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As I turned the shower off, the first sound I heard was the sound of my friend, Jessie, laughing. The kind of cackling laughter that you just know is going to end badly for someone. In this instance I had a sinking feeling that it was going to be me. I dried myself and got dressed ? boxers, socks, jeans, t-shirt ? brushed my teeth and my hair, sprayed a little aftershave and walked through my apartment until I got to my lounge where Jessie was sat ? sprawled ? on the sofa, a copy of the local paper in her hands. ?Listen to this: 'Well-built guy 62, likes gardening, scrabble, seeks solvent sub'. Sounds great. Or maybe you'd prefer: 'Alan, 62, well built, 16st, sub, seeks dom guy'. First of all, what happens to people at age sixty-two? Secondly, you have one starred.? ?Jessie ...? ?No, wait. I like it. 'Str8 scally seeks GBF-' I'm assuming that's Gay Best Friend? '- for friendship only. Must like gaming, nights out and lager.' Wow. Profound. Nights out? Hanging round the Spar? Sounds dreamy.? ?Fuck off. Besides, I told you I was busy this afternoon.? She laughed. Another burst of cackling static. ?You're meeting him today? Holy shit, are you crazy? I mean, I know it's been a long time, honey, but personals? He sounds a laugh riot.? I gave her a shrug as I moved around the room, gathering my wallet, keys and phone. ?I just thought it'd be, you know, a laugh. It's not like I have a rocketing social or love life. Besides, you know that I really dislike most gay guys.? ?Uh-huh. And you wonder why you're still single.? ?No, I don't, actually. And before you even start, this is not some kind of internalised homophobia. What do you say about most other women?? ?That they're either slutty or dumb. Or both.? ?Yep. I don't call you misogynistic.? ?Maybe you should call the guy who likes Scrabble ...? ?I'm going. Which means you're going.? She pouted. ?Can I come?? ?No!? ?Can I at least stay here?? ?The last time I left you along in my flat I came home to find you watching porn. My porn. Gay porn.? ?So? Far hotter than straight porn.? I scowled and she threw up her hands. ?Fine. I'm going. Don't get your panties in a bunch. But if he's cute, I want a photo. If he's proper hot, I want his number. No reason for you not to share. It's not like he'll be sucking on your manly root.? ?Thanks, Jess. Now get out.? She left as I left and on the way down in the lift and to the parking garage I filled her in on the plans that we'd made for meeting. Which, isvecbahis to be fair, were pretty loose. Meeting in a pub ? not a bar, an actual pub ? to see how we got on and then maybe out for a few more beers later on. No big deal. Was I nervous? Damn right. After all, I was meeting a straight guy who self-identified with a subculture that wasn't known for its acceptance of gays, who had put an ad in the paper to meet a gay guy, albeit ostensibly for friends. A normal, well-adjusted person wouldn't read, let alone respond to, a personal ad. Yet I had. I wasn't sure what this said about my current frame of mind, but by the time I'd reached this conclusion I was turning into the pub car park. I hadn't told Jessie, but he had already sent me his photo. All those personal ads are based on text messaging so we'd swapped numbers and he'd messaged me a pic. I brought it up as I waited. Lookin fwd 2 mtg u l8r! Btw this is me. Gary Underneath the text speak hung a photo of a fucking hot young guy. Dirty blond hair cut short, but a bit scruffy, dark eyes, body angled mid-way between side on and front on. And what a body! Dressed in a white polo shirt with blue stripes, the curve of his fine chest and those of his arms were clearly defined. His hands were pushed into the pockets of his navy blue Adidas trackies. The expression on his sculpted face was somewhere between an amused scowl and an attempt at seriousness. I couldn't figure the possible reason for him wanting a 'GBF'. I mean, what kind of guy ? what kind of straight guy ? advertises for a gay friend? And what kind of gay guy responds? Although I'd told Jessie that I was doing it for a laugh, I really wasn't sure why I was sat in a pub car park on a Saturday afternoon about to meet some stranger for something that wasn't even a date. I clenched and unclenched my fists, hoping to work the trembles out, and decided that it was now or never. Do or die. I opened the door, slammed it shut and clicked the lock and alarm. I walked toward the back door of the bar, but paused when my hand hit the doorplate. Not too late, a voice in my head said. ?You going in mate or wot?? Startled, I turned to see some old guy stood behind me. ?Yeah, right. Yeah.? With that I really had no choice, pushed open the door and went in. As the old guy shoved past me, I was pretty sure he mumbled ?Fucking poof?. Great. Brilliant. I went over to the bar ? luckily the old charmer had disappeared through an open doorway isveçbahis giriş into what sounded like where the