“Mine!” I exclaimed, playing jealousy but kind of really meaning it too. “Are you gonna invite that cute Italian guy with the girlfriend?”“Huh? Gay sex then Paul changed position behind me and I felt it. So Joey’s little story became vivid for me in a way it hadn’t before.“Well, I was real drunk, I musta had like three beers and two shots of whiskey. The moment felt almost unreal, between us, so intimate and alive. “We’re bein’ bad, up here. “Not twins, but you guys could be brothers. Us. Joey finally broke away from me and just looked up into my eyes, silent. And this means you need to keep your phone on and keep an eye on it, and I’ll text you if I want to join in.”=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=This will sound lame, but I couldn’t think what else to do with myself: I went to a movie alone, on a Saturday night. I stood outside a bathroom door, heard him standing in there, heard the clinking of an undone belt buckle, then a zipper being pulled down… then the beginning of a vigorous piss into the toilet. It looked to me like Paul’s big dick was really going all the way in, now, with each stroke.
