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Chris looked at that jeans-clad ass as Lance bent over to put the trash under the sink. It never dawned on him until now how many times he'd looked at Lance's ass in the past. He'd peeked at Lance's crotch at least a dozen times this morning while fishing. The few glances he'd received of his friend's hard cock this morning weren't nearly enough.

He wanted more.

All the feelings came rushing back at him...the uncertainty, the guilt, the regret. On top of all those negative feelings were even stronger ones, including curiosity and desire.

He waited until Lance straightened before speaking again. "You never answered my question about a threesome with Joni."

Indecision flashed through Lance's icy blue eyes, as if he wasn't sure what to say. "Would she want a threesome?"

"I don't know. We'd have to talk about it. I'm asking if you want a threesome."

Lance turned his head. That didn't work for Chris. He wanted honesty and wouldn't accept anything less. "Don't look away from me, Lance. Answer my question."

A scowl crossed Lance's face. He sighed and turned back to Chris. "Yeah, I'd like a threesome, as long as I can fuck Joni and you."

Chris had asked for honesty and that's what Lance gave him. An image flashed through his head of him lying on his back with his legs spread wide while Lance fucked him. His rod immediately responded to that image, growing longer and thicker.

"Okay, I answered your question," Lance said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Now what?"

Chris thought a moment about how to answer Lance's question. He decided the best way to answer would be with actions, not words. Leaning forward, he covered Lance's mouth with his.