My Big Fat Gay Life (10 page)

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Authors: Brett Kiellerop

“Hell yes!” she replied emphatically. “I tell my parents I’m still a virgin. I’ve never had sex with a man.”

“Do you like toys? Does Doris use a strap-on dildo on you?”

“Every chance we get,” Jack said. Doris blushed demurely. Justin’s parents gave each other a look - they could see where this is going.

“Yet you don’t like cock?” Donovan asked. “Isn’t a cock just a smaller and warmer version of a dildo?”

“Yes,” Jack answered, “but cocks are attached to men.” She gave an exaggerated shudder of disgust. We all laughed.

* * *

“Hi!” I brightly greeted the young man with the straggly hair. “You probably don’t remember me. My name’s Patricia. You came to Sebastian’s apartment to get your mobile phone a while back. You’re here with Kento?”

“Yes,” he said, shaking the hand I’d offered him. Recognition dawned in his eyes. “Bruce. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you know Kento?”

“My husband and I have known Kento for years. We like to meet all our son’s friends,” I replied.

“Sebastian is your son?” Bruce asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I know, I know: I don’t look old enough to have a son that age. You don’t have to say it.” I laughed loudly, showing him that I was joking. Well - half joking.

I chatted to Bruce for a few minutes. He was curious about Sebastian’s early life, and was especially curious about Sebastian’s past lovers. He had a strong desire to know why the relationships hadn’t worked.

“I guess it all boils down to chemistry. Sebastian is a firm believer in the spark. If the spark isn’t there, he knows it won’t work.”

“I wish my parents were as accepting as you,” Bruce said. “Back home I’m totally in the closet. I can’t tell anyone.”

“With all due respect Bruce,” I said, “that’s just crap. If people don’t accept you for being gay, that’s their problem. You should want your friends and family to accept and love the real you, not some version that you put forward to them out of fear. So grow a pair of balls and show some respect to the people you love. Give them the chance to know the real you. Toodle-loo”

I gave the stunned man a little wave as I wandered back to the old fogies group. I was curious to see if Donovan had made any progress with the lesbians. One man, two bisexual women, and a total rug-muncher: the possibilities are endless.

“Darling,” Donovan said, putting his arm around me as I rejoined the group. “Doris and Jack have decided to stay with us tonight. It seems the allure of a jacuzzi and a small warm dildo has won them over.”

“Lovely!” I said. I checked my purse to make sure I had Donovan’s viagra. The sooner he takes it, the better for all concerned.

Day 3 Narrative 5 - Bruce

Kento is convenient. He gives me money, he gives me a place to live, and he gives me a way into Sebastian’s life. He desires a relationship with me, and I’m more than happy to lead him on until Sebastian comes to his senses.

He’d just asked me to leave for a couple of hours, as he had a client coming over. I was more than happy to oblige and be rid of him for a while. He was so careful to point out that nothing sexual happens during his massages, but I couldn’t care less. I wouldn’t care if he was fucking every single client he had. The only person who isn’t allowed to fuck around is Sebastian.

Leaving Kento’s apartment, I walked briskly to Sebastian’s apartment. I knew his routine, and I knew that he’d be at work now, despite the fact it’s Saturday. I used the key he’d given me and let myself into his apartment. I check his apartment regularly for signs of sex with someone other than me.

First I checked the number of condoms in his bedside table. Seven, the same number as yesterday afternoon. Then I checked his dirty laundry for signs of sex. No smell of semen, just the regular smell of his sweat. My exposure to Ruth must have ended the affair between Sebastian and Justin.

I pulled two pairs of dirty briefs from the laundry basket and used them to masturbate. I used one to sniff while I ejaculated into the other. I then placed both pairs back into the basket.

* * *

At the engagement party, Sebastian played coy. He barely spoke to me all evening. I guess he doesn’t want to give Kento any clue as to how we really feel about each other. Kento will be devastated when Sebastian professes his love for me and we run off together.

I was surprised to see Sebastian’s cleaner at the party. She must be Ruth and Justin’s cleaner as well. She introduced herself, and that’s when I realised she’s actually Sebastian’s mother. She isn’t a cleaner at all - she’s just a rude bitch who should learn not to shove her nose into other people’s business. How dare she tell me to grow a pair of balls!

I couldn’t wait to get out of there, so once the speeches were done Kento and I slipped out. I didn’t need to track Sebastian for the rest of the evening, as I knew he’d be here until he was the last guest, and then he’d go straight home. Kento and I headed to Canal Street for some drinking, dancing, and drugs.

