ONE THREESOME TWO MANY
Today’s contributor is caught off guard by a startling proposition I met Colin at a bar, and since he was relatively cute and had several visible tattoos, he met all of my one-night stand criteria. I took him back to my apartment, and from then on we started hooking up regularly. Eventually, I noticed a small, unidentifiable blip on my gaydar. Don’t get me wrong — that boy was as straight as they come in bed. I informed my friends of my lingering suspicion, but they all assured me it was false. I continued hooking up with him and had brushed off my gay theory, until one night when I was hanging out with him and his friend Mike. Colin and I were on my bed flirting, and I told him that he should ask Mike to leave, given that we were awkwardly subjecting him to our noticeable foreplay. Instead, he insisted that I invite Mike to “join us.” I’m no stranger to unconventional sex, but this proposition caught me completely off guard. “Come on,” Colin said. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna be with two guys.” In theory I wanted to, but when confronted with the idea of two penises, four balls, and one me, I was slightly frightened. I guess Mike saw my concerned expression and casually sauntered out of the room. I ended up hooking up with Colin that night, sans the third party. I’ve continued to hook up with him since, and am constantly wondering if this bi-curious boy toy will try to bring another penis into the mix again.
