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I shut the idea down, not before my memory curtly reminds me of the glance I got of his ripped muscles inside his tank. The way his ass looked in those jeans when he bent over.No.

I don’t have a thing. I don’t. But then why am I noticing Manny’s body all of a sudden or anything about his muscles, or his ass?Shut this down, asshat.But I can’t.

I replace Lace’s mouth with Manny’s, stretched around my aching cock as I grip into his annoyingly perfect hair, tugging it as he groans, grabbing my balls. “Fuck,” I hiss.

He licks my tip, his eyes on mine as he does, and it feels as good as it looks.

No.

Lace. It’s Lace I want.

I shove Manny aside, bend Lace over and shove into her tight hole. She cries out as I pump her full of dick, cupping her tits as I fondle them and she moans like a little whore, my hand circling around her throat.

Yeah, that’s it. Take this cock like a good girl.

I stuff her full, plunging in and out, my hand gripping my dick tighter as I imagine how tight she really is. But when I open my eyes, I see Manny again. He’s touching me, telling me to fuck her as he takes her tits and sucks on one, his eyes on mine as he suckles. His tongue laves her bud and I want his mouth on me again.

“Lace,” I cry as my cum spurts into my hand. “Fuck, Manny.” I paint the wall, coming violently as I try to slow my rapid breathing.

What in the fuck was that?

I can’t even jerk off now without sayinghisname, too? I’m breathing like I just ran a marathon. My chest burns as I try to catch my breath, the sweet sting of post-orgasm settling in, as well as the shame of what I just did.

I pictured him. Okay, not fucking him, but with my dick in his mouth. With him enjoying Lace, too. Taunting me by sucking her tits when they’re my favorite thing. Then I imagine us both fucking her holes. That doesn’t make me gay.

Just because I like the idea of watching him fuck her or us both fucking her. It doesn’t make me…like him.I have nothing against gay or bi people, but I’m not one of them. I just… I got lost in the moment. That’s all this is. A fantasy. One I’m never going to act on.

5

LACE

So,that was stupid. Okay,verystupid.But we had a moment. I know Manny thinks I was just doing it because he gave me a place to live, but it wasn’t that. I was going with the flow. It isn’t encouraging that he looked slightly aghast. Like I startled him, which I guess, planting my lips on his without warning, I did. I couldn’t help myself.

But when I think about the dynamics, and the idea that if something did happen between us and it doesn’t work out — or it’s horrible and we don’t enjoy it — it’ll be awkward with us at the clubhouse. Not to mention that we now live together under the same roof.But you kissed him.Yes, I did, and I may just be regretting that now. Not that the tiny peck on his kissable lips wasn’t good, but the idea that I invaded his space makes me mad with myself. Especially after what he told me. And now that I’m apparently renting his guest room not only makes me giddy, but it also rules out anything happening between us.

What also makes me giddy is seeing Manny and Bandit in the kitchen yesterday. Bandit was all broody, like a big baby who had his teddy bear taken away. He and Manny always go at it like little kids, but I didn’t fail to notice the way Bandit’s eyes dippedto Manny’s muscle tank when he wasn’t looking. I know all about his fantasy, and he can deny it all he wants.He looked.

As for Manny? He has no clue that me and Bandit are kinda sexting, or that he’s the other guy. I feel kinda weird not telling him, but in truth, I don’t know where any of this is going with Bandit. Probably nowhere. So it’s not really a lie if I don’t tell him the whole truth about who he is or what we’re doing. Since nothing is happening with me and Manny, I’m off the hook.

Last night I got a barrage of texts from the man in question, asking to take things to the next level…

Bandit

I liked seeing you today. You look good in a skirt

I read the text and blushed, sending a reply right back.

Me

You’re not so bad yourself

Bandit

Wanna fool around tomorrow when I drop the boxes off?

Me

Manny has a no sex rule in the house. I mean, not that I’m saying we should have sex… Good God, that made it sound like I didn’t want to

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