[ooc-posting here so I can read it]
A dude? Tristan didn't remember the last time he was a dude. Seven, maybe eight years ago. And as far as too much information went, he had no comprehension of the meaning. Individually the words were simple, but putting them together they became incomprehensible. Tristan believed that surely Adam, being the strapping/gorgeous/fuck me pump worthy/lovely man that he appeared to be, must have had a girl ride him in that position, so as to appreciate the full length of his equipment. The comparison didn't seem like to far of a reach.
"Uh not really. I mean people say all the time that there are things better left unsaid, but I've never seen anything that falls into that category. Did I make you uncomfortable with the last bit? I mean should I refrain from talking about getting mind blowing, multiple orgasmic oral? Is talking about having someone bent over my headboard in doggy too much?" Tristan's smile had achieved 1000 watts and he knew it. He found a comfortable place, well comfortable for him and apparently only slightly uncomfortable for Adam. "Because if I should avoid these topics it would be good to know now. I would really hate for our friendship to end so quickly over something that could be avoided. Especially since it has only just begun."