16) The emotional experiences that shatter glass.

I have only had one three-some in my life up unto this point.  That one quickly turned into two in the same apartment, with half of the original couple involved with the next.  I'm not sure if it was the stale basement apartment air, the smoke filled lungs of the participants, the case of beer I must have swallowed or the city that never slept, that got me in the mood for such a venture.  I think it must have been the city calling out to me to be the person I have felt inside for years but was too ashamed to actually express.  Or maybe it was the way that the boy came up to me in the bar and blaintently asked if I would fuck his boyfriend in front of him.  I have never gotten that type of attention growing up in Ohio as the fatty gay of the group.  My surprise as I leaned against the bar, back turned to the shirtless twink serving shots and talking through my friend into the eyes of this tall, skinny dirty experience across the crowded bar, when he came over to me through the monotenous drawl of hot pecks and meaningless conversation from the other gay men within ear shot.  I was the most nervous I had ever been in any situation.  Even more so than actually taking the plunge in moving to the city.  The first words that came from his mouth will echoe in my soul for eternity...lips so close to my left ear I could feel the moisture forming around my lobe, his left hand set to place on my right hip, he spoke in an accent I recognized a trashed gay bar lingo..."you're sooo hot, dude.  Wanna fuck my boyfriend as I watch?"
Bleh, really?

At first I was completely taken a back, but you see, there was no back to take.  I was pressed firmly against the bar.  I instantly knew that my life would change at this moment.  I kissed my friend on the check and said, "see you tomorrow after I get back from the free clinic!"

The two "lovers" were making babies in the back of the cab as it drove us further into Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  A place I had just recently been aquianted with.  A cute little borrough.  We arrived at this shitty little basement apartment that you could get lost in if there wasn't that familiar scent of cheese guiding you through.  The cheese at this point was the piss stains on the zebra rug covering the cold cement floors.  But I was in it to win it now.  I had thrown all caution to the wind and was about to "open" myself up to new horizons.  We made it into the cramped bedroom of the first boy that introduced himself as, "horny: vodka tonics" and plopped down on the matress on the floor.  Super sexy as anyone could imagine feeling at this point, I removed my shirt and watched as the 2 fondled into their pants to pull out their semi hard dicks. 
The second one, Carter, we'll call him, or the boyfriend as the first, Kyle, we'll say, called him, got a bit hissy at the fact that I was there.  Like he didn't realize what the situation was on the 20 minute cab ride home.  He was a bit psychotic as it were.  He kept jumping in and out of these episodes all through the experience.  First kissing me and playing with my nuts and then screaming at Kyle for kissing me too...all in all I was about done with the new horizons I had branched off on until Carter stormed out of the room and out of Kyle and my life forever.  But because I was drunk and Kyle was, "vodka tonic" horny, we had some crazy boom-boom butt makin.  He was a crazy man in bed and made me feel extremely wanted and sexy with every inch of his body.  He had a V that went on for days and the way that he would move me around the room while holding the back of my hair made me feel alive for the first time.  Let's just say that four condoms and 5 and a half hours were involved.  After the sex between Kyle and myself ended I had gone to scout out the bathroom.  On my way back to the bedroom I had taken a wrong turn at the dungeon, it seemed, and found myself in Kyle's roommate's room.  Oops.  This was truly an accident seeing as I thought Kyle lived alone.  I was naked with only a sheet around me and his roommate had been whacking it to some crazy porn.  He insisted that I shouldn't be embarrassed for walking in on him and to make me feel at ease he would strip down to nothing.  I never do this people.  It was the beer, or the lack of me never doing this that pushed me into that room. 

Laying on his bed and stricking up a conversation about what he just heard in the next bedroom, I found myself connecting with this guy.  First encounters to me are a crutial part of any relationship and he seemed to be creating a lasting impression.  Enter Kyle: 

I'm lying naked with this guy, who is naked, on a bed, in a room in a basement apartment, of the guy who just sexed me up for the best time of my life, who is naked, standing at the door asking what i'm doing in bed naked with his naked roommate...whoo!  What a night indeed.  That's were the second half of the night began.  This time it was only oral!