David

I first met David at Las Termas, a gay steambath in Puebla, Mexico. I was sitting at the far end of the murky jacuzzi, looking out longingly through the semi-darkness at all the brown, horny bodies (the more sexually savvy among them wrapped in too small loinclothes made tantalizingly transparent in all the moist heat, a minimalist fashion statement that said "I'm modest" while setting off the plump roundness of an ass, the fullness of a package), when my future boyfriend-- if we can call him that-- dove in, swam over, and proceeded without a word to suck my cock. That, dear reader, is what I call an auspicious beginning. During the somewhat anticlimactic post-blow conversation, I learned that he had a longterm partner of a dozen years, but his marriage need not get in the way of our romance.

We started to date, and a few weeks later I attended his 30th birthday party. When a very dark skinned, very drunk, friend of a friend started to flirt a little too aggressively with David, he let him (and inadvertently, me) know how things were. "I like white skinned guys. See that guy over there, he's my husband...and that one there," pointing at me," that's my boyfriend....and that one there," wagging his finger at yet another guest,"he's my lover...all white..white, white, white!"

David had invited me to spend the night, and as the guests started to go, I wondered just where I'd be sleeping. All the available beds were already taken, so David invited me to sleep with him and his husband. They urged me not to be uptight; they'd done this before (I'm sure that's true); it wouldn't be a problem. I climbed in for a minute, but in the end decided I couldn't do it and crawled off to sleep alone on the couch.