Threesomes: II

Threesomes: II

Like I explained last time,  you’ve got spontaneous threesomes, and pre-arranged threesomes, both largely built on sex. Period.

Finally, we have the ultimate in ménage a trios: the polyamorous threesomes taken to the loving extreme.

I was at 2606, the once popular leather bar in Tampa, one weekend, when I started chatting with a hot furry leather man about life. During our conversation, he mentioned that he and his partner (who preferred watching TV on Saturday night to the comings and the goings of the Tampa leather scene) were recent San Francisco transplants. In S.F., Hot Man was an attorney whose clientele included three way relationships. Married marrieds with another man or woman in the picture, or just three gay boys or girls living together. But these were not just threesomes built on sex, not when property and 401K’s and kids and healthcare proxies and estates came into the picture.

I’ve known only one such kinda relationship myself up in Pennsylvania where I own a  summer home. Three guys living together and sharing the same bed. The jaded side of me wondered if they kept a calendar so they knew who slept with whom what night or, whether, lucky fucks, they played threeways every night of the week. But the serious side of me realizes there’s got to be more to it than that, just like in conventional long-term twosome relationships. What makes three people stay together in domestic, domiciled bliss?  It’s got to be more than a big dick or a tight ass. Common interests? Emotional ties?

But I think the most bizarre threesome I’ve encountered yet involved some guys from St Pete’s, Florida, whom I met on line. Kyle and Tim, two hot, seasoned men, said they were fuck buddies looking for a playmate and, on a long weekend in St Pete’s, my first visit there, we played the afternoon away at my guest house room in fuck/suck ecstasy. As I was showering up, Tim asked if I’d like to go to dinner, to wit he called Sal, his lover – his lover – on the cell to join us. So there we were, the odd quartet at an-all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant, Tim, Kyle, Tim’s fuck buddy, me who had just finished fucking around with the two of them, and Sal, Tim’s lover, who liked me, really liked me, and knew exactly what the three of us had been doing all afternoon.

Later, Tim who told me that he and Kyle had been fuck buddies, just fuck buddies, since college, also confided that he had a problem in making his romantic relationships stick. Sal was his third lover in as many years and he was wondering what he was doing wrong.

Duh?

Guess what Tim does for a living? Yep, he’s a psychologist.  And when Sal, whom Tim helped put through nursing school, suddenly left him one day for a younger and richer playmate, Kyle was beside himself on how Sal could have betrayed their polyamorous commitment.

Buddy, hormones are hormones.

 

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