Read My Big Fat Gay Life Online
Authors: Brett Kiellerop
“Doesn’t mean we can’t look!” the teenager squealed. Before any of us could react, the teenager reached across to Justin and ripped his shirt open, exposing his fantastic chest and abs. I was horrified.
To my surprise, Justin just laughed and shrugged off the remaining remnants of his shirt. A crowd started to form to appreciate the view. Suddenly we had a lot of new friends, all trying to talk at once.
Eventually Sebastian returned with some drinks. As he handed a bottle to Kento, Kento said, “The shirt didn’t even last ten seconds.” Sebastian threw back his head and laughed. He put his arm around Justin, almost possessively, and helped him fend off his admirers.
* * *
As the night progressed, I realised how small my orbit had been up until this point. The flagrant displays of sexuality showed me that people can live their lives as out and proud gay men.
We danced, laughed, drank, and enjoyed a variety of shows. There were strippers and drag queens. There was comedy. The most outstanding show was a drag queen called Lizzie.
“She’s good!” I shouted in Sebastian’s ear.
“And she sings her own songs,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “She doesn’t mime like most drag queens do.”
We’d been in the club for a few hours, and we were all having fun.
“I need a piss,” Justin said, handing his drink to Sebastian for safekeeping.
“I better come with you,” Kento said, handing his drank to me.
“I know how to pee,” Justin said.
“But you don’t know how to pee here,” Kento said enigmatically. They left, Kento leading the way and Justin following in his wake through the crowd.
“Are you having fun?” Sebastian shouted at me.
“It’s a blast!” I responded. “So much more fun than I thought it would be.”
We danced around each other for a while, and Sebastian deftly fended off a few advances. Eventually Justin returned.
“Well that was an experience,” Justin said, taking his drink off Sebastian. “I met some guy called Mark. What an interesting character. Doesn’t speak much though.”
Sebastian laughed, loudly. “Where’s Kento?” he asked.
“Helping Mark,” Justin replied.
* * *
Throughout the course of the night, Kento and Sebastian went off on their own little exploratory missions. Eventually Sebastian came up to me.
“I’m taking someone back to our place,” he shouted in my ear. “Just wanted to warn you in case you come barging into my bedroom to use the bathroom.”
A pang of jealousy gripped me. I simply nodded.
“I’m going,” Sebastian shouted, loudly enough for Justin and Kento to hear.
“I should go too,” Justin said. “I have big plans with Ruth.”
“I’m going to stay here,” Kento boomed. “Thanks for a great evening!”
“I’ll come home with you,” I yelled at Sebastian, “but don’t worry, I won’t get in the way.”
Justin, Sebastian, and I made our way to the exit. On the way, Sebastian grabbed a man by the shoulder and whispered in his ear. The man nodded and started to follow us. I snuck a covert look at him, and decided he was hot enough in a bland and boring way.
“I’m going to go find somewhere to have some food and a coffee,” I told Sebastian once we were all standing outside.
“You sure?” he asked me.
“Yep. Have fun,” I nodded at the man he was taking home.
I watched as Sebastian, Justin, and the nameless trade walked down the street and turned out of sight, and then I headed back into the club.
Matt tried to slip past me, out of the bedroom and out of Sebastian’s apartment. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him, kicking and screaming all the way, to the lounge room where I hammered his head against the corner of the coffee table a few times. I enjoyed it. Satisfied that he was dead, I threw his body down to the floor and stepped back to observe my handiwork.
Blood was pooling around his head, and his eyes stared unseeingly into infinity. Suddenly he blinked and stared directly at me.
“You did this to me,” he said accusingly as he climbed to his feet and stood up. Brain matter was visible through the skull fractures, and blood was streaming in pulses down his face. “It’s all your fault.”
I gasped, a long deep intake of breath, as I sat bolt upright in bed. I automatically reached for Ian to console me, but then remembered he was out of town at a conference. I put my head in my hands and wept.
* * *
After the initial shock of my nightmare, the day passed fairly normally: gym, a couple of submissive clients, lunch, two more clients wanting to be dominated, and then an unexpected call.
“I think all four of us should go out tonight to Ruby Slippers,” Sebastian suggested to me over the phone. “Just you, Justin, Rory, and me.”
“Are you sure Ruby Slippers is the best place to go?” I asked him. “There are far less seedy places.”
“And they’re far less fun. I want the straight boys to see what a regular night out for you is like. I’m sure they’ll have a blast: or at least they’ll think it was fun once they get over the shock.”
“Sure,” I chuckled. “Why not. Meet you all outside at ten. Tell Justin to wear something that shows off his package.”
* * *
After Justin left the toilet, I masturbated over Mark. It was a large load, as I’d not had sex for several days. He writhed in ecstasy and smeared my cum over his body. I love Ian, and I don’t want to cheat on him. By slapping the salami I’d reduced my susceptibility to temptation, ensuring I can have a fun night out without ruining it with sex and guilt. Commitment and monogamy were new concepts for me, but I was getting used to them.
After I rejoined the others, we joked about Justin’s introduction to Mark. His initial shock had waned, and he was laughing about it. One of his admirers throughout the night came up and shouted something in his ear, and he shook his head.
“What’s up?” I boomed at Justin.
“He wants me to dance on the podium in my underwear,” he replied.
“Why not? You should!” I yelled at him.
“I’m not wearing any underwear!” he shouted.
“Even better!” the admirer exclaimed. He turned to a few of his friends and made a motion to indicate they should lift Justin onto the podium. Justin was lifted effortlessly and seated on the edge of the podium. He offered no resistance, and actually seemed to be enjoying it. It didn’t surprise me: he loves attention.
Justin’s admirers removed his boots and unzipped his jeans. He stood on the podium and slowly pulled down his jeans, then stood up and spread his arms wide, exposing his enormous floppy cock and toned body. His admirers pulled him down and removed his jeans, then replaced his boots.
At first, Justin danced like a typical straight boy. His arms didn’t go above shoulder level, and he was stilted and jerky. One of his admirers joined him on the podium and showed him how to move. He quickly loosened up.
Soon there was a huge crowd around the podium. Justin was revelling in the attention of the outstretched arms and the catcalls. At one point some guy tried to grab his cock, and he immediately stopped dancing and made a move to put on his jeans. He made it clear he wouldn’t permit any kind of intimate touch like that. With a little encouragement he resumed dancing, and the outstretched arms didn’t go above his knees.
In return for some special attention, one admirer slipped a ten quid note into his boots. Looking him in the eyes, Justin bumped and grinded for the admirer. In short order, notes were being stuffed into his boots from all directions.
Eventually Sebastian picked up some trade and decided it was time to leave. Justin and Rory went with him. I slipped a couple of E’s out of my pocket and swallowed them dry. Now the fun could really begin. The club atmosphere is always better when it’s enhanced chemically.
Finally left to my own devices, I took a long leisurely tour of the darker areas of the club. As the E’s kicked in I felt more alive and horny however, after my cum dump on Mark, I didn’t have an overwhelming desire to get my rocks off. I just wandered and enjoyed the sights and sounds.
To my surprise, in a dark corner I found a hot guy with his pants down, and a thin ginger guy chowing down amateurishly on the guy’s cock like a calf on a teat.
The ginger was Rory.
Narratives from:
Patricia | Kento |
Sebastian | Rory |
Toni | |