He wrapped his long, strong arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck, my shoulder blades, and then interlocked his fingers within mine.  With his warm body nestled behind me, and Bill Maher interviewing Seth Rogen on the TV, I was in ecstasy.  I’d been crushing on a guy I’ll call Adam for a while, and finally, after a few casual hookups, he seemed to actually want to connect with me. Then he said something I wasn’t expecting. “I’d love to see you fuck another dude.” I knew the guy was a tad freaky. The first time we had sex he pounded me so hard I thought my bladder would explode, so I rushed home and took some amoxicillin to ward off a UTI. He also shoved his cock so hard down my throat repeatedly, I practically puked on myself and could barely breathe.  For some reason, I pretended to like it. You may wonder why I remained bewitched by him.  There were the understandable reasons: He was brilliant, educated at a good …