James

James has called a few times, or was it text? Something. Nice boy James, handsome, athletic. He's my favourite type, confused straight boy.

Imagine how hot it would be to hook my little confused straight boy, namely James, up with me and my big confused straight boy, namely Ben, in the same sexual tryst. You know James could pass as Ben’s little brother, they don’t look that dissimilar, they both have blond hair, blue eyes, and the same square jaw. It would be hot.

Ah, soldier on with codral – you know I say that when you have something to suck on to make yourself feel better.

Then again, I don’t want to scare Ben. He’s coming along quite nicely, even if I do say so myself. He is becoming putty in my hand, I’m getting him right where I want him. And he is the one I want, as Olivia used to sing.

So, you know, as tempting as the thought is, the two blonds snogging for me, I might just settle for continuing to work on big confused straight boy as a solo project.

James is genuinely lovely, he really is. And if I didn’t have this long term project under way, namely Ben, he’d be my rebound guy. 

Then, of course, there is Matthew, also genuinely lovely.

James burns with slow heat. Matthew burns with bright heat. The combination is a heady mix.

But then Ben just makes Matthew and James seem like boys.

Greedy? No, I wouldn’t say I’m greedy. No, definitely not. An enthusiast, maybe. But not greedy, no.