This one happened a long time ago (you can probably place the year from some of the references).
I had to reconstruct the dialog, of course, but the events and the plan were all true.
Also, for the sake of a good story, I left out a fair amount of behind-the-scenes discussion and negotiation. Keep in mind, this whole thing happened over a couple of months.
Part 1: The Booty
It was the summer between college and grad school and my boyfriend was dying to fuck a guy in the ass.
Not just any guy, a particular one. Brett was a friend of mine, pretty much my best friend in a weird way. We’d known each other about as long as I’d been dating Josh. Every study group is a mix of people who get shit done, and hangers-on. Brett and I had no tolerance for the latter, so we always sought each other out as lab partners in school.
I totally understood why Brett was the object of Josh’s ass-lust. Brett was tiny, barely an inch or two taller than me (I’m 5’2″) and chiseled. He used to wrestle in high school and still had the body. Every time he moved you could see every muscle writhing and gliding under his skin. Even I wondered what his small, muscular ass would look like bent over.