The three of us ... we can sin a lot together and have a helluva good time! I won’t ask you to be faithful to us, either, and I doubt that Rick will... am I right? See? We both know what a horndog you are, babe.“Hell, if Rick ever finds some hot twink or lady that he just has to plow, I like to think that I’d be ... understanding. Just as I am about you and your lovers of both sexes. It might not be easy for me all of the time ... I’m human enough to be a jealous hypocrite now and then, I’ll try. After dinner and cleaning up we laid out our sleeping bags(joeys and mine were beside each other) and dressed for bed. After joking around for a while Joey nodded off. The sounds of the outdoors was a little scary to me so I got up and went out the tent to sit by Mr. King. He was drinking a beer and watching the fire when I walked over to him,he smiled and asked why I was still up. I said the noises made me nervous and couldn't sleep. He motioned for me to sit on his lap, so I came over and. After a year or so it gained a permanent spot by Scott's bed. He was the only one who knew how to operate it, or had any interest in doing so. The albums were stored in four crates stashed in a corner of the boys' dining room. He'd listened to them all, some many times over, through a pair of vintage stereo headphones. They had hard clamshell ear cans and weighed a ton on his elementary school sized head.He learned to love the voices of Charley Pride and Ronnie Milsap. He got countrified with. My neck hairs prickled up a little again. “Have you ever done a foursome?” Fuck! What??!!??“Um, no. Who would we do it with?” That was intended as a rhetorical question.Her gaze locked on mine with an uncomfortable intensity. “Have you and Bob done anything with each other?”Good Lord! I think my shocked expression was probably enough, but I answered verbally anyway. “No fucking way! Neither of us are into guys. There’s been only a few times we’ve even bumped into each other. Hands or.