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So Lizzie isn’t talking to me. Well, not really but sort of. She was pissed that I made her wait downstairs for like fifteen minutes while I finished packing. When I got in the car she told me I was a prima donna and I was like, whatever, and made a comment about the two suitcases she had in the trunk for a three-day weekend. There was going to be nowhere for Tommy to put his shit, let alone sit, in the back of her tiny convertible. She told me not to worry and then looked at me and could tell I had something to tell her.

“Spill,” she said as she pulled out into the traffic.

So I told her why I was really late and she rolled her eyes and told me I was a little fucker. Pretending to be hurt I was like, “You think it’s little?”

“Fuck off,” she said with an amused smile. “I can’t believe you kept me waiting downstairs so that you could get some tail. For God’s sake, don’t you ever get enough?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, pausing for a minute, “but I mean, what’s really enough?” She didn’t answer and I continued with, “You know when opportunity knocks—”

“Oh please.”

“Sorry,” I said.

So after like two minutes of silence during which I feared she might really be pissed, she told me that she talked to Zoe this morning who told her that Liza was going to be at reunion. Liza and her whole saga I’ll get to later, but Zoe is a whole other bag of problems. Lizzie and I were both friends with Zoe in college but Lizzie has a much higher tolerance for overly high-maintenance people and so she’s kept in touch with her much better through the years than I have. I hear from Zoe like every few months and usually can only talk to her if I’m medicated. Our conversations are usually about her and when I’ll get the pleasure of seeing her, and sometimes I totally zone out and watch porn on the computer while she babbles on.

But Lizzie says I’m too hard on her, that’s she not that bad. And other than a few phone calls a year and a dinner or two I don’t really have much interaction with her so it’s fine. But like a year and a half ago, a few months after I started the blog, I was dating impossibly beautiful Reese. He’s the one I thought was a total asshole when I first met him but then subsequently fell for. And one night, while I was waiting for Reese to pick me up, Zoe called and told me that he’s her cousin. They had seen each other at some family affair and somehow I came up and she felt she needed to call and warn me about him. She told me that while he was handsome and suave and all that, he was a user and an asshole and that I should be wary. I cut her off and ignored her advice.

Well wouldn’t you know, a few months after that, I was sitting at Lizzie’s, and Zoe was there, and I was lamenting about what an asshole Reese turned out to be. He totally treated me like shit for far too long—and I let him—and then toward the end he up and disappeared on me. When I called him on it he basically acted like I was nuts to have developed such strong feelings for him. “It was never that major,” was basically what he told me and I was humiliated and disappointed. But to her credit Zoe did not say she told me so. Instead she acted sad for me, concurred that he can be an asshole, and then got around to telling us about her boyfriend troubles. She always has boyfriend troubles.

So back to the car. I asked Lizzie if Todd was going to be there. Todd is Zoe’s ex who caused her all sorts of problems and drove her to a self-imposed exile in her extraordinarily over-made-up bed (she’s way into fancy linens) for about two weeks. This was just a year after college, when we were closer, and I’ve still never heard a story so fucked up as what she got into after that.

Lizzie pulled over and double-parked in front of Tommy’s and called him to come downstairs. Two minutes later he came out of the front of his building and she looked at me and was like, “Imagine that: someone being ready when they’re supposed to be, someone equally as afflicted with dick addiction too. I guess there are miracles in the world.”

“Point taken,” I said, hoping this last exchange would put the issue to bed.

So after some extensive finagling and maneuvering we got all of our collective shit, and Tommy, into the car. Lizzie pulled away from the curb and Tommy said, “Why were you late?”

Perfect, I thought.

Lizzie just looked at me and smirked and turned up the music. “Tell him,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll have to live through the details at some point this weekend; might as well get them over with now.”

So I told Tommy the story, the abridged version, but with a few couldn’t-leave-out details thrown in, like the sneakers, and I started to get horny again. It was like I was writing it for my blog; I so often get horny reliving the situations and then have to beat off afterward. So I adjusted my cock and tried to finish the story quickly.

As soon as I did, Tommy wanted to go tit for tat and tell us about his experience with The Grifters. Not the old movie—these two guys he met at The Cock, a popular New York City bar we hang out in sometimes. I had heard a very brief synopsis but I was at work at the time and never got a chance to catch the whole story.

Before he could start Lizzie was like, “Can we just pause on the gay sex for like a minute?”

“Why would we do that?” Tommy asked, totally seriously.

“Because there are other things in life.”

“Like what?”

“We never talk about pussy, for example.”

“And why would we talk about that?” Tommy asked. Then mischievously he added, “Did you get some?”

For whatever reason Tommy and I always talk about sex. I mean, we talk about other stuff too, but I think that we talk more about sex than about anything else. So it was no surprise when Lizzie started groaning that she’d had enough gay sex talk after my detail of The Rich Kid afternoon. I can understand why Lizzie thought the conversation was getting a little gay-sex heavy, but I wanted the details. And I knew, despite her feeble protests, that she did too.

