in. Then I felt his fingers tugging at my zipper just as Beth hissed, "Alex, you're gonna get us thrown off the plane."

"Relax." He fairly cooed, "Just lay back and be cool. No one will ever know."

I was on the aisle, so I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs further hiding my erection and Alex's movement from any casual glance. He was very slow, keeping me hard but not on edge for a long time. Periodically, he whispered in my ear just how wet Beth was or hard she was biting her lips to not make any noise. After a while, I realized he was reporting the same about me to Beth. While he was leaning toward her, I leaned to him, "When we land, you are getting such a spanking." He shivered. He spent half of the rest of the flight teasing us. Finally, I stopped his hand and excused myself. I had to wait in line to get into the closet that passes as an airplane bathroom but with a tissue, it was big enough to finish what Alex started. I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning too loudly. When I got back to my seat, however, I told Alex, "My turn. Move." He grinned fiendishly and let me have the middle seat.

He was right; Beth felt like someone had spilled something. After a minute, I realized something else as well. "Where are your underwear, young lady?"

She giggled, "On the floor, under the seat."

"If they under the seat, they likely on top uh someone's carry on. You know that, right?"

She gasped and tried to twist and see who was behind us. I shoved two fingers hard inside her and she shook hard. "Too late. They stay where they are." I leaned over to Alex who was pretending to doze - except for the contortions of his face as I jacked him off. "You know you not allowed to cum, right?"

"Yes, Sir." He groaned. A few minutes later, he grabbed my hand and stiffened. After a moment, he relaxed - still hard - and let my hand go.

"Where are Beth's panties?" I had to ask him."

"If what I heard while you was in the can was right, they in briefcase uh the guy behind her."

I managed not to laugh out loud. I kept teasing them until Beth finally leaned over to me and murmured, "Either make me cum or stop. Please."

I let go of Alex and turned my whole attention to Beth, "You think I can do it now? You close enough?"

She closed her eyes and seemed to drift away for a few seconds. When she came back she was glassy eyed but disappointed, "Close but not close enough. I'm sorry."

I kissed her softly as I slipped my fingers from under her skirt, "No, baby, I'm sorry. I shouldda never let Alex start."

"It's ok, Peter." She bit her lip and smiled, "It still feels incredibly good. I'm gonna have ta change clothes just ta get off the plane."

"Yeah? Stand up."

In the awkward space, she moves the blankets. There's no wet spot on her skirt but the scent of pussy assails me. Alex groans.

"How much longer is this fuckin' flight?"

"Language." I remind him. "If you're suffering, lick your fingers." Immediately, his hand goes into his mouth and Beth giggles.

"You're both vile." She rolls her eyes, "I'm going to the restroom."

While she's gone, I lean over the seat. The three guys in the row behind us are trying to pretend they didn't just watch her walk by. "16." I say just to watch them pale. "But, uh, not shy, right?"

"Yeah." One of them breaths.

"You, uh, found her…"

"…missing garment, yeah." He reaches toward his bag.

"Keep it." I say quickly. "Teach her a lesson about modesty."

They look at each other and grin. When I see her step out of the facilities, I clear my throat and sit down in a hurry. Alex snickers and I hit him but not hard enough to hurt. She pauses at their row but none of them look up and Alex and I quickly get up so she can sit down again. She spends the rest of the flight nervously looking back at them.

Getting Beth off the plane and through the airport becomes an unbearable game as Alex and I take turns 'accidentally' lifting her skirt and flashing her naked pussy or ass to anyone lucky enough to be looking in the right direction. After the third time, she realizes that we're trying to make her blush and tries to stop responding. We keep peeking. It's the only thing keeping the three of us moving. We left Reedville on Wednesday morning; it's now Thursday night.

As we boarded the bus with the rest of the US Team and families, I pulled Beth and Alex aside, "Hey, for the rest of the trip, if anyone asks, we're not related. I got uh feeling you two gonna be more trouble than you worth." Beth looks a bit pensive. "Yes, it's lying but which would you rather, people think you uh floozy, foolin' around with two guys, or people ta know you let your brother an' your cousin flash you pussy in public?"

"Oh Christ." For a moment she looks like she going to faint.

"Beth! Baby! I'm sorry." I stroke her cheek. "I just…"

"Look on the bright side," Alex cut in, "It only for a couple days, right? The rest uh the family be here Saturday an' then we go back ta behavin' like Christians."

Beth and I both glare at him, "That doesn't help." She frowns. "You guys kinda miss the point. I was thinkin' it's uh shame that it's only for a couple days."

Alex laughs as he picks up as many bags as he can carry, "Oh, our family is so fucked up."

I can only agree.

At the hotel, there is a very large sign in the lobby announcing that due to a computer glitch, some reservations made online were over-booked and some guests were being re-routed to hotels nearby. Not athletes. Not Beth and Alex. Everyone in line is cranky with jet lag – most of us would be happy to sleep where we are standing.

At the desk, Beth asks the clerk, “You know, I only booked my own room because my mother worries but would it be helpful if my boyfriend and I shared a room?” Beth leaned over the desk and whispered something to the harried clerk. The women looked first relieved, then conspiratorial, then proceeded to waive the cancellation fee and upgrade Beth and Alex to a suite with a Jacuzzi. “Come on, boyfriend.” Beth said pulling Alex by the belt. My teammate/roommate, Michael, and I get our room keys relatively painlessly. The four of us head up stairs and crash hard. I sleep til close to 8am the next morning, which, for me is extremely late.

I don’t get a chance to play with Alex and Beth after that – by 10am, there is the first of many team meetings. Two hours later, we are told, effectively ‘go play nice, don’t do anything to get disqualified.’ I wasn’t planning to. I’m not going to have much time to play tourist and who knows if I’ll ever get back to Beijing. I go up to their room, collect Alex and Beth from their hot tub and wander around the city until dinnertime.

The palaces and temples are awesome. Tiananmen Square really gets to Beth but Alex spends most of the time there trying to pick up hot Chinese chicks. It’s not til we’re standing on Zhonghai Lake and I’m looking at the “No Swimming” sign that it all hits me. Sometime in the next week, I’m going to swim a lake that was during my life time reserved for only the highest of communist party leaders. There are people who have lived their whole lives in this city and never seen it. I’m gonna swim it. I reach out, grab both of them and hug them tightly. I don’t know why but I need a moment.

“Win or lose, Peter, we’re really proud of you.” Beth says.

I manage to pull myself together without crying – although I’ll never admit how close I was to tearing up – and we see a few more sights before heading back to the Olympic Village. There’s a huge international dinner/buffet/party/soiree going. Alex snags three glasses of champagne and we wander around for a while. As with any party, like groups cluster together and eventually I spot a large group of mostly familiar people; competitors from other races. In truth, I haven’t been in many international challenges so I’m easily the rookie on the US team. Still, I’m likely to meet most of these people again. Alex all but dives into the group, making friends quickly but Beth sticks closer to me and the few people I know.

I’m chatting with one of my teammates when someone nibbles my ear. I nearly jump through my skin even as a delightful shiver shots down my spine. My teammate grins, “I guess your girlfriend needs you. I’ll just go find some more crab puffs.”

I turn around and face Beth; I can see she’s a little tipsy. “You have lost yo’ damn mind, haven’t you?” I should set her straight but really, I just want to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Yes.” She says, straddling my lap, “but I can be totally trashy with ya’ll an’ ya don’t think Ima ho.”

“No.” Alex leans unexpectedly down over my neck. I must be tipsy too ‘cause all I wanna do is take them both upstairs and fuck them. “He just don’t say you uh ho.”

“You uh asshole.” She slurs.

“So? You uh cunt.” He hurls back settling behind me. His rock hard dick presses against my ass and I twitch.

“Alright ya’ll two; enough.” This is definitely a Master thing. “Beth, up.” She pouts but gets up. “Alex. Come on; I got training in the morning anyhow.” A few eyebrows go up as the three of us make our way back to the hotel. I realize why when I see our reflection. Alex and I both have our arms around Beth’s waist. We might as well have broadcast ‘ménage-a-troi’. I don’t really care. We head up to their room.

It’s hopeless and sick and twisted and wrong but I love the taste of my sister’s pussy. I love my cousin’s tongue when he wraps it around my dick and sucks me halfway down his throat. Between us, Alex and I still can’t get Beth to cum but we exhaust ourselves trying. She gives as good as she gets, sucking us both off then motivating us both into double pen – Alex from behind and me in front. I promised Alex that one day we’d put him in the middle.

The next morning I wake up on time but tired and sore. I get back to my room, shower, dress and get to breakfast. My roommate doesn’t ask any questions and I don’t offer any explanations. We get to practice with the rest of the team. Midway through, the coach pulls me aside.

“Look, it’s not my business who you choose to fool around with but put it on hold till after the games, will ya?” he shows me the morning’s tallies. I’m almost a minute slow across the board.

“Yes Sir. I’ll, uh, get some sleep tonight.”

“You do that. Just put your toys away for a couple weeks. I need you here, ok, McElroy?”

“Yes Sir. I’m here.” I look at the pool. A full minute. That is not why Beth and Alex are here. They don’t know it, but they’re my incentive. Another minute and Alex would have drown. I want Beth to be a minute faster than me. I dive in the water and by the end of the next set of laps, I have my times back down to normal. The coach gives me a thumbs up.

After, I call Beth and Alex. “No more games, guys, sorry. It’s throwing off my speed.” I can hear the disappointment in Alex’s voice. “I tell you what. Both of you meet me at Xiushui Shichang for lunch. Soon as you can get there.” He looks up the address so I can find the place and an hour later, the three of us are wandering through the Beijing silk merchant’s district looking at lingerie. “Ok, here’s your assignment: Alex, buy Beth something pretty.” His eyes light up. “Something she wants to wear to replace the panties you lost on the plane.” Beth blushes.

“Oh, hell yes, Sir.”

“Beth, you are to buy Alex something he’ll enjoy wearing. Also from this section.” Both of their jaws drop. “If you don’t see anything for either of you here, try the leather district.” I glance at my watch. “My lunch break’s almost over. I gotta sail.” I kiss them both. “Alex. You cum when she does.”

He swallows hard, “Uh, yes, Sir. Sir, Ima break that rule ina ‘bout an hour.”

I smile. “I know.” I head back to the pool and concentrate on shaving as much time off as I can. When we’re done for the day and back at the hotel, I go to the spa and talk to the manager. Thankfully, I’m not the first guy to ask so they have someone on staff who can do a full body wax. I’m also not the last one to ask so they have schedule time available as well. I don’t know if body hair adds drag or not but I feel faster after I’ve shaved. Besides, the chick’s dig it. Seriously. Even the technician who does the waxing, puts a little too much stroking into the process. “Your girlfriend must be very lucky.” He says softly.

I can’t help sighing. “Yeah, before she dumped me.” He hesitates before applying the next layer of wax so I add, “But my boyfriend seems to like it too.”

“You used to date girls, now you date boys?”

I let him pull the wax off before I answer that. I have got to do this to Alex one day. He’ll love the procedure and hate the results. “Actually, the last year, I’ve had one of each.”

“Consecutively?”

“Concurrently.”

“Oh my.” He finishes my calves and moves up to my thighs. I can feel the trepidation in his fingers as he tries to perform a very intimate service without providing a ‘very intimate service’. I wish I could say it wasn’t having an effect on me but I am very glad I’m lying face down at the moment. I actually wondering why I decided to wax this time except that Mom and some of the guys on the team said it lasts way longer. I hiss as the back of my thighs are unexpectedly cleared. That clinches it – I am definitely making Alex do this some day. “So you’re between sets right now? Turn over, please.”

I roll over. My erection is evident. I try to stare at the ceiling and pretend it’s not there but I fail miserably and feel my face turn red.

“You must be very popular in America.” He says, lips twitching. He remains more or less professional but the more I see him cast sidelong glances at ‘it’, the harder I get. Finally, he finishes waxing everything around my jockey shorts. “So, sir, do you want full body wax?”

Since he just finished the job, I’m not sure what he means for a moment. Then it hits me and I shiver. “Uh, I don’t think, uh, wax, would be good…”

“I have razor if you prefer.”

I look at him. “Uh, should you be doin’ that sorta…service?”

“I should do be pleased to do whatever service you request, sir.”

“I don’t think I can…I mean…it wouldn’t be, uh, proper.” I can’t breath. This guy wants to jack me off. An’ even if his is just offering to shave me, its gonna work out to the same thing.

“I cover the hair with shaving foam then remove it with a very sharp blade. Very proper. Clean.” He hooks his fingers inside the waistband and pulls my shorts down. I’m so hot, there’s pre-cum glistening on the tip but he ignores it. He gets the foam; it’s warm as he spreads it around my dick and balls. Then he bends my legs, parts my knees and spreads more foam liberally towards my ass.

I concentrate on holding still as he takes a straight razor and begins gently scraping the hair from my most sensitive parts. It’s difficult, however, because he keeps spreading foam around and stroking me in the process. The blade slides past my skin so lightly, it’s hard to tell it from his fingers at times. Or maybe I’m just so keyed up that any touch is pushing me to the edge. Just when I think he’s gonna push me over, he stops.

“There. All finished.”

“Wha?” I must not be thinking clearly. I thought he said he was done.

“All done.” He looks mildly surprised as I sputter incoherently. “You wanted proper service?”

I close my eyes. I’ve never wanted to punch a cock tease before but there’s a first time for everything. Then he blows on me, warm, unexpected, and I cum. When I stop twitching and moaning I realize he’s chuckling at me. “Now you all finished.” I want to say something clever but my brain still isn’t processing yet. He smiles gently. “Tissues are next to the basket on the counter. Your clothes are in the dressing room. Please take your time. Thank you.” He leaves me alone to pull myself together. The basket next to the tissues has a little note telling me that my technician’s name is Quang and that a 20% tip is customary. I leave 40%; I’d have left more but that’s all the cash I had. I sign the waxing to my room – Dad’s paying for that and he’ll no doubt have a fit when he sees the total.

But it was worth every freakin’ yen.

I go back to Alex and Beth’s room and borrow their Jacuzzi – my whole body stings but it will fade to tolerable by the time I have to swim again. I call them. They’re still shopping so I have a few hours and fall asleep in the tub. I wake to Alex getting into the tub with me.

“Peter, dude, you have got ta see what I bought Beth. Go put it on.” Beth grabs a bag and skitters off to the bathroom.

“What did she buy you?”

He stares at me, “Dude, what the fuck?” I lift my eyebrows – I’m trying to learn that one-eye-brow trick – and he rolls his eyes. “Sir, uh, you all, you know, bald.”

“Yeah.” I don’t quite have the energy to tell him the whole thing yet.

“I mean I know you shave an’ all but this is…naked.”

”Yeah.” I can feel my lips just curving into a smile. The bathroom door opens and spares me having to tell Alex about Quang just yet. Beth steps out looking down as she adjusts the shoulder strap. I can see it’s a one piece with a lace crotch but her hair is covering everything else.

“Hey, doof, move your hair.” Alex shakes his head.

“I can’t get it hooked right.” Beth flips her hair over one shoulder as she works on the other. Pink lace covers her whole body, encasing her elegantly. The top cups around her breasts, lifting but not separating cleavage I would love to drown in. Her nipples are clearly visible under the lace pattern. Finally, Beth gets the hook. “There. So whatcha think?” I wave my hand in a lazy circle and Beth turns around. The back leaves plenty of skin exposed but completely covers her ass. She pinches at it anyway, “It still feel too tight. God, the thong I tried on ‘bout killed me. We bought a silk one too – just for me, I mean, but this is the one Alex picked out.”

“Yeah,” Alex reaches under the water and squeezes my erection which just sprang up, “that’s ‘bout what I said.”

His hand, under the water, on my newly shaven genitals, feels amazingly good. “I think the coach is gonna yell at me again t’morrah. Alex. Stop that.”

He moves the hand that had been slowly stroking me but not the grin that spreads across his face. I stand up and Beth’s eyes bulge.

“Whoa! How’d you do all that?”

“I had help.” I grab a towel and dry off. Neither of them says anything. I look over my shoulder; Alex is lounging in the hot tub but Beth is waiting expectantly. “Someone helped me. That’s all.”

“Give.”

“What?”

“Someone shaved your ass you think that’s uh ‘yadda-yadda-yadda’? Oh no. Give.”

I glance at Alex. He has his patented ‘I’m not listening’ look but I doubt he’ll miss a word of this. “Look, I went to the spa for a full body exfoliation and the technician did my full body. That’s all.”

