UNTITLED MASTERPIECE

 

Part One: BODIES

 

MONDAY (Part One)

 

As Ian prepared for work the next morning, his stomach was a ball of knots.  He wasn’t sure how long hangovers lasted or if he was just conflicted about last night’s events.  The sex was surprising and great, he just wasn’t prepared for it.

Maybe he just didn’t get getting it.  After the threesome had caught their breath, they lay around in the living room floor and chatted, naked, just like nothing had happened.  Ian wasn’t exactly sure what was supposed to happen next, but he wasn’t prepared for what did or didn’t happen, rather.   

Shortly after every one had caught their, breath, Jeremy asked for a towel.  Ian popped into the downstairs bathroom and retrieved one.  By the time he had returned, Susan was completely dressed and Jeremy had pulled his pants back on.   

He thanked Ian for the towel and wiped his torso down.  As he neatly folded the towel and placed it on a coffee table, Susan shook his hand and thanked him for a great afternoon and evening. Jeremy barely added, “Yeah, we’ll have to get together again sometime.” and headed for the door.   

On the front porch Susan turned to Ian and asked if she could call his secretary and set up a meeting, she wanted to discuss some business matters, thinking the two of them could be beneficial to one another.  Ian said of course, and with that they waved sweetly, Susan blowing a kiss, piled in their Jag and sped down the road.

Was Ian that bad a sexual partner?  He had never had a three way before, let alone gone that far with a member of the same sex.  He enjoyed it, and they certainly seemed to have as well.  Maybe, this was how that sort of thing was done, acting as if you had come over for cake and coffee instead of dick and pussy.

As he slept that night, he dreamed of Billy, maybe that was what had his stomach in knots.  He thought about calling his friend and rescinding his invitation.  Ian wasn’t sure if Billy expected to pick up where they left off, or you know; pick up where they left off. And Ian wasn’t sure how he felt about that.   

Despite his forays this weekend, he was still struggling with how he felt about it and there was an equal struggle going on inside about how he would feel if he and Billy didn’t get together when they got together.  He had to admit that the mutual masturbation with Kellen had been fun, and the anal sex with Jeremy had been hot, he still felt as though someone else had participated and he had just watched.

That was another thing, where did all this voyeurism stuff come from?  He had never had the desire or was aware even of an inkling to watch people perform sex acts.  He wasn’t a huge fan of porn; he found them boring and funny in ways most people would find annoying.  He had gone to the Lonesome Pine