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 THE INVITATION

   Some people are passive, some are aggressive and some are
passive-aggressive.  For the most part, I fall into the passive category
although I've been known to employ passive-aggression when I think it'll
get me what I want.  Sometimes I can be a real butt, that way.  Growing up
in a household where the consequence of even the most innocent error was a
smack across the side of the head, I learned early in life that passive
behavior and a low profile were the keys to survival.

   My older brother never did learn that lesson.  He was aggressive to the
point of open defiance of our parents resulting in his getting the shit
beat out of him on a regular basis.  Life was hard for him and he wound up
spending nearly half his years in some sort of correctional facility before
he died in a motorcycle accident at the age of thirty.

   By her mid-teens, my younger sister had taken solace in booze and
fucking anybody that would keep her supplied with her drug of choice.  She
didn't live as long as my brother.

   Before you give up on this story as being just too depressing, let me
promise you a happy ending.  I'm simply pointing out that there are people
like me blessed with innate survival skills, while others are in a race to
learn them before circumstance catches up to them with a disastrous
outcome. My siblings and I were merely three of many millions of kids born
to parents who had no more business raising children than a slack-jawed
idiot.

   Along with my mild-mannered nature, I have a functioning brain and did
really well in school.  Since I learned early on not to flaunt my academic
talents, I wasn't very often the target of the school tough guys.  They
pretty much ignored me and that's exactly what I wanted.  On the rare
occasion that I couldn't talk my way around a dispute, I was fairly
successful at verbally shaming my opponent into submission.  When that
didn't work, I sometimes got a fat lip for my troubles.  As a fighter, I
made a very good punching bag.

   Around the age of fourteen, puberty began asserting itself in the form
of voice change, body hair and growing genitals.  As I watched my male
classmates strut and preen and listened to them tell lies about their
sexual conquests, I gradually became aware that I was somewhat sexually
ambivalent.  I mean I had desires and erections and all that, but the
objects of my desires were as likely to be male as female.  Both could stir
up lustful sexual fantasies.  It didn't take a genius to appreciate that
this was not something you discussed with your teammates on the soccer
field.  The society I grew up in wore their homophobia as a badge of honor.
Being saddled with the epithet 'fag' or 'queer' was a sure path to social
ostracism as well as a few bruises.

   So, consciously suppressing any attempts to get too close to guys that
stirred up my hormones, I played the hetero game with reasonable success. I
had sex with someone other than my right hand for the first time when I was
fifteen.  She wasn't my girlfriend, she was my nineteen year old rather
homely and somewhat overweight cousin who was always telling me I was
'pretty'; not an adjective a guy wants to have applied to him if he's
trying to stay below the radar.  Anyhow, she took my hand and pulled me
into the woods at a family reunion picnic and gave me a blowjob that lasted
less than a minute before she got a mouthful.  I enjoyed it but I think she
felt cheated.

   By the time I went off to college - the first ever in my extended family
- I'd dated, made out in the back seats of cars, even groped my fair share
of boobs, but I'd never had real sex with a girl other than my cousin and
that hardly counted since I never got into her knickers.

   When I finally 'did it', it was with a girl I met in my freshman English
Comp class.  We became very close friends and I loved her dearly but I
wasn't IN love with her.  I can say that now but, at the time, I didn't
have enough experience to make the distinction.  The sex happened one
evening when we were in her apartment smoking pot and creating solutions to
all the world's problems.  We got to giggling and tickling each other and
wound up touching enough of each other's body parts that the most natural
next thing to do was to fuck.

   We had sex pretty regularly after that.  But then, as the novelty wore
thin and as it became more and more apparent to me that I didn't feel about
her the same way she felt about me, I began to withdraw into my passive,
isolation mode.  The harder she pushed me to respond to her, the more I
closed myself off.  Well, relationships can't exist in that kind of
emotional vacuum so I wound up losing both a lover and a friend.  I've felt
ashamed of the way I treated her ever since.  Like the old song says,
'Growing up is hard to do', or something like that.



