He wants a story. Here it is.

I'm very cerebral. Get in my head, I'm yours. Turn me off intellectually, I'm gone. Once that switch is off, it's never turned on again. Regardless if you're a prostitute or a rocket scientist, that's just how I'm wired.

And so now this other writer from this one particular original AMC series, is following my blogs.

What do you want?

A story?

Fine.

Let's just get this out of the way...

Hypothetically speaking...

My two male consociates, Kelly and Evan, have ruined me for all other men.

How?

Kelly is happily married to a fantastic beautiful (stunning!) woman. They found me on a swinger website some years ago. I thought they were  both adult performers, or I thought at least she was, but at the time we met, neither were.

Kelly, his wife, and I met, hung out, really enjoyed each other's company, and hung out again. Platonic. Dinners. Drinks. Then she asked if while she was out of town would I mind keeping Kelly company. And that's how our friendship began.

I had kept other husbands company this way. So this was nothing new.

Evan, is single, not surprisingly. I can barely tolerate being in the same room with him now. Entitlement. Arrogance. What I once thought endearing in character, no more.

He reminds me of Joseph, a friend of Aramis.

Evan's mere presence makes me edgy. He's extremely attractive, movie star attractive, and well-taken care of by generous married women (Currently just the two.)

Both men are very well endowed, with compulsion to "pump". How do I know this?

Timing is everything.

I met Scott, in 2007, on a swinger website. I was in a serious relationship on the rocks at the time, moved out and got my own place.

Scott asked if I ever had two men at one time.

Yes I had.

"How?" Scott asked.

One guy at each end.

"Ever consider a DP or a DVP?" Scott asked. "I have this buddy. His name is Evan."

My experience with these two men, Scott and Evan, changed my life. I had been with two men before, regularly, they were roommates, but not like this. To be surrounded and sexually overwhelmed by these two masculine men, was the most feminine, empowering and sexy, I had ever felt.

Sometime in 2011, was the first time I heard the term "airtight". And I wanted to try this since my ex and I were fighting again, and I had once more moved out.

Timing is everything.

And thats when Kelly and his wife found me on a swinger website.

It's all about timing.

I somehow managed my "airtight" with Scott, Kelly, and Evan. Kelly's wife snapped the photos and posted them on their swinger website.

And that's when all the nuttiness began.

To my knowledge, honest truth, Scott, Evan, and Kelly are 100% straight.

100%

They all know I've given oral on a guy with another guy before. So if ever they were curious, they could totally talk about it with me. But it's never come up. Not once. Not ever.

So as you can imagine, naturally, when (this other guy) who saw our photos said, "You know fellas, you could make some money webcamming in the gay circuit..."

Scott, Evan, and Kelly, all told (this other guy) to go fuck himself.

But me, being who I am, being wired the way I am, asked (this other guy), "How much money are we talking about?"

I've been told, repeatedly, gay porn makes far more money than straight porn. And I can only assess this piece of information, on a personal level, hypothetically speaking, based on past webcam experience, as being entirely correct.

In my forever studious persona, I asked Evan, "Why would gay men want to masturbate watching you and other men have anal sex with me, a girl?"

"I don't know. Whatever." Evan thoroughly replied.

Genius.

But

I think that is, in fact, the actual truthy answer...

Why? I don't know. Whatever.

In 2012, again recently single, myself and two other men, wingmen, all got tested and... DVPcreampied.

Fucking amazing.

I've been blissfully single ever since 2012 because of this experience.

No drama. No problems.

The only way I would ever enter into another serious relationship with anyone ever again, is if (that) among other things was part of our sex life.

I may never have (that) experience ever again...

But as I have previously answered in text several times over, you cannot ask me to unwind the fibers of thread that has made me over half a lifetime.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.