After I graduated college I had a short-lived slutty phase. I am just not the the type of person who should be living that kind of lifestyle. It was exhausting-- assuming every little health hiccup was an STD rearing its ugly head really got old quick. I've since slowed down and become monogamous. It's so much more relaxing.
When I first moved to DC I met this guy online. He was from Spain but only sort of good looking. Part of me was like, "Well, what the hell, I should do a European before I die, right? Why not?"
I added him to my phone as "Barcelona" since that's where he was from. We started texting a little and it didn't take long before he admitted to having a boyfriend. I was immediately angry, "Oh hell nahh, I don't wanna play the home-wrecker card. Nope, no thank you!"
But before I could even communicate that to him, he said, "...and he's very excited to meet you too!"
I remember I paused while staring at my phone--reading the text over and over. My first reaction was, "Dafuuhh?" but after a second, I raised an eyebrow and a grin filled my face.
My thought process quickly evolved, "Ok?... Ok(.)... OK!"--- note the punctuations. Yes.
So I responded, "Ok, cool. Let's do this."
They lived together in a basement apartment down in Crystal City which is in Virginia just outside DC-- which to me, meant it was fucking far. I got there and they were super welcoming and super funny--- and the appropriate amount of uncomfortable. I made myself at home... being adorable, saying cute little things in Spanish-- they ate it up.
"Hola, me llamo Juanito. Tengo dos hermanos. Soy Americano. Cuantos años tienes tu?"
They indulged me and pretended to be impressed... (they were probably laughing at me, not with me).
Turns out they worked together, Barcelona as head chef and the boyfriend as a waiter at the same restaurant. Lo and behold it was a well known Spanish place in the DC area that'd I'd been to a few times--- it wins all these awards and is way up there according to the posh DC foodies. There are three locations, one in VA, one in DC, and one in MD. So this dude was a fucking award winning, top-notch tapas chef. Of course when I got there they fed me the most amazing authentic tapas, paella, and wine and we spent the evening talking, drinking, and chain smoking cigarettes.
The boyfriend was way hotter in my opinion. He was from Panama and seemed to have a rougher life than the seemingly privileged Barcelona. He was shorter but much more muscular and sexy. He had longish black hair that was slicked back and still wet from the shower--he reminded me of a sweaty, sexy latin soccer player. He spoke with such a sexy accent and was very friendly and warm. I remember him getting adorably excited showing me pictures of his family.
Barcelona was a little goofier, less attractive, and not even in really great shape. He too was very friendly and welcoming but a little more reserved than Panama. They were so concerned with me being comfortable that they showered me in food and wine. He was so modest about his cooking and would apologize for the temperature or the spice not being exactly how he intended it to be. I remember reassuring them that it was perfect.
They both seemed so supportive and truly wanted the best for each other. Barcelona would motivate Panama to learn to cook and potentially become a chef himself. I got the sense that Barcelona had a fairly good upbringing whereas Panama was poorer and struggled to come to the US. They both seemed so wise and emphasized how important and freeing it is to come out. They took turns talking about their coming out and how their grandparents will never know and how that's for the best, but their immediate family members were pretty accepting, especially over time. They were just sweet dudes.
At one point they spoke to each other in Spanish and then came to some sort of agreement. Next thing I knew I was being whisked into the back bedroom and told to sit on the bed. They asked if I watched porn and I said yes.
They turned on the TV and started playing a gay military porn. They joined me on either side and started jerking off. I'd never done anything like this before so I was a little uncomfortable at first--not to mention I wasn't totally prepared for it, it felt like it all started happening so fast. I looked to either side of me and saw
I started jerking off a little too but was too distracted to really get into it-- especially in the beginning. At some point, one of them started making out with me, I can't remember which one but I went with it. It was kinda nice actually because they were both really concerned with me being comfortable, which meant I got most of the attention.
They were both blowing me for a while until, almost like clockwork, Barcelona got on all fours and Panama got behind him and started fucking him. Which meant I was left watching. It was thrilling. I'd never been in the same room while other people were fucking before and it was pretty hot. I just stared on.
Then Barcelona started sucking me off. Anyway, the rest is history I guess-- you can fill in the ending how ever you like and probably wouldn't be that far off. It was quite the experience for me. It felt safe and they were good people to share that with. They were respectful and adventurous and just overall pleasant. It was just nice to be welcomed into their little world.
As far as threesomes go, I think it went pretty well. OK, ok, it was no Frank, Claire, and Meechum experience, but it could definitely hold a candle to it.
