We had met when our boyfriends had been assigned temporarily for a year to New Haven, Connecticut. The company had a block of condos and as luck would have it the two gay couples ended up next to each other. All four of us were in our late 20s and we now were in adjacent condos. We quickly became fast friends, the four of us hanging out and getting to know each other. Chris, my partner, and Larry, Brad’s partner, even worked in the same unit of the company. While Chris and Larry would bemoan all the office politics, Brad and I would roll our eyes, grin and play the supportive spouses.

Knowing that Brad and Larry were a monogamous couple made it that much more appealing. Since Chris and I had exchanged rings to celebrate our three years together, and Chris being a stunning piece of manhood who was constantly hit on, it was a relief to have friends I didn’t have to worry about.

Chris and I had moved to New Haven from Sarasota only a couple of months ago. Brad and Larry had already been living here for six months. I was in the last stages of completing my masters’ degree in human services and had located a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center in downtown New Haven to complete my internship while doing my last course online. Larry too was completing his masters at a local college, but his field was history. He intended to become a high school teacher. I hoped to become a counselor or social worker. We would joke at how anti-corporate we were in our careers compared to our partners.

We all got some bad news shortly after Christmas. Chris and Larry were both being given a long-term assignment to Kuala Lampur – two months! It was effective January 2nd. So New Year’s Eve was a big affair, the four of us going out in New Haven, dancing the night away at the clubs, getting trashed, and going home to our respective condos and making mad passionate love behind our respective closed doors. The next day we all drove down to the city together, hugged, held back some tears while our men got on the plane and went off to increase the shareholders’ profits.

Brad and I went back to my place afterwards and had a few drinks to drown our sorrows. We would both miss our men, that was for sure. There would be no opportunity for us to visit them with our semesters starting in a couple of weeks, and the company had promised them a nice bonus if they got their project complete before two months. So, we didn’t expect to see each other for close to two months if all went well. Thankfully there was email to stay in touch every day.

Being a Saturday night and feeling down, just staying in and commiserating was what we both wanted to do. Eventually the topic turned to sex, as it always does whenever gay men get together. There had been plenty of lighthearted conversations and jokes about sex whenever the four of us got together. It turned out that both Brad and I were strictly bottoms and Chris and Larry were strictly tops. In fact at the airport Chris had joked, “I know you’re safe with Brad, cause he’s a bottom boy too.”

Brad said that lately Larry had been pressuring him to try being a top.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He’s never been fucked,” Brad said, “He wants