Kat was sitting at the kitchen table with an untouched cup of steaming coffee and a box of tissues at her elbows. I could tell as much from the sea of crumpled Kleenex as from the tension in the room that she had been crying for a while. I wondered if she’d even really slept. “Kitty,” I said. But my voice was stiff. The pet name that I had once given her mother tasted foul on my lips. She hardly looked at me when Agatha c...

When Kyle and I pulled up outside Liam and Ashley’s place, McKenzi had already been there for hours. We had selected the unspoken day that she normally visited her other family’s place for the day of our outing and agreed that she should go over first. It seemed to me a tacit understanding of the differences in our relationship—there was Kyle and I and there was us and Mack. That Kyle had drifted closer to me in the equat...

There was an eerie wrongness about the house from the moment I arrived home. Nothing was out of place—all the right coats on their pegs, all the same shoes against the door, the living room tossed with stray beer cans and scattered magazines swept from the coffee table in one or another eager moment of passion—but something was different. There was a familiar sound coming from elsewhere in the house—the unmistakable joys...

“As far as I’m concerned,” Kyle said to me, “it’s over.” We were lying in bed one Saturday morning. Mack was “out.” Kyle and I had already screwed once while she was away and it was plain that we were working up to another go around; he got like that whenever Mack was gone, as though trying to one up her. It had gotten to the point that the sound of Mack’s tires hitting the pavement gave me an erection. I sat up with a ha...

When the last of my possessions were unpacked, Mack told the truth. It took a month to end things with the old roommate, gather my things, and slowly migrate my life to Mack and Kyle’s place. Through all of that, I had helped her keep the secret and she continued to pretend that mine and Kyle’s was kept. I’d make an excuse for Kyle to help me load the entertainment console or a shelf-load of books and Mack would slip away...

“When did you start fucking McKenzi without me?” Kyle asked. My semen was still drying on his chest as we lay together on the bed in my apartment. My brow furrowed in mock confusion. “Is it a problem?” I said. “No,” he said, but I could hear the hesitation in him. “It’s just I didn’t know that you were. Like it’s a secret or something.” “You and I have this,” I said, trying to keep the defensive tone out of my voice and v...

I woke up more in Kyle's arms than in Mack's. We'd spent the day together--and most of the night--and gone to bed with me spooning between them. In the night, Mack had rolled away from us and now it was just Kyle and I, naked, hot, and entwined. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and his cock at the base of my back. I rolled over into him and found that Kyle was still asleep. I let my hand run down his body and clas...

And, like that, it was over. Agatha’s mother was dead. The funeral was over and my wife was home. Kat was avoiding both of us, though for different reasons. On the first night after she came home, Agatha wanted to debrief about her trip. We sat on the couch with a bottle of wine and Kat hid in her room—the room that had so briefly been ours while my wife was away. Agatha told me about her trip, the funeral. She nearly cam...

Kyle took the train to my place. It was a decision that both confused and elated me with remembrance of our first time together. I drove down to pick him up and found him waiting at the terminal with overnight bag in hand. I embraced him and he placed a careful kiss on my cheek. It was the first intimacy he had offered me in public. For a moment, I pulled away. Then, I twisted and kissed his lips. He smiled. "It's good to...

Mack hung on to Kyle's arm and his every word as the pair of them meandered past alley after alley, looking for our lane, while I followed along behind. Somehow, I'd been tasked with carrying the bowling shoes--and the bill while they'd been busy making out in line behind me at the register. It wasn't exactly what we had agreed. I'd gone back to Kyle and Mack's apartments for two weekends after the first adventure, both t...

"Where are you going?" Kyle said. His voice spun me around as though I had been caught raiding my parents' liquor cabinet. I was standing in the middle of the short walk between his front door and his front gate, having woken up in a puddle of morning light and regret. Mack and Kyle had been above me, wrapped in each others' limbs on the couch. "Oh," I said. He had not put a shirt on. I could see a fading morning bulge in...

My daughter's pregnant belly rose and fell as she worked her hips slowly on my dick. We were enraptured before the fireplace, bathing in its warm glow when the desire took us. Kat's breasts were swollen and her nipples were hard. Her eyes glittered down on me, mirroring the Christmas lights left behind by my wife. We were free, and, in our freedom, we were in love. Kat's head was rolled back onto her shoulders in desperat...

After our trip, Kyle and I didn't see each other for a while. Our college years were decidedly over now. The leeway he'd had on money from his parents was decidedly over. We'd had vague plans to continue on as roommates after graduation, but that had been before our trip, before all that had happened and before the harsh reality of the job search had hit us. Kyle would be looking for work as a programmer somewhere and I h...

“You won’t tell anyone that I jerked you off, right?” I asked Kyle. “No,” he said, sheepishly. “What happens in Germany, stays in Germany.” “I think we were still in France, then,” I said with a weak smile. The stewardess had come around on the plane with drinks twice. It took that many for me to broach the subject I’d been worrying over since we left Europe for the last time. Neither of us had spoken of it since I rolled...

It was the summer of '05 and my college roommate and I were taking a backpacking tour of Europe. We'd underbudgeted and blown half of our savings on our first stop. For our money, we'd only really seen the inside of our hotel room and a couple of pubs in London. The night we left for mainland Europe was the last night we'd spent in a private room. It was exactly the sort of plan Kyle would come up with. He was a stringy s...