“And you let her take off your shorts and do that.” I suspect that Beth doesn’t believe it was that simple. I hesitate before responding both because I’m not sure how to deflect the statement and because of the ‘her’.

Alex catches it. “Was the tech uh ‘her’?”

“Actually, no.”

“Fag.” He snickers.

“Ohmygod!” Beth gasps, “I thought Alex was the only guy you…. I mean are you actually…y’know, gay?”

“No.” I gesture and drop the towel. “I mean, he was.” I grab the towel and realize the slip as Alex moves to giggling. “I mean, he is. Look. I was on the table. He waxed everything else. Then when I rolled over, I was, you know…”

“…boing…” Alex snickers with a gesture to match.

“…uh, yeah. So he asked if I meant ‘whole’ whole body and before I could say no, he was pulling down my jockeys and applying the shaving foam.”

“Phish-shoo.” Alex mimes an explosion.

I can feel my face burning again, “Yeah, kinda.”

“Slut.” He snickers. “Hey, wait, wax?” he sits up all the way, “Doesn’t that shit hurt? I mean that stuff hurt?”

“Yeah, like hell which is why I was in the hot tub. But it lasts longer than shaving so I won’t have to think about this again till after we get home.”

He shrugs and sinks back into the tub, “Sounds cool but it looks weird.”

“It doesn’t bother you that another guy, y’know, did him?” Beth looks shocked. She’s forgotten that she’s wearing just the lace body suit and she’s not helping my erection go down at all. “I mean, aren’t you two uh kinda thing?”

“We’re not uh ‘thing’!” I snap.

“He the Dom; he can do who he want.” Alex says calmly.

“Alex!” I hate it when he says stuff like that.

He looks at me, “She’s right. We uh ‘thing’. I mean not like uh ‘we can’t date other people’ kinda thing but, I mean,” he shrugs, “y’know. Uh ‘thing’.”

“I don’t even know what that means.” I sigh. “Look, Beth, he an’ I are as much uh ‘thing’ as you an’ I are.” The look she gives me is eloquent. “Oh, come on! You know what I mean. I’m not like Shawn or whatshisname…”

“…Hank…”

“Yeah, him. I’m not like them. I’m…” the discussion is resolving my problem, “…I’m going back to my room. Normal people don’t do this shit.” I snatch on my pants and head down the hall. Beth tries to stop me but Alex assures her that I’m ok.

“He does this. Give ‘em an hour.”

It’s kind of a pointless gesture since two hours later were sitting next to each other at dinner with the rest of the US contingent. We act normal – not ‘normal-for-us’ but actual, we’re related by blood normal. It actually feels a bit odd. Afterward, I excuse myself and go to bed early. I sleep badly and wake stressed. I swim badly at practice and the coach gives me a stern lecture on proper sleep. By the time I get back to the hotel, I’m stressed and irritable. I refuse to accept that an argument with Beth and Alex affects me the same way an argument with Missy used to. That doesn’t even make sense.

Around lunchtime the rest of the family arrives. My parents, my Grandmother and Sheriff Boson, my Grandfather, Grandma Rachael and the twins. My mother catches my mood as soon as she sees me. She and my grandmothers are waiting in the lobby while ‘the men folk’ figure out what hotel they’ve been moved to. She hugs me and fusses over me for a moment then whispers in my ear, “We’ll talk later.” Eventually Alex and Beth come back from playing tourist and Dad get the reservations straightened out and we all move out to the proper hotel. Once they get settled in a room, Mom asks me to walk with her to get some ice.

“So,” she says almost immediately, “How’s Missy?”

“What?” I don’t know why she’d even ask that. “I haven’t talked to her in months.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

She shrugs, “You have that ‘my girlfriend’s uh bitch’ look. I thought ya’ll mighta gotten back together. Somethin’ wrong?”

I am not telling her the truth. That’s out of the question. “It’s just – I don’t know. I get here and all of uh sudden, I can’t swim right. I keep getting distracted. Slowing down.”

“They’s uh lot goin’ on, honey.” She stops and puts her hand on my face. “I can’t tell you how proud I am uh you. Yo’ Daddy too. You done somethin’ I coudda nevah dreamed uh. These people ain’t know shit. You an’ I know who the best is.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” In so many, many ways.

“Peter Harper McElroy you couldn’t disappoint me if-n you tried fo’ uh hunnard years.”

I love my mother.

After that, I don’t care who does or says what. So long as I don’t disappoint my mother, the coach can kiss my hairy white ass. Bald white ass. Whichever.

TO BE CONTINUED!!! This section is still in progress

There are only two clubs worth driving in to DC for – worth the expense, the parking hassles, and the risk of bodily harm – The Crack and Club Chaos. The Crack is a member’s only establishment that Miss Helen invited me to attend with her one weekend and which I applied for membership with before I left. Once a year, I treat myself to a weekend of depravity and decadence. If it were up to Alex, however, we’d live there. But little in life is as amazing as watching Alex when it’s safe for him to cut loose.

Chaos is a gay club with a drag show in Dupont Circle. I don’t spend a great deal of time there but it’s a fun way to spend a Saturday night as a change of pace.

Or, again, to watch Alex. I’m not sure, but I think he’s hit on most of the club at this point. He has strict orders tonight. Hand jobs only, giving or receiving – but he doesn’t have to ask permission for either. It’s enough leash to let him have the run of the place without worrying about him getting into real trouble or if he’s enjoying himself. I’m having fun just watching him. Tonight is special for another reason as well – it’s the first time Alex and I have been able to dance together.

Every so often, he pulls me onto the dance floor and tells me what he’s been up to for the last few minutes. It’s got me incredibly hot; I don’t find many guys attractive but Alex getting fucked turns me on for some reason. Maybe because he enjoys sex so much. Maybe I’m just in the mood for it tonight. I don’t know. But on the dance floor, grinding against Alex to classic Prince, all I can think of is getting him home and maybe getting to the living room couch before I fuck the hell out of him.

“That big Hispanic dude wants us both.” Alex whispers in my ear.

“No.” I whisper back, “Tonight, your ass is mine.”

“Yeah? Fag.” He teases but with a broad smile.

“Pussy.” I give in and kiss him. He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and nearly inhaling my fillings.

“Well, you certainly have unusual taste in women.”

The voice is vaguely familiar and as I look up to tell the speaker to mind his own business, I see why.

Ryan.

What are the odds?

I let go of Alex, suddenly embarrassed. I can feel as much as see Alex’s temper flare at the interruption.

“Who the fuck is this?” his tone is barely restrained.

“Watch it.” I remind him; he has a no swearing rule. “Alex, Ryan. Ryan, Alex.”

“I thought Alex was your cousin.” Ryan was always very quick – part of what attracted me to him.

“He is.” I confess, blushing. That’s the main reason we don’t normally dance together.

“Your cousin is one of your ‘toys’?”

Alex flexes his muscles – of which he has a good many attractive ones. It’s a move that tells me he’s struggling not to do or say something stupid. “Alex, go get two martinis. One, sour apple with Grey Goose. Get something for yourself as well. Take your time.”

There is a pause before Alex says, “Yes, Sir.” And he glares at Ryan before stalking off to the bar.

I take Ryan’s hand and kiss his palm. He wants to be angry but, I think, he also wants to be seduced. Why else would he confront me? I lead him to an empty table. After we sit down, I nod my head. “Yes, Alex and I are related. Yes, we are lovers. He’s not a toy but…” I hesitate. How on earth do I describe my relationship with Alex? “…but it’s complicated.”

“What’s complicated? You fuck your cousin. He’s hot. I’d fuck him.”

I smile, “I’m glad you said that; he’ll be happy to hear it.”

He frowns, “I was being factious.”

“I’m not.” I can just imagine the two of them together. Slowly, though, I remember why Ryan and I broke up and my smile fades. “I’m sorry. Bad joke.”

Alex arrives with the drinks. He puts my standard gin martini in front of me and gives Ryan the sour apple. He downs about a third his beer in one pull then sits beside me. “Ok, Peter. I’m done. Who is this?”

I blush again. This is one of maybe three things in my life that I didn’t share with Alex. I should have but I didn’t. I take a deep breath. “Alex, Ryan is my ex-boyfriend.”

Alex hesitates. Not one muscle moves. “Come again?” His voice is very calm given that he’s about to kill me.

“Ryan and I dated for a few months my first semester.”

Alex downs another third of the beer. “Ok.” He’s jaw is strained.

“I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

“Hey. Don’t apologies. You the Dom; fuck who you want.”

“Alex.” I hate it when he says things like that.

“So I was the ‘other woman’, so to speak.” Ryan comments, mostly to twist the knife, I’m sure.

Alex leans forward, “Peter wants a guy, it ain’t my business.”

“Ryan, you’re not helping. Alex, I was lonely. I missed you. He and I … clicked.”

He looks at me, pained but fighting not to show it. “You don’t have to explain. It’s none of my business.” He looks away from me. “Ima see if-n Rico Suave over there wanna dance. Later.” He finishes the beer and walks off.

I look at Ryan and everything comes back to me.

Dating-wise, my freshmen year of college ended badly. I arrived at beginning of the semester sorry to be away from my family and after only a week, I desperately missed them all. Then, in September, Lisa died and between my own grief and Alex’s, I was pretty damaged. I had been in the student union, Columbus Day, thinking already about dropping out and going home when someone asked if they could share my table.

He looked a bit like Alex, actually. Wide shoulders, curly black hair, a seductive grin. I think I actually blushed. He said I looked like I could use a friend. We talked for a couple hours. We meet there again the next day and talked for a couple more. It was a week before I admitted to myself that I was attracted to him and another two weeks before I decided to do anything about it.

Ryan had not been shy about telling me he was gay or about being attracted to me. I just wasn’t sure about a gay relationship. Sleeping with Alex was one thing; having a gay relationship was another. Then again, maybe this is why all my girlfriends dump me. Maybe I’m not straight with a male lover, I’m gay with a taste for girls. Ryan was a nice person. I liked talking to him, liked hanging out with him. I had a feeling that I’d like sleeping with him as well.

Once we got a few ground rules straight.

We meet after class at the student union as usual. The plan was to go to the Patriot Center and watch the game. When he arrived, however, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He melted which I find incredibly arousing – knowing that the person you want, wants you. “Dinner.” I told him after I let him up for air. “I wanna talk to you.”

I took him nearby to the first steak place I saw. I told him my sexual life history in brief – carefully editing Alex. “Top only.” I told him.

“You’ve been so tentative; I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” He said. “I like top or bottom – one day you’ll have to try it.”

“I wasn’t sure myself. But” I paused, “I want you to understand. I’m a bit spoiled. I usually get what I want – once I know what it is, at least.”

“What do you want now?” a small knowing smile lingered on his lips – a look I’d come to appreciate.

“You.” I pulled him over the table, surprising him as much as the kiss I extract did. I paid for dinner and took him back to the very large house my Grandfather lets me use.

Once in the house, it’s all my show. We stripped slowly – he kept trying to pick up the pace and I forced him to slow down.

“Peter, I want you.”

“Relax.” I held his hands again making him hold still while I explored his chest with my lips, “We have all night.”

“What happened to that shy little boy I met last month?” he moaned.

“That wasn’t really me.”

He gasped as I gently bit his nipples.

Instead of leading him upstairs, I pulled him, shirtless, into the dinning room. Granddad’s liquor cabinet was safe – anything truly expensive was locked in the basement behind a door actually labeled “No Admittance.” Between kisses, I asked him if he knew anything about wine. He answered he rather have vodka – which is how I remember Grey Goose is his preference; pouring it over each other and licking it off.

I stripped him slowly, familiarizing myself with all of him before removing the next garment. He’s bigger than Alex as I recall. I started licking his balls and smiled as his knees buckled. I didn’t have to suck long before he came, filling my mouth. I kissed him, my mouth full of his jizz – which I think was a first for him but not a last.

I wouldn’t let him undress me though – not yet. Not until we were upstairs in my room. Then I let him peel my cloth off slowly. Made him explore my body as I had explored his. Let him suck my dick until I was ready to fuck him. Then I lifted him, guided him to the bed and lay him on his back. He watched, biting his lip, as I put on the condom. I watched his face as I slid into him. Well, at least until my eyes fell shut with the bliss of it. I tried to make it last as long as I could, stopping often, changing rhythms, sometimes just lying still inside him and kissing him. When I finally let loose inside him, we both cried out.

He fell asleep in my arms – again, a first but not a last.

The next two months were amazing. Ryan was very athletic. He wouldn’t get up to swim with me – which I guess I understand – but we played whatever pick up game was going in the ‘quad’ on the weekends. He spent so much time at the house with me that he might as well have moved in. The only thing he wouldn’t do is go to church with me on Sundays. Which bugged me a lot.

Everything else was brilliant. Until November. Our first real fight. He wanted me to come home with him for Thanksgiving dinner. In Los Vegas, Nevada. I wanted to spend it with my family in Reedville – the first holiday season without Gran-gran. The first without Lisa. There was no way I was going anywhere but home – with or without him. It’s not that I blame him for wanting to go home for the holiday – I understood that completely. I just didn’t get why he wouldn’t just accept that we weren’t spending this holiday together. The fight we had the night before I left was just mean-spirited and bitter.

I got home around dinnertime Wednesday, was greeted by my parents and siblings, and nearly quit school right then. I sat down to one of my mother’s terrible meals – she’s easily the worst cook of the family – and got caught up on the latest news. When Mom asked, though, if there was anyone ‘special’ at school, I didn’t even think of Ryan and said no.

Thursday, we went to church as a family and I got to see Alex for the first time since August. He seemed subdued but not wrecked. I’ve seen him wrecked; I still have nightmares about it. We spoke on the phone and we e-mailed a lot but it’s not the same. In church, we were limited to a handshake and a hug. He had to get to his other grandparent’s house. That gave me several hours to catch up with the rest of the family before his branch made it over to our Great Grandmother’s house. Well, my Grandfather’s house now that she’s gone.

Everything was exactly the way it was every year – apart from Gran-gran. We watched the game, ate turkey, talked about various schools and jobs and the Fishery. As the evening progressed, however, I realize that I was in-between. I didn’t fit in with my cousins anymore; they all seem somehow too young. And yet, my parents generation seemed too old. I actually spend most of the night comparing college experiences with my cousin Gracie, who’s studying accounting at Chapel Hill.

Finally, around midnight, I got to spend some quality time with Alex.

“Beth says you’ve been very good since, well, since.”

He shrugged, “I been keepin’ focused on the game. ‘Tween that an’ Ballroom, I ain’t had time for much else.” We’d talked about that over the phone. School, football and dance had been pretty much all he’d done for a couple months. Little fishing, little dating. A far cry from the hound dogs we used to be.

“Maybe while I’m here, we can reward your good behavior.”

“Yeah?” he looks away and grins, “That would be way cool. Sir.”

We didn’t get a chance to, though. Between working the boats and catching up with old classmates who were also home for the holiday, Alex and I didn’t have time to ‘play’. I went back to school, more settled about leaving home but a bit physically frustrated.

I called Ryan as soon as I got to the house. “Come over.” I told him.

“I just got back myself. I’m tired. And I’m not sure I want to see you anyway.”

“That wasn’t a request.” I replied and hung up.

He was there an hour later. I greeted him at the door with a martini, a smile and nothing else. I let him top me for the first time that night. I had most of the bottle of vodka first. It was ok. Not great. Not something I have to repeated often – only with Alex. But Ryan was first.

In the morning, we both apologized for saying things we didn’t mean before we left. We spent the day wrapped around each other. For another two weeks, everything went back to how it was.

Then came Christmas and New Years and the end of the semester. After the Thanksgiving argument, we decided we’d split – Christmas in Reedville, New Years in Vegas. We’d spend a week with both families. I called Mom and told her I was bringing a guest. I told Alex that we needed to talk when I got home.

We both took our last final exam on Tuesday. We were going to spend all day Wednesday shopping and drive to Reedville on Thursday morning. Tuesday night, we curled up on the couch and watched ”It’s A Wonderful Life”.

“Will your parents mind if we do this around them?” he asked.

“If we do what?” I admit I had been drifting off to sleep.

“You know, be all lovey-dovey. Do we need to back off around them?”

“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought about it.” I chuckled. “I’m more wondering how I’m gonna keep Beth’s hands offa you.”

“Not to worry, I don’t like fish. And,” He rolled over in my arms and kissed my chin.“I love you.”

I chuckled again. In retrospect, I should have paid more attention.

“Hey.” He said more insistently.

“What?” I tried to push him back down to the warm, comfortable position we had been in but he resisted.

“I thought that was worth some kind of response.”

