Male/Male

Kit walked up the winding stairwell to Dominic's apartment, where he'd been staying for the past five months of their "relationship". However, he was just returning from an evening spent in the company of the delivery guy. He was not unaccustomed to acting nonchalant in his returns, as in the past month or two, Kit had been getting fucked by a revolving cast of men under Dominic's nose. His intimidating, muscled, possessive boyfriend, or perhaps owner would be a more apt term, seemed completely ignorant of his infidelities, and Kit was almost beginning to feel smug.

    "Look what I swiped from work, Jordan!" Abe cheered. He held up a spray bottle.
    "Oh, nice, glass cleaner," I replied. "Are you a kleptomaniac now?"
    I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but briefs, and reading a book. My lightly muscle toned hairy body was on top of the covers. Abe, my handsome Latino boyfriend, was in a wife beater and boxers, his thin, wiry body next to mine.
    "It's the stuff!" he exclaimed.
    "Sanitizer?" I asked, putting my book aside.

    Three pairs of arms held me as I kissed three bare chests. My men.
    "You are perfect," I said to all of them at once, and then laid next to Elvis on the beach.
    We were vacationing in Monterey, California, and were relaxing on the very cool Asilomar beach. It was me, Freddy Newman, with my three boyfriends, Rob Jones, Elvis Aps, and Justin Fawcett. We were called "The Balloon Animals" back in St. Louis. It'd started out as a little kink and ballooned from there.

    "Whatcha doing?" I asked Rob as I came home from work one day. He was intent on his laptop.
    "Looking up some more ways to have fun," he replied, smiling as I kissed his forehead.
    "You mean balloon time?"
    "Yeah, they keep sneaking out new ways to turn anyone into a balloon."