Justin was "hiding out" at Daphne's apartment. He was lying on her bed (on his stomach).

He moaned, "I thought that Brian and I used to have a lot of sex before. But in just the first two days, we've fucked 20 times. Is he just trying to make a point? Or is this really normal for him?"

Daphne giggled. "Is the sex still good?"

Justin smiled into Daphne's pillow and blushed. "Yeah. That's what's so amazing. The increased quantity has in no way diminished the quality. How can he stay so motivated?"

Justin fell silent for a moment, his eyes losing focus. Then he whispered, to no one in particular, "For the first time, I am truly beginning to understand how much of Brian's identity is defined by sex."

Daphne sat next to Justin on the bed, pushing him over. Unfortunately, his ass was still incredibly sore, so this small amount of pressure caused him to yelp.

Justin cried, "Daph! Be careful!"

Daphne giggled. "Sorry."

Justin muttered indignantly, "It's hard to believe you mean it when you can't stop laughing during your apology."

Daphne rubbed Justin's back and offered, "Brian's behavior is not that surprising. Men, not all men, but men in general, have been defining themselves by their virility and desirability since the beginning of time. Neanderthal men probably learned to count by carving grooves in bone to record how many times they dragged someone into their cave for stalactite-shattering sex. Hell at least one-third of all male animal behavior revolves around desirability, you know, being chosen."

"True…"

Justin sighed. Despondently, he said, "Daph, maybe Brian's right. Maybe one man can't satisfy him…"

Daphne shook her head. Cutting Justin off, she countered, "Oh no. Don't you even go there. All you need to do is be more creative and assertive. If you get him off before his urges strike, you can take some control. Decide how five of the ten daily orgasms are going to happen. In fact, he may need less sex if you're more aggressive."

"How do you figure?"

"Well...maybe part of the reason he needs it so often is that he doesn't feel desirable enough. So try looking at him more like a piece of meat and less like a work of art. And…speaking of art…you could ask him to pose more often…that might help."

"Hmmm…you may be onto something…"

Daphne piped up, "Oh…Oh, I know. Get freakier. I think freaky sex counts double."

Justin giggled. "Does it now?"

Daphne nodded excitedly.

"Fuck, Brian's freaky enough for the both of us…for ten separate people…"

Daphne shook her head, "And he's imparted nothing to you?"

Justin raised an eyebrow. "Impart? Aren't we brilliant this fine morning…?"

Daphne blushed. "It's never too early to start studying for the GRE…or so my mother says."

Suddenly, Daphne and Justin heard a knock at the door. They both looked up.

Nervously, Justin asked, "Are you expecting someone?"

Daphne shook her head and went to answer the door.

Justin buried his head in the pillow. He just knew it was going to be Brian. He remembered what Daphne had told him. "Be aggressive." So he jumped up and followed Daphne into the living room. As he had guessed, Brian was at the door. But before Brian could say a word, Justin grabbed him by the tie (Justin had snuck out before Brian woke up. Brian was undoubtedly on his way to work) and pushed him into Daphne's bathroom. Then he proceeded to rip Brian's pants off (figuratively) and deepthroat his cock (literally).

Brian was soon threading his fingers through silky blond hair and moaning, "Oh fuck, Sunshine!"

Outside the bathroom, Daphne muttered, "I said be aggressive, but I didn't mean right this second…"