I missed it. “Sorry. We own a fishery; the pussy-fish joke is played.”

He sat up and looked at me. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What? Beth? I’m kidding. She’s…”

“I said ‘I love you’. thought you might respond to that.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I had fun with Ryan. I liked him. I may even have loved him. As a friend, as a playmate. But not as a permanent partner, not a spouse. It occurred to me at that moment that I still was looking for the right woman. All through my relationship with Ryan, I had not stopped looking at women or looking for the right one. I was just relieving my physical needs with Ryan. Using him.

“Oh. God. Ryan.” I tried to think of something considerate to say. “I’m sorry. I’m not gay.”

The look on his face is another one I won’t ever forget.

I sat up and reached for him but he pulled away. “That was stupid…” I started.

“Yes, it was.”

“…I mean, I’m bi but I definitely prefer women. I’m sorry, but I do.”

“So what was this? Some game?”

“Look, Ryan, I’m not trying to hurt you. I love being with you but – but – I’m just – not in love with you.”

“We practically live together. You made a great big deal about me meeting your family.”

I laughed – I didn’t mean to, but I did. “I make a great big deal out of everyone meeting my family; I can’t wait for you to meet my father. And my Uncle Marcus – you’ll love Marcus.”

“As much as I love you?”

“Ryan…” I put my arms around him then and he let me hold him. We watched Jimmy Stewart give an angel his wings in a silence that grew colder by the moment. When it ended, he pushed me away and went upstairs to the guest room, which was his room. Not my room, which was our room.

I waited about an hour before I went and knocked on the door. “Come to bed now, Ryan. You’re being too sensitive about this.”

He did open the door then. “Do I look like toy?”

If this were Alex, I’d have said ‘yes’ but I had a feeling that Ryan would not have had a sense of humor about it. “No, you don’t.”

“Good.” Then he slammed the door in my face I which point I went back to my room.

The next morning, Ryan moved out. I hadn’t realized how much of his stuff was there until I noticed how much he took with him when he left. I stopped him at the car. “Ryan. Don’t do this. Come in. We’ll talk, we’ll have breakfast, we’ll make love. You’ll see; it will be ok.”

“Peter, you can’t talk me out of being in love with you.”

“I’m not trying to…”

“Yes, you are. You want me to just do what you tell me to. Just be a good little ‘pet’ and follow along.”

“You’re not a…”

“Everyone’s a pet to you. I spent the night thinking about it. I had thought all the flirting with girls was just because you weren’t entirely comfortable being out. But you were toying with them just as much as you toyed with me. Well, I’m not your pet and I’m not your toy and I’m not playing games. If I go back in there, it’s because I’m your lover and your partner and if that’s not it then…” he stopped with a slight tremor and looked at me.

This was the moment I was supposed to take him in my arms and say that I wanted him to be mine forever. I almost said it just to keep from breaking his heart. But I looked in his eyes and knew we both knew the truth.

I held his face in my hands and kissed him softly. “You are an amazing man. Really. Totally. And one day, you’re gonna to meet someone who thinks you are the whole world. But it’s not me. I’m really sorry. But, I’m not gonna to promise you something that’s never gonna happen. You don’t have to go.”

“Yes, I do.” He said and got in the car. I realized later that it was in spirit, the same speech that Melissa gave me after graduation. I felt like shit after she said it; I can’t imagine Ryan felt any better. And if Missy felt like this after she told me, I owe her an apology. It was as hard to say as it was to hear.

I got my Christmas shopping done early. Ryan refused to answer any of my calls. Finally, I just left for Reedville Wednesday night. Thursday morning, when my phone rang, I was on the boat with Dad, Alex and Uncle George for the early run so I was not at my best.

“Make it quick.” Was how I answered.

“Where are you?” Even over the bad connection, Ryan sounded pissed off.

“The middle of the Chesapeake Bay. What up?”

There was silence and I thought the call had dropped but then very clearly he said, “I hope you drown.” And hung up.

“What was that?” Dad asked.

“I, uh, just got dumped.”

“At six am. Harsh.” Alex shook his head.

“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” Uncle George asked. I shook my head; definitely not. “Then you an’ Chuck get them nets up. Al, get the table. Too damn cold out here.”

“Shit, yeah.” Dad said. We all went back to work and that was the last I heard from him. Practically, it was the last I saw of him as well. He seemed to disappear from campus and in the middle of the next semester, I met Yvette.

I can’t help smiling as I look at him. He’s gorgeous. No wonder I couldn’t keep my hands off him.

“What?” he asks sipping his drink.

“I forgot how gorgeous you are.” He doesn’t want to be flattered by that, but he is. “You look good. I mean overall – like you been taking care of yourself.”

“I still work out daily. Eat right.” He sips his drink again. “So. Are you playing games again or have you finally admitted the truth and come out all the way?”

I knew he was going to ask that. “Actually, Alex and I are celebrating. Sort of a last hurrah. I’m engaged. Yvette’s moving in with us next week and we’re getting married in October.”

He looks uncomfortable. “Oh.” He takes another sip. “Does she know about your toy collection?”

“You were not a toy, Ryan.” He shrugs. “She knows about Alex. She understands.”

“Well. An amazing woman. I’m certain you’ll be very happy.” He stands up to leave but I head him off.

“Sit. We were friends first, Ryan. I’d hate to think that was completely lost.” He sits again. “Are you seeing anyone?”

He blushes and looks around, “Actually, yes. I’m supposed to be meeting him here. I didn’t expect to see you.”

“That makes two of us.”

“He’s a very considerate lover.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

He looks up then past me, shocked, “Your family doesn’t believe in restraint, does it?”

I look around. Alex has yet another guy pinned to the nearest wall. “Alex? Definitely not.” I also see another man look at our table and head toward us. He a tall thin black man, whom I don’t recognize but clearly – by the sudden smile on his face – Ryan does. “You’re new friend?”

Ryan doesn’t answer just stands up to meet him. “Scott, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine. This is Peter. Peter, Scott.”

I stand, shake hands and exchange the standard pleasantries. We chat for another few minutes before Scott leads Ryan off and I sit by myself for a minute and finish my drink. Alex finally wanders over to me.

“I’m pretty pissed at you.” He leans over me and if he weren’t so trashed it would be intimidating.

“You have a right ta be.” I pull him down and kiss him softly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

The very position gives me the idea. “How ‘bout I be the sub for the weekend? Just til Vette moves in. You can use me – abuse me – however you want. Uh, no permanent marks, right?”

He leans down further, “Startin’ when?”

I know this is a bad idea but I’m a little trashed myself, “Now.”

His face goes serious as he actually contemplates the idea; he’s not as drunk as I thought. “Gimme yo’ watch.” He says finally. I’m not sure why he asks for it but I hand it to him. He puts it in his pocket. “You on my time now. Don’t be askin’ if-n we late. Clear?”

Alex is perpetually late, whereas I’m usually early. Taking my watch and forcing me to just deal with it will drive me crazy. I hate being late. “Clear. Sir.” I say.

“Don’t call me that; that’s your rule. Call me…” he thinks for a minute then gets a devious grin, “…call me ‘Sexy’.”

“Alex…” he lifts his eyebrows and I roll my eyes, “Sexy, I can’t call you ‘sexy’ all weekend.”

“You best learn to less’on you wanna get spanked in public.”

“Al-Sexy, you wouldn’t.”

“See that drag queen over there?” I look at the very large man in a dress on the stage. “Ten-to-one says I can get him ta spank you without even buying him a drink. Yo’ ass, publicly displayed. Oh yeah. Come on, boy. You getting’ spanked.”

He tries to pull me out of the chair but I pull back, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Alex – Sexy, come on. I know I said whatever you want but…”

“You gonna back on this already? Or too chicken ta try it the other way. Tell you what, you say ‘peanut butter’ an’ I’ll back off. Deal?”

The truth is I am already chickening out. I don’t have Alex’s nerve which is why I like being in control. But I’ve known Alex his entire life and I know one thing is true. He likes pushing the envelope but he wants everyone happy in the end. He’ll honor the safe word. He won’t really hurt me. My heart’s pounding with mild panic but I say, “Just don’t let him actually hurt me, Sexy.”

He grabs my arm, “Oh, ain’t nobody gonna do that but me.” He all but drags me over to the stage and whispers to Shina Turner who has arms like lead pipes.

Shina picks up the microphone. ‘She’ announces that I’ve been a bad boy. I have never been more embarrassed in my life. Alex grins at me over his beer and somewhere in the crowd, no doubt, Ryan is watching this. And laughing.

They have a runway style strut-off – Alex picks the winner who gets to spank me. Alex is enjoying this far too much. As is the crowd. When it’s all said and done, I get 15 whacks – bare hand, bare butt – from Scott. Afterward, Ryan and Alex shake hands and Scott looks immensely pleased with himself. For the rest of the night comments about my ass follow me around. I have to stand through it – it really does hurt too much to sit down.

Alex pushes me into a corner and nuzzles my neck. I run hot and cold simultaneously from the heat of his touch and the pain in my butt. “That was so fuckin’ hot, I can’t tell you.” He rubs my crotch with his leg while rubbing his against mine. I’m harder than I thought I would be. “Ima fuck you soon as I get you home. Ima bend you ova the couch an’ bang that pretty pink ass uh yo’s.”

My breath is actually short. “Top, Al-Sexy. I don’t like being bottom.”

His hand hits the wall next to my head. It actually makes me jump. “I ask you what you like?”

“No.” I can’t help grinning. It’s like a good movie; you know it’s fiction but you respond anyway.

“Say it. Tell me what Ima do to ya.”

I cannot believe I am getting so in to this. “You gonna take me home, Sexy, an’ you gonna bend me over the couch and you gonna fuck my ass.”

“Oh yeah.” He kisses me hard. “Go dance. I wanna watch that ass move.”

He lets me go and I go out on the dance floor. I am so turned on, I can barely breath. We wind up there until the place closes – I stop drinking, since I have to drive but he paws me and taunts me and generally dominates me until I am shaking.

In the bathroom of the club, he shoves me against the wall, facing it. Men are coming in and out trying not to notice the attack that’s happening inches from the sink. I’m facing away from the mirror, looking at the door of the only stall as Alex hisses in my ear. “You don’t know how long I wan’ed ta take you. Make you my bitch.” He’s hard and rubbing against me. I want him enough to let him do it here if he asks. “Hey,” he yells out, “anybody know where the nearest hotel at?”

They did. He takes me there instead of going home. “Get a room.” He tells me. I do. The clerk gives me a disapproving look – I don’t know if it’s the clear sexual intention or the gay sexual intention that annoys him but it’s humiliating and exciting at once. I never do things this blatant – mostly because it wouldn’t bother Alex. He can’t be embarrassed by public displays, not once we graduated high school, not outside of Reedville. But I usually try to be a little more discrete. Even with Yvette, I keep such behavior behind closed doors. Alex is making me be much more open than I’d like to be; it is very hard not to simply stop and go back to normal. But when I pick up the key, Alex grabs my arm and drags me to the elevator. And once in the brief privacy, Alex pulls off my belt.

“I might need this in uh minute.” He says with me shoved into the corner. He pushes his hand down the front of my pants and gives my dick a firm squeeze. My eyes fall shut – until he yanks me forward as the doors open. I find our room quickly.

Standing in the doorway, I barely have time to lock the door before Alex shoves me against it. “Get ‘em off or Ima rip ‘em.”

I drop my pants and my shorts as fast as I can. Alex’s thumb slips into my ass as my clothing hits the floor. “Sexy, please.” I pant, “Not dry.”

“Hey, sub, I wanna fuck you dry, Ima do it.” The open zipper of his pants is rubbing painfully against my sore ass and he twists his thumb inside me. “You tryin’ ta tell me what I can’t do to yo’ ass?”

“N-no, Sexy.”

He rams his thumb into me a couple more times. “That’s right.” he pulls his thumb out and turns me around, “Hey sub, suck mah dick.”

“Yes, sexy.” I get on my knees and he shoves his cock into my mouth, ramming my head loudly against the door. I squeal but Alex only grabs a handful of my hair and fucks my mouth harder.

“Oh yeah, suck it.” He moans. To try and slow down his stroke, I grab his ass and slip two fingers inside him. He picks up the pace, “Oh fuck yeah. You wanna drink it, sub? You wanna swallow my jizz?” He pulls out of my mouth and rubs his balls against my face.

“Yes, Sexy.” I breathe.

“Say it.”

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Sexy, so I can swallow yo’ jizz.”

“Suck my balls, sub.”

I take them both in my mouth and suck hard. “Oh fuck!” Alex nearly screams and I can feel him throbbing. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Sub. Suck ‘em hard.” After only a couple minutes, he pulls them out of my mouth and puts his dick back in. He rams my mouth hard again then mutters something incoherent. He pulls back all the way and drags me to the bed.

He throws me down and practically falls, 69, on top of me. He sucks my dick frantically as I do his. Every so often, he pushes up and licks my anus. It’s like an electrical shock. I start doing the same to him. After the third exchange, he shoves me away from him.

“Oh, God.” He swings around and kisses me hard. “Fuck me.”

“I thought you were gonna fuck me.” I say between kisses.

“Shut up, sub, an’ fuck me.”

“Yes, Sexy.” I find my pants, and the condom in my wallet and bang Alex like our lives depend on it.

Suddenly, he yanks away from me. I start to ask what’s wrong only to have his cock shoved into my mouth again as he starts cumming hard. He leans over me for a minute or two as he recovers his breath. Then, on hand and knees, orders me to finish fucking him.

I stand behind him and slowly pump my dick into his tight ass. After only a couple strokes, he pulls my hand around and places it on his again hard dick. I fist him in time to my strokes. I’m gonna cum soon, I realize. “Ima cum, Sexy.” I groan, “May I?”

“Wait. Wait.” He pants. “I’m close, now.”

Another couple minutes and I’m bursting at the seams. “Sexy. Let me cum, Sexy. Please say yes. Oh God, Sexy.”

“Faster.” he growls. A minute later we’re both cumming and falling over. We sleep, half dressed, on the coverlet.

I wake early and check the clock. When I get out of bed, though, Alex’s voice stops me. “Where you think you headed?”

“Bathroom and to check check-out time.”

“Check-out time is when I say we leavin’, right?”

I start to argue but remember – today, I’m the sub. If he wants to pay for an extra day, I just have to deal. “Right. So I’m just gonna use the john.”

“Me first.” He gets up and I wait. When he comes back, he says “You know what ta do when you get back, right?”

It takes me about a second to figure that one out. “Yes, Sexy. When I come out of the john, I’m gonna suck your dick.”

He’s stroking himself when I come out. I position myself between his legs and lick between his fingers. He groans. “Suck it til I blow, sub.” I do, letting my teeth scrap him every so often speeds up the process. Very quickly, his hands are pulling my hair and holding my head in place. He pumps a jet stream of cum into my mouth then tugs my shoulders, “Don’t swallow yet.” He pulls me beside him and we share his jizz.

“Hey, got uh question.” he says as we lie there. “Yvette ever say anything ‘bout a three-way?”

I shake my head, “You aren’t a toy I share with all the other kids. I haven’t asked her. If it’s a fantasy of hers, she hasn’t mentioned it.”

“Just curious.” We lie there a while longer. Then he sighs deeply, “We should get rolling. You want me to cover this or is it on your card?”

“Mine. I’m the sub, remember?”

He shrugs, “We can go back ta normal now.”

I sit up and look at him, “No more spankings? You don’t want to fuck my ass after all?”

“Oh hell yeah, but I don’t have any lube with me and you kinda a sissy ‘bout that.”

“I’ll let you do it one day soon. Ok?” I kiss him lightly.

He shrugs again, “Whatever. Makin’ you call me ‘sexy’ was hot enough for a while.”

We dress, check-out, find my car and head home. He’s still pawing me in the car. When we get in the house, he pulls my ass backward and rubs his rock hard dick against me. “If I said I’d changed my mind, think I could fuck you now?” He runs his lips down my neck.

We make it to my room but only because it’s closest to the top of the stairs. Alex uses a lot of lube and systematically slides his fingers in before opening me with his cock. He faces me so we can kiss and my dick rolls pleasantly between us. He goes as slowly as he can. He does make me cum. Then he rolls me over and jackhammers my ass until he explodes.

While we are lying there, recovering, Yvette calls. I feel a bit guilty, snuggling with my lover while talking to my fiancée. But, after all, she understands about us.

I had not intended to meet Yvette. As a matter of fact, I should never have meet her. I should not have wound up in the emergency room but that's how fate works, I guess.

