Ben 4: Small World (of Hookups)

On the one hand, I'm terrible with names. On the other hand, I'm great at them. I can forget a name seconds after being introduced yet sometimes, if I see a name in print, I can recollect it years after even though we've only met in person briefly once.

So Ben and I were having our post-coital chit chat and got to talking about his partner. He gives me his partner's BBRT screen name so I look him up (and by the way, I've already forgotten what that screen name is). And since I'm too cheap to get the paid membership, all I get is a small thumbnail that doesn't immediately register anything. But then, in a microsecond that is going to take a lot longer to explain, I put some pieces together. His partner and I have already played together. 6 years ago. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've written about him though I can't find the entry. And I also remember writing about him in the comments of a fellow blogger's site, which is now defunct.

How I put it together: I know Ben. I get the small thumbnail of Ben's husband. The two together trigger a memory of just a few months ago where I was at a pride parade and there was this hot couple behind me that I'd love to play with. Both had fine bubble butts. Ben talked about having a lot of ass between the both of them. Ben used to live in a sleepy part of town that I used to live in. Ben told me his partner's name and digging back it jives with the screen name or something I saw in print of a hookup I had years ago in the same part of town. Back in the day when Craigslist and adam4adam were my go to for meeting guys.

So I ask. The same night. Over text right after I got back from our little tryst. I give Ben details of the guy's place (the place was seriously decked out for Halloween... epic) and ask if it's the same guy. And sure enough, it was. Ben's husband was either the first or the second cumslick hole I've fucked in. Definitely the one that got me hooked. That warmth. That velvet feel. And the fucking sight of him on all fours before me. Now if I can get the two of them, Ben and his partner, doggie, side by side would make me cry. I mean, so much beauty in the world…

Sorry. Lost my train of thought there for a moment. Honestly, don't think a threeway with them would ever work out. I'm not exactly the partner's type and there are also "couple" dynamics involved... lots to overcome to make the chemistry flow to each corner and create an energy that is new, not explode in destruction. It'd be like practicing alchemy.

Anyway, yeah. It took six years but I've fucked the pair of them. And Ben's response was to sigh in mock exasperation how his husband always gets the fresh meat before he does... well, at least the SMS equivalent of that sentiment.