“Have you done that before?”
“A few times. I dabbled with polyamory a bit when I was younger, but decided it was too much for me to juggle on top of my career. What about you?”
“College felt like one big orgy.”
I laugh at that. “Not for me.”
The bartender returns and I hand him my credit card to start a tab. He’s a gorgeous man with dark skin, a bald head, a stunning smile, and a body I could worship, especially in his leather pants and harness. I seriously need to get laid.
I hand Vanian his drink and we wander off towards the dance floor, lingering near the back and watching people.
“There was one time I hooked up with a couple,” Vanian confesses out of nowhere.
“A couple?”
“A guy and a girl. The girl approached me and said they were looking for a third and asked if I’d be down. I told them I wasn’t into guys and they said they weren’t looking for that. They wanted two guys to worship her. It was a new experience, so I was like ‘why not?’”
“How did it go?”
“Pretty fucking awesome.” He sips his drink. “But also weird for me. There were times when me and the dude touched or bumped against each other. Then, um, we DP’d her, so his dick was smashed up against mine.”
I shift slightly as that image rolls around my mind, the idea of it shooting heat straight to my cock. “Did you freak out?”
He shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. It was more like realizing it all just felt good and not getting hung up on things. I was down to see them again, but they had a rule about one time only so things never got complicated.”
“Did you ever do that again with someone else?”
“Nope. Never had the opportunity. There was this guy in my graduate class. We used to study together sometimes. Brent. One night we were up pretty late studying for a test and he offered to blow me. He said it was how he liked to relieve stress, but swore he was straight.”
“He liked to suck dick for stress relief?”
“That’s what he said, but he didn’t do anything else with guys. I personally think he was bi and not comfortable with it yet, but I didn’t tell him that.”
“Did you let him?”
“No. I wasn’t even curious about it or him, so I figured that was a sign not to do it. I didn’t want things to get weird between us either, especially if I didn’t like it.”
“Head is head, man.”
He chuckles. “Maybe, but I wasn’t into it. I didn’t find him attractive or anything. I’ve seen attractive men before, and if one of them offered, who knows? Maybe I’d say yes.”
I think my brain just went offline with that admission. Is he more fluid than he knows?
“I’ve always been a whore when it comes to that,” I admit. “If someone wants to suck me off, who am I to deny them? I let a few women do it until I realized I was being too slutty.”
Vanian laughs. “You’ve had sex with women?”
“Not completely. Just messing around. I think it was a way of testing myself to see if I was truly gay or maybe something else on the queer spectrum. My biggest clue was that to get hard I had to close my eyes and picture whoever my current crush was.”
“That’s a pretty big clue.”
“Yep. Meanwhile, I just have tothinkof dick and I’ll pop a boner.”
He searches my eyes for a moment. “Sexuality is fascinating.”
“I think so too.”
A song I haven’t heard in years starts to play and Vanian’s face lights up. “Let’s dance.”