I had a small diving accident. I'm not a diver but I was showing off for a woman poolside which is hard to do when your big skill is swimming fast. It would be easier to just tattoo a silver metal to my chest. Anyway, I cracked my head on the board and knocked myself out. So they tell me. I remember looking down and thinking 'this will get her attention' and then waking up to see my panicked mother's face. Right after I woke up, it seemed, everything happened. Doctors came in, nurses, Alex - laughing - and food services. She came in with the tray, saw the crowd and left. I saw her face very briefly and sent Alex to get her and bring her back.

Best decision of my life.

She was stunning. Ebony skin, beautiful face, chest like a mountain range, ass to match. She worked at the hospital as a work/study but her real field was psychology. I told her she could analyze me anytime. She rolled her eyes.

They only kept me overnight for observation. So I wound up coming back three times before she finally gave me her number. I confess, my whole objective was getting her in bed. Just talking to her got me hard. She made me work for every kiss, for every inch of skin she let me touch.

Finally, after three months of wining and dining and being on my best behavior, she told me she was celibate. I told her I didn't care. Which was more or less true. By then, I knew I was falling in love with her.

I told her the truth - mostly - that I had a lover 'back home' and while we occasionally had sex when I was there, the relationship was definitely not a committed sort of thing. She was not pleased.

"You want to be a therapist, right?" I was trying to be calm, rational.

"So?"

"OK, so, analyze this: My - friend - is not about sex. It's discipline. Not like B & D sort of…" I catch myself, "OK, maybe a little but it's uh - uh - uh thing between us. Since we was kids really." I gave up. It wasn't going to make any sense without all of it. "I'm gonna tell you some things that nobody else knows. I don't know how you're gonna take it but -" I took a deep breath, "If I love you, I have to trust you."

Her expression softened a bit, "You can tell me anything."

I hoped that was true. I told her everything. How it started. Why. How I felt when I controlled Alex. How I felt making love to him. One confession led to the next and I told her about all the girls too - Trina, Michelle, Melissa. Even Ryan. Even Beth. Everything.

When I finished, I felt drained and she looked more than a little stunned. "I'm gonna take off now." I said. She didn't stop me. I figured that was the end of it.

Two days later she called me. "How much of that little fairy tale is true? Any of it?"

"All of it."

"So, you are telling me that you are a dominant, bi-sexual, incestuous, sadomasochist with an oral fetish?"

Put that way, it almost sounded silly. "Sadist only. I have no tolerance for pain myself."

"Don't be cute." She sighed deeply. "Can I meet you for dinner?"

She came over; I cooked. We talked, mostly about what I told her. Then she opened up and told me why she was celibate. The abuse. The rape. I left the room when she finished and returned with refreshed drinks. It was the first time I understood impotent rage.

"You're not saying anything." She said softly.

After a minute I replied, "Please make very sure that I never meet this uncle."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not sure I won't try to kill him."

"You don't need to be so…"

"I'm not being anything but honest. I meet him, Yvette, so help me, I'm droppin' him like uh bad habit an' throwin' him in the bay. You know how long it takes ta find a body in the Chesapeake?"

"No."

"They don't. Body drifts out ta' the 'Lantic Ocean. If it don't get eaten first." She looked more than a little shocked. We sat in silence for a while. "He hurt you. I can't do anything about that. But I'll be damned if-n he evah get a chance ta touch you again." I was shaking. I think it might have been the maddest I've ever been - sitting there thinking about the asshole who would touch any child like that, never mind the woman I loved. I took a breath and tried to calm down. "I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, being so persistent. I didn't realize…"

"It's OK. It was kind of-" She looked away, blushing, "It was OK."

She was so beautiful. The idea that someone hurt her made me crazy. I was shocked by how strong the desire was to find him and beat the shit out of him. I could only think of two ways to relieve the stress of it and both were out of the question. I thought.

When she leaned over and kissed me, I was more than a little stunned. It was more passionate than any kiss we'd shared.

"Don't do that," I cautioned her when she let me up for air. "I'm not gonna want to let you go home If you do it again."

"I thought maybe I'd stay tonight."

She wanted me to make 'touch' OK for her. Make arousal a good thing. She wanted a memory to replace the old pain. I tried my best. I tried my damnedest to make her want me…it…sex…everything.

I let her lead me at her pace, tell me where to touch her and when. When she let me finally take her shirt off, I buried my face between her breasts. "Oh God. They're beautiful." I must have spent an hour worshiping them. Eventually, she lay me down on the floor and straddled me, topless. Heaven.

She took off my shirt and stroked my nipples as I gasped. Slowly, she explored me with her fingertips. "Oh, Christ. I want you so much." It was a struggle to keep my hands off her - not to just throw her down on the floor and have my way with her. Then I remembered where I was. I have facilities here. "Hey, let's go upstairs and do this right."

I took her to Granddad's room with the four-poster bed. I stripped and attached the pre-set handcuffs to my ankles and one wrist. "Like this, you can take as long as you want, do what ever you want. I can't touch you. I can't hurt you."

"You and Alex play some odd games," she said, still unsure.

"Alex has never cuffed me. No one has," I half smiled, "Actually, I hate this idea but I want you to feel totally safe, wholly in control."

She hesitated. She closed the last cuff. She kissed me. Then, she used me. She told me to tell her how it felt as she stroked me everywhere with her fingertips. I gasped when she pinched my nipples and then my scrotum. I tried to say useful, supportive things instead of groaning incoherently when she found a vibrator in one of the nightstands and began rubbing it in odd little places like behind my knees, under my armpits and at the small of my back. My eyes were closed when she stuck her nipple in my mouth but I sucked it greedily until she took it away. I begged. She gave it back. I tried to hold her only to be reminded that my hands were secured. She shuttered and fell against me. "Tell me that wasn't your first time ever." I whispered.

She curled up beside me and wept quietly for a few minutes. I couldn't do much to comfort her but it didn't last long. She started to doze.

I flexed my shoulder, "Hey, uh, you can't leave me like this all night."

"Kiss my ass." she murmured, "I'm comfy."

"I would love ta kiss yo' ass. Please." I licked my lips. "I'll kiss yo' ass, yo' pussy, yo' feet, yo' anything. Please."

"You are perverted little white boy, you know that?"

"You have no idea. But I promise, bring the phat ass up here and you will not regret it. What you felt a minute ago? Nothing. Nothing. I promise you. Lemme kiss that ass, please." I went on begging until she hesitantly climbed over me and sat on my face.

She was surprised by how wet my lips and tongue on the ass got her. And by how hard I got doing it. She made me beg - had fun making me beg - for her pussy but it was swampy wet when I buried my tongue in it. She came on contact, crying aloud and pulling away. I had to beg for her to come back again. I made her cum again before she collapsed on me. Her cheek and hair brushed against my cock making truth of the phrase 'hair trigger'.

"Oh God, Vette. Vette." I couldn't think of anything else.

We both fell asleep without un-cuffing me. She was frantic when she realized. I was tingly and shaky but not in danger of losing any limbs. I missed my morning swim.

"Whose room is this, anyway?" She asked as we rubbed the sensation back into my legs.

"My Grandfather's"

"Does he know what you do in here?"

"The handcuffs are his." She hadn't met Julius and Rachael yet.

She stayed the rest of the day. She kissed me again after dinner. "But in your room and without the cuffs," she whispered. "All that's kind of creepy."

I took her upstairs and slowly undressed her. Kissed down her neck and shoulders, across her collarbone. I rubbed my chest against hers. Carefully, I made my way up her body and back down again. Then I knelt in front of her.

She nearly fell over when my tongue stroked the hairy lips of her slit - I much prefer shaved but I wasn't about to point that out.

"Do you want me to do you?" She asked later when she was lying down and had breath enough to speak again.

"I want you to do what you want to do." Then I stopped, smiled and was more honest, "OK, yeah, I want you ta blow me but I don't want ta push you into anything you not ready for."

"Sometimes in therapy you have to push yourself," she mused, taking my cock in her hand.

I admit, she wasn't particularly good at handling me. It was a little awkward and after a while it was more me masturbating as she helped. She was a little upset about it. I cuddled with her under the blankets. "We'll practice. It's fine. I love you."

Over the next few months, she got better. Much better. Especially after she realized that she was past her own fears. We did not have intercourse - but oral and manual was enough to keep us both happy. I let her be in control. Always.

"Come home with me for Easter," I said.

"Easter?"

"Yeah. We can sail down an' back. Meet my parents - meet the infamous Alex. Go down Saturday morning, come back Sunday after supper."

"OK," she agreed, almost shyly.

My Uncle, Capt. Ed, met us at the Georgetown waterfront that Saturday at 7:30am. Alex, Jean and Joan made up the crew. He snapped orders at the three of them with little patience. "Damned kids," he muttered a lot. Yvette won him over when she volunteered to clean the deck with the rest of us.

Alex and I stole a moment together. "I told her about us," I confessed. "I know, I should have asked you first but-"

"Hey, you the Dom, right?" he shrugged casually. "Tell who you want." Half an hour later, I saw the two of them having a quiet conversation on the bow.

"What was that about?" I asked, later, after dinner, after she made my father laugh so hard he had a coughing fit.

"I told him that I knew about you two and that I was OK with it. That you don't have to stop because of me."

I didn't ask then, but that's when I knew I would ask her to marry me. From that weekend on, we became 'PeVette'.

London was amazing - not because I made the Olympic team again. I actually expected to do that. Not because I won the silver in 1500 freestyle and 25k open water . Because in between them, Yvette and I made love for the first time. "I love you," she said. "I'm so proud of you. Come here." After that, I almost didn't make it to the next competition. I didn't want to let her go, didn't want to stop making love to her. If she hadn't finally pushed me out of the bed, I wouldn't have.

We went home. And that's when we hit our first rocky patch.

Although she stayed over often enough, I hadn't let her move in. In the first place, it's not my house - it's Granddad's - and in the second, I didn't want to go through another 'Ryan' like scene if we broke up. But she did stay over a lot. And we were snuggled on the couch about two weeks after the Olympics when the door literally flew open and the army arrived.

"Hey Peter." "Hey Vette." Jean and Joan's voices always overlapped each other. They were followed by Alex and my sister Beth and foster-cousin Joseph. Behind them all was my Grandfather.

"Sorry fo' the lack uh warnin'."

"Hey, no problem. I got your message this morning…"

"…Message?…" Yvette didn't sound pleased.

"…so I made sure there were clean sheets everywhere."

"Fine, fine. An' how are you Miss Yvette? Been some time since I seen ya."

"I'm fine, sir. Peter, may I speak to you in the kitchen?"

I bottom-lined the discussion for her. It's his house. He can came and go as he pleases. She stayed in her dorm room the whole week while my cousins visited the DC metro area colleges. Alex was already accepted to George Mason at the time so he and I spent most of the week wandering around campus. I found a pair of nipple clamps that didn't show too obviously through his shirt and made him wear them all day. They were adjustable so I made sure they were tight enough to hurt but not at risk of doing any permanent damage. We even stole a lunch hour with the house to ourselves. I beat him 'til his ass turned red then let him suck me until I came down his throat. By the end of the week, I was sorry to see him go.

But I was glad when things returned to normal with Yvette. A month later, Alex moved in to the house permanently. A month after that, I couldn't stand it any longer.

I made a production out of it. I bought a ring - a ridiculous one. One month's salary for me is close to $5,000 - if I average the full year and not just my stipend. I bought her a rock the size of Gibraltar. Then, in the middle of a swim meet, I got the line of competitors to hold up signs: Yvette - Will - You - Marry - Me - ? - Peter. I knelt at the eighth start with the ring until she came down from the stands and kissed me. To thunderous applause. I told her later that I wouldn't accept her real answer for a week - I didn't want her to feel pressured by such a public display. A week later, she asked when she could move in.

We didn't even need to rent a van. Yvette had so little stuff, Alex and I moved it in just our cars. Alex was amazingly cool about the whole thing. But our first night together, I got a shock.

"So when is Alex moving out?" she asked me.

"What?"

"Alex. I mean, he's not going to live with us. Right?"

"This is his house." I sat up and looked at her. "I can't just throw him out."

"How are we going to have any privacy with him around?"

I shrugged. In all honesty, as close as my family is, the thought never even occurred to me. "I don't know. We just will. He's not going to spy on us. He'll have his own life."

She didn't say anything else.

After classes start, things got busy. I swam six mornings a week so I was out by 5am. Alex and Vette got a morning routine that worked for them without me. Vette and I usually met for lunch. Alex got home most nights by 7pm; that moved to 9pm after he made the football team. Saturday, Vette and I went to the home games or watched the away games on ESPN and Sunday was church. Somewhere in-between all that, I found time to spank Alex about twice a week. We re-established nearly all the rules. He reverted to calling me 'Sir' in private. He did most of the cooking.

For Christmas, Granddad gave us the key to the basement storeroom. The door marked "No Admittance. The playroom. Inside we found a massage table with an adjustable slant and six pairs of handcuffs. There was a freestanding frame to which cuffs could be attached, leaving the victim standing up. And a dresser with a drawer full of feathers, vibrators and liquid latex. I love my Grandfather. For Alex's Christmas gift, I gave him an on-line gift certificate. He promptly went shopping at a bondage warehouse and filled the second dresser drawer with whips, clips, chains and anything else he thought he could talk me into using on him. The first day I could get Yvette out of the house, Alex and I spent five hours in there. We used everything at least once. Alex would have screamed if I hadn't gagged him.

For Yvette's Christmas gift, I gave her earrings and a pendant to match her engagement ring.

Dec 28th, the three of us were back in Falls Church from a brief trip to Reedville, in the living room, in front of the fireplace, when Vette cleared her throat. "Peter? You haven't mentioned that I didn't give you a gift."

I shrugged. I had just assumed that it was a budget thing. I hadn't wanted to draw attention to it.

"I noticed." Alex said with his usual lack of tact.

"Alex." I watched him respond to command form. "Out."

He starts to leave the room but Yvette stopped him.

"I want him to stay. This is sort of for both of you. All of us." He sat. "OK. Um. Well. OK." She laughed self-consciously. "This is harder than I thought."

"I'm not pressed about a gift, Honey." I put my arms around her. "You're here every morning. That's gift enough."

"Well, I know that things aren't the same between you when I'm around."

I looked at Alex; he shrugged. "Things are fine. What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, he doesn't call you 'sir' around me."

"He doesn't call me 'sir' around anyone. I'm surprised you know he calls me that."

"I've overheard it a couple times. Usually you two are alone. But you do it around Beth. And your Grandfather. Jean and Joan."

"Oh." I hadn't actually noticed that. "They're different, I guess. They all know about us."

"I know."

She had a point.

Alex nodded begrudgingly. "Sir, I kinda don't do stuff around her. I mean, I didn't know if she'd be comfortable with it."

"You don't trust me," Vette said simply.

"Of course, we trust you," I snap, just as Alex concedes, "Not really, I guess."

"I want to earn your trust Alex." Vette looked at me. "That's what I want to give you for Christmas. Alex's trust."

"Excuse me?" I had no idea what she meant. I wasn't sure how she'd even accomplish such a thing.

"Alex," she said, taking his hand, "you trust Beth because you've shared more than just a few intimate moments with her - I mean that's part of it, right?"

He looked thoughtful, then nodded, "That ain't the only reason but, I mean, yeah, I knew she was cool after that."

"So do you think you'd feel a little more comfortable with me if we shared something more intimate?"

Alex stopped then and feral grin spread across his face. "Yeah, I could see that."

I did not like where the conversation was going. "Yvette, you don't know Alex. This is not a good idea."

"Peter, relax, I'm OK with this. And anyway, I think I know your libido pretty well at this point. Tell me the truth - you want to watch me and Alex, don't you."

Desperately. "It's not a question of what I want. The problem is that you don't know what you are asking. Alex will - Vette, Alex will - no. No. Out of the question."

"Actually, Peter," she nearly cooed, "I didn't ask you."

"He doesn't get a vote."

She went clinical on me. "Alex is a mentally stable, adult. He's not in jail and you are not his parent. I would think he's capable of making his own decisions."

"He's not," I snap. I saw Alex's jaw tighten. That was not what I meant. I sighed deeply. "I mean, yes, Alex of course you can make your own decisions. Look, I trust you, OK? But, Vette, you an' Alex have - have different tastes, OK? Look -"

"Alex," she asked, still holding his hand, "I don't like pain but I am attracted to you. Do you think you could be gentle with me?"

"I can do gentle," he said grinning. He looked at me, "If you say yes, sir."

She turned his face back to her. "What do you say?"

