Gavin
Tonight I was going to meet Jason's best friend, Anna. I've known him since I was five. He was one of my brother's closest friends, so he was at our place a lot when I was growing up. When I was eighteen I started having 'thoughts' about him, which eventually evolved into day dreams and then full-out wet dreams.
His 6'1'', lightly tanned, lithe body had invaded my brain. He was shorter than me, and had less muscle. He had a swimmer's body which was made more lean and sculpted by the time he spent on his hunting trips. He was coloured like me, but his skin looked like he had the lightest perpetual tan, and his mahogany hair was always long enough to tie back. And his face? Heaven. He kind of looked like an American Indian mixed with the Marlboro Man, but with full, sinfully pouted lips, and piercing olive green eyes.
I didn't date any of the girls in high school and generally hung out with my older brother and his friends. I watched Jason through my last year of high school... looking for a small sign that he might be gay, or bi. A sign that he might be interested in me, in any case. Apart from his beautiful smiles and his deep penetrating looks I got nothing. And the fact that that was just the way he acted around everyone else didn't help.
I left Cape Town with a group of 'private school' kids whose parents decided to ship them off to Louisiana. Apparently our parents believed that if we would be in the middle of nowhere in a 'campus town' with a long ride to the nearest big city a half day's drive away we would be safe from the world's evil influences. And I was. Safe that is. For a year all I did was study and chill in my back yard after school. I didn't do much socializing, even with the other South African kids who were notorious trouble makers on campus.
I was safe that year. When I returned to campus for my second year, my comfortable lifestyle went to crap. About a week after I arrived, I went to check out the new nightclub that had opened during the summer. That's where I saw him. Jason.
Kissing
another man. Another very bloody handsome man. Obviously I immediately left, and wallowed in self-pity for the next few week.
It was a Saturday when I picked up my phone, drunk as a skunk and seething with anger because I'd just about forgotten
him
, only to have him unceremoniously re-introduced into my life in the arms of any guy's wet dream. Yes, life was a bitch and Johnny Walker was going to be my saviour. It was him! And he wanted to 'meet up'...
It's weird between us. We've sort of been seeing each other for six months now. He says we're fuck buddies, so I don't fight it. He comes over, we get each other off with our hands or mouths, and then he leaves. We only kiss when it's sexual. He never kisses me when we're done so I've never tried. It's as if God is playing another joke on me. I get my dream man but with restrictions. I can touch and pleasure him, be pleasured by him... but I can't get what I want. I can't make love to him. Friends with benefits is a crappy idea.
We tried once. Sex, I mean. It was like fumbling with calculus for me... nothing worked. So we skipped that and stayed with what we'd been doing earlier. I wanted to try with me as the bottom. A recent incident ( I would call it an attack if I wasn't so willing) with my classmate Di, left me positive that I would like it. Jason freaked out and refused. "I don't want to hurt you. Please don't ask me to." And that was it. I was happy with whatever part of Jason I could get.
Tonight is a big step for me. He wants to introduce me to his friends. Anna was having a braii at her place and most of his friends would be there. He told me most of them were gay, and none of the guys from back home would be there, so I could be comfortable around them. When we pulled up to a huge house with a sprawling garden I tensed up a bit. I was from a well-off family, but life had taught me that most kids from that type of family were self-absorbed prats.
I calmed down a little when three young Great Danes came running up to us, as we got out of Jason's 4x4. I liked dogs, and these were definitely being brought up a family dogs, not guards. Jason led me off a side of the house towards the back yard and I saw windows going up two stories, covering a miniature inner courtyard and living room. Hmm... this place reminded me of a house I'd been to in SA. He left me by the pool and walked over to a cooler to get two beers as I took in my surroundings.
As I turned to the house I saw a tall red-head with a huge floppy summer hat and ludicrously high heels step out of the glass doors. And were those pants leather? In this heat? She walked up to me, stopped and put her hands on her hips. A smile crossed my face. She reminded me of my mum when she was about to tell us off.
She lifted her black hat off her face and pulled off her sunglasses, " You. What are you doing here?"
"Di?" Oh Jesus. This was going to be one hell of a party. I took in a deep breath, " I was invited. What are you doing here?"
"I live here..."
If I wasn't nervous and embarrassed enough as it was, Jason walked up to us, slid his arm around my waist, handing me a beer. He flashed his sexy grin at Di, oblivious to the shocked look on her face and said, " Sweetie, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Gavin. Gav, this is my best-friend and favourite cousin, Anna."
I thought I was going to throw up. Not only had he unknowingly thrown me out of the closet head first, he called me his
boyfriend