   *********

   Like many of my ilk, I might have gone through the rest of my life
living in this sexual limbo if I hadn't accidentally run across a kindred
spirit.

   Although I intended to get my degree in English, I had a strong interest
in the sciences as well.  My partner in the dissection lab of a zoology
course was a pre-med student.  Gabor was his name and his family had moved
here from Hungary.  He had a noticeable accent but his English was
excellent.  Add in that he was very bright, witty and about as nice a guy
as you'd ever meet.  Watching him dissect our fetal pig, I could easily
imagine him probing deeply into someone's brain.

   One day, about half way through the fall semester of my junior year, I
saw him sitting alone in a corner booth at the Heidelberg, a campus hangout
known for its pizzas, calzones and classical music LPs on the jukebox.  Go
figure!  He was munching on a slice, sipping a glass of beer and reading a
textbook.  He waved me over when he saw me and I slid into the booth across
the table from him.

   "How's it going, Ethan?" He asked.  "Ready for the zoology mid-term?"

   "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.  Looks like you're doing some last
minute boning up." I said, pointing to the textbook.

   "You know how it is with pre-med students.  Anything less than a 4.0 is
unacceptable."

   I laughed, "No, I don't know how it is and I don't want to.  You're a
better man than I am, Gunga Din."

   "Who the hell is Gunga Din?"

   "Nobody you need to worry about.  You'll read the book someday." I
changed the subject.  "You told me you were going to try to get a date with
that fox, Rhonda.  Have any luck?"

   He grinned and nodded his head.  "This Friday.  We're going to see Pepe
Romero.  We were incredibly lucky to get tickets."

   "Ahh!  You lucky dog, you!  I'm jealous!  That guy's absolutely amazing.
I think I've got everything he ever recorded."

   "So, you're a fan, huh?"

   "Like the Pope's a Catholic!"

   "Well, as it happens, my dad's boss has box seats at the theater. 
That's how we got tickets and I'm sure we could squeeze in one more seat."

   I'm sure my mouth was hanging open.  "Jeez, Gabor!  If you can do that,
I'll promise you anything you want, including a blow job if you're so
inclined."

   I thought I was kidding but Gabor looked at me for a moment and said,
"Don't make promises you won't keep."

   It took me a minute to decide he was being serious.  "I always keep my
promises, my friend."

   He smiled and let it slide.  "OK, then.  Meet us in front of the Chez
Henri at six and we'll have dinner before the show.  Oh, and, wear
something besides jeans and a sweatshirt, Ethan."

   "That means I'll have to go shopping but, for Pepe Romero, I'll do it.
I've got a class in ten minutes.  See you guys Friday at six."

   The whole rest of the week, I was excited on two levels.  Hearing and
seeing Romero do things with a guitar that nobody else could do was
something I'd treasure forever.  That Gabor even hinted that sex with him
was a possibility gave me a boner every time I thought about it.  He was
one of those guys who could really stir up my hormones.  I was anxious to
find out if he was serious but I knew I had to be very careful.  The last
thing I wanted to do was throw a big monkey wrench into a perfectly good
friendship.  I didn't intend to make that mistake twice.

   I'm one of those people who have all the fashion sense of a three-year
old but I followed the recommendation of the saleslady and went with a nice
tweed sport jacket and dark brown pants.  She also took the tie I was
considering out of my hands and selected a considerably more conservative
one.

   I'm glad I took her advice because when I met up with Rhonda and Gabor,
he said, "My god Ethan, you look absolutely civilized!"

   "Thanks, I think.  Rhonda, you're looking especially gorgeous tonight.
How did this troglodyte talk you into being seen in public with him?"

   "With the promise of diner at Chez Henri and a chance to see Pepe
Romero; that and the prospect of wanton sex later on.  I've always had a
thing for troglodytes." We all laughed but the mental image it stirred up
in my brain also caused a stirring in my shorts.

