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Homeless man pretends he's gay to live in a gay community because he has nowhere else to go.
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Stephen and Hal entered the Nude Day party naked. With more than 400 naked men in attendance and pricks and asses everywhere, everyone was naked. It was the gated condo communities yearly Nude Day celebration.
The last place he wanted to be or be seen, Hal agreed to make an appearance at the Nude Day party to appease his best friend, Stephen. A gay man only community, the other residences suspected that he wasn't one of them, a gay man. To prove once and for all to all the other residence of the gay community that he was gay and not a straight man hiding out, until he got his life together, which he was, of course, he pretended to be gay for Nude Day.
As expected Hal went to the bar and ordered two beers and Stephen went to the buffet to fill his plate and a plate for Hal with food. Hal handed Stephen a beer and Stephen handed Hal his food. An obvious difference between the two men, Hal surveyed the crowd of naked men from the waist up and Stephen surveyed the crowd of naked men from the waist down.
"I bet he's not even gay," said Anthony loud enough to be overhead. Always at the ready to start trouble, he approached the two men looking from Hal to Stephen and back to Hal again.
"Trust me, he's gay," said Stephen overhearing what the troublemaking Anthony had said, but still paying more attention to his cocktail sausage than he was to Anthony.
Stephen didn't much like Anthony. No one like Anthony. He was an asshole. He was one of those angry gay men always looking to pick a fight and scurrying away after his mean words stoked a fire that was too hot for him to handle.
Stephen knew that Anthony was determined to get a reaction from him and from Hal, no doubt, and he wasn't going to so much as give him the consideration of a comment. If it was up to Hal, after Stephen told him how much he hated Anthony, he'd just as soon as punch him out rather than talk to him. Afraid his friend was going to punch Anthony in the face, Stephen watched Hal cringe when Anthony fondled, caressed, and squeezed Hal's ass, before reaching around and taking a hold of his cock and slowly stroking it, while fondling the head of his penis with his fingers.
"Your behavior is inappropriate Anthony. You're being so rude," said Stephen without looking up from his plate of food. "You'd better get your claws off my boyfriend, before I scratch out your eyes, bitch."
"If he was gay, he'd have an erection right now. Every gay man gets hard, when I touch them in the way I'm touching Hal now," said Anthony leaning in to stick his tongue in Hal's ear, while looking from Stephen to Hal and back to Stephen.
"That just proves to me, Anthony, that Hal is faithful to me and not interested in a sleazebag like you. Not every man wants to be with a whore," said Stephen taking the last bite of his sausage and slowly chewing, while making eye contact with him before speaking.
"I'm not a whore," said Anthony. "I'm just a discriminating gay man that needs to try a selection of meat, before settling on the one I want," he said still holding onto Hal's cock.
Taking the time to brush the crumbs from his bulbous, naked stomach, Stephen put his empty plate down, but held the cocktail fork in his hand, as if it was a knife, while giving Anthony a look that would make any man reach for a gun.
"If you don't unhand my boyfriend, I'm going to kick you in the balls so hard that your cock will come up through your mouth and your mother will feel the pain in her grave. Then, when you fall to the floor in pain, I'm going to take this cocktail fork, pick out your right eyeball and eat it.
"Bitch," said Anthony letting go of Hal's cock and walking away.
"We heard what Anthony said about Hal not being gay," said Jim with Tom and Martin flanking him and talking to Stephen, as if Hal wasn't even there. "We want proof that Hal is gay, otherwise he needs to leave," he said putting a hand to his hip, before finally looking from Stephen to Hal. "You know the bylaws, Stephen. This is strictly a gay community."
"Proof? You want proof that Hal is gay? You mean, like a gay license?" Stephen replied loud enough to make a scene and for pockets of men to look over at him. "I'll give you proof said Stephen," falling to his knees and taking Hal's cock in his mouth.
Something Stephen had wanted to do all his life, suck his best friend, he was sucking Hal's cock, really sucking him, and giving him the best blowjob of his life.
"Christ, Stephen," said Hal. "Fuck," he said running his fingers through Stephen's black, curly hair and pushing him back but not hard enough for Stephen to let go of the grip he had of Hal's cock with his mouth and hand. "Oh, my God," said Hal growing stiffly hard in Stephen's mouth.
"Yeah, that's all well and good, Stephen, but you blowing Hal isn't proof enough that he's gay. It just confirms what we know already, that you're gay," said Tom.
"To be honest, as proof that he's gay, we'd more believe Hal was gay if he sucked your cock, instead," said Martin looking from Hal to Stephen and back.
Stephen looked at his lifelong friend in silence. The deep friendship between the two men that spanned twenty years, since they were young adults, began when Stephen told Hal that he was gay. Gay or straight, Hal accepted him for who he was, not just a gay man but his best friend. They had been through a lot over the years and now their friendship was being tested again.
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Hal had been married and divorced twice. This last expensive and hostile divorce made him hate marriage, women, and relationships. Tired of being used, abused, and then rejected, he didn't think that he could go through another relationship with a woman. With twice being enough, never is when he wanted to get married again. Deciding to live out the rest of his life alone only, after his two wives took his houses and he spent his savings on a divorce attorneys, he had no place left to go, that is, until he rebounded back and started his life over, yet, again. After going through his life savings, even having to cash in his 401K, he couldn't even afford a one bedroom studio apartment. If it wasn't for his friend Stephen taking him in and welcoming him in his condo, he'd be homeless and out on the street.
"Stephen. I don't know what else to do and where else to go. Please. Can I stay with you, until I can get back on my feet and save up some money to get my own place, after this last divorce?"
"Hal, it took you five years to rebound from your first marriage. You can't stay here for that long. Paradise Found is a gay community and you're as straight as an arrow. They'd kick me out, if I took in a straight man. Besides, with a concentration of artists, interior designers, graphic designers, fashion designers, and party planners in such a small community, we're all in a frenzy of activity planning our Nude Day party."
"I'll go."
"What do you mean, you'll go? Go where?"
