Chapter 4

I decide on a second martini. What the hell, right? I’m in good company, and the conversation is top-notch stuff. I rise from my chair, walk up to the brown leather bar, begin to create the drink, and inquire, “What’s it like being a daddy, Craig?”

“A power trip all the way. My boys like to be told to do things. If I want my ass licked, they fight over it. If I want a blowjob, both of them go to town on my knob at the same time until I come. It’s like I’m a competition for them. They can’t get enough order from me.”

“Do they pay rent?”

“They used to. Now, I give them food and board, and all the sex they want. The conditions seem to work just fine.”

“What if they want to have sex with other guys?”

“They can do whatever they want to do. My rules are simple, which they know and respect. Always use condoms. No drug use in the house. No unsafe sex. No stealing. No lies.”