When Jason was younger, when he first came out onto the gay scene - my how time flies - he used to get any guy he wanted. It wasn't really something he thought about at the time. It was the product of good genes, bright eyes and clear skin, he'd always had them. He always knew that that was probably more of a comment on what sluts men really were, than him, in particular. Yeah, he looked alright, handsome is what he was always told, mostly. So he had the sex life of a handsome young man. It was true. It had been fun. He partook enthusiastically.
There were thirty candles on the cake in front of him, Scott had insisted. The waiter smiled at Jason, as he set the cake down in front of him, kind of flirty.
Jason still had bright eyes and good teeth. He could probably still get most guys he set his mind on, but the problem was that he no longer wanted to. Oh, it wasn't that he had to pick up every guy that he met, back then, it was just that they were plentiful and he never thought not to. It wasn't like it was a quest, or anything, but there was always a cute man standing there saying how about it. It's like, where he had to fuck every one of them, once, for about 50% of them, now, flirting was enough. He thought that was good, grown up. Lets face it, 50% of them were dud roots anyway, it was less time consuming. He could get so one tracked about it, where he spent all of his spare time sniffing it out. He wanted to think about other things now, well, for the most part, anyway. What was it they always said about quality?
He laughed. All the faces surrounding him were chanting, blow, blow, blow.
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