   I'll take a moment to describe my friends.  Gabor is just short of six
feet with black hair and olive skin, no doubt Mediterranean in genetic
origin.  He's an avid footballer, soccer player to us Yanks, and keeps
himself very physically fit.  His pale blue eyes contrast sharply with his
swarthy complexion.  That combination and a smile that could melt stone
makes me catch my breath and wonder what he finds attractive in a plain
John like me.

   Rhonda?  Well, Rhonda is just Rhonda.  Eyes follow her wherever she
goes. She's one of those rare fortunates who have it all; soft brown hair,
creamy skin, beautiful brown eyes and a figure most women would kill for.
You can add to that the fact that she's on the Dean's Honor Roll every
semester.  It actually made me a little jealous that she and Gabor were
such an ideal match.

   Gabor is fluent in French so he took the occasion to show off and order
for all of us, even though the waiter probably spoke English like a native.
The dinner was excellent, though it punched a big hole in my checking
account when I insisted on treating.  I felt obliged since Gabor came up
with the tickets.  We killed a bottle of wine between the three of us; just
enough to get a nice glow started.

   Romero is a man who was born and bred into music and he lives it like a
religion.  Even if you're not a fan of classical guitar, you can't hear him
play without being moved by his genius.  Call me a snob but I'm inclined to
think if you don't love Romero and his music, you have no soul.  We left
the theater with our hands still tingling from applauding so
enthusiastically.

   Outside the entrance, I turned to Gabor.  "My man, I can't thank you
enough for this incredible evening.  I'll always owe you for this one. 
Rhonda, thanks so much for allowing me to be seen in your company.  My rep
has been bumped up at least two notches."

   I kissed her on the cheek and had taken Gabor's hand to say 'good
night', when he said, "Hey, the evening's young.  I know for a fact you
have no classes tomorrow so forget going home.  You're coming with us back
to Rhonda's place for more wine and a little cultural exchange."

   I was reluctant.  "Are you sure?  I mean, I appreciate the invitation
but I don't want to be the one to make it a crowd."

   Rhonda took my arm and pulled me along the sidewalk.  "Where's your
sense of adventure, Ethan?  Have you no imagination?"



   *********

   Rhonda's place was a very nice two-bedroom apartment over a detached
three-car garage.  The outside stairs led to a deck big enough to hold a
patio table and four chairs along with several planter boxes.  The inside
was decorated like something out of Old England with heavy wooden pieces
and overstuffed chairs and couch.  It sounds overpowering but it was
actually very homey.

   Gabor and I plopped onto the couch as Rhonda went into the kitchen to
get a bottle of chilled white wine and her stash of high-grade pot.  When
she set down the tray with bottle, glasses and fixin's, I knew it was going
to be a fun night.

   We talked a little about school.  Rhonda was a math major and planned to
study civil engineering.  I had a mental image of all work at a
construction site coming to a standstill as she strolled around in her
hardhat while the laborers ogled her and drooled on their dirty T-shirts.
She asked me what kind of living I hoped to make with a degree in English.
I said if failed as a writer, I could always pick up a few education
credits and teach high school.  I didn't aspire to fabulous wealth but I
wouldn't turn it down if it forced itself on me.  Gabor's chosen profession
had never been in question.  He'd wanted to be a physician for as long as
he could remember.  The only thing left to decide was what specialty would
be fortunate enough to count him among their ranks.

   A couple of joints, a couple of glasses of wine and a lot of laughs
later I caught Gabor and Rhonda casting little 'I-want-you-so-much' glances
at each other and took that as my cue.

   I stood and reached for my jacket.  "Well, guys, I'm about done for.  I
think I'll head back home and crash.  Thanks so much for a great time."

   They both protested but they couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes
knowing they'd soon be naked and all over each other.  I couldn't decide
which of them I envied most.



   *********

   A few days later, Rhonda saw me walking across the quad and yelled at
me. "Hey, Ethan, wait up!"

