i could throw him around. he is quite flexible too.
the chemistry was off the charts. like...
we regularly ducked into alleys. b/c we couldn't get back to his place or mine first.
and w/him i perfected the art of the 3some. it was like nothing. which is kinda surprising b/c ppl who were into him weren't necessarily into me and vice versa. but we made it work. i lost count. we tore up a bathhouse one glorious Saturday night w/this visiting French dude. he'd do whatever we commanded. like we actually had him in a handstand for a while. i've seen the pile driver on tv but i never could be bothered in real life. until Frenchy.
after that we'd say random French shit to each other as a laugh. he'll still send me a French text sometimes.
good times, good times.
and the thing is/was...we ran in the same circle of friends and tried to keep it on the DL at first. which just made it hotter. us sneaking out from the bar when we were all out together. it was madness. that's another reason we were in alleys. we'd go outside to have a 'cigarette' and come back in adjusting our clothes.