He hesitated. "I'm the submissive." He explained. "I've done damn near everything he's told me ta do since I's 15. I wanna fuck you hard. I'm willing to slow down. But I won't even kiss you good night less he says I can."

She stares at both of us in turn. "How do you think either of you can have a normal relationship like this?"

"We don't," I answered.

"I ain't normal, no way."

"Alex has a problem with the concepts of 'consent' and 'limits'," I pointed out. "He thinks everyone is willing to go as far as he is. But they aren't. Are they, Alex?"

"No sir." He took a deep breath.

"How many times have you used your safe word, Alex?"

He had to think for a minute then shrugged, "I don't know. Four, five. There'bout."

"So you don't push too hard," Vette countered.

"Oh no," Alex chuckled, "I got me uh collection of permanent scars. He stuck me in the scrotum with a fishhook once 'cause I said I could take it. Hurt so bad I couldn't cum without flinching for two months." Her eyes widened. "He fucked my ass - dry - with a water bottle once. Had ta wear adult diapers 'til my rectum healed. That sucked."

"Oh my god." She looked faint.

"Hey, it's cool. I got a safe word, right? He ain't made me say it in years."

It took a second but then she gots it. "You like being abused like that? What did he do that made you say it?"

"Couple things. Some of it's stupid - like I won't run laps. I won't just beat down somebody else. I mean another pain slut, cool, but not just violence for shit's sake. But he can do anything to me." He looked at me, that puppy dog look that freaks me out still. "Anything. Always."

"But I don't." I hated that look. I hate that look still. I hate the ownership it implies.

"Alex," Yvette looked at me, "What will you do when Peter and I get married?"

"Oh, I'm cool. I'll follow the rules 'til I find a new Dom. No problem."

Alex couldn't always follow the rules with me in control. Suddenly, I saw where Yvette is going with all this. Alex needed a Dominant and if he couldn't use me, he ran a very strong risk of doing something stupid. Very stupid, knowing Alex. I sat down next to Yvette. "Hon, I don't want you hurt in all this. I…"

She stopped me. "I've been thinking about it. You need this outlet too, you know. And you can't do what you do with him with me."

"Oh hell no!" Alex laughed, "Sir, she is so right. You so need a sub."

I wanted to argue that point but in truth, I couldn't. Alex was - is - going to be a part of my life forever. I knew that. I hadn't considered him being a part of Yvette's. "Are you sure about this?"

"No." I opened my mouth but she didn't let me start. "No-one can be sure of something like this until they try it. So let's just try it. OK?"

I looked at both of them. If this worked, I was about to be one lucky bastard. I would have them both - comfortably, happily. "Alex. New rule. If Yvette says 'stop' you stop - no argument, no delay. You stop cold. Clear?"

"Yes, Sir." He held my eyes and I knew he meant it. I leaned forward and kissed him softly. When I pulled back, Yvette was looking a little embarrassed.

"I've never seen you two do that."

"Did you want to?" The idea slowly dawned on me. Yvette had been a bit shy about voicing her own fantasies. "Do you want to watch us?" She bit her lip.

"Oh, yeah." Alex caught it. "You totally wanna watch him do me, don't you. You are so all about watchin' us." She blushed and Alex kept teasing. "Usually, he spanks my ass 'cause that gets me really hot really fast. But sometimes, he wants ta watch me suffer all day so like before he leaves in the morning, he like leave a pair uh nipple clamps on my dresser an' I'll put 'em on - it's like havin' somebody pinch you all day. I'm usually rock hard before I get ta class but I'm not allowed ta relieve myself, right? So by the time I get home, I would do anything for him to let me cum." She shifted in her seat and I could see her nipples were pushing through her shirt. "He never lets me cum the first time I ask. Never. So I just have ta hold back. Mostly, he keeps pushin' me so I - you ever heard the term 'dry cum'? - it's worse than the regular. I can't breathe, hell, half the time I can't even groan. This electrical shock just kinda fries all my nerves at once. It's amazing. Afterward I just wanna collapse but guess what? I'm still hard. An' he'll do that two, three, four times before he lets me blow. He makes me beg for it."

I didn't know how this was affecting her but I was so hard I was thinking about skipping any foreplay and ramming him up the ass. Which he would have love but might have been a bit much for Vette.

"You wanna watch him do that to me?"

"Uh." She licked her lips and swallowed hard. "Uh."

"Or," Alex was enjoying this immensely. I could see the tent in his pants. "Or he can do what he used to when we was in high school. He tell you 'bout that?" She shook her head. "He'd pick uh girl - a nice one - maybe he was datin' her, maybe not. But he'd tell me 'Make her cum. If-n she can walk, you ain't finished.' Then we'd both do her. One girl passed out, she came so hard." He put one finger on her knee and stroked her thigh. "He once blindfolded me an' made me eat anything put in my mouth. Everythin' tasted like cum for a week." He fairly oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of her. "I so wanna taste you. Please. Now. Please."

She hesitated but only because she could barely breathe let alone speak so I jumped in. "I don't think you've convinced her you can do the job. You'd better beg for it." The only thing more intoxicating than listening to Alex beg is listening to him beg desperately.

"Oh God. I see you every day and all I wanna do is lick your feet. Suck your toes. Nibble - softly, honestly - up your legs. I dream about you shoving that ass in my face. I'll lick it clean. I wanna. Use me please. Lemme have yo' drawers. I could so rub your scent all over my face - I'll lick 'em clean. An' if you let me please, please, please. I promise I won't stop til you cum so much you can't cum anymore. I wanna just crawl up inside you an' suck all yo' pussy. I don't even care if you on - I'll suck the tampon outta you. Just please lemme lick that pussy, please -" Yvette shuttered and groaned and Alex sniffed loudly. "Oh fuck! You smell so good. Please I'll make it good. I'll make it last all night. I'll make it -"

"Alex." I said it softly but he stopped. "Yvette, you want me ta let him do it?" I kissed her; she nearly went wild. "He's very good."

"Oh God," she gasped.

"Alex." I loved it. I absolutely loved watching them. "You get ten with the whip for every time she comes. Make her scream and I'll let you do me."

"Oh yes Sir." Alex moaned and started with Yvette's feet.

She giggled and cooed and he slowly, carefully worked her over. I kissed her neck and her lips and watched her face as he moved closer and closer to her more sensitive areas. She got nervous when his finger spread the cheeks of her ass but I kissed her again and tried to hold her still as Alex proceeds to tease two orgasms from her. He retreated to her thighs for a few minutes, giving her a moment to recover.

"Oh. Oh. Oh my God. That was…" she was having trouble focusing.

"He's not done yet," I whispered. I was so hard I was aching.

"Oh no. I can't take…" her words trailed off into something inarticulate and I looked down to see Alex, whimpering, as he sucked her clit. I could smell her from where I was.

"We gonna do this again tomorrow," I sighed in her ear "only I'm gonna be the one eatin' you." Another orgasm shook her and I reached over and played with her nipples. "Hey, you know what Alex wants right now? Besides you to cum again and again? He wants ta get fucked. He always wants to get fucked. Watch."

But before I could get up, he was begging again. "May I cum Sir? Oh God, please, let me cum, Sir."

"No." I said flatly. "How many has she had?"

"Uh, four, Sir." His eyes were closed and I could see him trying to pull himself back off the edge.

"That's all?" I said. She groaned, "That's All?" and I got up. I slapped his ass sharply, "Back ta work, boy." He had to pull himself off the edge again. I hurried upstairs and found the flavored lube. Then I stood behind Alex and got Vette's attention. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. I opened my pants. She groaned and came again.

"Sir, please!" Alex hissed.

"No." I said, reaching around him to undue his buckle, "Keep eating." I slipped on a condom and lubed my fingers. Alex all but screamed when I shove them in. I didn't give him long to adjust to them before I pulled them out and shoved my cock in instead. He came, shaking and growling. Then he nearly attacked Yvette's pussy. I slowly rode Alex while he ate her. After a few minutes, I realize that her feet were on his shoulders. I lifted one of them and sucked her toes. She whimpered. He whimpered. I groaned. I lost track of time; we could have been like that for fifteen minutes or fifteen hours.

I just knew that suddenly I wanted to come. I sped up my strokes. Alex swore. I could see his head moving franticly between Vette's legs. Her hands were balled up tightly in his hair. I smiled to myself - everyone loved pulling Alex's hair. The thought didn't last long though. The desire to let loose pushed me. I wanted them both to go over the edge with me.

"Alex." I growled. "Now."

I don't know what he did, but Yvette screamed. When she did, my balls unloaded and I found myself unable to do anything but grit my teeth and groan. Alex was shaking between us. I could feel his rectum clenching around me making it hard to come down again.

We all sort of collapsed on each other. After a very hazy few minutes Vette said, "Oh God. I can't move."

Alex and I both chuckled. "OK, Alex. You done."

We were a little family for six months. Yvette and I opened a joint bank account to save for the wedding and a house. I likely could have paid for them outright - and certainly, the family could have - but Yvette wanted our lives together to start on our joint footing. I couldn't argue the logic. I was wrestling with my own inner demons as I realize slowly that while I did want to move back to Reedville when I graduated, I didn't want to work for the fishery. The problem was that I didn't know what I wanted to do. Something around water would be nice, but there aren't a lot of jobs for a full-time swimmer.

So, I admit, I was more distracted and probably more short tempered than usual.

Our living arrangements had settled in nicely. Yvette and I shared a room on the left side of the house. Alex used the guest room on the right across from Granddad's. Yvette got used to Granddad and Grandma Rachael's infrequent but usually unscheduled visits - often with Caesar and Willow in tow. Vette adored Caesar and Willow almost as much as they loved her. I loved watching her with them and imagining her with our kids.

Sitting in the backyard with her and them running around, I stretched out and put my head in her lap. "Hey?"

She gave me a peck on the lips. "Hay is for horses. What?"

"When are we gonna pick uh date for this wedding and have a pair of those of our own?"

"Well, after we both graduate…."

"In six years?"

"I want to finish my doctorate first, yes."

"We can get married now. I can wait for kids for a couple years."

"I want a real wedding, not five minutes in front of a judge."

I sat up. "OK, so we'll have a real wedding. But there's no need to wait until we graduate."

"There's also no reason to rush." She glanced away from me "Caesar! Get down off of that. Don't make me come over there." I looked over my shoulder to see him climbing down from the tool shed. "I don't know how he even gets up there," She murmured before, turning back to me. "Nothing will change when we get married except our insurance rate and that would go down if you'd slow down."

"I like fast cars and fast women." I looped my arm around her and pulled her down on top of me. She yelped and laughed.

"Peter! Behave or I'll call for help!"

"Yeah? From where?"

"Willow!" she yelled with a big grin, "Caesar! Help me tickle Uncle Peter!" I heard the running, squealing, from across the yard. Moments later, I was on the bottom of the pile as three set of hand tried to find my ticklish spots. Fortunately for me, only one of them knew where those were.

She deflected the date discussion every time it came up with the same logic. Since nothing will change - we already live together, we're already having sex, we're not having kids 'til after graduation, there was no need to get married. I had a need. I wanted to.

I will admit, as well, that that did not make me any more patient on the subject.

During summer semester, Alex went home. I wanted to, but decided instead to take a summer class or two - largely because that was what Vette was planning. I did leave a standing invitation for anyone in the family who wanted to come hang out for a few days. Beth came through with Darrell. We got trashed in the back yard one night laughing about the fact that two rural white kids found love with two urban black kids.

"He know?" I asked her. She knew what I was asking.

"No." She took another swallow. "I'm not tellin' him either. What about Vette?"

"Everything." I cleared my throat. "You should tell him. That's not the kind of thing he should find out by accident."

"It's not the kinda thin' he need ta find out."

I started to speak - to order her to tell him - but I stopped and swallowed the words. Beth never was my sub and it wasn't my place to tell her what to do.

"You two need some alone time," Darrell poked his head out of the back door, "Or can uh brothuh join you?"

I liked Darrell; I waved him over. In all honesty, in other circumstances, I would seriously have pushed the idea of a four-way. But Beth wanted our relationship in the past and Vette was still a bit hesitant when it came to new sexual experiences. Suddenly, I wished Alex were there.

But Darrell was - is - a nice guy and he made Beth happy. From what she'd told me, he was the only one who'd managed to make her 'Happy', so he'd actually have to be physically abusive for me to say anything bad about him. Vette joined us and the four of us talked quietly on the back lawn.

After, I took Vette back to our room and kissed the back of her neck. She groaned softly, "Oh, bed now. Sleepy. Sex, morning."

"Sex now. Then sleep. Then sex morning." I slipped my hands under her shirt and massaged her truly mammoth breasts. I loved her breasts. They're real - not pert, not firm but soft and pendulous and pillow-like. Touching them made me want to kiss them. I peeled her shirt off.

"Peter, stop." She pulled away from me, "Jesus! No wonder you sleep with everyone you meet. You're insatiable!"

"OK, A, I'm not insatiable - I just love you. And B, I do not sleep with everyone I meet."

"So I didn't see you leer at Darrell?"

I had to grin at that, "OK, yes, I did check out his ass. What, you don't think he's uh good lookin' guy?"

She pulled a nightgown over those luscious tits, meaning that I was unlikely to get lucky tonight. "That's not my point." I striped and climbed into bed with her. She turned off the light, "You really need to look into this. You're not just highly sexed, Peter, you're highly over-sexed."

"What does that even mean?"

"You keep two lovers on call at a time. Doesn't that seem a little excessive to you?"

"No, it doesn't."

"No?" She turned the light back on. "What is the longest you have ever gone without sex?"

"Vette!" I reached over her to get the light but she blocked me. "Oh, come on. I have no idea. Come on, it's late. If we're not gonna fool around, then let's get some sleep."

"How long?"

"I don't know." I stopped and thought about it. "I'm guessing you mean longer than a day or so." Then I really thought about it. I honestly couldn't remember going a week, a full week without have sex of some kind. "I don't know, probably a week and before you moved in. OK?"

"Not OK. You know the average couple has sex 2-3 times a week. You try for daily."

"So? You don't let me daily so we're probably about average."

"Yes but you have Alex - which is a sexual outlet for you, don't say he's not - and you're with him 2-3 times a week, which means you're really 4-6 times a week or almost daily."

"I do not like where this conversation is going. Nor do I appreciate the implication that I'm some kinda sex manic. You want me ta back off, fine. Sorry."

She shook her head. "You'll just turn to Alex more often." She put her hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. "Look, this isn't about me or Alex. It's about you and why you seem to crave so much physical attention. I mean, I know your Mother…."

"What the hell? This is about my Mother?"

"Peter, calm down. I don't mean she did anything to harm you…"

"What, is this analysis now? My Mother is uh hell of uh woman an' it's a wonder she didn't slit her wrists before I was born. If I got uh problem, it ain't 'cause uh her."

"OK. OK! Your Mother's a saint. Sorry I said something." She smacked the light switch and rolled away from me leaving me plenty of space.

I couldn't sleep. I didn't crave physical attention. And yet, even as I was thinking that, I wanted to turn around and hold her. I thought it was because I loved her and even when we argued, I wanted to hold her. I didn't think that was unusual but I fought the urge. I passed a rotten night.

I was irritable most of the next morning. I was irritable most of the next month when Yvette decided to cut me off just to see if I had an addiction or a habit.

I spent a lot more time at the gym. In fact, I took a part-time job as a lifeguard when I learned they were looking for one. As an added bonus, a couple parents asked me to teach their kids to swim. It was a lot of fun and I seemed to be pretty good at it.

It did not ease the tension mounting at home.

Yvette started sleeping in the guest room.

"How long we gonna play this game?" I asked her one night as we passed in the hall.

"Until you agree to speak to a professional." She closed the door firmly.

July 1st, we packed up the car and drove to Reedville. It was a very long, silent, two-hour drive - made that much longer when I got a damn speeding ticket. As we pulled up to my parent's house, Vette said, "Using Alex instead of me simply proves my point, you know."

"Fuck you and fuck your point." I snapped. I know I slammed several doors getting into the house, getting a beer from the fridge and joining my Dad and brother on the back porch. July 4th should have been fun. Instead, I made it a nightmare for everyone.

Alex pulled me aside out front at Granddad house, "No offence, Sir, but what the fuck is your problem?" I hit him in the back of the head hard enough for him to flinch. He looked around, "Listen, if you wanna take a drive, an' y'know, relax, I don't think anyone's gonna mind."

Loosely translated, that meant, if I wanna take him somewhere and beat him 'til my arm got tired, he didn't mind. I could take him some place quiet and fuck him. I'd probably feel better.

Of course, that would have proven her point.