   I was pleasantly surprised when she greeted me with a little kiss on the
lips.

   "Hi, Rhonda!  You look nice as always.  Thanks again for a great evening
last Friday.  I'd love to do it again sometime."

   "That's what I wanted to talk to you about.  Would you like to come over
to my place tonight for dinner?"

   "Uh, sure, I'd be delighted!  Tell me what Gabor's bringing and I'll
bring something else."

   "Gabor isn't coming.  It's just you and me."

   I must have looked as confused as I felt.  "Oh.  I just thought that,
uh, well ..."

   She laughed at my addled state.  "Ethan, Gabor's a really great guy and
I hope to see a lot more of him but we've only had one date.  There's no
commitment between us or anything.  I think you're a nice guy too so I'm
asking you to dinner.  I'm not trolling for a life-long partner."

   I guess I blushed a little.  "Thanks, Rhonda.  What time should I be
there and what kind of wine should I bring?"

   "I thought I'd bake a lasagna so how about a nice Chianti?  About seven
OK with you?"

   "You bet.  See you then." I thought my face would split with the grin
stretching across it from ear to ear.

   I showed up in the tweed jacket again but sans tie.  When I handed her
the wine, I boldly leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.  I
figured she'd started it.  The aroma of the Italian spices made my mouth
water and I made the salad while she set the table and took the lasagna out
of the oven to rest and cool.

   Dinner was very pleasant.  We laughed a lot and chatted about nothing in
particular.  We finished the bottle of Chianti sitting on her huge
overstuffed sofa and listened to a recording she had of more Romero
wizardry.  She offered some marijuana but I passed.  I never really learned
to like the way it distorted my sense of time.

   As the evening wore on, we managed to get physically closer and closer
to each other until she was snuggled up against me in the corner of the
couch.  I had my arm around her shoulder and her breasts pressing against
my side had the inevitable effect; the boner in my pants was clearly in
evidence.  What's more, I wanted her to see it since she was responsible
for it.

   She giggled as she slid her hand down my shirt and took a firm hold on
the bulge.  "Looks like this guy needs some help.  How about we go into my
bedroom and give him some exercise?" After turning off the lights, she took
my hand and led me to her bed.  I was having a hard time getting it through
my skull that I was about to make love to this Venus with arms.

   Rhonda lit a candle on her dresser and turned off the lamp before she
unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.  "Your turn," she smiled.
I took the hem of her knit top and lifted it over her head.  Her bra was of
the sheerest material and I doubted it was needed for support.  Her cool
fingers brushing against the hair on my belly caused my breath to catch as
she unbuckled my belt and slid the zipper down, letting my pants drop
around my ankles.  I stepped out of my shoes.  John Thomas was straining
against my boxers.  I unbuttoned her tight black slacks and slid the side
zipper down.  I had to tug a bit but they oozed around her lovely hips and
dropped, leaving her clad in practically invisible panties and that sheer
bra.  A nest of dark hair was clearly visible through the transparent
fabric.  As I knelt and helped her step out of her slacks, she reached
behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it drop across my shoulder.  She
giggled as I rose, holding it over my nose and deeply inhaling her aroma.
Her breasts were absolutely gorgeous; the perfect size, the perfect shape,
her aureoles and nipples the perfect color.  I lightly stroked both of them
with the backs of my fingers.  We grinned at each other as we slid our
underwear down our legs at the same time.  I pulled off my socks.

   "Pretty impressive!" she said, watching my dick bouncing in
anticipation. "I'm going to have fun with that.  And since I'm on the pill,
it's going to be bareback.  I hope you approve."

   In answer, I took one step forward and pulled her body against mine.  If
I hadn't been slightly numbed by half a bottle of wine, I might have fired
a load right then and there.  Guiding her backward to the bed, I dropped to
my knees as she sat.  I made love to her breasts while my hands experienced
the warmth and smoothness of her back and buttocks.  She arched her back,
pushing a nipple into my mouth.  When they were as hard as beads, I let my
tongue slide down her flat belly and trace circles around her naval,
eliciting soft little groans and sighs.  As I gently pushed her legs apart,
she leaned back on her elbows to watch.

