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chorus went off in my head.
    One on either side of him, we held each other’s gaze: three cocks, six holes. I’m up for any slutty permutation but Sebastian can be difficult. He groped in the drawer for the condoms we keep for when we’re partying—condoms that usually end up in my ass. I’d never seen him get fucked, kurwa ; I rarely get to do him myself. A risky idea sent a thrill through the pit of my belly; could be that things were about to change.
    â€œYou have preference?” he asked James, biting the foil. “What you like?”
    â€œI’ve never done anything. I don’t know what I like.”
    â€œI do,” I said. I took the little square and scraped its edge over Sebastian’s nipple. “ Ty,” I told him, “ty pierwszy. And after him, me,” I added for James’s benefit.
    Sebastian grimaced and shook his head. “ Nie, Piotr.” “ Tak, kochanie. Ah, tak.”
    My lover must have heard an edge in my voice. He threw me an unreadable look, hesitated, then shrugged and tipped forward, taking his weight on his forearms. I danced my fingers along the furrow of his spine: such a turn-on, making this arrogant top submit. Palms flat, I spread his buttocks to expose him. James stared in silence, his rapt expression telling me all I needed to know. I jerked my chin at the lube. “Put on him, inside. Also his balls. Is good for him, you touch his balls.”
    What was it like for James? I watched him smear the gel, my body flooded with the memory of my own first time. I’d been young, maybe sixteen, my godmother’s son a little older. Handsome Daniel, a golden boy. His tiny slot, pink and perfect. His hoarse whispers urging me on and his startled grunt when I complied. Heat, a luscious clinging, little slicking sounds as I feverishly moved my finger in and out, not sure what the hell I should be doing. The wicked smell of him triggering an orgasm like a supernova.
    Penetrating no more than a centimeter, James probed gingerly. “He is clean, James,” I said, fitting my right hand to his left.
    Gently, I worked my middle finger in alongside his. Sebastian arched his throat, air hissing through his teeth. James kissed me, his tongue coiling in my mouth as our fingers mated, sliding one over the other like eels in oil. Unwilling to break the kiss, I patted the bed for the condom.
    James caught my wrist. “Do we have to?” he murmured, nibbling my lip. “The condom, I mean?”
    One time, my best friend, Adam, hooked up with a scorching piece of ass, a baby marine home on leave in Szczecin. An hour’s making out, and the Boy Wonder’s groin was soaked, squishy with precome. He must have felt the condom slide off his slippery dick but he carried on regardless, shooting his load in Adam’s ass. The poor fucker must have sweated off five kilos waiting for the test result.
    Kleenex, you’re picking shreds off all night, so I mopped James with the sheet. “When is Sebastian and me together, no need. With other men, always.” I positioned the disc on the tip of his cock and looked him directly in the eye. “James, condom always, you understand?”
    He winced as the latex snagged a stray hair on his shaft. “There won’t be any other men. This is a one time only thing for me.”
    Sebastian rolled his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. “Now. Slow. Slow so not hurt him.”
    The initial penetration. A man’s ass opened by a superb cock, the crinkled halo forced inward. The rigid shaft disappearing with the first hard kiss of bush to buttocks. But Sebastian was trembling, the pain he was bearing for my pleasure showing white in his knuckles, the sheen of sweat on his face. The surge of love I felt for him then made my eyes sting. I had no need to, he knows what I feel for him, but I told him anyway. Our words of love are not for other men to hear, so I mouthed them against his