Thankfully, that hasn’t been an issue for me during this expedition.
Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had my ballsthisempty,thisoften, nor is my dick typically just ready to go another round within the hour.
That’s college me shit.
Law school life.
Which I’m far from.
I’m notold– despite the steady stream of jokes from the pair that I love licking my sack and calling me Master.
But I’m notyoung.
Damn sure, not as fucking young as either of them.
I get random back pains from pounding Salay too hard on the kitchen table at breakfast and sore knees from sucking Zero’s cock on the stairs and aches from trying to share a shower with both at once because they want me in there with them as much as I wanna be.
And Iwantto be there.
With them both.
Between them both.
Defending one, prosecuting the other, judging when an objective third party is necessary.
I like being on the couch, listening to him ramble about turtles while he types on his laptop and she cleans sand from underneath her nails, both with their feet propped up in my lap, like I’m a fucking footstool.
A footstool who gives thebestfoot rubs, for the record.
The type that somehow always manage to lead to someone sucking my dick or riding it.
Like I said.
Blue balls haven’t been an issue for me lately.
I’m frankly more concerned about what happenspostour time in paradise.
When Salay jumps ship because that’s what she does.
Has always done.
Agreed to do.
When Zero wants more and I have to overrule him because that’s whatIdo.
Have always done.
Shouldalways do.
Is it possible we could…come to an arrangement…anagreementof some sort in which all this lasts a little longer?
Or…a lotlonger?
Perhaps indefinitely?
Can we have what my best friend has?
He thinks it’s inevitable.