   My tongue traced the outline of her dense bush before I dropped my head
down and began licking the insides of her legs from the knees upward.  The
closer I got to my goal, the more urgent was her breathing and sighing.  At
last I buried my nose in her bush and began ministering to her labia and
clitoris with the aim of driving her wild with need.  It wasn't long before
she gasped and shuddered, calling out my name.  "Ethan, oh god, Ethan,
don't stop!  Don't stop!" I kept plunging my tongue as far into her as I
could get it.  Gradually, she relaxed, combing her fingers through my hair.

   She tugged lightly on my ear.  "Come on up here and let's see if that
gorgeous cock is as talented as you tongue." I licked my way up her body
until I was smearing her own juices around her mouth with my lips.  She
reached down and guided me to the right spot.  She was so wet I slid into
her feeling no more resistance than a firm tightness.  Within half a dozen
strokes, I was rubbing the head of my cock against her cervix.  "Hold still
Ethan!  Let me just experience you for a while." Her vaginal muscles began
a rhythmic contraction, creating a sensation nearly impossible to describe.
For several minutes, I moved just enough to feel her grip on my dick but
not enough to send me over the top.

   I was resting on my hands and looking down at her lovely brown eyes
looking back at mine.  Nothing was said because nothing needed to be said.
We just reveled in an exquisite sense of each other as the moment grew
nearer.

   I sensed she was ready when she reached up and pulled me down onto her.
"I feel it coming, Ethan.  Do it now!  Lets finish together!" Her beautiful
long legs wrapped themselves around my hips and added to the power of each
stroke.  We arrived just seconds apart; first her shuddering orgasm
followed in moments by an eruption of streams of semen blasting into her
depths.  We clung tightly to each other as the excitement and sensations
ebbed.

   I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, still panting to catch my
breath.  I held her hand as we smiled at each other.  "Rhonda, I've never
felt anything that good in my whole life.  I don't know if I'll ever be
able to get this grin off my face."

   "I'll tell you a little secret, Ethan.  I've been fantasizing about how
good a lover you'd be for a long time.  You're better than my fantasies.  I
was thrilled when Gabor told me he'd invited you to the concert."

   "I'm not at all sure what attracts you to me but I'm sure as hell not
going to complain.  You've got to be the object of half the wet dreams on
campus.  I would have never in a million years held out any hope of making
love to you."

   She laughed.  "OK, enough of this mutual admiration stuff.  We found
each other and I guess neither of us was disappointed.  Why don't we plan
on indulging in more bouts of shameless rutting from time to time?"

   "I'll make sure my calendar is clear, girl.  How about dinner at my
place next time?  I happen to be a pretty good cook, myself.  Say next
Friday?"

   "Mm, sorry.  I have a date with your good friend, Gabor.  We're going to
bike up into the hills and camp out overnight."

   I sighed, "My loss.  And I'm jealous although I have to compliment you
on your taste in men."



   **********

   I saw Gabor the next evening at the Heidelberg.  "Hey, buddy, how'd you
do on the zoo mid-term?" I asked as I slid into the booth.

   "I did what I had to.  How about you?"

   "Got a 'B' but I'm happy with it.  Rhonda tells me you guys are going
camping this weekend.  Sounds like a lot of fun."

   "Yeah, she told me you two had dinner together.  I knew she'd like you."

   "I'm hungry, Gabor.  Want to split a pitcher and a pizza?"

   "Sounds good!  Sausage, mushrooms and olives on my half."

   We stuffed ourselves and finished the pitcher of beer, adding a couple
of shots of schnapps along the way.  We weren't really celebrating anything
but we wound up getting ourselves on the far side of tipsy by the time we
stepped into the cold evening air.  My apartment was a block further down
the street from his so we slowly ambled down the sidewalk together,
chatting and enjoying the pleasant evening.  When we got to his place, he
asked me up for one last drink.

