Straight Boy Mythology

There is that breed of straight boys, when it comes to drugs, whose piggishness over rides their sense of modesty. They are the ones that gay boys love. I mean, they've got to have a bit of it in them to start off with, I guess, but these are the boys who practically full out of their pants for another pill. Once their inhibitions are down, suitably sedated, shall we say, they don't seem to really care. Once they get that moreish amphetamine look in their eyes, they are easy pickings.

Christopher's girlfriend, Anna, had a hot, Aussie boyfriend, Ethan. Dark, curly hair. She met him at art school. They all used to party together. Ethan was always cuddly, out at clubs. He was very comfortable in his own skin, Christopher always thought. Anna had gone away to Sydney, for work for a couple of weeks and she asked Christopher to look after Ethan while she was gone. She may have even been half joking, at the time. But, Christopher took the bull by the horns, so to speak and invited Ethan out. They'd all been out together, lots, so it was nothing really new for either of them.

They'd had a great time. They'd been to several dingy clubs. They'd laughed, they'd spun out, Ethan had vomited, they'd had the best time. They were laying on a couch somewhere, at some one's house, just chatting, winding down. Christopher mentioned that I had more pills, Ethan said he wanted more. "That's cool. Wish I'd known, we could have stayed out longer."

They'd had heaps. They were flying.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm happy here." Christopher was fucked.

Christopher couldn't have danced another step. Ethan was warm against him. The couch was soft. He wasn't even sure where he was. He thought East St Kilda, maybe; remembered glimpses from the back window. They'd met some guys neither of them knew, at the last club, got swept into cars and driven down Queens Road, was pretty much all he remembered.

They lay around and chatted, smoking bongs floating on ambient music.

"Come on. Let’s take an e? I'll do anything for another whoosh."

"What? Now?"

"Any thing. Come on, I’ll suck your cock. I'm horny."

"What?" asked Christopher, somewhat startled, although not shocked. He was suddenly feeling, somewhat, horny himself, now that Ethan had mentioned it.

Ethan was just smiling at Christopher, lying back on the couch. Two of the other guys had gone up stairs. The other two had headed out for food, or pot, or sex, Christopher thought all three were mentioned.

"You'd suck my cock for another e?"

"Sure. I don't care."

"I'm not, um, really, gay," said Christopher.

"I'm not, um, really either," said Ethan, smiling broadly. He reached down and undid his jeans. "I'm horny, the drugs do it to me." He pulled down the front of his jocks and out flopped a thick, purplish, uncut cock. "I reckon it's a fair swap, mate. I want more," he said stroking it hard. It was stiffening up in his hand.

"Give us the pill and I can do this to you." Ethan lay back against the pillows.

They both took a pill.

“Undo your pants,” said Ethan, his voice deep and husky.

Christopher had never had gay sex before. His cock hardened at the thought of it. Before he knew it, Ethan was stroking it. It felt good.

So there Christopher was, as the sun came up, lying awkwardly with his rapidly hardening cock in his best girlfriend’s, boyfriend’s mouth, in some one's bedroom somewhere in Melbourne, completely out of it. Ethan moved around and he was lying straight and Christopher's cock fitted squarely down his throat. Christopher closed his eyes, it felt good. He floated off for a time.

“Now you do me,” whispered Ethan. His eyes were seriously rolling into the back of his head, as he got to his knees and unzipped his pants.

“What?” said Christopher.

“Me,” said Ethan. “You do me.”

Christopher relaxed and took a penis right down his throat, for the first time. He was scared of gagging, but he didn’t. The drugs had relaxed him.

Ethan's hands gripped the back of Christopher’s head and he moaned loudly. "Fuck yes, just like that." As his rock-hard cock bent out like a thick, ripe banana from his abdomen. "Guys always know how to do it. Suck cock." Christopher took it to the depths of his throat, again. "Yes. Ahhh! Fuck yes." Ethan pushed it back in quickly and Christopher surprised himself that he could take it again so quickly, without gagging out, it was a big thick dick. But he did. It slipped so easily into his mouth, he just wanted to be obliging.

Someone came into the room. Christopher hesitated, started to pull off. "Don't stop," slurred Ethan. "They'll go away."

The two of them turned out to be not so shy, after all. All of them was on offer to be enjoyed, for a pill, or three. They didn't say no to anything. Both dark and muscular and up for it all.

Christopher vaguely remembered the door opening, maybe, twice more, but they were going at it by then and he didn't care. Didn't even look around.

Ethan came like a white chocolate fountain, he just kept cuming. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Healthy boy. Lots of push in him, as his muscles spasmed and jerked. As his breathing went off the Richter Scale. Christopher found he loved the heat and strength men produce. The beads of sweat. The equal force.

Of course, Ethan patted Christopher on the shoulder and said that it was probably best they didn't mention it to Anna, once they stirred again. They'd passed out for a while. It was just starting to get light, outside.

"I'm not mentioning it to ..." Christopher couldn't say her name. "Buddy. Do you think I'm mad?"

Ethan laughed. "Probably best," he said. He pulled his jeans on. "I don't think she'd get it."

"She's a girl."

Ethan looked sexy bare-chested, just in jeans. Christopher couldn't help but smile, surprising himself.

"What?" Ethan asked.

Christopher laughed. "Nothing."

"I'm shit faced," Ethan said. "Do you want to get some food?"

"Do you know where we are?" Christopher asked.

Ethan pulled his t-shirt on. "Not really." They both laughed.

"Let's get out of here, before anyone comes back." It was all starting to come back to Christopher, he wanted to get out unscathed.

Ethan put his arm around Christopher, when they discovered how cold it was outside, and rubbed him arms. They walked up Inkerman Street arm in arm, keeping each other warm.

The sun rise was beautiful, golden, bright.

Ethan kissed Christopher on the back of the neck, at the lights. Ethan hugged him.

“I like you,” slurred Ethan.

Christopher mentioned it once, later, in a rather lame joke about what Ethan would do for drugs. Ethan put his finger to his mouth and simply said, "Shhh," without losing his cheeky smile, without any hesitation. He changed the subject with the still, big, grin on his face.

Christopher smiled at Ethan. Ethan smiled at Christopher, blushing.

“What?” said Christopher.

“That was good,” said Ethan.

“Yeah, it was.” Christopher laughed, he was surprised at how he felt. He punched Ethan on the arm. “Drug pig.”

The lights changed.

"Let's get ice cream," said Ethan. He punched Christopher back, playfully.

They put their arms around each other’s shoulders as they crossed the road.