I'm in the bathroom doing my thing when Aaron pushes the door open. And I'm not the type of person who's comfortable with my lover coming in and out of the bathroom while I'm doing my thing, so I raise my hands in the air and lift my eyebrows as if to say, "Yes?"

"I want to watch you pee," he says, and this has now officially become the weirdest sexual request I have ever received. I'm so dumbfounded all I can do is look at him and say, "Really?" and he nods his head, and I'm like, whatever, so I motion him in.

He kneels in front of me and sticks his head down between my legs and watches me urinate, which is strange enough as it is without me going Number Two so I consciously hold back from going Number Two, although I have to admit it's kind of turning me on a little bit. And he does this for a moment, and then before I even know what's going on, he's stood up, unbuckled his jeans, and has slipped his cock into my mouth.

I'm literally shocked at this point, and before I have a chance to say anything he grabs the sides of my head and starts thrusting into my mouth. And I have to admit, I get so fuckin' turned on. Aaron's never like this -- he is almost always a sweet, gentle, slow lover, and the few times he's been aggressive I've had to goad him to be so. This newfound baseness to his behavior has me lit up like a Christmas tree, and so I don't do anything to give him an indication he should stop -- I don't bring up my hands, I don't move my head, I don't even utter a sound.

Oh fuck, and I am so fucking horny with him doing this, I start going Number Two, right there with him in the room and me giving him head. I feel so dirty. I feel like a porn star in some weird fringe production in a cheap hotel room in Van Neuys, California. I have never... never felt this way with Aaron before. I desperately want to reach down and frig myself off, I'm so close to orgasm anyway, but you know, I'm going to the bathroom and I don't want to get my hands anywhere near there.

In my perfect porn fantasy world I'm constructing, Carl would now be sitting on the toilet underneath me, fucking away, while I sit on him giving Aaron head. Jesus, I'm sleeping with both of them anyway, I should initiate a threeway between all of us. Carl knows I'm sleeping with Aaron, and Aaron wouldn't have to know I ever slept with Carl before that night. If I did it right, I could even make Aaron believe it was his idea in the first place. But then I realize that I'd break both of their hearts if I ever attempted such a thing. But I sure would like a cock inside me right now, that's for sure.

Right when I feel like I can't take it anymore, Aaron suddenly pushes his entire cock inside my mouth so that his scrotum is up against my face. And I know it's natural for men to forget and do this fairly often, but it makes me gag real bad so I usually nudge Aaron's hips to remind him to pull out a little bit. But tonight it seems like the natural conclusion to my porn fantasy to have him do this, and to have him come in my mouth (although, another part of me thinks, the actual porn fantasy ending would have him coming all over my face so the directors can prove they got their money's worth). But he's already coming, I can taste it, and if there's one thing that makes me gag more than a cock down my throat, it's the taste of come, so I close my eyes and lean my head forward to keep from chocking and vomiting his semen back onto him.

Aaron pulls out of me and in the process dribbles my own saliva plus part of his come all across my chin and down my body. He kneels again in front of me and traps me in a bearhug. He is sweaty and trembling and he whispers, "Jesus Christ, I love you" and I realize that he's the same ol' Aaron, the hypocritical Aaron who completely turns his back on the things important in my life, nothing's changed, and I remember why I'm fucking Carl and realize that if I'm not careful, I might just end up with Carl again tonight.

I wrap my arms around him and say "I love you too" because I don't know what else to say. Then he smiles and asks if I'm ready to go, like he's completely forgotten the fact that he just had his cock shoved all the way down my throat about two minutes ago and that I might, God forbid, need a little finishing up of my own. So I tell him to give me a minute. He leaves, I lock the door, I grab the big bottle of shampoo and shove the end of it up inside me, which is the biggest thing I've ever attempted to put in my vagina, truth be told, and hurts a little bit, truth be told, but makes me have an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm about twenty seconds later.

I put the bottle back, unwashed. I put my clothes back on. I flush. I walk out the door. And we leave.