Friday is here. Hopefully, I will be feeling Jake, or even Shane’s, cum swimming around in my body by the end of the night. I prefer Jake. He makes me cum so hard that my brain shuts off. Plus, he has a way of fucking my asshole so good that I now prefer it to regular sex. The orgasm I get when his dick is buried in my colon is out of this world, almost indescribable. I hate to say it, but the last time Shane was fucking me, I was thinking about Jake widening my asshole out, and that made me cum. I’m not so sure Shane would be to happy to hear that. It is what it is, though. Would I care if Shane or even Jake was thinking about someone else when they were fucking me? No, not really. I’d be bothered if they didn’t share it with me. Not sharing it leaves me out of the fantasy…and I want to be part of it even if I’m not. So should I tell Shane I think about Jake when we fuck? No. He would assume he isn’t good enough…which he absolutely is. I feel like with a little more time, his dick will only get better and catch up to Jake, if not pass him by. But still, it would put a damper on our fuck sessions. Most guys have a fragile ego about their dick and sex. But Scott, not only could I tell him, I do tell him, and his dick gets harder. I tell Scott, and he knows that I mean it, that I would rather be with Jake than with him, and his dick grows hard immediately. It’s not the only thing I love about Scott, but it’s one of the reasons I do.