The guy whose boyfriend has no idea you exist.

I’m the Other Man, the Paramour, they said. I’m your boyfriend Tuesday through Thursday, and your cock is my jewel. Let’s wedge it between my thighs and let your lust drool down my legs as I fight to savour what’s in store. Let’s not tell him that I win whenever I score. Do you like the warmth of the touch of my tongue? I can handle you, you know.