Shane and I ran through the Time Square crowd to the automatic revolving door of the Marriot Marquis. I checked my watch; it was already 7:41. We’d never make it. We sped past a Salvation Army Santa and squeezed through the door together. Shane shoved the revolving door, but it stopped.

A recorded female voice said, “Please do not push the door. Please do not push the door.”

“Dammit!” Shane shoved his fists into the pockets of his winter jacket. He kicked the door hard with his steel-toed boot, bit his lower lip and stared knives through the glass. “I’m not pushing dammit! Let’s GO!”

“Calm down babe. If we don’t make it, there’s always next time.” The door resumed its rotation, spitting us into the hotel lobby. We took off for the elevators.

“We have 4 minutes. We’ll make it.” He pressed the elevator button for the 13th floor over and over. The console in front of us finally beeped and told us which elevator would take us up. We stopped in front of the doors for elevator F, our reflections staring back at us with matching impatient faces. Shane pulled off his winter hat and ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair. He worked up a few spikes in the back and pushed some hair down over his forehead.

The elevator opened and we stepped inside. Unknowing hotel patrons filled the elevator around us, on their way back to their rooms or to the sky lobby for sushi or to browse through the gift shop. I wondered if any of them were staying next door to, or one floor beneath, the party suite. Talk about a noise disturbance.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Shane whispered.

“Neither can I.”

As people trickled off the elevator, I questioned my boyfriend’s extreme interest in the Jock Sex Party for the fourth time today, and the twentieth time this week. It usually took days, if not weeks, to persuade him to let someone else spend the night with us. I’d have to assure him that it didn’t mean our relationship had gone stale, or that I was straying. He’d finally give in and we’d have a blast just as I’d predicted. In our four years together we’d had 21 threeways and 9 fourways, all initiated by me.

The last time we’d done anything with a guest was three months earlier at the end of a particularly sweaty summer. Kaden was a beautiful boy with short brown hair, muscular runner’s legs that could squeeze the breath out of you, and a tattoo of the Gemini symbol that peeked out from his underwear line. Kaden moaned in this deep, whispering way that made you want to drive your entire body inside of him, wondering what your next thrust would elicit. Sex with Kaden beat anything we’d done before (with others, or even each other); he even stayed the night—something no one else had done before or since.

Shane and I spent the following morning after Kaden left recalling the hottest moments (of which there were many). But when I asked if we could have Kaden back Shane snapped. First he yelled, then cried, saying that no matter what he gave me I always wanted more. I tried desperately to calm him down and let me have Kaden back. Shane yelled, “Why don’t you leave me and live with him instead?” He shoved me into the wall and held me in place with a trembling fist. I stared at the knuckles, waiting for a blow that might knock me out. Shane followed my eyes and stepped back. He shoved his fist into his pocket and left the apartment. He didn’t come back until the morning.

I never talked about Kaden again. I even stopped suggesting other guests to join us, but I never stopped seeing Kaden. We met during lunch breaks, or when Shane went upstate for a birthday or wedding. He’d even spent three days with me in our apartment when Shane went away on business. Shane never knew a thing.

At first I was shocked by Shane’s interest when we got the invitation for the Jock Sex Party; he wouldn’t stop talking about it. I loved not feeling like a criminal, trying to talk my lovelorn and monogamy-minded boyfriend into something more daring. Instead of wasting my energy getting him psyched-up, I spent most of the week beforehand taking care of the necessities: shaving, plucking, tanning, and a hundred extra crunches.

As the elevator stopped, my mind filled with visuals of what we would be stepping into. I had never been involved in a situation with more than three other guys; the possibilities, and outcomes, were limitless.

When we stepped off the elevator Shane looked me over and said, “You look beautiful.”

Despite the uselessness of clothing at the party, I had picked out a hot outfit—a pair of tight boot cut jeans, a dark green crew neck sweater, and a brown cord necklace with a pewter seagull and a tiny shell that Kaden had given me to mark our secret two month anniversary.

“Looking pretty hot yourself.” And he did. Shane’s face was a perfect square with defined cheekbones and full lips. He did cardio and weights at the gym, and had salad when everyone else ate pizza.

My straight friends scolded me regularly when I told them about our regular arguments over my need for adventurous sex, and some of my more recent activities. They would ask, “Why do you need anyone else?” This was a question I tried to figure out, but could never come up with an answer. Shane was hot, and, yeah, we were living together, but that didn’t mean that my sex drive had to stay focused on him alone. Instead, his intensity made my desire explode. Having multiple partners was incredibly hot. All those hands and mouths, cocks sticking up everywhere. And I loved kissing a mouth that wasn’t Shane’s, feeling the tight, unfamiliar insides of a stranger’s body.