"Do you think I'm over-sexed?" I asked him.

"Compared to who?" he laughed, "I can't exactly judge. I've been working through all my old high school girlfriends…"

"Rules?"

"Whatever their rule was back then." I nodded, "Anyway, I mean you get a lotta play. That ain't bad."

"But do I do too much? Am I - do I have a problem with sex?"

"You ain't never had a 'problem' with sex." He cooed in my ear.

"Alex."

"OK! Jeez! Switch ta decaf. You so totally need ta get laid. What is the deal?"

I turned but stopped myself when I realized that I was about to take a swing at him. Instead, I started walking toward the gazebo. He followed me. Once inside, I sat in the armchair and let him give me a neck rub.

"Vette, thinks that maybe I'm too hung up on sex." I finally sighed. "She's sleeping in the other room til I agree to see a therapist."

"So see one."

I looked at him, "I don't have a problem."

"OK. See the therapist and let him tell her that."

It was an appallingly simple answer. I was just too stubborn to do it.

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex."

"Sir, you so don't have to convince me. I totally love the fact that you are always on."

I looked at him again, "What does that mean?"

"Peter, chill! You ready when I'm ready. I think that's cool. That's all. Relax!"

We sat in silence for a while. His hands actually began to make a dent in the tension in my neck and shoulders. "I've been a dick all day today, haven't I?"

"Yep. A real peter."

"I suppose we should get back to the house before we miss the fireworks."

"Unless you wanna make our own."

I smiled at the idea. I kissed his hand. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on that." We headed back to the house.

I cornered Yvette and apologized for living up to my name. "You pick someone and make an appointment and I'll go." She kissed me for the first time in weeks.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough. The fireworks over the river were pretty cool.

But Yvette wouldn't let me touch her that night. "Think of how sweet it will be when we get home. I feel kind of weird doing it in your parent's house."

"Trust me, that knocking you hear in the distance is either my parents, my sister or both. You don't need to feel weird about sex in this house."

"But I do." She looked at me pensively and I backed down.

"OK, Honey. Sorry. Can we cuddle, at least? Come here." I pulled her into my arms and held her comfortably, warmly next to me. That ripe ass pressed against me, those luscious tits resting on my arm. I woke with an aching erection. She sent me off to have a cold shower. For the rest of the weekend, every time I found myself reaching for her, I reminded myself how sweet it was going to be when we get home. I still have never been driven so crazy in my life. I wanted her so much, I couldn't think straight. I let her drive home because I wasn't sure I could.

"Do we need groceries?" I asked as we neared the house. We didn't. "Any dry cleaning we need to pick up? Any other little errands?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

"Because once I get you in that house, we ain't leavin' fo' uh while."

She gave me a sidelong look as she blushed deeply. "Stop that."

"I'm just sayin'. I hope you weren't planning to walk anywhere anytime soon."

"Now, see? That's just excessive."

"What? That I want you to thoroughly enjoy being with me?"

"That you think I only enjoy it if I'm utterly worn out."

"Don't you?"

"No, actually." She glanced at me. "I mean, I enjoy being with you, but I'd like to be able to do something else with my day after we have sex. Sometimes that 'if she can move, you ain't done' policy is overkill. One orgasm is sometimes enough."

I stared at her as we pulled into the driveway. "You don't enjoy being with me?"

"That's not what I said. I said I prefer what you tend to consider a 'quickie' where we make love and we both climax but I can move after we're done."

"So like now, right now," She started to put her key in the front door but I stopped her, "I wanna go in, take the phone off the hook and make love 'til sunrise tomorrow. You don't want to do that?"

She looked away and pursed her lips, "I want to be with you, yes."

"But you don't want all that. You just want five, ten minutes and then, what, check your e-mails?"

"Yeah, actually. See what snail mail has come in. Make a little light dinner later. And maybe - maybe - make love again, gently, reasonably again before bed. What is wrong with that?" She looked hard at me.

I took her keys and opened the door, "Nothing. Nothing at all." I kept my voice level. This was not something that needed a screaming match. "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do."

I dropped her keys on the hall table and pulled her upstairs. In our room, I practically yanked her into my arms and kissed her. I'd been waiting for that kiss for so long and apparently - despite her concerns - so had she. Her lips were warm and soft and I couldn't get enough of them as we undressed each other. Not, at least, until I got her bra off and moved my lips downward. Her hands began working on my pants. Mine started working on hers. When I got them off her, I pushed her on the bed and ate her. She was so wet. I tried to lick all of her at once. I felt rushed - like I was wasting her time. She tasted so good; I wanted to stay there for hours. Instead, I stopped when she came the first time.

I kissed her as I climbed onto the bed and striped the last of my clothes. I slid into her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I loved it when she did that. She felt so good, I just wanna do that all day. But she had things to do. Actually, it had been so long that part of me really just wanted to pound her like a jackhammer. For once, I did. She was the one who said one orgasm's enough. She's the one with the busy schedule. I was just the guy with the dick. Hopefully, the guy with the dick that didn't take too much time out of her day. Too soon I felt my balls let loose. I heard her cry out; so I guess she got two despite my best efforts.

We lay there panting. I felt drained but not satisfied. "Was that good?" I asked her when I had my breath back.

"Peter…" she protested with a sigh.

"Was it enough?" I rephrased the question.

"Yes. Sweetheart, it was wonderful. You always make me feel good. Was it good for you?"

"Of course." I lied, kissing her. I even smiled. Then I grinned. "Dibs on the bathroom." I sprang off the bed and made a dash for it. I heard her slipper hit the door behind me.

A week later, I patiently explained to her quack that I was not a sex-a-holic and that Yvette and I had worked out our differences.

"And what about needs outside the relationship with Yvette?"

I reminded myself, again, that this man was Yvette's personal therapist.

"I don't have any needs outside of my relationship with Yvette."

"What about the incestuous relationship - your cousin? Sister?"

"Both, at one point actually." I sneered, "I am a red-neck from Verginny." He didn't look amused. "Beth and I no longer have a physical relationship and haven't in several years. Alex is not outside my relationship with Yvette."

"Did you end things with Beth or did she?"

I could not imagine what that had to do with anything. "Mutual consent. We never officially sat down and said 'we're stopping now' any more than we consciously decided to start. We just don't."

"So if circumstances were different, you would still be seeing her?"

"I have never understood that question. If circumstances were different, circumstances would be different. I don't know what I would be doing. Probably not. She's in college in Boston, I'm here. If things were different, we likely wouddna got inta the whole mess." I cleared my throat and took a breath. "What happened with Beth and I was…unexpected. And unique. But not romantic. I'm not in love with my sister. Is that what Yvette's worried about? That every time we go visit my family, I'm going to sleep with my sister?"

"We're not talking about Yvette now. Are you concerned about that?"

I wanted to pound this guy so much my arm was twitching. "No," I said, trying to remain calm, "I'm not. My sister is a very attractive young woman but I think I have broken the habit of banging her on the odd weekend. Even if I hadn't, she's seeing a guy now who'd break me - or any other rival - in half. I love Yvette, I want to bang Yvette. Do I sound like I'm hung up on my sister?"

"You sound a little stressed."

I took another deep breath. "Yeah. What else did you want to discuss?"

"What do you want to discuss?" 'Your head going through that window.' I caught myself thinking. The beauty of being Alex - he would have tried that already. "Tell me about Alex. That's your cousin?"

"Yes." I knew coming in that this discussions was going to happen. I had to steel myself. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, why?"

"Why what?" I couldn't believe how much I detested this man.

"Why do you do what you do? Why to him? Why with him?"

"Alex is a submissive by nature and a masochist by preference. He discovered this in high school. He needed someone he could trust to help him figure this out. We've always been close; this just made sense at the time."

"And your family knows about it?"

I swallowed my first response. I planned to have a long talk with Yvette about keeping my confidence confident. "Very specific members of my family know. My Grandfather, for instance. Alex was…injured and needed someone to speak to the football coach. Granddad's an attorney and agreed to put the matter under attorney/client privilege."

"Did he?"

"Yes, right after he charged his 16 year old grandson a $300 retainer fee." I glanced at the clock. I promised Yvette I'd stay the full hour. I had another 20 minutes to go. "So he knows. He never approved but we didn't ask him to and, the way Alex is, we likely woulda done it even if-n he tol' us to stop." I can hear my accent creeping back into my voice and clear my throat. "At any rate, my sister used to spend a lot of time with Alex and I and just figured it out. My cousins learned about Alex's fetish and guessed about our relationship. To my knowledge, no one else actually knows."

"I see." He flipped a few pages in his notes, "You said that Alex was not outside your relationship with Yvette. What did you mean by that?"

I knew I was sneering again, "Oh, surly she told you that three-way sex with Alex was her idea."

"She's a full participant? The S/M activities, the bondage?"

"Well, no, of course not. I wouldn't ask her to do that and wouldna let her if-n she tried. I'm not trying to damage her. But she's the one who suggested quote unquote normal sex with him and she's initiated it on more than one occasion."

"Not you, not him?"

"I don't want her doing anything she not comfortable with and Alex isn't allowed."

"Allowed?"

I sighed and looked at the clock again. Ten minutes more. Ten minutes and I could tell Yvette what she and her God Damn Quack could do and where they could go to do it. "Yes. Allowed. Alex is the submissive, I'm the Dominant. I allow him to do some things and forbid him others. Some of it is arbitrary. Some of it is to control some of his bad habits, for instance, he has a no swearing rule because if you don't watch him, he has a mouth like a sailor. Some rules are to make sure he doesn't turn sadomasochist on someone who won't like it or who will really hurt him. He has a high tolerance for abuse. If someone doesn't watch out for him, he really will allow himself to be damaged. He's under orders that no one can do anything to him that I haven't already done. These sorts of rules are how D/s relationships work. I can recommend a list of websites that outline the nature of these things in detail if you are unfamiliar with them."

"I am familiar with a range of fetish lifestyle choices. Why have you chosen to include Yvette in this arrangement knowing that she will never be a full participant?"

"Look, Alex is not a permanent thing. The truth is, I hate being his master and he knows it. Both of us are looking forward to the day that he has someone stable in his life he can trust to do what he really wants - because I won't. He's…" I shrugged, "I love the guy. I'm not gonna draw blood. Not intentionally. Alex has two permanent marks from me. One was an accident. One's a tattoo that he begged for because he wanted something permanent."

"Really. What did he want?"

"He wanted a whip and chains on his forearm but that not what he got."

The quack actually cracked a smile. "What did he get?"

"He doesn't know. I had it placed at the base of his spine where it hurt the most to put it but he can't actually see it. It's a St. Andrew medal. He's the patron saint of fishermen. It made sense at the time."

"I can see that." He scribbled a few more notes. "So when do you and Alex end this?"

"The day after he tells me he's found a new Dominant."

"The day after?"

"Gives me time ta pack up Alex's toys an' give them to the new guy. Him or her."

When I got home, the fight Yvette and I had was pretty spectacular. I wound up sleeping on the couch. We made up a few days later. I didn't let her out of bed until I counted five. She could walk, but not steadily.

A couple weeks after that, Alex came back for the new school year.

"Alex?" Yvette had been a bit timid all day so I knew she had something on her mind.

"Yeah?"

"Would you do something for me?"

"Sure." He hadn't even paused chewing but I knew I wasn't gonna like whatever came next.

"Would you talk to a therapist for me?" He actually looked up at that and I put my fork down.

"Yvette -" I started but he talked over me.

"Cool. When?"

Yvette looked at me but if Alex was willing anyway, I figured I might as well go along with it. She likely would never let it drop if I didn't. I went back to eating but I'd lost all appetite already.

"Fine. Uh, anytime. When's good for you?"

They worked out the details. Later, he tried to discuss it with me but I shut him down. "It's cool. Do what you want." I kissed him because I knew my tone was pretty harsh. "Really, it's cool." He shrugged and went back to watching the game.

Every morning, I still swim at five am. When Alex was around, I stopped by his room and left him instructions for the day. Most mornings it was just a standing order not to be a walking hazard. Some days, though, I left him anything from a reminder about the dry cleaning to a butt plug to wear all day.

That next morning, I left a pair of nipple rings. They were non-piercing kind but they were a size too small. If he wore them a few hours, his nipples would be sore tomorrow. All day and they'd actually chafe. I also left a pair of girl's silk thongs and a cock ring. By the time he got home that night, he'd be so hard, he'll have trouble standing upright. I'd made him wear the cock ring all day before - he was bruised. Only a masochist would tolerate it.

I tormented Alex like that for nearly a week before he confronted me, "Is this 'cause I said I'd talk to the damn therapist?"

"Why? I thought you liked pain."

"You are such a dick," he griped but I knew the truth; he loved being tortured. "I am so breakin' uh rule tonight."

Alex went to visit Yvette's quack. I did not ask what they discussed. I didn't care.

Yvette and I were down to brief sex, maybe twice a week. I had not actually touched Alex since he's returned.

The week after fall classes started, I received a phone call.

"This Dr. Bankert," Yvette's quack. "I wanted to ask if you would be willing to come to Yvette's session next week. I'd like Alex to come as well, if you think this concerns him."

"If I think what concerns him?"

"Your relationship with Yvette."

I agreed to think about it. I was still thinking about it the morning of the appointment. I went see the quack with Yvette. I told Alex to wait in the lobby.

He shook my hand, "Thank you for joining us, Peter."

"Alex is outside," Yvette said pointedly, frowning. "He really should be here."

The quack looked at me in askance. "I wanted him nearby in case this did involve him."

He nodded, "Yvette, I think you will have to accept that that is Peter's decision to make. Not yours and not Alex's."

He shocked us both with that one. We sat. We talked. The surprises continued for me.

"Peter, I just…" Yvette sighed and bit her lip, "I don't…. Peter, I love you. I really do. But…."

"Vette, just tell me. Whatever it is, we'll work it out."

"Peter, how do you feel about your relationship with Yvette these last few weeks?" The quack asked.

"I feel we're fine."

"Emotionally connected?" I nodded. "Physically?" I nodded again.

"Well, that was an eloquent look."

"That's the look he always has when the subject comes up. Peter, it's just too much."

"Yvette…" the quack cautioned.

"OK, for me. It's too much for me."

"What are the two of you talking about?"

"Peter, Yvette feels that she likes the current level of physical intimacy. How do you feel about it?"

That time, I knew my face gave my feelings away. "I'm adjusting. If Vette wants less, I'm fine with that."

"Are you?"

"Yes." but I could feel my teeth clench.

"Peter, you need to be honest with Yvette, if you really love her."

That did it. "How in the hell can you think I don't love you if-n I'm puttin' mahself thru all kinda hell for you."

"This is why can never discuss this with you…"

"You don't discuss, Vette, you just say 'no' and fuck my needs."

"Why are you being such a dick?"

"Why am I beginin' uh dick eve'y time I say I wanna make love ta ya?"

"Because you say it every fucking day!"

"I am not a sex addict jus' 'cause I wanna sleep with the woman Ima marry! Jesus Christ, Yvette! Gimme uh break! I know you was hurt but I ain't do it an' I ain't gonna do it. What do you want from me?"

"Look, I like making love to you, OK? But enough is enough! You don't know when to stop. And half the time if I push you off of me, you just slip down the hall and jump on Alex!"

"As a point of fact, I have never done that. But thanks for that. Now Ima serial sex offender."

"You're a damn drama queen."

I felt my jaw set. "Ima drama queen. OK. Fine. You wanna celibate marriage, fine. You initiate from now on. You want Alex out, fine. I'll ask him ta move out. We not havin' this kinda foolishness, woman. I'm done fightin' you on this."

"See? This is what you do. You shut down and won't discuss it."

"OK," The quack finally stopped scribbling notes and re-joined the party. "What you seem to have here is an impasse." Yvette and I both protested that assessment. "Yvette, do you really feel that your current level of physical intimacy is adequate? Are you really comfortable?"

"Yes." I tried to keep my face straight. "Peter, it's not because of the abuse. I mean, every once in a while, yes, it still bothers me but mostly, I just would rather do other things." I kept my mouth shut. "It's not you - you make me feel wonderful. I really try to make you feel just as good. But really, doesn't it get boring sometimes? Honestly, variations aside, there are only three things we can do and we've done them all at least a hundred times! After a while it gets old."

I didn't say anything. I was not sure I could say anything. I wanted to take her home and prove what an infinite variety those three basic positions could lead to but I was sure that would just prove I'm some kind of perpetual rapist.

"Peter?" The quack spoke up. "I rather suspect that you don't agree."

"Not particularly, no."

"Would you care to elaborate?