She laughed, said no, called Tommy an asshole, and then asked why we never want to hear about her adventures. “I could start a blog too,” she said. “The Great Cunt Hunt, I could call it. It could be about all the men yearning for a shot at my pussy.”

Tommy yawned elaborately and then was like, “I’m sure Alex would read it. He’s all about the straight guys. Me, I snooze during the snatch talk.”

“You’re such a fag,” Lizzie said. Then, resigned, like the martyr she loves to pretend to be, she said, “Go ahead. Tell us about The Grifters.”

All excited, Tommy jumped forward in the backseat so his head was between ours and he told us how he was minding his own business, having a drink and checking out the dudes at the club, when this cute, tall guy on the skinny side came up to him and offered to buy him a drink. The drink Tommy was already holding was full so he looked at it and told the guy sure, if he wanted to wait around for a few minutes. He was telling us the story like he couldn’t have cared less, but knowing him, I’m sure he turned on the flirt big time when he delivered the “want to wait around” line.

The guy waited around. He told Tommy his name was David and he had a firm, hard handshake that turned Tommy on. They bullshitted for a little about what they did and where they lived and where they liked to hang out and all that crap and then the guy moved pretty quickly onto sex. It was already close to midnight so Tommy figured that the guy wanted to lock up his chances or move on. Tommy was into his program and was thinking he’d let himself be “locked up,” so to speak.

The guy asked Tommy if he got into anything wild, which is kind of like asking the Pope if he prays. Tommy asked him to define wild and he said he liked to get into some light bondage and master/slave shit sometimes. Tommy said that was cool and asked the guy—even though he knew the answer from how forward the guy was trying to be—if he was into being the master or the slave. The guy said master right away and smiled at Tommy, telling him the things he’d do when he had him chained into a sling with his asshole gaping open and hungry. Tommy was getting turned on by the talk, and said he considered letting the guy top him, but that he really wasn’t into a whole chained-to-a-sling thing. So he told the guy it sounded hot but that it wasn’t what he wanted to get into. The guy looked disappointed.

“Of course,” Tommy said to the guy, “if you want to climb into the sling and spread your legs, I might be persuaded to poke around and give you a good time.”

The guy, David, smirked in response and ordered another round of drinks. Tommy was looking him over and trying to imagine him naked. He was tall and trim and Tommy figured he could go either way: he could be that kind of skinny that isn’t muscle, just skinny, or he could be toned to the max, which is what Tommy was hoping. The guy had a pretty good ass and Tommy massaged a cheek while the guy bent over the bar to get the bartender’s attention. His ass felt solid.

So they were on their next set of drinks and standing closer together and the guy pinched Tommy’s nipple through his T-shirt (which I’m sure was Baby Gap tight). The guy said he wanted to drop to his knees right there in the bar and to haul Tommy’s cock out of his pants and swallow it. He reached for Tommy’s cock and rubbed his crotch through his jeans. Tommy flexed his boner and the guy grinned and was like, “You sure you don’t want to hang in my sling?”

Tommy said he reached around and slapped the guy’s ass and said, “I’m sure, big guy.” I could just imagine the scene: two guys in the mood to be tops doing the who’s-going-to-bottom dance. It’s funny because most people complain that everyone’s a bottom and that it’s hard to find good tops, but Tommy always seems to run into other tops when he wants to top but can never find a hot top when he’s itching to get fucked. Whatever, if life was easy there’d be no interesting stories to tell.

At this point I interrupted with skepticism and said: “So, like, Mr. Master Top wanted to drop to his knees?”

“Exactly,” Tommy said with an eyebrow arched in suspicion.

Anyway, Tommy continued. So he and David decided they were into each other and that they wanted to fuck around and they decided to recruit a bottom who’d let them both fuck him. They scanned the crowd and Tommy suggested this blond, muscled, Chelsea number who he’d been eyeing all night. David turned him down, said he was too pretty, and said they should still look. They both agreed that this other tall guy, a beefy redhead, seemed pretty hot and they called him over to chat. After less than a minute of pleasantries David was like, “Into a three-way? We’re looking for a bottom to take us on.”

The guy was kind of taken aback for a second. Tommy was too; he’s all into being forward, but even he thought it was a little much to be like, “Hi-how-are-you-want-to-bottom-for-us?” The redhead didn’t immediately say no; he blushed and they talked for a little longer. Tommy actually liked the guy and he was into the dude’s massive arms. He flexed for Tommy and Tommy massaged that bicep a little lewdly. It was weird though, Tommy thought, because as they talked more and as the hot redhead got more into them, David seemed less interested. Tommy really thought they could have found their man but then David was giving him the on-to-the-next signals. Weird.