“We have one minute, hurry up!” We ran.

We reached the open door of the suite and walked inside. The host, who went by his Manhunt name “JockLover”, had paid for the suite out of his own pocket. He looked no older than 28. Perfectly tanned skin, which during the winter meant that he frequented a booth. He had broad shoulders and hairless biceps that pulled at his tight graphic tee.

“Hello boys,” JockLover said.

“Shane and Todd.” Shane stepped into the room. “Sorry we’re late.”

“No worries” JockLover rubbed Shane’s shoulder. “We would’ve let you in late. A lot of the guys were excited to get a shot at you two.”

“Why are they excited?” I asked.

“Well…you’re both pretty damn hot.” He looked at me as if my question were the most ridiculous thing he’d heard.

“How did they know what we looked like?” I asked. The whole situation was beginning to feel surreal. I thought, but only briefly, that maybe Shane had set this whole thing up; an emergency hypersexual and wandering boyfriend intervention.

“Oh that’s my fault,” Shane laughed. “JockLover sent around an email with the profiles and pictures of everyone invited. I think I deleted it by mistake when going through the inbox.”

JockLover shrugged and said, “Everyone inside is hot enough for the both of you. Just ask Shane.”

“I know what my Todd likes, I wouldn’t have RSVPed otherwise.” Shane kissed me on the cheek. “Consider this your birthday present.”

I smiled wide and kissed Shane back.

JockLover directed us to the bathroom, restating the rules that Shane had already told me, and then left us. We stripped down to our underwear. Shane was wearing a new pair of turquoise snap front briefs; I asked him where he got them.

“I bought them on Monday when you had to stay late at the office.”

Meaning, when I had been with Kaden. I nodded and said, “Makes your package look huge.”

Shane batted his eyes and slid his hand between my legs, playing with my dick through my camouflage boxer briefs. He moved closer and licked my lips.

“Party time,” he said. “Let’s go have some fun.”

My toes touched the cold front of his steel-toed boots.

I looked down and said, “Don’t you want to take off your shoes?”

Shane shook his head, “I think this is hotter, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

We padded down the carpeted hallway and I kept my eyes trained ahead of me, waiting for the moment when I’d see the first foot or leg or arm or face. When we reached the living room, I blinked and shook my head to make sure I was seeing right. Thirty, maybe even forty, sweating men were gathered in groups.

Right in front of us a boy with a buzz cut lay on his back holding his feet behind his head. Someone lying underneath him waited patiently as a third man on his knees inserted his dick to join the one already inside. The bottom howled and pulled his feet farther back.

My dick jabbed through my boxer briefs. Shane’s hand found it, but his eyes were elsewhere. On a couch by the window was a group of four guys sucking each other off while a fifth stood to the side and jerked-off.

To our left, a man with a muscular back strained on the balls of his feet, slamming his dick into a bottom pressed flat up against the wall.

There was a flip-flop threesome in full swing by the bar on one side of the room, and across the way, a boy with blazing green eyes took turns blowing six men standing around him.

I felt like I walked into a porno. This sort of thing only happened in my head, or on the Internet with the help of extremely well paid adult film stars.

“Wow,” Shane laughed. “Everything you hoped for?”

I nodded.

Shane’s eyes swept the room one more time and he bit his lip and frowned. I had no idea what could possibly disappoint him about the situation, so I panicked. Maybe he was having second thoughts. Maybe he was getting ready to rush for the bathroom and then the elevators. That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let it. You don’t look a gift cock in the mouth.

I stepped into the room, leaving Shane behind me. The boy with green eyes stopped his bobbing motion in the semicircle of six men and glanced at me with a dick still in his mouth. His eyes looked me up and down. He stood up and a came over. He might as well have come on his knees since he was on them again seconds later. He yanked off my underwear and swallowed me whole in one breath.

Green Eyes had a masterful technique, using just the right combination of tongue and teeth. His hands gripped my ass and pushed me further into him, fucking his face. I looked over my shoulder and saw Shane, who was glancing around the room like a lost tourist. I felt bad, but only for a second. I couldn’t be held responsible for his change of heart, and there was no way I was leaving now.

