The day after the Mother-of-all-orgies, Seth woke up relatively late, about 10 a.m. He was alone, his wife still out of town. He showered and then boiled water for his French press. He called the cleaning service to make sure that the Disney apartment was returned to pristine condition. The kettle whistled and then he poured the hot water into the coffee press. His cellphone rang - his BFF, Taran Killam.

"Yo, Taran, you up and around? I'm surprised that you can walk!"

"Yeah, I shouldn't have jumped on Josh Hawley, but did you see the monster on that Rethuglican? Jesus Christ Almighty! That was a COCK, baby!! My ass may never be the same. It was like getting fucked by Satan. You detest him with every ounce of your being, but then again, THAT COCK!!"

"Cobie still out of town?"

"Yeah, she's shooting Stumptown in LA. I miss my Boopie. It's great to get my ass plowed, but no one takes her place in my heart."

"I envy your relationship with Cobie. I love Alexi, but it's definitely not the same as you two. You're that truly rare creature -- a genuine bisexual, not just a closet case masquerading with a wife. I look at my brother Josh and the love of his life, Ike Barinholtz, and they seem genuinely joined at the hip, just like you and Cobie. They BURN with lust for each other, but it's more than that. Each is totally invested in the other's happiness. They are both miserable when they're apart. I know it's hurt Josh's career, because he hates being away from Ike, but at least they will always have each other. I know they both occasionally fuck around, but it's always something they do together, not on the sly. I’ve never had anything even close to that, and I’m envious as hell."

"Yeah, but buddy, you don't want to fuck up your gig. You better keep Alexi happy and keep the gay shit on the down low."

"Alexi must know what I do on the side and I think she's not happy about it all. Just the opposite of your set-up with Cobie."

"Don't you have a twink assistant or intern you could hook up with for your physical needs?"

"Sure, there's no shortage of available ass at work, but I want more than the occasional orgasm. I want to wake up next to the person I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Don’t you worry about how this might affect your kids?"

"Hell, half their friends have gay or lesbian parents. I don't think that would be a big deal. Alexi might do her best to poison them against me, though. And I could understand her anger. I never have shared my gay side with her."

"Dude, I don't know. I think you need to have THE conversation with her. Maybe it's something you could explore in therapy. Worked for Cobie and me. Oh, changing the subject abruptly, did you set up the cleaning service for the Disney apartment? I don't want to burn that bridge by having her finding the odd used condom under the sofa cushion."

"They're cleaning as we speak. I'll swing by later on to inspect. NBC's covering the expense, so they'd better do a perfect job."

"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well, Alexi's out of town for the weekend, so I think I'll call my personal assistant and take him to dinner, and then home for 'further discussion' -- tee hee."

"Jesus! How is it you can even think about sex after last night? I don't want to look at a dick for at least two weeks."

"Well, bitch, no one forced you to sit on every dick in town. Besides, I'm a top in my prime and NOT A DAY GOES BY …"

"Oh, Christ, now you're quoting Sondheim? You ARE gay, queen. Later, bitch!"

Seth giggled and then ended the call. He then speed dialed his personal assistant Noah. Noah was 23, with thick, curly dark brown hair, thick luscious JFK Jr eyebrows and a killer smile with large, cocksucker lips. He was a pocket gay, about 5'8", with slender chest and slightly plump rounded buns. He had a thick, natural bush of dark brown hair and a smallish, but cute cut dick. Just the sight of Noah’s name on his phone contact list gave Seth an instant boner.