Once upon a time in the magical land where I stay, a young boy fell in love.
It was love at first sight, for me and the boy. We were officially dating since day one when we met, and I could easily say that we seems like have know each other since our past life. The boy was perfect, articulate, charming, and the sex was amazing.
Late one night, I popped my fantasies to the boy. I had always wanted to have a threesome sex.
Perhaps it is a couple’s way to spice up the love life.
I thought it would be hot to see someone else sucking off the boy. I could not bear to see the boy being fucked by another person.
The boy kind of accepted the idea of a threesome, we did not really went try get it sorted, but rather, shove it up the shelf for that time being.
One day, I involved myself ‘guest starring’ in a threesome.
It was then that I realized that threesome might not be my thing. You see, which I like the guy that I was fucking, when he got fucked by another person, it felt weird. I was looking at him straight being humped by another person, strong and hard, right up in the ass, doggy style.
I tried to make it erotic, and start to jerk myself. I can’t.
Somewhat, that feeling irks me out.
Everywhere we go, we see things in three. Tall, grande, venti. Low fat, non fat, and full cream. Can we really live with threesome in our relationship?