The evident thing was that both needed to prove something to each other mutually. And in the middle I was there. Not so much to enjoy a three-way sex, but making them the favor they expected not to break: they wouldn't fall in love with a third one, even though they felt terribly attracted to that third one.
The contact made -I would later know- the most masculine of the two. It wasn't a man who caught me too much, but the situation excited me. I wanted to get to know the other and see what vibe. I assumed something would happen since I noticed he was hooked on me, which gave me space to be the one taking the final decision.
We went up to the third floor and entered. His partner was in the kitchen. He was a nice guy: more or less blond, with fair skin and a bit younger than the one who made contact. Both discreetly bigger than me in size and age.
We greeted each other with a kiss and instantly felt something would happen on my skin. While I don't get excited by effeminate men, this one seemed exciting to me. Every word, every gesture, his way of looking at me... was very feminine. But he was a nice guy.
I felt a great contradiction like never before. I didn't feel like asking openly if both were active or if they didn't care about roles. I always positioned myself as the passive one, even in bed with three.
For a moment I felt like I had to compete with someone to conquer a man who, in this case, wasn't attractive to me. This time I liked the effeminate one and I didn't want to be active. It was my own prejudice: the effeminate one is passive and the masculine one isn't.
How many roles! I couldn't string together a conversation because my only topic was that. I was distracted or worried. My desire was to be the passive one of two active men.
The blond took the initiative and asked me to relax. Of course, I was very tense at this point in the events. The one who made contact, the first man I knew of the two, came up behind me and massaged my neck and shoulders. He did very well. There it started to happen what I really want to tell. Those two men unexpectedly entered through the kitchen window, surprising us at the brink of a heart attack. And that's where everything started. Continues.
The contact made -I would later know- the most masculine of the two. It wasn't a man who caught me too much, but the situation excited me. I wanted to get to know the other and see what vibe. I assumed something would happen since I noticed he was hooked on me, which gave me space to be the one taking the final decision.
We went up to the third floor and entered. His partner was in the kitchen. He was a nice guy: more or less blond, with fair skin and a bit younger than the one who made contact. Both discreetly bigger than me in size and age.
We greeted each other with a kiss and instantly felt something would happen on my skin. While I don't get excited by effeminate men, this one seemed exciting to me. Every word, every gesture, his way of looking at me... was very feminine. But he was a nice guy.
I felt a great contradiction like never before. I didn't feel like asking openly if both were active or if they didn't care about roles. I always positioned myself as the passive one, even in bed with three.
For a moment I felt like I had to compete with someone to conquer a man who, in this case, wasn't attractive to me. This time I liked the effeminate one and I didn't want to be active. It was my own prejudice: the effeminate one is passive and the masculine one isn't.
How many roles! I couldn't string together a conversation because my only topic was that. I was distracted or worried. My desire was to be the passive one of two active men.
The blond took the initiative and asked me to relax. Of course, I was very tense at this point in the events. The one who made contact, the first man I knew of the two, came up behind me and massaged my neck and shoulders. He did very well. There it started to happen what I really want to tell. Those two men unexpectedly entered through the kitchen window, surprising us at the brink of a heart attack. And that's where everything started. Continues.
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