Fun & Games

I went out to the Peel, Throb, with Josh. He makes me feel like an old woman with how much he wants to go out. All the time, he's always goading me about leaving the house. But, I guess, he's on holidays and we had left-overs from New Year's Eve. The place was packed, we didn't get there until just before 1am, my preferred arrival time, but Josh was keen. I talked him into watching "The Anniversary" Bette Davis at her magnificent best and grotesque worst, otherwise he was champing at the bit to head out from early evening.

We danced and danced. My head was spinning most of the time. Just a sea of faces all moving to the same time as me. The commune of dance.

There were a lot of out-of-it people. The crowd was thinning about 4am.

Penny was there, I hadn't seen her for ages. She was making no sense, when I found her. She was rabbiting on talking about nonsense, as she does. I didn't care. I wondered if her boyfriend, Bryce, was with her. I tried to ask her, but all I got in response was a confused look, as though she knew she should have heard of somebody named Bryce and she was sure it would come to her. Pill-happy Penny.

It didn't matter.

Penny was wearing a white tutu inspired dress, ballet shoes and cream ribbons in her blonde hair. She looked like a porcelain doll.

All I could think of was that creamy white skin of Bryce's and that beautiful abdomen, which disappeared down the front in his pants, always with the top button undone.

Penny danced with Josh and I. She's like the little doll from a music box, except she grooves instead of spins.

Tim and Nicolas turned up.

"Hey," said some warm breath on my neck. Beautiful Bryce was standing next to me grinning. He'd arrive with the other two. They'd been at another club, to hear some DJ play. They are all a bit south side, at heart, those three, despite none of them actually living there. But any time they get a chance, it's over the Yarra with them. Tim and Nicholas like to keep each other away from temptation, so they party in foreign lands, where the punters are too young for their, particular, tastes. Bryce is just a gay man trapped in a straight man's body.

Bryce slipped his T-shirt off. Smiled. His beautiful chest, sexy nipples and a flat stomach with single figures in body fat. I don't think I've ever seen such a perfect body as his.

"Been here long?" He slurred. His eyes were sunken.

"Yeah, a while." I was gazing at his chest.

"I've just arrived," he said, looking down at his chest, too.

My bladder ached.

"I've got to have a piss."

"I do too. I'll come with you," said Bryce

Bryce took my hand, as I led him through the crowd. The place was busy. The urinals were full. A cubicle became vacant, just as we walked in. Bryce pulled me inside and shut the door.

I pissed like a horse.

Bryce hesitated at first, stood back.

"That was lucky, hey?" he said. His jaw was quivering. His eyes were barley open. He had that grin on his face.

He stood opposite me undoing his pants, on the other side of the bowl, struggling. I watched him pull his fly apart and pull his black jocks down. I looked away. He wasn't meeting my gaze. I looked down again.

Nice cock, Brycey boy. Nice foreskin.

My piss took forever, Bryce seemed to do about two drops. Mine finally stopped. It was a relief. Bryce stood there with his eyes closed, his cock still out. He just stood there like he'd gone to sleep. His fat cock hanging down. He was perfectly still.

I took his cock in my hand, wondering at the same time if it was braking my vows about hitting on straight boys and the mutual respect thing. I was shaking. It felt good, like chimpanzees grooming. I squeezed it. I held it, as he went instantly hard. Big fleshy thing, hard and hot, with skin like velvet. It curved up beautifully. It was solid. His knob was red. The thick vein underneath pumped. I rubbed my hand up and down it, it was smooth against my skin. He groaned softly. His precum was wet on my hand.

"What a nice, big, fat dick you've got Bryce," I said. It felt hot.

He opened his eyes, smiled wantonly, pulled his cock out of my hand, did up his jeans and left.

Rule number 1, never speak to straight boys when they are out of it and you are playing with their cock, it always brings them back to reality.

I found him on the dance floor hugging Penny. Both in a stupor. They were dancing with Tim and Nicholas.

Josh had been off with some young Italian named Sebastian, he'd met at 80 the other night. The three guys Josh has met since he's arrived back in Melbourne all want to settle down and get married to him and be boyfriends.

"Ah, beginners luck," I said. "You're a new face again, you have been away for six years, after all."

"But this is the first time in my life that I am single and I kind of wanted to try it for a while," moaned Josh. "Just to see what I'm missing out on."

Bryce grinned over Penny's shoulder at me.

Today, we have slept for most of the day. We've wandered around the house like zombies, ghosts in the darkened corners, grunting at each other.

I've eaten shit food and watched porn and smoked lots of pot. But mostly I've slept.

Josh had the 3 guys lined up, but some how managed to come home alone. He made a brief appearance, just now.

"Hey," I said, as he wandered back up the stairs again. "What happened to all your boyfriends?"

"Get fucked mole," he replied. "What happened to yours?"