My attention shifted to JockLover who had shirked his hosting responsibilities along with his clothing and was riding some guy in a lacrosse shirt with a huge, fat dick. Then back to the green-eyed dick sucker worshipping me. His eyes closed, he free-styled his approach, licking the shaft and then spinning his head as he swallowed me down to my trimmed pubes. I enjoyed the attention for a few minutes, but my mind kept wandering back to Shane. When I turned around he was still standing at the entrance to the living room.

“Hey,” I called to him.

The green-eyed boy stopped, but went back at to work when he realized I wasn’t talking to him. I rubbed the back of his head to show my appreciation.

Shane stared at me, making a snack of his lower lip.

“You want in on this or what?” I asked with a smirk.

Shane shrugged and walked to my side. Green-eyed boy yanked the snaps out of the front of Shane’s underwear and swallowed him without a single pause. Shane’s stiff shoulders dropped, he left his poor lower lip alone.

Things seemed back on the right track. I closed my eyes and took comfort in the complete blackness, marked only by the warm and shivering feeling working its way from my dick to the rest of my body and back again.

“Well now,” came a familiar voice.

My eyes bolted open and immediately took in the wicked, unforgettable smile of Kaden Cohen. His 8-inch dick stood straight up, poking me in the navel. Green-eyed boy turned and gave it a lick.

My mind raced. What should I say? What would make sense for me to say?

“Surprise number two!” Shane said with a vocal flourish.

“Hi, Kaden,” I said. “Funny seeing you here.”

“I RSVPed when I saw him on the guest list.” Shane pinched Kaden’s nipple. “That’s why I didn’t show you the invite. Figured I’d finally give you that second time you wanted so bad.”

This now qualified as the most awkward moment of my life. I was caught, literally, with my pants down. Kaden grinned, eating up every second. I would get him back later.

“Love that necklace, is it Hollister?” Kaden teased, letting his hand graze my collarbone.

“Yeah,” I flinched from his grip, watching Shane’s reaction.

Silence filled the space between us. My skin itched; I scratched the top of my head, killing it off, only to set off another one on the back of my left arm. I wanted to jump on Kaden, to kiss him and take him right there on the floor, but I couldn’t move. Instead I said, “Having a good time?”

“This is crazy,” Shane spat in his hand and grabbed Kaden’s cock, giving it a good stroke. “I went through all of this trouble and we just stand here? Let’s get this started.”

Kaden lifted an eyebrow and kissed my boyfriend. My stomach twisted with jealousy. All I could think was get your hands off of Kaden, he’s mine.

But I couldn’t react this way. I smiled instead while, in my head, I cycled through defenses, things that would make me feel better in this invisible competition between Shane and me.

Kaden doesn’t care about you. We were together on Monday when you thought I was working late.

Kaden says he loves me.

He said he’ll wait for me until I can finally break up with you.

But Kaden had also kept this secret from me. How long had he known? And now that we were here, why didn’t he kiss me first? Why was I still standing to the side as he and Shane made out and jerked each other off?

Kaden shot me a look (like he knew I needed it). With pouting lips and wide eyes, it said you know where my heart is. I nodded and blew him a silent kiss. I had never planned for this to happen but, together, we would survive it. Shane wouldn’t have agreed to the whole thing if he didn’t have faith in me. Soon this night would be over and I’d wake up and do the laundry, grab a skim chai latte, and stop by Kaden’s after telling Shane that I was going to work out.

I leaned in and kissed Kaden’s familiar lips, allowing myself to stumble occasionally despite having the movements of his mouth and tongue memorized. I grabbed for his dick like I didn’t know the exact angle it poked out at, like I didn’t remember how to close my hand to get a good grasp.

Green-eyed boy stepped back to admire the three of us, sitting on a chair and spitting in his hand before going to work on himself. Kaden sucked Shane off, and then me, spending a noticeably longer time on my boyfriend. Again the jealousy flared, but only for a second.

I tried not to admire Kaden’s perfectly toned body, his intricate Gemini tattoo that I had so often ran my tongue over. I took time to look around the room at the other guys, but kept turning back to Kaden, his amazing full lips and the look he got on his face as he sucked you off, like he was choking and your dick had all the oxygen.

I got to my knees and blew my boyfriend, splitting the job of pleasing him with Kaden. As we worked his shaft, we let our tongues secretly touch one another; just a little voiceless whisper: we’re doing a good job, keep it up. I reached between Kaden’s legs and grabbed a tight hold, jerking him off with my spit-slick hand.

Shane laughed and both Kaden and I looked up. “We’ve got an audience,” he said.

Ten of the guys had stopped and taken a position near us, admiring our triple act with wide eyes.

