The problem with being a twink magnet is that younger guys aren't really experienced in the vagaries of sharing and three-way relationships, so hookups can easily turn into romance.
Sunday, September 18th
In Upstate New York, my partner Troy and I go to a Bear Party thrown by the Satyr. When Riley comes in, I'm thunderstruck. My jaw literally drops. He is the most beautiful guy I have ever seen.
I wait while he strips -- slim body, average beneath the belt gifts, but who cares? We chat. I vageuly remember hearing that he is 19 years old, spent a year at the University but had to drop out due to lost financial aid, and now has a job at a party store. But I keep thinking "Why are we talking when we could be kissing?"
We spend an hour lying on a mattress in the Satyr's playroom. The sex is over quickly; just touching him does the trick. We spend the rest of the time kissing. Afterwards he returns to our apartment for more kissing, and probably sex. Who can remember? Troy technically "shares," but mostly he just lies there.
Tuesday, September 20th.
We make an appointment for a hookup while Troy is at work. Riley calls the night before, saying that he caught a cold at the Bear Party and feels miserable, but we can get together anyway as long as we don't do anything physical.
We end up picking up Chinese food to eat at home, then cuddling and talking for about an hour.
"Are you sure Troy is ok with us?" Riley asks.
"Oh, sure. We have an open relationship. We can have sex with other guys. We just have to get together for the socializing."
"Isn't that the opposite of how open relationships usually work?"
Friday, September 23rd.It's our third anniversary, so Troy and I invite the Gang of Twelve and some people from work for an anniversary party. In the end there are 24 people in our small apartment, standing room only. Riley is there, feeling better. I try to be cordial and not touch him very much.
But some of the guys are suspicious. I see the Satyr eyeing me, and the Klingon, who wasn't at the Bear Party, asks, "So, how do you two know each other?"
"Oh, we've known each other for a thousand years," I say. And I really believe it is true. We've always been together, and are just now reuniting.
After everyone else leaves, I invite Troy and Riley into the bedroom. Troy says "No, thanks, you guys have fun."
Riley and I go into the bedroom and start kissing. "Are you sure it's ok, making out with another guy on your anniversary?"
"We'll be together later, no problem."
We spend about an hour kissing, and then get around to the sex.
The next day Riley texts me: "Are you sure this is ok?" he repeats.
"Three way relationships are quite common," I tell him. "As long as we don't date, Troy is fine with it."
Tuesday, September 26thRiley and I make an appointment for a hookup at 11:00, just before lunch. But he has to work late, and doesn't arrive until 1:30, and I'm so hungry that I insist we go out to lunch at a barbecue place first.
Then we spend our usual hour kissing and gradually getting around to intimacy.
"You had lunch?" Troy asks later. "That's a date!"
"We just grabbed lunch before jumping into bed. Not really a date, just hunger."
"I don't like it! He's younger and cuter than me, and a lot better in bed."
"That's not true! Anyway, who cares? You're my partner. Riley is just a friend. But I want him in our lives. We're taking him out for his birthday Friday."
"What..birthday? But doesn't he have real friends to do that with?"
"They're going out on Saturday. Friday is for me. Us."
Friday, September 30th
Riley comes over about an hour before Troy gets home from work, so I can give him his present, and we can make out.
"Troy is a little jealous," I tell him. "We should try to include him more."
"I don't want anybody to be left out," he says. "But whenever you ask him to share, he refuses."
"He wants to share in the socializing, not in the sex. Just be sure you're really nice to him tonight."
We go out to dinner and then for frozen yogurt. Back at our apartment, Troy and Riley discuss video games for about an hour, while I sit there, bored. Finally I say "Who wants to go into the bedroom?"
Riley does. Troy does not.
Afterwards I say "I can't wait to see you again. When are you free?"
"Um...very busy week at work, getting ready for the Halloween rush. Not until Thursday."
I spend the next week texting and facebook messaging Riley, with only a few, curt responses. On Wednesday I don't hear from him at all. Finally at 10:00 pm I text him: "What time can I expect you tomorrow?"
"Can't tomorrow. Can we reschedule?"
"But...we made an appointment! I've been waiting all week!"
"Sorry, the Klingon asked me for a date."
The Klingon! That chubby nerd? I roil with jealousy.
"But...you had a date with me! I understand you wanting to back off -- things were getting very intense. But you have to meet your commitments!"
Thursday, October 6th.
Troy says: "I've been thinking it over, and I don't want you to see Riley anymore. Even if it's just for sex, sex can lead to falling in love."
"No problem," I tell him, "We broke up."
"You weren't dating, so how can you break up?"
I don't know.
See also: Troy's First Video Booth; Our Date with the Teenage Beach Boy.
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