   "Why not?  I already know I'm going to have a headache tomorrow so one
more won't make any difference."

   "That's the spirit!"

   Gabor's apartment was just the opposite of Rhonda's, ultra-modern and
minimalist.  I didn't pretend to understand his collection of sculptures
and original paintings but somehow they all complimented each other.  The
whole place had a sense of space and freshness.

   I stood in the middle of his living room and looked around.  "Very nice,
Gabor.  Not what I would have guessed but I really like it."

   "Thanks," he said, handing me a glass of some clear, potent smelling
liquid.  I'm glad I took only a small sip.  The slivovitz felt like it was
scorching my esophagus all the way down.

   He laughed when he saw my watery eyes.  "Oops, I should have warned
you."

   "No, it's OK," I rasped.  "I like the taste."

   "Here's something else I should have warned you about." He leaned
forward and kissed me very softly on the lips.

   "Gabor," I said as he stepped back.  "I was so not expecting that."

   "Are you offended?"

   "Offended?  My god, why would I be offended?  I want you so badly when
we're around each other that I can hardly breathe.  I was terrified of
making a move out of fear of losing you as my friend."

   He smiled, picking up a remote device and lowering the ambient light
level to a soft amber glow.  Locked eye to eye, we wasted no time getting
out of our clothes.  We stood naked in the middle of the room, looking at
each other, liking what we saw.  Our bodies were very similar except his
was more finely chiseled and had black hair where I had brown.  No guy
grows into adulthood without having some notion of how he stacks up,
equipment-wise.  I knew I was somewhat larger than average and I saw that
Gabor was every millimeter my equal.  Not that that was any criterion.  The
size of his penis had no bearing on my lust.  It was him I wanted and I had
to have him.

   Still locked onto his eyes, I knelt in front of him and put my right
hand around his beautiful erect member while cupping his testicles in my
left.  I slid his foreskin back and licked the pre-cum from his slit.  His
hands brushed through my hair as I took as much of him into my mouth as I
could manage.  This was a first for me and all I wanted was to give him
pleasure.  For as long as I could remember, I'd wanted to do this to a man
and now my fantasies were being realized.  As his cock move slowly in and
out, my hands experienced the sculptured hardness of his belly, his chest,
his back, his ass.  The smell of his sex caressed my nose, driving my
desire to incredible levels.  I wanted - no - I needed to taste his semen.
At that moment, there was nothing else in the world more important to me.

   Gabor slid his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet.  He took my
hand in his and led me to a king-sized mattress lying directly on the
floor, covered with a black duvet and throw pillows in multiple colors.  He
lay on the bed, pulling me down into a powerful embrace, covering my face
and mouth with passionate kisses.  It's like we'd both been waiting our
whole lives for this moment.  We writhed, humping our cocks against each
other's bellies, neither of us wanting to miss experiencing a single square
inch of the other's body.

   He pushed my shoulders up and looked at me.  "I want to fuck you, Ethan.
Will you let me do that?"

   "I want you to fuck me, Gabor, but I've never done it before.  I don't
know if I can handle anything that big."

   "I'll go slow.  I'll make you love it, Ethan.  Do you trust me?"

   With no hesitation, I said, "Of course I trust you.  Just tell me what
to do."

   Gabor rolled me onto my back and reached into a nightstand to retrieve a
tube of lubricant and a condom.  Setting them on the floor next to the bed,
he spread my legs and pushed them back toward my chest.  He began by
licking my balls and shaft, briefly taking my cock into his mouth and
sucking it for a few seconds.  Then his tongue moved down the shaft and
licked around and under my scrotum, causing me to gasp in pleasure.  His
tongue moved closer and closer to my anus making it pucker in anticipation.
When he made contact, it was like an electric shock shooting up into my
belly.  He kept licking and probing with his tongue.  I'd never experienced
anything like it.

