Yesterday I went to meet one of my best friends. He works in a production house and is gay. Let's call him Gaye.
It was a job related meeting. I was recommended by Gaye to transcribe some indonesian soap opera into english. When I first got there, Gaye introduced me to his co-workers. The first one i met was gay as well and another, and another. I'm not so sure about the other two's sexual orientation but they looked gay to me. They looked at me, head to toe and for a split second i felt judged. It's like for that split second they were analyzing me whether i was beautiful enough, trendy enough, rich enough or cool enough. What do you expect? They're gay and working with celebrities. Oh well, you know how gays can be. Of course after a good couple of hours the ice broke. They were nice people and funny as hell.
I hadn't seen Gaye for quite some time. He's an old friend but we don't really hang out too often anymore after i came back from abroad. So there we were having dinner the two of us and a lot of catching up.
"I think me and my boyfriend broke up." I said in a mellow tone.
"What happened?" Gaye asked me.
"Long story. Anyway, what's up with you?" I lit my cigarette.
"I have a new boyfriend of one month that i want to dump." Gaye said.
"He's 24 and the sex is fantastic, but he's getting too clingy." He continued.
"He keeps calling me every living minute and it's getting on my nerves. Besides, I have this other guy that i've been hitting on and i have a feeling it's mutual. He's even younger, only 22 and is a soap star." Gaye took a cigarette and lit it. You can just tell that he's gay by the way his fingers sway flamboyantly.
"Oh my god Gaye, are you two-timing now? I thought you don't do that?" I replied in shocked.
"I thought you want a stable, loving and committed relationship instead of easy fucks who come and go as fast as you come?" I grinned after saying that. Pun intended most definitely.
It's true. Gaye is different. He's almost like a real woman who yearns for intimacy and passion in a steady relationship, unlike most gays who are known for their lack of ability to commit. Gaye wants love. So I was quite surprised to know that he's now officially unfaithful.
"So, tell me about the sex." I winked at him while sipping my tea.
"He's got a small dick." Gaye said innocently.
"Wait, you said the sex was great." I asked back, bewildered.
"Yeah, it is. I screw him in the ass, so it's all good for me." He answered.
"Does he do that to you?" He once told me that even as a gay he didn't do it anally, so I was trying to update the information.
"Nope. I don't like it. It's painful." He cringed.
Now that, coming from a gay guy. People, anal sex hurts! Of course with my expanded sex knowledge I gained after joining Literotica and constant learning from the sex-perts here on SoulCast, I gave him some advice.
"Dude...." I spoke while patting his back for assurance. "If it hurts, it means you're not doing it right. 3 words -- lubricate, lubricate, lubricate." I told him this while trying to put on a wise one look on my face.
"And you have to relax, trust your partner and tell him to go slow." I continued with my plagiarized advices.
It's almost surreal listening to my own voice, a straight female's who's never done anal sex giving advice about it to a gay guy. A guy who's been gay since he was 17.
Gaye inhaled his second cigarette and stayed quiet.
"So what are you going to do about your toy boy now?" I asked him, changing the subject.
"I haven't decided yet. I want to keep him cause I enjoy the sex. But with this other guy, we connect so well. Plus I don't have to be a sugar daddy for him. He earns more than me." He giggled.
"So you're going to keep both of them?" I asked.
Gaye just nodded. "Just for a while."
"You know why gay guys are so freaking free and loose? They can't stay faithful too long and sleep with just about anything that moves?" I asked him rhetorically. Gaye looked at me, smiling.
"It's not because they're gay. It's because they are guys. Guys are just naturally bastards." I stubbed my cigarette out to the ashtray. Gaye laughed hysterically and we left the restaurant.



