It was late Friday afternoon. Id just arrived home, threw my jacket on the sofa and tensed my shoulders in an attempt to find relief from a hard day at the office. Truth be told, it had been quite a week and I was looking forward to a weekend of peace and relaxation. I heaved a sigh of relieve while pouring whiskey into a tumbler, when the telephone rang. Hello? I growled as in: Who are you and what the hell do you want? I allowed the tone of my voice to convey what I really wanted to say. I was pissed off by the interruption. I desperately wanted to unwind. This had better be good. There was a startled pause before the person on the other end of the line said, John. John. Its me, Paul. How are you, buddy? Well, fuck me sideways... I started to say while reaching out for a seat. Listen John, Im in town with my wife, and I was wondering if you would be free for a drink tonight? Youre married? You? Married? Youre kidding me, right? Paul and I had been friends since college. He always tried to come across to be your run-of-the-mill macho kind of guy...until we ended up being roommates. At one point, we were both without girlfriends and were horny as hell. It was a Saturday night. We popped in some porn and our side by side jack-off session led to our introduction to the world of cocksucking. Everything changed after that, because we soon agreed that life was much simpler (and cheaper) without girlfriends...most especially since we were willing to lend each other a helping hand...or mouth...or ass. Paul left town after his graduation and we somehow ended up losing contact with each other. My thoughts were interrupted by his response to my skeptic reaction. We joked around for a bit before I confirmed the time and place of our meeting. Were my ears deceiving me? I thought as I put down the phone. Could it really be that Pauls back in town? I left the questions in my mind along with my glass of whiskey while I retreated to my en-suite bathroom, stripped off my clothes and soaped up my weary body under the warm and steady flow of water in the shower. As I shifted my soapy attention to my cock and ass, I had flashbacks of our pleasurable times together. Its a shame that hes married, I said to myself, oh well, those were the days... I stepped out of the shower, toweled myself dry, got dressed, grabbed a bite to eat and found myself sitting on a comfortable barstool, sipping on a glass of scotch and enjoying the company of Paul and his wife, Lindsey, about three hours after hed called me. Our introductions were a bit awkward, at least on my part, as I found it difficult to believe that he really was married. I would never have guessed that Paul, MY Paul would settle down and get married one day. The awkwardness diminished with each glass of whisky. Lindseys bubbly personality was infectious, while Paul was just um, how do I put it? Paul was just Paul; there was no other way to describe him. He was all jokes they were used as a barrier to hide his shy, vulnerable and introverted self. Ive always wondered where this silent coyness came from. His voice was dulled out of my awareness while I studied his face. He was always a looker. He was sexy as hell, most especially in the evenings; after his stubble had been given the opportunity to grow for a couple of hours. His piercing blue eyes combined with the cleft in his chin and dark brown hair were always hypnotic. Yes, they still were. He could be my snake charmer anytime. Id often hoped that Paul would trust me enough to cast aside his boisterous exterior and allow me in and befriend the scared boy that rested inside of him. What is it about him? I asked myself. Even after all of these years, I still found myself being drawn to that man. I realized that Paul was talking to me when Lindsey reached over and touched my hand. Was it just me or did I just sense a seductiveness as she allowed her hand to fleetingly pass over mine? I could almost detect an air of sultriness in the air. It was electrifying. Lindsey smiled. I could visualize myself sliding my tongue between those cherry colored lips of hers. Oh, God! Who to do? Who to do? Lindsey, Paul. Paul, Lindsey. Both! Oh yes, puhleez, let me have them both; served up on a platter; a feast fit for a king! It was times like this when I happy to be bisexual. The alcohol started to take its toll. Truth be told, I dont remember much of what followed next. I do remember all of the crucial information, though: I had invited them over to my place for a nightcap. I live on the 23rd floor of an upscale apartment block. The interior of my living space consists of shale tiled walls, carpeted floors and steel finishes. I have large windows that overlook the city a canvas painted by shimmering lights that cast varying hues of grey upon the walls...quite like my sexuality. I reached out to switch on the light, but Lindsey stopped me. Please dont? Its absolutely beautiful, she said as she headed towards the window. I obeyed. I remember pouring each of us a glass of wine and setting it down on the coffee table. I took a swig out of my glass. The wine tasted good. Anybody that knows me will tell you that I hate the quiet, so I immediately stood up and switched on my stereo system. The music played faintly in the background while we chatted about life since our graduation. Paul finished telling me about how he met Lindsey, when he asked where the bathroom was. He excused himself. Lindsey and I sat in silence for a couple of seconds...though it felt like it was for several minutes. Can I give you a top up? I asked, while lifting the bottle of wine from the coffee table. Please, that will be lovely, she replied while holding her wineglass in my direction. I smiled at her while I poured wine in her glass. Its really good to meet you. I can see that you make Paul happy and I cant begin to tell you just how much it pleases me, I said. I dont know how it is that we lost contact with each other, but hes always meant a lot to me. I can tell you that you mean a lot to Paul as well, Lindsey began, he even talks to you in his sleep. He does? I asked surprised. Yes, he does. She gave out a soft yet embarrassed laugh. From what hes said, its safe to conclude that you sure know how to pleasure his monster. Wine sprayed out of my mouth and nostrils. The situation couldnt have been more uncomfortable. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I didnt know what was worse, Lindseys knowledge of our college day antics or the fact that Id just covered her in wine. I am so sorry, I began, let me get you something to clean yourself with. No. Youre going to lick me clean. In an instant, Lindsey had freed both of her wine soaked breasts and held out her cleavage in my direction. What the fuck is going on?!! Pauls voice bellowed from behind me. I hadnt heard his return. Paul...Paul... I stammered. Oh God, could things get any worse than this? Its not what you think.... Paul cut me off. Now thats a damn shame...I was hoping that the two of you were getting things warmed up for me.