pool table was ? and on the way tried to subtly scan the room. No Gary. This was good. Unless he'd set me up like the prize twat I was. ?Yes, luv, what can I get you?? The barmaid had one hand on a pump and one on her ample hip. She looked dirty. Not as in unwashed, just like she'd take it any which way. ?Uh, pint of ...? Pint? Of lager? Great. ?Lager top. Carling. Cheers.? No idea where that'd come from, but she seemed happy and so far nobody had bashed my head in with a pool cue. I handed over a note, got my change and sipped. My phone chirped from my pocket. I retrieved it. Text message. From Gary. Bit l8, b there in 5. Get me a Stella?! Needless to say, that Stella was the first of many that was drunk that day. As soon as he sat down, Gary and I hit it off. He wasn't as I expected. Well, not really. He said that he wanted a gay mate because he'd never had one ? never known any gays at all. I wasn't really sure how to take it, but that seemed to be okay. We left the pub and went to his. Although I'd had a couple in me, I was the one with a car so it seemed pretty obvious. He said that he wanted a couple other of his mates to meet me to see if they'd mind me hanging out with them more often. Fine. Whatever. If they were half as hot as Gary was then that was fine with me. Getting back to his flat was fine, although I was a bit wary of where I'd parked. He said it was fine, that nobody'd touch it as I was with him. It wasn't the nicest group of houses and flats, but I have to say that I'd been in worse. As soon as he unlocked the front door I could smell ? well, I guess that the only way to sum it up was 'man'. Sweat, old clothes, deodorant, a bit of damp. A strange combination, but despite the initial nostril pinch, it wasn't too bad. About thirty seconds after we got in the door, and just as I popped the tab on fridge-cold can of Carling that he offered me, there was a knock. ?Gaz? It's me and Ricky.? Gary chuckled. ?You'll like Mikey and Rick. If they take the piss, just take the piss back, right?? I shrugged. ?Right.? He went out into the hall and I heard the door open. I thought I heard a deep voice say something like ?Is he here?? before it was shushed. Yep. He's here, and not deaf. I put my hand on my knee to stop my leg jiggling up and down. ?Y'alright?? I didn't stand up, but smiled and nodded. The first isveçbahis yeni giriş lad that came in ? Mikey ? couldn't have been more than twenty, slim, grey cotton trackies, grey Lacoste hoodie and a white polo shirt. Definitely cute. Nice smile. Dark eyes, like Gary, but black hair. When he turned to sit in a chair after a brief ?Alright?? I noticed that he had a pretty good ass too. The other one, though, was a different kettle of fish. Fucking huge. Not that Ricky was fat. By no means. He was just ?. big. Big head, shaved hair which made his ears stick out, round blue eyes, solid arms, thick legs. I guess he was the bruiser of Gary's gang ? too stupid to do anything bar hit things. He threw himself into another chair and I caught what looked like a truncheon snaking down the inside of his trouser leg. Holy hell. We were all on our third or fourth can when Mikey decided to pipe up. ?So which one of us do you fancy?? ?Mikey. Shut the fuck up.? ?Nah, I'm not being rude or nothing. Just wondered, you know.? I looked at him and he winked. Ricky had a bit of a pink blush going on, and Gary was sat on the sofa next to me with some kind of grin on his face. Uh-huh. ?Do you all want your cocks sucked or something? Because I'm pretty sure that you could've just got some little slut drunk.? Gary's grin got a little wider. Ricky's blush got a bit deeper and he just stared at his shoes. Mikey just laughed and grabbed his crotch. ?Sure we can get some bitch to do it, but we figured that there's some things a guy can do, you know? Besides. I've had all the sluts around here.? I really wasn't sure what was going on, even after Mikey's statement. I decided to push this cocky little scally a little further. ?Fine. Stand up and get it out. I'll give you the best fucking blowjob you're ever going to get.? He didn't move. ?Come on then. I'm ready. If you want your cock in some other guy's mouth then come give it to me.? ?Gary?? He shrugged. ?Your fucking idea, you tosser. Follow it through or fuck off.? ?Fine.? Mikey stood up and pulled his trackies down to his ankles, followed by his Next boxers. Not a bad cock on him. Nice set of balls. ?Take your shirt off. I don't want your hem in my face.? Instead of taking it off he flipped it over his head, leaving it around his neck and shoulders. I moved forward off the sofa and knelt in front of Mikey. ?You like the look of it, you little fag? You want my cock?? I paused, my lips maybe half an inch from his swollen glans and the pearly bead of precum that glistened on the tip. ?First of all, it's a good idea to not piss off the person who's teeth are going to be wrapped around your dick so fuck off with the 'little fag' comments.