My darling Gay Boy*, whom I adore, left in a fury, but came back to get me, not wanting to leave me alone with our girl’s ridiculous wrath.
After an awesome night of bar hopping in costume with shots at every stop (we hit at least 7 bars, and had at least 10 shots), my one girlfriend who I love, but who is a bit of a lush, started screaming at me and several other of our friends our after party. (Swear to god I didn’t actually sleep with any of them, though I was almost horny enough to sleep with them all). The first situation once involved five extremely hot air force boys and some NFL draftees, a big house, and arguments about who got to go first. I’m sure you can guess which one I liked the best. System three rotates around the idea that what your buddy won’t remember won’t hurt him. A buddies interest, whether girlfriend, fling, or something else is to be treated like a sister. Two involves a strict honor code which prohibits even flirtation with a girl marked out as an interest by another buddy. As long as your dick gets some, you don’t care which other buddies sleep with her. One involves sharing women amongst the hungry crowd without any jealousy. There’s several kinds of buddy systems among men when it comes to tail.