“There’s a private room over there if you want to be a party pooper,” JockLover said, taking a break from fucking the hell out of the green-eyed boy on the couch.

“Can we?” Shane asked.

Actually, I found the whole idea of being watched extremely hot. I thought, Kaden and I will have to come back and do this the right way now that I know he’s into this.

Despite the boos, we left the living room for the bedroom. It was almost as large as the living room with a king sized bed, a side table full of condoms, and a door that lead to the bathroom where we had stripped down. Shane closed and locked the door behind us and turned on the lamp next to the bed.

“Just like it was three months ago.” Shane threw a handful of condoms and a bottle of Astroglide on the bed. “God, this is going to be hot.”

Kaden blushed. Our eyes met and I quickly broke the gaze, looking at my boyfriend.

“Well? Come on! I want to get in him, just like last time.” Shane lubed up and rolled a condom on his dick.

We arranged ourselves on the bed with Kaden on his hands and knees, Shane behind him, and me in front.

“Ready?” Shane asked.

“Completely and totally.” Kaden reached behind to help guide Shane inside.

More jealousy. I wanted Kaden to be resistant, or at least to be less ecstatic about the prospect of my boyfriend taking what was rightfully mine. It was like Shane was scoring a point for every thing that Kaden did to him or let him do. I imagined Kaden and Shane fucking behind my back. Completely impossible, I told myself, but still I could see it and it made me furious.

Kaden cried out in pain and snapped me out of my thoughts. Shane had ignored Kaden’s guiding hand and rammed right into him.

“What the fuck?” Kaden yelled, his face twisting.

“Shit! I’m sorry,” Shane said. “Are you okay? You’re just so hot. I got carried away. Shit, should I stop?”

Shane’s words stuck in my head. My dick stiffened more as I replayed what I had just seen. How he entered Kaden with a reckless, sexual abandon. I knew the feeling; just having to get inside and nothing can stop you. This wasn’t like Shane at all, but I was digging it.

“No.” Kaden lifted his eyebrows and turned his face to Shane. “It’s OK. Just a little slower, OK?”

Kaden ducked down to suck me when Shane attacked with another bout of thrusts.

“Fuck!” Kaden pulled his mouth off of me and twisted around to face my boyfriend.

Shane’s eyes were focused on Kaden’s head. He had his hands planted firmly on his waist and drove in deeper, harder, faster. So hot. So fucking hot. I stumbled and almost fell off the bed from the shaking. I grabbed Kaden’s face and shoved him back down on my dick. I shot deep into Kaden’s throat, my balls straining to get every drop out. Kaden swallowed and licked his lips.

“You want in on this or what?” Shane gestured toward Kaden’s ass like it was a tray of cookies.

“Yeah,” I said, my dick still hard. I crawled around Kaden and Shane stood up.

“Good,” Shane said. “Because I want him to fuck my face. Both of you, on your knees.”

He lobbed a condom in my direction and it slipped from my grip, slick with the traces of lube from Shane’s hand. I wrapped myself good, applying a fair amount of lube. A relaxed sigh escaped Kaden as I eased into him. God, he feels good.

Kaden’s tightened his ass the way I liked it, the same way I did for him when he fucked me. The room was hot; sweat beaded on my chest as it rubbed against Kaden’s back. I rubbed the droplets away and pushed in deeper. It had only been a few days, but it felt like weeks since I’d fucked him.

Shane gulped hard and moaned as he blew Kaden. He swallowed the whole thing and used his hands to cup and play with Kaden’s balls.

“You have the hottest dick,” Shane said, pulling it out of his mouth and admiring it like a gigantic diamond.

Kaden smiled and laughed. “Thanks, I guess.”

Maybe I wouldn’t leave Shane after all. His sudden sexuality, his dirty talk, how much he was getting into this. If only I had brought him to a sex party earlier.

“You agree?” Shane asked me, shaking Kaden’s dick for emphasis.

“Fuck yes,” I nodded, and continued my long, slow entrance and exit. I thought about inviting Kaden back home with us. I knew Shane would be for it, too.

“So hot,” Shane said. “So goddamned fucking HOT.”

Suddenly, Shane grabbed the base of Kaden’s dick with one hand, and snapped the top all the way to the side with the other.

It made a loud, wet pop.

Kaden screamed in a higher pitch than before. He crumbled to his side and my dick popped out of him. He smacked onto the floor and curled up, grabbing his broken dick. Still hard, the bright red thing was bent in a swollen 90-degree angle. Kaden cried, choking on tears and grabbing at his dick like it was on fire.