   I have to admit I was anxious when he reached back and picked up the
tube of lubricant.  He smeared some on my anus and on his finger, then slid
it easily into my body.  It moved in and out several time, massaging my
prostate in the process and relaxing the sphincter.  When he added a second
finger, the stretch was a little uncomfortable but not painful.  Little by
little, as he probed me, I felt the ring of muscle stretch and relax.  The
addition of his third finger was no more uncomfortable than the second.

   "I think I'm ready now, Gabor.  Go ahead and try it."

   He smiled as he rolled the condom down his stiff cock.  He smeared lube
onto it and added another dollop into my open hole.  Placing the bulbous
head against me, he slowly pushed forward until it was all the way in.

   "OK, wait a minute!" I directed.  "Let me get used to that." I stroked
my cock as I bore down like I was trying to move my bowels.  I was
surprised to feel him sliding further into me with no pain.

   He hooked his arms under my knees, bringing my ass up to the perfect
level.  Very slowly and carefully, my lover began to fuck me.  Before that
moment, I had no idea that being fucked in the ass could feel so wonderful.
I always thought it was something I would have to endure to give my lover
pleasure.  I was delighted to find that having Gabor's cock buried in me to
his pubes was intensely pleasurable.  He stroked my cock in rhythm with his
penetrations.  Within a few minutes, I could tell from his gasping breaths
that he was getting close.

   "Oh, yeah!  Fuck me, Gabor!  Let me have it all!"

   He cried out as his back arched, driving his cock all the way into me
and filling the condom with his semen.  The moment I felt his cock spasm
inside me, I shot my own load all over my belly and chest.  Still buried
deeply within me, he fell forward resting his face on my chest.

   "Did you like that, Ethan?"

   "Oh, man, that was everything I'd ever hoped for and then some.  Please
promise we'll do this a lot."

   He raised his head and smiled at me.  "I think I can promise you more
than that."

   "Like?"

   "No.  Let's take a shower first.  I have a proposition for you."

   We scrubbed each clean of sweat and sex under the warm spray.  After
drying off, he tossed me a terry robe and we went into the living room. 
"How about a cup of tea," he asked.

   "I'd love some.  I've had enough alcohol to last for a month."

   He set the mug on the coffee table and sat next to me on the couch,
leaning over to kiss my cheek.  Smiling, he said, "I hope you won't be
upset with us but we had to make sure we were going to be compatible."

   "We?  We, who?"

   "We, as in Rhonda and I."

   "OK, I'm not catching on, Gabor.  Please explain."

   "Well, it's like this.  Rhonda and I had absolutely fantastic sex the
night of the concert.  In fact it was so wonderful and we were so taken
with each other that we knew it would be much more than a one-nighter. 
After you left, she surprised me by saying she was hoping you'd stay and
join us in a threesome.  I said I would have liked that too and she asked
me if I was sexually attracted to you.  I told her I was.  Well, she had
the hots for you as well, so we thought we'd each find a way to have sex
with you to make sure we were compatible before we asked you to move in
with us."

   I sat there stunned.  I wasn't sure whether I should be upset at being
'tested' or ecstatic that I'd passed muster.  He saw me trying to wrap my
brain around his disclosure and took my hand.

   "Ethan, I'm sorry if what we did upsets you.  We couldn't know if you'd
even be interested in living with us, but we didn't want to extend an
invitation and then regret it later.  I think the three of us would be very
happy together.  You're everything we want, including being an awesome
lover.  Please say you'll consider it."

   I looked at his handsome face for a long time.  "You know, I've managed
to deny my bisexuality my whole life, Gabor.  What you and Rhonda are
offering is something out of storybook.  I'd be insane to miss an
opportunity to be with the two people I love most."

   He kissed me and picked up his cell phone, pushing a number on the
speed-dial.  "Hi, Rhonda.  Ethan and I were wondering if you'd like to come
over to my place."

   END