Eventually David had turned away from them both and it was just Tommy talking to the redhead. He asked Tommy if he was definitely with David because he got the sense David wasn’t into him. Tommy didn’t really know and the redhead went to the bathroom and he asked David what was going on. David said he could go either way with the redhead, that he wasn’t all that into him. Tommy said he thought he was hot and David was like, “I’ll fuck him if you want.”

So the three of them ended up back at David’s apartment in Brooklyn with the second bedroom that’s a photography studio with a sling. David was all over Tommy and kind of ignoring the redhead. The redhead was trying to be cool and get into the whole thing. Tommy had told him that David was into the whole master/slave thing and that maybe that’s why he was being kind of surly. The redhead got into it and once in the studio was like, “What do you guys want me to do? Sirs.”

David told him to strip. The redhead pulled his T-shirt off and those fucking bowling-ball biceps were flexing like mad. He had a big chest with a light layer of auburn fuzz that disappeared when it hit his stomach. He had a pretty flat stomach that wasn’t all worked-out tight and then a bubble ass that Tommy drooled over when the underwear came off. Tommy and David got naked too and the redhead ended up on his knees feeding on both of their cocks. Tommy pulled David’s face to his and they started to make out: Tommy fucking David’s mouth with his tongue, and the redhead stroking Tommy’s cock and slurping on David’s.

Tommy got into David’s bossy attitude and the way he was making the redhead subservient; the redhead seemed into it too. While the redhead was sucking Tommy’s cock, David was poking and slapping his face with his own cock, milking out some pre-cum and rubbing it up the redhead’s face, toward his eyes. The redhead had hulking shoulders and Tommy leaned over and grabbed onto them while he fucked the guy’s mouth. He said his cock was feeling so good that he could have cum then but David pulled them apart and told the redhead to get into the sling.

David turned out to have a kind of toned, tight body that wasn’t really very muscular. He did have a nice chest and a firm ass, his cock was big, and he had fat, low-hanging nuts. Tommy watched while David strapped the redhead’s ankles into the straps on the sling and then started to grease up his hole. Tommy said the redhead was wiggling his ass and moaning just from the finger fucking he was getting and Tommy couldn’t wait to get into his ass. David, being a gracious host—Martha Stewart would have been so proud—let his guest go first. Tommy rubbered up and then aimed his cock-head at the guy’s pucker. He pushed inside and the redhead bit his bottom lip when Tommy slid his cock farther in.

While Tommy was fucking the redhead’s ass, David was straddling the guy’s face and feeding him his nuts. He was bouncing up and down, dropping his nuts into the redhead’s mouth. The redhead was gripping the chains holding up the sling and his muscles were flexing while Tommy invaded his ass and David choked him with his fat nuts.

Tommy said that the scene was really hot, and I certainly thought so; my cock was aching and leaking in my jeans while he told it in detail. Even Lizzie said it sounded hot and that just egged Tommy on to give us more of his blow-by-blow of the encounter.

David and Tommy switched places and David started to fuck the redhead’s ass mercilessly. He was slamming in so hard and fast and the redhead could barely catch his breath. Tommy was trying to stick his cock in the redhead’s mouth but the kid was getting fucked so hard he couldn’t focus. Tommy was beating off over the kid’s face, letting his nuts graze the guy’s lips and nose as he was watching David fuck him silly.

David made a show of cumming and came hard up the redhead’s ass. David sunk his cock deep inside and literally fell on top of him on the swing, both of them panting while David dumped his load up the redhead’s ass. The redhead hung his head back and stuck out his tongue, inviting Tommy to stick his cock inside his mouth. Tommy did and with the redhead’s head hanging backward Tommy fucked his mouth.

David had managed to stand up between the redhead’s legs and was stroking the guy’s cock. The redhead was getting close and was writhing a little in the sling while Tommy kept his mouth full. Tommy plunged his cock in deep, practically choking the guy, and the redhead came hard onto his stomach. His first shot hit his chest and the rest spewed out onto his abdomen. The guy was moaning around the cock buried in his mouth, and David was still milking his cock. Then David leaned down and took the spent cock in his mouth to lick off any last cum and Tommy kept pumping into the guy’s mouth. He was about to cum and he pulled out and the redhead started to chase after his cock with his tongue and Tommy put just his cock-head back in the guy’s mouth and splattered his load all over the redhead’s mouth and chin.

Tommy went to grab his underwear and to wipe himself off and David helped the redhead out of the sling. When Tommy turned around the redhead and David were making out by the sling, David nursing the redhead’s spent but slightly swelling again cock. Tommy stepped into his jeans when they broke the kiss and David told the redhead that he loved him. The redhead replied in kind and they kissed a little more while Tommy finished getting dressed.

It turns out that they’re a couple. They’d been together for a few years and liked playing these games. They pretend not to know each other and have hot-as-fuck encounters with strangers. So that’s why Tommy calls them The Grifters. He said he was scammed. But then he was like, “I could get scammed like that every day and be a very happy man.”

“Amen,” I said.