Shane jumped to his feet and sprinted around the bed. His left steel-toed boot crashed between Kaden’s legs. “You think I’m stupid? You think I’m blind?”

“Shit!” Kaden screamed, coughing hard and trying to roll away. “I’m sorry!”

I jumped to my feet and tried to restrain my boyfriend. He threw me into the wall and I dropped, the air gone from my lungs.

He stomped Kaden in the stomach, squeezing a whine out of Kaden’s mouth. Then Shane punted Kaden in the face. Kaden gurgled, his mouth full of blood. He had one hand on his face, the other on his dick. He tried to crawl away, leaving a red trail across the carpet.

“Shane! Fucking stop!” I screamed.

Shane gave three more kicks—one to Kaden’s dick, one in the center of his chest, and another to his broken nose.

Someone banged on the door, but Shane had locked it when we came in.

Shane bent over, his face hovering an inch above Kaden’s. “Come near him again and I fucking kill you!”

Shane reached for my throat and tore off my necklace, the one Kaden had given me for our anniversary.

“Keep your fucking necklace,” he spat, throwing the necklace at Kaden, which hit the wall and fell impotently to the floor. Kaden writhed on the floor, screaming and crying, not having enough hands to shield what was broken and bleeding from further hurt.

I caught one final glimpse of Kaden, a patch of blood in the shape of his hand marring his Gemini tattoo, before Shane pushed the adjoining bathroom door open and shoved me inside. There was loud banging on the bedroom door, but no one thought to come in through the bathroom. Shane slammed the bathroom door behind him and locked it.

He grabbed our clothes, threw my jeans and sweater at me and then ordered me to get dressed. Kaden was crying and screaming in the bedroom, and someone was yelling to call 911 and telling Kaden to shut up before someone called the cops.

I put on my clothing and turned for the door.

“Go back for him and he won’t make it to the fucking hospital. No one will be able to stop me.”

I cried. I heaved and buried my face in my hands.

“You ready?” he asked. “Good, let’s go.”

Shane yanked me out of the bathroom into the hall. JockLover tried to stop Shane at the door, but he nailed him in the face and sent him flying back into the living room.

Shane shook his fist at the crowd around the door. “Any of you touch my boyfriend and you’ll get what I gave that slut in there.” He pushed me out into the hallway and into the elevator.

When we reached the ground floor, a group of paramedics rushed by, pressing the button for the 13th floor.

Shane dragged me to the E train at 42nd street, weaving in and out of the crowd of tourists. A train pulled up right as we reached the platform.

Shane could have attacked Kaden whenever he wanted to, but had waited and found the perfect opportunity to humiliate and make an example of him in public. I wondered what Kaden would tell his family, his roommates, about what had happened to his beautiful face. I feared what Shane had done to his dick to make it bend that way. I cried thinking about how much pain he must have been in.

Shane put an arm over my shoulder and kissed my forehead. I tried to pull away, but his hand held me still.

“I love you so much,” he said, kissing me again. “You know that, right? I love you more than anything.”

I breathed out through my nose, bunched my shoulders up under his grasp; he forced them back down again.

“But you make mistakes. And you keep making them. I threaten to break up with you, but that doesn’t work. You want more threeways, and I say OK to make you happy. Then I say no repeats, but you go and date that slut behind my back. He deserved what he got.”

I thought of Kaden. I wanted to call him, just to leave a voicemail and say I was sorry. To say it was over.

The subway stopped at Queens Plaza and the train emptied out except for Shane, a sleeping homeless man, and me.

“If me leaving didn’t work then I know this will,” Shane said. “I want your loyalty. I want you to respect me and love me. And I will have it, do you understand? If you ever do this again, I’ll beat the shit out of every single person you touch. If I find out you’re hiding a lover from me, I’ll break every bone in his body.”

I thought of Kaden again, his bloody Gemini tattoo, those sounds spitting out of his gummy bleeding mouth, his dick bent like a broken straw.

“You’re going to delete the Manhunt account when we get home. I’ll watch you as you do it.” Shane stood up as the train pulled into the Jackson Heights stop. “Got me?”

I hated him. I wanted to stand up and run away, but where would I go? What would I do? You can’t just stand up and leave the man you’ve lived with for four years, can you?

“Got me?” Shane repeated.

I looked down at his boots; the steel tips were dark and wet.

I nodded and wiped my eyes as the subway doors opened. Shane’s arm looped around my shoulders and he pulled me onto the platform before the doors could close behind us.

 

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