"Not particularly, no." Yvette beside me gasped. Yeah, I'm the drama queen. "I enjoy sex more than you do. I like having sex. I also like swimming - I do that everyday. You don't seem to think I do that too much."

"That's different. You're an Olympic medallist…"

"So if-n I won uh Olympic Medal fo' cunnilingus, you'd be OK with it?"

"…Not cute…"

"I think making love to you is the best part of my day. I want being with you to be part of every day…."

"And Alex?"

"Fine." I pulled out my cell and dialed Alex. "Get in here." When he entered, I told him, "Go home. Pack. Take your toys. We're done."

I saw the shock and pain roll over his face but he didn't argue. His eyes flicked to Yvette then back to me. "Yes, Sir." He closed the door behind himself.

For a moment, I hated her - I hated that she would make me do that.

"Peter?" The quack started but I didn't let him.

"When you love someone, you make sacrifices for them. I love you, Yvette." The words sounded a bit hollow at that moment.

"You are such a jackass." She said with disgust. She rushed the door and left the room. I stared out the window rather than talk to the quack. A few minutes later, Vette was back with Alex looking controlled. Shut down. "You are missing the point, Peter. I love you. But I can't marry you. This will be our whole lives. This fight. I don't want that. Sex is trial enough without this. Find another sex manic. Go be happy. I'll move out. You and Alex and whoever's next can spend 24/7 in bed."

Alex, the quack and I sat in silence after Yvette picked up her purse and walked out. I heard the outer door close. I'd have bet if I looked out the window, I'd even have see her hail a cab.

The quack cleared his throat. "I actually don't have an appointment for the next hour. I'm going to step out for a moment." He took his note pad and left the room.

Alex and I sat in silence.

I agreed. I gave in; I said we'd do it her way. What else was I supposed to do? Alex moved to sit next to me but I waved him away. I really didn't want to be touched right then.

He ignored me and put his arms around me. I could feel tears but I tried to fight them. It was a losing battle. "God damn it." I whispered, feeling tears running down my cheek. I was an adult. I shouldn't cry just because I broke up with my girlfriend. I was but I shouldn't have.

Alex drove me home. Yvette was already packing. Her old dorm had an empty bed in another room. She had already arranged to stay there.

"Don't go," I said.

"Don't make this difficult," She answered.

I grabbed her as she tried to walk past me. She wouldn't look at me, even as I wiped away her tears. "Don't go."

"Peter…"

I kissed her. "Please. Don't go." I kissed her again. And again. And again until her arms slid around my neck. I memorized her mouth - the shape, the taste, the feel. So long as she was kissing me, she wasn't packing. We could make this work. She didn't have to leave.

She unbuttoned my shirt. She let her lips slowly trace down my neck and chest. I ran my fingers through her hair. "Oh God, I love you," I whispered as she teased my nipples.

Three basic positions. In the end, we choose her favorite. Spooned, me behind her, holding her tightly, slowing rocking. Feeling every moment, every stroke. Listening to her gasp and moan. Whispering how good she felt to me. She reached back and grabbed my ass, trying to pull me deeper or harder or closer or something. I didn't want to come. I didn't want it to end ever. But I could feel it. I could feel her climax coming and I knew that I was not going to be able to hold out when she did. I could have change positions - made it last all night - but that's not what she wanted. That's not what made her happiest. I sped up my stroke a bit and her cries became more frantic. A bit more and I felt her coming around me. I rolled her, pinning her down and emptied my whole being into her.

Then I pulled her into my arms again and fell asleep listening to her soft breath and her heart beat.

When my alarm clock went off in the morning, she was gone. Her engagement ring was on the nightstand next to my cell phone. I called her one last time but she wouldn't answer. I didn't see any point to leaving a message. I guess I pretty well knew what she had to say.

I was the first to admit that I don’t handle breakups well, but after Yvette, I was a mess. I spent a lot of time brooding. I didn’t ignore Alex or my family but I wasn’t really connected either. I did what was expected of me and nothing more.

Mom showed up one Sunday afternoon with luggage.

“What’s up?” I asked her after I kissed her cheek and got her some ice tea.

“Just came to visit my baby. A mother can do that.” And if I didn’t know what a brilliant liar my mother was, I might have believed that. I waited. Finally, she relented. “Fine. Alex says you stopped swimming.”

“Alex should mind his own damn business.” Alex didn’t say anything to that. “But that’s no reason for you to lug all the way up here.”

“Peter Harper McElroy, you been up an’ in the water by 5:30 am ever since you 10 years old. You tried ta swim when you had chicken pox. Now, all uh sudden, you ain’t seen sight uh water in uh month?”

“I work in a pool. I swim every day.”

“Not the same.” Alex muttered behind me. I glared at him.

“It ain’t the same, Peter, don’t try an’ bullshit, me boy. I done it uh whole lot longer-n you. Somethin’ eatin’ at you an’ it’s more-n just Yvette done left ya. She ain’t appreciate you, no how.”

“She loves me, Mom.” I stood up; I still hated talking about her. “We just had some issues.”

“You love somebody, you make sacrifices fo’ ‘em.” Mom repeated Dad’s favorite adage.

“I’m not discussin’ this, Mother. How long you fixin’ ta stay?”

“Long as I need to.” She took a sip and looked at me. “Long as I’m welcome.”

“You’re always welcome, Mom.” I’d have to be a whole lot angrier to put her out. “Come on; let’s get you settled in.” Alex and I passed in the hallway when he went to get clean sheets. “You ain’t gonna be able to walk fo’ uh week, when I finish with you, boy.”

He grinned for the rest of the day. But he deserved a reward; someone had to give me a kick in the pants.

Mom stayed for two weeks. We gave her a tour of the campus and took her to DC for dinner a couple times. She came by the pool and I let her ‘audit’ one of my swimming classes. I had to restrain myself when one of her classmates got a little too friendly but once he understood that he was groping my mother, he learned a little decorum.

“Worse than yo’ Daddy, boy, I swear.” Mom chuckled on our way home.

“Where you think I learned that move from?”

“Yeah, but he ain’t never done it off the football field.”

“So?”

She laughed outright. I loved my mother’s laugh. I loved everything about my mother. I have never ‘loved’ my mother although I think she’s still one of the hottest women I know but I have enough presence and self-control to have a little common sense. My sister, my cousins, hell even my Aunt if she ever expressed an interest but not my mother. That’s too far for even me.

But she is an incurable flirt and I was more than a little concerned when the living Goddess, the Divine Ms. Helen arrived at my door to take Mom for a night on the town. She was wearing a dress that was little more than an oversized tube top. Not that I minded – I’d had a serious thing for Ms. Helen since I was fourteen but I also knew she would take my mother to every illicit den of lechery in a ten mile radius. Once again, I cursed the Human Physiology test that was keeping me home that night.

“Peter McElroy.” Ms. Helen’s hand stroked just shy of my package. “My how you’ve grown.”

“I’ve got some time; why don’t you come in and stay?”

“Talk like that will get you in trouble, young man.” She winked at me. “Of course, you wouldn’t be interested in an old woman like me.”

“Of course not. You be perfectly safe in my room.”

“A gentleman. Just like your Grandfather.” Her eyes looked down the hall. “He still keep his, uh, ‘liquor’ down stairs?”

She knew about the playroom. I had no idea Granddad was such a hound dog – although, I confess, I suspected. “Why don’t we find out?” I offered her my arm but she reached past me instead.

“Oh my goodness! Little Alex grew up too, didn’t he?”

“God damn, Ms. Helen! You ain’t need ta advertise.” Alex, always a step bolder than me, kissed her firmly. “Everybod' already buyin’ what you sellin’.”

“Always the charmer.”

“Boy, uh little slut, he is.” We all turn to see Mom coming down the stairs in a dress that proved to me that she still worked out on a regular basis.

“Christ! Uncle Charles know you wearin’ that, Aunt Elizabeth?”

“No. An’ I ain’t tellin’ him.” She slipped into Ms. Helen’s arms for a hug that left me uncomfortable for a number of reasons.

“Beth got it honest.” Alex whispered in my ear.

I cuffed him. “Stop starin’ at my Mom’s ass.”

“You boy’s behave yo’selves.” Mom shouted as she slinked into Ms. Helen’s car.

“Ain’t us misbehavin’!” Alex yelled back. “Ya’ll breakin’ all ten commandments just breathin’!”

Their laughter was drowned out by the squealing tires.

“They are so getting’ laid tonight.” Alex said, watching them pull out of the neighborhood.

“That is my Mother, do y’ mind?”

“Yeah. Whatever. Hey?” I turned to him. “Am I gonna get laid any time soon?”

“You all healed already?”

He grinned at that. “Mostly. But I ain’t mean that. I mean, it used ta be, before, it used ta be we had fun sometimes an’ you fucked me sometimes.” I started to speak but he shook his head. “No, no. I know you. You ain’t gettin’ laid, you ain’t happy. I ain’t gettin’ laid by you, you damn unhappy.”

I sat down on the porch swing. He sat beside me.

“What if Vette’s right?”

“’Bout?”

“About me being, I don’t know. Oversexed.”

He snorted. “Then you get laid uh lot. So?”

“So, it ain’t normal.”

He laughed outright. “Normal? What in the hell do I know ‘bout normal. Dude you have got ta be shittin’ me!” He swung around and put his head in my lap. “Peter, I will do whatever you tell me. I’ll do it publicly, long as it won’t get me arrested. But ain’t neither one of us ‘bout ta do it normally.” He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. “You getting’ kinda shaggy.”

I’d always worn it kind of short – a by-product of swimming a lot. I used to swim obsessively. Maybe not. Maybe I just liked swimming. Maybe it was the same with sex. I kissed Alex softly. I would have loved to take him upstairs and blow off studying. I couldn’t but I would have loved to.

“Up.” I shook my leg and he sat up. “I got uh test tomorrow. You too, right?”

“English Lit. Done deal.”

“You read the book?”

“Twice.” I look at him. “Come on. I drop below uh 2.5, Dad freezes my cash account.” Which sounded like Uncle George.

“Then you can help me study. You have physiology.”

“Yeah, you just wanna use my body.”

“Like you object.”

I woke up early as usual and lay in bed the way I had for the last few weeks. I didn’t want to go swim but I couldn’t stop waking up at the same time every morning. Someone tapped on my door.

Mom. She came in and sat beside me.

“You up.” It was a statement not a question.

“Yeah. Can’t manage ta sleep late.”

“Yo’ Daddy like that. Still up by first light even if he ain’t workin’ the dock.” She was quiet for a minute. “You hungry? I make you breakfast.”

I shook my head. Mom was a rotten cook. “I usually don’t ‘fore I swim.”

“Yeah, but you ain’t swimmin’.” She poked my stomach. “Getting’ kinda pudgy, are ya?”

“No.” I wasn’t but I couldn’t say I wasn’t worried about it.

“I guess not. So?”

“What?”

“So why you up ‘fore the crack uh dawn if you ain’t swimmin’?”

I shrugged. “I can’t sleep.”

“Maybe you got too much energy.” I might; I doubted it. “Maybe you need a new outlet.” She was probably about right. “You don’t swim like you used to. You don’t work like you used to. You don’t screw around like you used to.”

“MOM!” she caught me off guard with that.

“Well, you don’t. You was always an active child gettin’ inta everythin’ so I knew when you managed to bring it down to just one hobby, you had ta be workin’ that energy off somewhere.” She looked at my wide-eyed expression. “Oh now, come on. You ain’t think yo’ Daddy kept condoms in yo’ glove compartment, did you? Mr. Moral Majority? The Church Deacon? Oh, honey, now please.”

In retrospect, the ‘magic condom box’ in my glove compartment all throughout high school was an odd thing for my father. I had always just assumed that it was his concession to the reality of having a teenaged son with a car.

“So you ain’t swimmin’ and you ain’t screwin’. What are you doin’?”

I wanted to be shocked. But I couldn’t be. My Mother amazed me. “Nothin’. Probably why I can’t sleep.”

“Likely.” She noded. “So what you gonna do ‘bout it?”

“Weren’t you ever worried? I mean, I was kinda obsessive, wasn’t I?”

“Peter, you were obsessive about everything when you was three. If you said you didn’t care was when I started worrin’. Hell, I wish Robert was as easy. That one-“ she shook her head. “Beth too much like me, so at least I knew what ta look out fo’ and you all but raised yo’self – which was uh good thing ‘cause I wasn’t in the mood ta do it.” We both smiled at that, in large part because we both knew it was true. “But Robert? He’s uh handful.”

“He always seems kinda quiet to me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you ain’t never go see what he doin’ in his room all alone, all quiet. Trust, that one gonna give yo’ Daddy uh massive coronary one uh these days.”

“Don’t say that, Mom.”

“See if Ima uh lie.”

Mom never worried. She thought that was just how I am. “Robert, not me.”

“Robert. Not you.” She tilted her head. “Maybe Beth she don’t hurry up an’ marry that boy. He’s afraid they’ll have kids before the weddin’.”

“Not Beth.” I shook my head. “She uh good girl.”

“No she not. But she’s real good a pretendin’ around yo’ Daddy. None of which answers my question. What are you gonna do with yo’self?”

“I guess, Mom, since I’m up, I’ll go swim.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And maybe I’ll ask one of my co-workers out to dinner tonight.”

“Well, that was fast.”

I had enough grace to be chagrinned. “Maybe I’ve considered asking her before.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Mom!” She spent another half hour teasing me about being grown but I flat refused to get out of the bed ‘til she left the room. Last thing I need is my Mother’s complete commentary. I did get out of the house. I did swim for about half my usual time. I did feel better afterward.

I did ask Pat out.

“Oh, I, uh.” She was extremely unnerved. “I’m sorry. I’m uh…”

“If you’re unavailable, no offense.”

“Actually, a group of us are going out tonight. Why don’t you join us?”

“Sure. Love to.” Not what I wanted, but I wasn’t going to be petty.

The evening turned out to be three couples and me in a private room at a club in Arlington. I knew it wouldn’t be a typical evening when, during the appetizer, they asked one of the women about her new tattoo. She took off her pants to display it. She left them off.

“Pat?” I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Somethin’ you forgot to tell me about this evenin’?”

“Kim,” she turned to her husband. I didn’t know she had a husband until I arrived for dinner. “Should I tell Peter what this is?”

Kim looked at me. He was East Indian with a face like a Bollywood heartthrob. If I hadn’t sworn off men after Ryan, I’d be on my knees in front of him. Not that Pat was unworthy of his attention. She was blond and thin compared to my usual taste but something about her was just magnetic. “I don’t think he really wants to know, Kitten.”

Dinner was ‘family style’ with large serving trays of pasta, salad, roast beef and some vegetable casserole being passed around the table. Clothing fell away as the meal progressed. By the time the waiters took the dishes away, everyone was down to their underwear. No one seemed to have any desire to tell me what exactly was going on.

Kim whispered something to Pat that made her giggle and made me twitch. I was watching the other two couples exchange partners and although no one made any overt sexual moves, it was clear where things were headed.

I leaned over to Pat and whispered. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you inviting me to this, but, I think I’d better go.”

“Why?” she asked aloud.

I winced as everyone looked at me. “Well, for one, I didn’t bring a partner to share with the group, so it’s not really fair.”

She looked a little disappointed. “Oh. I had sort of…oh. Sorry.”

The response caught me. “You had sort of what?”

She looked at Kim then looked away embarrassed.

“She had been sure you were gay.” Kim said sounding amused.

“After Yvette?”

“Because of Yvette.”

I sat back, more than a little stunned. “I didn’t know I gave off such a gay vib.” I looked at her. “So what did you think when I asked you out?”

“I wasn’t sure.” She confessed. “But I figured either way, if you were into it, one of us would get lucky.”

I had to chuckle. I wanted to find a new woman. I had never considered a new couple before. Maybe Bi-as-a-lifestyle-choice? Not gay, not straight but both? I looked at Pat and Kim and laughed again. It was certainly the most attractive offer I was ever going to get.

“What?” Pat prodded me gently. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“No, not at you. The circumstance. You thought one of you would get lucky. You never considered both?”

“Ah.” Kim said smiling. “A happy medium.” He leaned forward. “Could we both get lucky?”

I stroked his face gently and wondered if the rumor I had heard about Indian men was true. “Depends on how the word’s defined, I guess, doesn’t it.” I kissed him softly. His tongue flicked against my lips and I parted them to let it in. I found myself breathless in short order.

He pulled back just far enough to whisper, “The club is off-premise. Our house is available.”

“I’ll follow you.”

