hi harry,
who wins? hard question
but what you can see what will happen
^0^.................................. part 10...................................................
Oh my god. I had completely forgotten my date with Logan, who was staring intensely at Dave, fuming.
“I just met Dave on the way back. So, I ..” I said, “Ah, and I was going to tell you something.” I tried to defuse the explosive situation. “About my moving in.” Logan's eyes suddenly beamed with brightness. “He's moving in with you?” Dave broke his silence. “So you say yes, right?” Logan let out a smile and gave Dave a side glance.
What should I say? Should I say I did want Logan to move in? But that would surely upset Dave? “Ah, could we talk about this after dinner?” I said. “Should I stay?” Dave asked. “No, if you don't mind because Milo and I are going to have dinner?” Logan finally found the way to expel Dave from my place. “But I insist to stay and have a little chat with my friend” Dave replied. And so, we sat before the table where displayed the dishes: vegetables, steamed fish, roasted stakes, and some beautifully decorated oysters. “Do you want some oysters, Milo?” Logan asked, “they are really delicious.”
“Why do you want him to have oysters, Logan?” Dave questioned. “That's none of your business.” Logan quickly answered him. “Do you want to dupe Milo into doing something with you.” Dave started again. “No, why should I? What should happen already happened the night before.” Logan didn't give in.”
“My dear Milo Ivanitch, did you play the game behind with him?” Dave asked. “My dear, tell him the truth.” Logan smiled more broadly. “Can we finish dinner before any discussion?” I was totally embarrassed. “My dear Dave, I will tell you in great details later” Logan grinned.
Dinner finished and I went to wash the dishes. Washing the dishes, I heard clinking sounds. I shot my head out of the kitchen and asked what happened. Nothing, they answered. I saw two of them quickly sit down and put their hands on the table, where their fists were clenched, with knives and forks near their fists.
Oh, the situation was really bad. I had to give up the washing and sat between them. And Logan quickly grasped the golden chance.
“So, can you tell me what you want to tell me, baby.” he gave a glance to Dave. “I was going to tell you that you could move in---” I said. “He was going to tell you, see?” Dave added. “I could move in?” Logan ignored Dave. “In gratitude for your flowers, Logan.” I said. “Oh, that's unfair. It's me who sent you the roses” Dave blast out. “What flowers?” Logan was a bit confused. “This morning, I received a bunch of..” “Ninety nine roses, isn't it?” Dave was looking radiant at this. “Yes--” I said.
“But look, I made this wondrous dinner, with candle light. Isn't it more romantic than the silly flowers?” Logan retorted. “Flowers might be silly. But a bunch of ninety nine roses is not. Do you know what 99 means?” Dave sneered. “you can't eat roses, do you? But a candle light dinner gives you the atmosphere and fill the stomach” Logan blast it out loud. “Ninety nine roses, fresh from Rolland, just arrived this morning.” Dave turned to me, “ Each rose is my love for you.”
“From Holland this morning?” I was slightly, well, greatly impressed by that fact. “But preparing a candle lit dinner needs more than patience. It takes time to prepare, to select the good oysters and fresh vegetables from the market. Not to mention the cookery.” Logan cried. “I am also a wonderful cook.” he whispered to me, “and have a monstrous cock, too.” He untied his tie to show his milky white neck.
Oh, wonderful creamy skin. And Logan suddenly stood on his feet too.
“Yeah, I have a marvelous idea,” he unbuttoned his collar and showed his chest hair. “Look, Milo, I think I can help you make up your mind.” he unbuttoned all his buttons on his shirt and showed his bare chest.
Nipples. Red nipples. My eyes fixed on his chest. My eyes turned to his broad, bulging chest with his blond hair sticking out.
“Milo, why don't you think about this before you make any decision.” Dave unleashed his belt from his jeans. Pubes! My eyes almost popped out.
Dave took off his long pants and he was in his CK underpants, “I will respect your choice.” he was smiling. I did not know what to think and which part I should look at. “Make a right choice.” Logan threw away his long pants and he was in his jock. My jaws dropped and I almost drooled. “I love you, my dear little Milo.” Dave torn away his underpants; and Logan did not let Dave be the first to do that. Dave was simply swinging his tool in front of me while Logan dangled his mushroom before my eyes. Their red heads were yearning for a caress.
“Milo, I feel cold” Dave made his move and put his hand inside my shirt, messaging my chest. “I caught cold. Could you warm me up with your body temperature?” Logan put his hand under my belly and ran further down. “Feel me up” Dave put his two hands and messaged my nipples, rubbing my thigh with his 8 inches. “My little Milo Ivanitch. you decide.” Logan grabbed my pubes and pressed his tool against mine.
A decision? Who should I choose? Wait! Did they hint at something? “You say you will respect my choice, right?” I held them even closer.
“Yes,” they chorused. “I want both of you.” my hands grabbed their naked butts. “I will give you my all, just to stay with you.” Dave kissed me at the right cheek. “I can't afford losing you.” Logan kissed me at the left cheek.
Entwined, I kissed on my right side, the sunshine, the left side, my moonlight, and...double penetration in my mind.
