Boof is getting his teeth looked at... he's been in so much pain of late that he is starting to annoy the crap out of me and his lack of conversation has got the Kid thinking that he's done something wrong.

 

Meanwhile Kid is looking for a new job as he hates his current one. Went on a pity party and emotional rampage this afternoon because his application for one particular job (which was way above his capability) was rejected because of his lack of job stability in the past.

 

I have a cold and feel like shit. And have to put up with all this crap from these guys. How do I do it? It's called Tuning Out, friends. I hear the first few words of their crap and then tune the rest out. It's a very valuable tool I learnt from having to listen to my mother's crap as a child.

 

This whole mean attitude is brought to you by the Rhinovirus and overdoing it on Codral tablets.

 

Rock on bitches. The more tablets I take, the better it gets.

Tension

Boofhead is jealous that The Kid and I are having sex when he's not around. There's a simple reason for that. Boofhead's behaviour lately has left me feeling a little... well... unattracted to him.

Too many drugs. Too long out of work. Too much whinging and whining about life. Too much drinking. Too many weekend benders. Too little money coming in to our household to support those kinds of things.

Which all leads to my cock not wanting anything to do with him.

Add to that the weight gain of late and you've got a recipe for impotency. Which of course is not happening with The Kid. I never have a problem getting it up with him. But then, his behaviour has been a little more normal.

With Boofhead getting a job today, things may change. I am not holding my breath, but things may change. This little three-way relationship only works with three, not two. It was working with just Boof and me. And it won't work with just The Kid and me. It has to be three or none at all.

Looking forward to see what happens in the coming weeks as Boof gets back in to a more regular routine... and I get back to mine. I am sick of having him around the house all day (I work from home). I want my space back. I nearly got it back today... and then The Kid was sent home sick from work.

Naturally we had sex.

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Fights, Threats, Moving In and a Quick Break

Since I am such a slack bastard who takes forever to update my blog when I have one, here's a round-up of the last five or so weeks.

1. The Kid Moved In - it seemed like the right thing. He was staying here every night anyway and we're all madly in love and all that, so yeah, he shares a bed and a home with us now.

2. Fights - there's been a few lately. Mostly due to The Boofhead drinking too much and taking way too many drugs. He is horrible when he's drug-fucked. Absolutely nasty. I hate it so much when he's on the gear. He gets abusive and just plain overindulges. But there's been a couple where Boofhead and Kid just butt heads. They are both stubborn mules.

3. Threats - Boofhead threatened to leave us as he felt "he was cramping our style". And by that I mean me and the Kid. Which was a load of shit. Just coz you don't have a job and are bored, stop hacking on me and get off your fart arse and get a job, ok?

4. Quick Break - just got back from five days in Tassie together (all three of us). Was awesome, and the reception to the kid being part of our relationship was brilliant from everyone that met him... of our friends, that is.

PROMISE to check in again sooner this time...

Mash

The Beginning

He was so cute on Grindr. Just came right out and told me I was handsome and extremely good looking. That was bound to get my attention. We chatted, flirted and exchanged photos both naughty and nice.

Then I had to tell my partner. Everything. Well, actually, since we'd be hunting for the occasional three-way play for about 18 months now, it wasn't something that was taboo in our relationships. Actually, since I had cheated on the Boofhead and broke his heart we had played with several guys together and alone. So it's not as if my showing him a photo and conversation on my iPhone with a 22-year old was going to freak him out. In fact, I told him that we're meeting him for a quick coffee the next day. So I didn't really want to leave much room for getting out of it.

After all, we're 35. And how often does a hot little 22-year-old throw himself at a 35 year old couple. Yes couple. I told him from the first hello that we were a couple. In that initial adrenaline-charged Grindr conversation he had seen photos of both of us. And he liked what he saw.

Hell, I liked what I saw from the profile screen. He is 22 after all. Cute. Blonde. 5'6". Button nose. Slight facial features. Bright blue eyes. Course hairychest and stomach and forearms. I was already deciding I wanted to bed this boy. The Boofhead would take more convincing. Until we met him.

A little bogan. Board shorts and a surf-brand t-shirt. Thongs.

Hot. Steaming hot. And cute to boot. Wow.

And the conversation flowed. Easily. This kid can talk. And talk. And he doesn't act or look the slightest bit gay. Yum. When all out sunglasses come off I notice his eyes. Even better in real life. Then I notice the Boofhead's eyes. They have that narrowing look that he gets when he's hot for someone and flirting. Yes. I was keeping my cool. Boofhead was flirting openly. I was in.

Actually, WE were in.

Since we live across the road from cafe we met at, it was pretty easy to bring the Kid home. And the sex. Well. The Kid has an 8-inch dick that is so thick I can't fit it all in my mouth. And I deep-throat pretty well. How I would take this thing up my arse, I have no idea. But I wouldnt' have to do that yet. He kissed like a pro. He sucked like a pro. His hairy little body was all over us both.

After four hours he was in love. And we both could tell. And that made The Boofhead uncomfortable. But it excited me to no end. In this kid, I could see my sexual dream come true... the potential of my "best case scenario". A three-way relationship with two guys I am hot for.

Suffice to say, it's been a month now. And apart from one weekend trip away with Boofhead's family, we all haven't been apart. He stays here every night. We have sex in one form or another every single day. Often twice or three times.

That was the beginning. The rest of this story is being told daily when I manage to post.

Standby. Because this is the first three-way relationship any of us have had. And it could get messy. Or wonderful.