We dressed fast, said our goodbyes and left the restaurant. Pat rode with me to direct me while Kim made a quick stop on the way home. Pat kept her hand on my dick the whole way. I kept my fingers in her slit as much as I could – It’s hard to drive and finger fuck.

“So what made you think I’d be into this?” I asked her while I licked her juice off my hand.

“I’m not sure. Some things you’ve let slip – about you and Yvette, how you weren’t getting along, in bed. That sexy friend of yours, Alex? He wants you bad. You know that, right?

“What makes you say that?”

“The hungry look he has when he stares at you getting out of the pool? He practically drools.” I hadn’t realized that. I made a mental note to tell Alex to cool it in public. “He must be bi, too. Right?” She gasped as my fingers slipped back inside her. “For a long time I wasn’t sure if Yvette was with you or him.”

I almost lost control of the car. “Why did you think that?”

“Well, you knew about them, right? That they were fooling around?” Her eyes widened. “Maybe I was wrong. I’m sure they weren’t doing any thing.” She grabbed my wrist and rubbed her pussy against my hand. “Can you feel that?” Her heartbeat pulsed through her clit. “Keep that up and I’m going to stain your seats.”

It was a bit much at the same time. Alex and Yvette. Pat cumming on my hand. Driving at speed on a dark highway. I choose surviving over all, and tried to keep my mind on traffic. Luckily we weren’t to far from their house. I parked in the driveway and dropped Pat’s seat back. Then I pushed two fingers inside her and rubbed the palm of my hand against her clit. “Tell me why you thought Alex and Vette were fooling around.”

Her eyes rolled back and she groaned. “Oh God I can’t think while you do that.” I fluttered my fingers inside her. “Oh, ahah! They would come in, to wait – wait for you, but they’d – ceeeeeeee! Ooooh! They’d neck the whole time. Once – once, I think he diddled her – ‘cause - ‘cause – ‘cause, oh yeah! – she looked like she had a good one and he was licking, licking, licking his – fing – gers – oh – god – yes!” She came, shaking and drenching my hand.

She lay panting as Kim pulled into the driveway beside us. He looked at me in confusion but must have seen her as he got out of the car. He grinned and tapped on the window. I rolled it down.

He sniffed once then smiled. “The lotus in blossom.” I held my hand up; he took it and licked it clean. His eyes watched mine the whole time he sucked her juice from my hand. I couldn’t think of anything but getting that tongue around my dick.

I had been with a guy and a girl before but always when I was dominant. Pat was dominant here. “Kimmi, Peter just made my pussy feel so good. Lick my ass, baby.” He dropped to his knees and proceeded to bury his face between her cheeks. “Peter, sit on the couch; I want to lick that stick.” Who was I to argue?

She made me fuck Kim before I fucked her. She sat on his face and I knelt on the edge of the bed and Kim stroked himself, stopping himself from cumming several times. When I was close, I held. “Pat, Ima cum soon. Where you want it?”

She lay down. “Both of you cum on my pussy then lick it up.”

After she had cum and was clean again, I got a fresh condom and slipped into her tight slit. Kim slipped into me. I’d never been in the middle before. I promised myself that this would not be the last time. Kim came first then knelt behind me and licked my ass and balls. I came soon after that.

The three of us lay together for a while.

Kim’s hand reached around his wife and began stroking me. Then he opened her wide and inserted me, bare, in her. I hoped he knew what he was doing. I moment later I could feel him inside her as well and we rubbed against each other while fucking Pat. He rubbed my nipples with hers. “I wish we had another man, Kitten, to cum in your mouth so every hole could ooze spunk like the whore you are. Do you like two men sharing you, Kitten?”

“Yes! Fuck me harder!”

I tried to. I slipped my hand around Pat and squeezed Kim’s nipples. He gasped. “Do you like fucking my wife, Peter?”

“I love fucking your wife, Kim. I loved fucking you, Kim.” He speeded up and came loudly deep inside her. I could feel them both pulsing with it and let my own seed go with the moment.

“We must do this again, tomorrow.” Kim panted.

When I woke again, it was 2:30am. I took my leave of them and promised to bring an overnight bag next time.

By the time I got home, however, my mood had changed.

Alex and Yvette.

I did not bother to knock before I opened his door and turned on his light. “Alex. Get up. Now.” It took a few minutes and two slaps more solid than I really intended. But he woke and seemed to realized that I was serious.

“Yvette.” He looked confused. “Pat seems to think you two had a thing going. Why?” He shrugged, genuinely lost. “You did not make out with my fiancée at the pool?”

“Well, yeah, but we didn’t have uh thing going.”

I replayed the comment in my mind but it made no more sense the second time. “You wanna explain that from the top?”

“It was just, I don’t know, foreplay, I guess.” He saw my expression and swallowed hard. “I thought you knew. I mean, the first time, I was kinda freaked, but you said do whatever she said so I figured, ok, go along an’ tell you when we got home. Then when we got home, she jumped you like I don’t know what, so I figured it was ok.”

“And you never told me.”

“The way she always jumped you, I ain’t figure I had to.” He looked truly shocked. “I thought you knew.”

“No.”

“Peter. Peter. I would never…. You know I would never…. Dude, steal you’re girl? Never….”

I stopped him. Alex has never had trouble finding women and Yvette was not his type. I had no trouble believing that she initiated it, that she jumped him. I sat down on the bed. I just don’t know why she would have jumped him.

“Did she ever say why?” I asked finally.

He shook his head. “I guess I shoulda asked. Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I just, y’know, followed orders. She seemed to kinda, I don’t know, needy sometimes.”

I nodded; I knew what he meant. Sometimes her insecurities seemed to overwhelm her. On those days, she was clingy and affection starved. I didn’t mind; I could have lived my whole life with her glued to my hip but she seemed to resent any minute that she wasn’t being strong and independent. Why Alex and not me? I felt Alex’s arms slip around me and I put my hand over his.

Why Alex and not me?

The thought plagued me. I swam that morning but not well. I called in to the pool and told them I’d be late. It was stupid. The relationship was over. Going to her dorm and discussing it was obsessive, compulsive and more than a little stalker-ish. None of which stopped me.

The dorm had an intercom. She came down to greet me as soon as she heard it was me. She greeted me affectionately as if she forgotten that we used to be engaged not just dating.

“What were you doing with Alex?” I didn’t mean to say it like that but that’s the way it came out.

“What do you mean?”

“Pat, at the pool, says the two of you used to make out sometimes. Alex confirmed. I want to know what you say.”

“Oh.” She sat down. “I don’t really have anything to say.” She saw my face and shrugged. “Sorry. I don’t. It happened. I think that’s what made me start wondering if we should really get married. Alex stopped when I said stop. He’d start when I said go. He was never too much.”

“He was under orders to do whatever you told him to do. How could you take advantage of him like that?”

“Take advantage?” Her expression shifted and her professional persona seemed to take hold. “You act as if he’s a child I abused.”

“He might as well be.”

“No, he’s an adult. If anything, you’re the one abusing him. I gave him a choice. He never had to do anything with me.”

“Yes, he did, and you knew it. If you asked him, he would have broken his own neck. Of course he was gonna sleep with you if you asked him to.”

“I never asked him to…”

“Whatever. You asked him to do whatever. Not me. Yvette, why him and not me?”

“Because you always want what you want,” she blurted out, “not what I want. Alex wanted what I wanted when I wanted it.” She looked away. “And that was very enticing sometimes.”

I left. I did not want to hear anything she had to say after that. I got to the pool around the time I usually taught the pre-school swim class. I let someone else do it. I went to the main pool and swam laps. I concentrated on my form and my speed. On pushing through the water faster. FINA Long courses were coming up soon and I was nowhere near ready to compete. I was at least a minute too slow, which, in swimming is enough to pretty much put you out of the race. After a couple hours, some of the other AAAA-Class swimmers arrived and we started racing each other. When I was holding on to the wall and breathing hard, my teammates bullied me into getting out of the water and taking a break.

Pat came out of the front office and sat with me. “Listen, I’m really sorry if Kim and I did something that upset you, Peter.”

“What?” I tried to think of what I may have done to make her think I was upset. Then I looked back on my behavior for the morning. I had to smile. I took her hand and kissed it. “Not you guys. I talked to Yvette this morning.”

“Oh.”

“And Alex.” I tried to stand and found myself genuinely exhausted. “Ima jackass. Shoulda seen it at the time but…” I shrugged. “Love is blind, right?”

“I’m really sorry. I really did mean to…”

I kissed her hand again. “Stop. Not you. Now if you were sleepin’ with Yvette…”

“…no, no…” she laughed. “Actually, I don’t like girls.”

“Really?” I was surprised by that. “I though all you chicks liked other chicks.”

“Well, contrary to popular belief, some of us chicks only like cocks.”

“There’s a statement that violates the sexual harassment policy.”

“Are you feeling harassed?” she asked with an expression that promised I would soon.

“My work place maybe a little uncomfortable.”

“Hostile?”

“Just a little tight.” I plucked the waistband of my trunks.

“You should go up a size anyway. Honestly, everyone knows you’re not Jewish.”

I couldn’t help blushing. “Oh fer Christ sake. Is that what you girls talk about in the office?”

“Oh yeah.” She nodded in earnest. “You guys walk around down here, wet, in speedos that would be skin tight for toddlers and we’re not supposed to look? Believe me, we look.”

“Would it be arrogant to ask if I was worth looking at?”

“I wouldn’t have invited you to dinner if you weren’t.” She stood up. “Speaking of, Kimmi wants to know if you like sweet or spicy curry.”

“Both, actually. Why?”

“It’s his night to cook.” She winked at me. “See you around seven.”

I was there at seven. With a bottle of good wine. And Alex. “Pat, you remember my housemate? Kim, Alex. Alex, Kim. Greet the nice man warmly, Alex.” Alex wrapped himself around Kim and kissed him soundly. “As you surmised, Pat, he’s bi.”

“Well, Kimmi’s going to be a happy boy tonight.”

“Oh, you will too. I thought you might like having every hole filled tonight.”

Alex and I put Pat between us while Kim banged her mouth and called her things that sailors would hesitate before saying out loud. She seemed to cum continuously. She made Kim lick out her slit and her ass when we were done. Alex begged to be next so I put him between Pat and I and let him blow Kim. They jointly ate Pat out afterward. Then we put Kim in the middle. After cumming twice, I was in no hurry and rode Kim until he cried out for mercy.

“Fuck the little slit hard, Peter.” Pat cooed. “He likes it up the ass hard, don’t you Kimmi?”

“Yes, Kitten.” He gasped. “May I suck Alex, Kitten?”

“Only if I can suck Kim.” Alex pushed under us and his tongue on both of our balls tipped me over the edge.

After, while Kim and Alex made meals out of each other, Pat and I sixty-nine’d for a bit. I felt her doze off and wasn’t offended since I was pretty wiped out myself.

I woke with Pat’s dripping slit and someone’s hairy balls directly over my face. Which was a bit much to wake up to but when in Rome…. My first act of the day was to flick my tongue against Pat’s clit. The next was to teabag Alex – I recognized him by taste if not by sight. I presumed that it was Kim who then inhaled my cock. Not to long after, Alex came and I was treated to Pat’s creampie for breakfast. I must have come shortly thereafter.

We all lay there panting. “Do you all do this every night?” I asked. I was staring at our group reflection in the ceiling mirror I had just noticed.

“Only when we get very, very lucky.” Kim answered. He sat up and kissed Pat. “Sorry, kitten.” He left the room and a minute later, I could hear a shower running.

I checked my watch; well past my swimming hour but still time for Alex and I to get to class. “Alex. Get the bags out of the trunk. Put on pants, please.”

Pat marveled. “Is he always like that?” she asked as Alex left the room.

“With me he is.” I kissed her. “He has other, less docile moods.”

“Really?” she looked curious, which for her, was sexy as all hell. “Like what?”

“Like you don’t enjoy pain enough to ask. And unless you have a serious rape fantasy, I suggest you keep him in submissive mode.”

“How serious a fantasy?”

“No.” I got up. “You don’t have one that serious.”

“Mmm. Maybe I’ll just ask him.”

I shrugged. “He won’t do it without my permission anyway.”

It took a week for her to believe me.

Kim and Pat came to the house. We moved a few of the toys up to Alex’s room from the basement – Granddad’s reputation didn’t need to be soiled. Pat, Kim and I took turns spanking Alex while he stayed tied to the foot of the bed. Then Kim asked to be tied up and we took turns spanking him.

Then Pat asked to be tied up and spanked. “Alex,” I said, “go refresh the drinks.” He frowned, stopped short of swearing and left the room. I looked at Pat. “Kim can spank you, and I’ll do it if you want but I told you, not Alex.”

“Why?” she huffed.

“Because I said no.” I kissed her nose. “We’re in my house now. I’m the Dom. My house, my rules.”

“Kitten,” Kim picked up the handcuffs and slipped them on her wrists, “Don’t be rude. I promise we’ll make this fun without him.” He pushed her on the bed and used a cord on the headboard to pull her arms over her head. Then he cuffed her ankles and attached them to the foot. He picked up the paddle and popped her ass with it. “You know, you are very mean to me, Kitten.” He proceeded to paddle her harder than I expected. I let him go until her cries past fun to real pain.

I grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Got it all out yo’ system, now?” He resisted for a moment and then recovered himself. “Why don’t you go help Alex with them drinks?”

When we were alone, I found a bottle of cream we use and rubbed some on Pat’s flame red ass and legs. “Kimmi love you right?”

She tried to turn over but couldn’t. “Of course! What kind of question is that?”

“I ain’t mean nothing. You might wanna take tomorrow off. He worked you over pretty good back here.” I kissed the back of her thigh and she hissed. “Yeah, that’s pretty bad.”

“He just got a little over zealous.”

“Yeah, uh bit. But now imagine if he was just getting’ warmed up.”

“What?”

“What if he ain’t love you or he meant to tear you up. Think about if he’d used a brush or a whip.” She winced. “Yeah. That’s why I sent Alex out. If you can’t take Kim, you not gonna be happy after Alex.” I started to unclasp her wrists then stopped. “You never sub, do you?”

“No. Are you going to open those?”

I grinned. “No.” I dug for a minute through Alex’s stuff and found a gag. Pat bitched even after I put it on her. Then I opened the door and yelled down, “Hey, guys, how long it take ta get uh couple drinks?” Which is what Alex was waiting to hear before returning to the room.

They came back in and we took turns playing “Ten strokes” with Pat. I could see that very quickly she was losing patience with the game by the way she twisted on the bed. To finally give her some relief, we turned her on her side and Kim and Alex double teamed her. I watched for a while then I removed the gag and she sucked my cock like a vacuum. All of us came about the same time.

Alex’s bed was definitely too small for four, so I let Pat and Kim have my room and I stayed with Alex. Next morning, we all headed to work or school as normal.

That next weekend, we were back at Pat and Kim’s. Kim set up his video camera in the spare room and we tested all it’s features over the two-day-three-night fuck. We didn’t use cock rings just to insure we’d sleep at some point. At one point, Pat took the camera and Alex, Kim and I fucked each other. We took turns being in the middle, switching every time one of us came. Even Alex was sore by the time we finished. I made him rim Kim anyway. Then me. I forgot all about the camera when Kim joined Alex on the floor and sucked my dick into his mouth.

Pat took all three of us in every hole so often, by the time we ran out of tape, she was covered nearly head to foot in jizz. We showered and fucked some more.

Two weeks later, Pat told me that Kim was moving out.

“What?” I stopped so suddenly, I nearly slipped on the wet floor by the pool.

“We had some issues and I guess, recently, they’ve begun to surface more than usual.”

“Pat, it’s not – it’s not me, is it? Because I will go away if it’s me. I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

“It’s not you.” She put her fingers on my lips. “Well not directly you. I think, the truth is that Kimmi’s finally ready to come out.”

“Come out?”

She looked at me like I was stupid. “Come out? Of the closet?”

The light bulb turned on and I got the obvious. “OH. Oh, wow. Pat, I’m – I’m – I don’t know what to say.”

“Yeah. I’m kind of lost to.” She sighed. “Anyway, he’s gonna go stay with his brother for a while and, well, we’ll see after that.”

“Is he near by?”

“San Francisco.”

“Ah.”

Alex and I took Pat out often after that. We kept her well fucked. She stayed in touch with Kim too.

When he moved out of his brother’s house and in with his new lover, Pat decided to move back home to New York. She put the house on the market, packed her car and promised to call often.

The last I heard from her, was an e-mailed announcement of her naked wedding in Aruba.

Not girls, not boys, not both. I decided to give up on relationships and concentrate on school.