* * *

Once Kento was off his nut and not capable of recognising his surroundings, I slipped out of the club and walked briskly to Sebastian’s apartment. There were no lights on in his apartment, so I assumed he wasn’t home from the party yet. Letting myself in with his key, I kneaded the erection in my pants. I always get a hard-on whenever I come home to his apartment. My cock is so hard, it aches.

I went into his bedroom and shed my clothes. His bed looked so inviting. I spent a leisurely half hour slowly masturbating with his pillow, until I shot my load all over his sheets. Deciding that it wasn’t polite to leave dirty sheets on his bed, I put them in the washing machine. Then I put clean sheets on his bed and had a shower.

As I finished getting dressed, I heard Sebastian’s key in the lock and the front door open. I slipped quietly into his wardrobe, not wanting to scare him, and peered out through a crack in the door. He came into his bedroom and looked at the clean sheets. He appreciated the gesture. Then he stripped off his clothes and walked into the en-suite for a shower.

I opened the crack a little wider so I could see Sebastian showering. He soaped his cock and balls and ran his hands over them. He soaped up his chest and shoulders and sensuously stroked them. I was hard again. The water stopped and Sebastian appeared back in his bedroom. He lay down on his bed and fell asleep instantly.

Opening the wardrobe door quietly, I took in the view. Sebastian has a fantastic physique. It makes me so fucking horny. His cock looked so inviting: it was lying across his thigh - on public display - as he’d fallen asleep without hopping under the covers.

Kneeling quietly next to the bed, I sniffed at his cock. I was disappointed: it smelled of soap and water, not at all like his sweaty briefs. I carefully put out my hand and picked it up. I was gentle, as I didn’t want to wake him. Wrapping my fingers around it, I felt the blood start to flow into it. It swelled in my hand.

Placing the glorious semi-hard cock down carefully on his thigh, I walked tentatively out of his room and left his apartment. It was time to find Kento and ride his black cock. It was time to fantasise that the cock inside me was Sebastian’s.

Day 3 Narrative 6 - Ruth

As I removed my make-up and reflected on the party, I chuckled at Sebastian’s reaction to the news that Jack was a woman. It never occurred to me that he wouldn’t know: it wasn’t an issue to me that my mother had entered into a relationship with another woman. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy.

I rubbed at the life growing in my womb. Justin and I hadn’t been able to decide whether to announce my pregnancy during the party or not, because we didn’t want people to think that’s why we’re getting married. Ultimately we decided that people would think that anyway when they eventually found out, so we decided to tackle it head-on.

“We have one more announcement to make,” Justin had said at the end of his speech. He’d welcomed our loved ones and thanked them for sharing the celebration with us already. “We’re having a baby!”

There had been cheers and clapping, and glasses were held high.

“Don’t think for a moment that’s why we’re getting married,” Justin had continued. “I love this woman. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. If we happen to take a child along for the ride, that’s a blessing from the Universe.”

He’d kissed me then, and we were overwhelmed with well-wishers. Mum was in tears, and Jack had managed to find a cigar somewhere. She lit up and stood with her arm around Mum, smiling broadly. I asked Mum for a private chat.

“I’ve asked Sebastian to walk me down the aisle,” I said to her when we were alone. “I need him involved in my wedding in some capacity, and he’s already booked as Justin’s best man. It was a tough decision, because I would’ve also been honoured to have you walk me down the aisle.”

“Don’t give it another thought Darling,” Mum said, giving me a hug. “The symbolism of walking you down the aisle and handing you over to your future husband is to show the passage from your old life to your new life. In a way, Sebastian has already done that. He’s brought you from a life of fear and doubts to the confident and happy young woman you are today. He’s the perfect choice.”

“Thanks Mum,” I said, tears welling in my eyes and threatening to overflow. “I do have one thing to ask though: would you be my maid of honour?”

“I would love that!” she exclaimed.

* * *

Justin was still cleaning the lounge room when I stepped into the shower. As I stood blissfully beneath the flow of hot water, I reflected on how good my life is. I have the perfect husband-to-be: at least perfect for me. I have great friends and family. That’s when the pain struck.

I doubled over and called out for Justin. I saw blood flowing down my legs, mingling with the hot water from the shower. Another stab of pain ripped through my abdomen, and I collapsed to the floor of the shower, just as Justin pulled open the screen with a look of concern on his face.

“Call an ambulance,” I panted between spasms of pain. “There’s something wrong with the baby!”

Day 4

Narratives from:

Justin

Tony

Bruce

Sebastian

Quentin

 

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