<<<<>>>> While Euclid found that a triangle was one of the most stable geometric structures, it certainly isn't in human affairs. Well, I knew that going into one, but the pleasures of the flesh are too great for a mere mortal such as myself. I knew that I couldn't keep both Larry and Norman. They are both great, and in different ways. Norman is pure, sizzling, unadulterated breathtaking sex; I can't take him anywhere except my bedroom, but why would I want to? We don't talk much, but we communicate nonetheless, orally and otherwise. Larry is unsure of himself, and as a rough tradesman not someone my father would immediately like (well, they met at a barbecue one weekend, and it took a while for even some conversation to take place, but at least he wasn't thrown out), but he's gentle and generous and we have great verbal communication. Larry is really possessive, a problem even in a monogamous relationship, and Norman doesn't care so long as he doesn't get AIDS. When I raped Larry in the bathtub the other afternoon, though, and he came back for more as soon as he was toweled off, I had a sense that things were going to change. He had never shown that much self-confidence, and all of a sudden he was less a toy and more a real man to deal with. Uh-oh...I wasn't going to be able to hold on to all of this. I guess Norman felt it, too, because the next night, after a slow start he got really frenzied, pumping away in me almost frantically for an hour before we both collapsed in a pile of musky sheets and slippery bodies. God, he was like candy...you just can't give up that kind of attention! Then, the next weekend, Larry took me out for dinner and dancing. He was well dressed, he found a fabulous restaurant, we danced and swirled around the dance floor until the place closed, and then we went home and literally fucked until the sun rose. He ate me until I was thrashing all over the bed, then he'd slide right in and excite me some more. After he'd come, I used my lips to get him excited again and we went at it all over. I had hickeys on my neck, my breasts, my thighs and my butt, and the windows were well steamed in the morning. I had to take a nap for the better part of Saturday just to recover. I thought I'd sent Larry home, but when I awoke about 4:00 he was peeking into the bedroom with some fresh coffee, and almost before I finished that we were at it again. You've got to understand what a gorgeous man Larry is, and just how the contrast between his coarse exterior and his caring behavior is so exciting: I really can't keep my hands off him. He even looks better in the robe he gave me than I do! And I just love sliding my hand up inside that robe because I find such a wonderful cock to play with! Then he took me out to dinner again and all he did was play with his food while his hand was playing between my legs. He kept calling me "the most exciting person he'd met," and I had to lie about Norman to return the compliment. Which of these guys do I keep around? I HAD to get Larry out by Sunday morning, because Norman was due Sunday afternoon. We went out for a hillside picnic, and after the wine was gone the local eagles had a terrific view of human anatomy until the sun went down. He didn't say anyting about the hickeys, but he must have seen them! Then we sort of curled up in the blanket and dozed on the hillside until we awoke, shivering, about midnight. I gave him a hand job on the drive back to my place, but insisted he leave so I could rest for Monday's work. I was reaching a point where I couldn't keep up the pace of keeping two guys up. So you see the dilemma. What do I do?