*THEN:

I was threading my way through the crowd back when I saw Michael at the bar talking to another man. A huge man — 6′6 and 250 easy.

“Dirk, this is Gerald,” Michael said, handing me a beer. “He was wondering if we would be interested in a 3-way tonight.”

I looked from Michael to Gerald and back. He was serious.

“I’d like to fuck you while you’re blowing your boyfriend,” Gerald stated, his eyes looking me over. “I think we’d have fun.”

I looked to Michael, sipping his beer and watching me intently. Obviously he was as interested in my response as Gerald.

“Um…wow.” I started laughing nervously. “That is…really flattering, but I don’t have sex with people I don’t know…so I’m going to have to take a pass.”

“S’cool. Michael, let me know if he changes his mind.”

Michael nodded and Gerald disappeared into the crowd.

“What the hell was that?” I asked when he was gone.

“Gerald wanted to know if I’d let him fuck you. I told him I’d have to be present and it would be your call.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “How long have you known that guy?”

“I don’t know him. He said he’d been watching us and when you went to use the bathroom he came over and started talking.”
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*NOW:

And yet somehow, I was shocked a few months later when Michael told me about his desire to bring a third man into our relationship personally. I guess hindsight is 20/20.

Either that or I am just one incredibly dense faggot.

You be the judge.