"I fuckin' hate rainbows." That made Jason laugh. "I hate gay clubs too. The music sucks and there's too many gay people everywhere, expecting shit. Goin' to the washroom's like dangling like a piece o' meat in a slaughterhouse." Jason listened to his friend rant. "I used to go to gay bars all the time, I used to rule supreme. I took a boy home with me after doing one in the washroom. I used to go to the bath house on dead nights to do as many as I could. I just got bored with how easy it all is. It's too easy. It's sick. In the straight world you guys at least have to flirt and stuff, in the gay world you just have to be bent over at the right place at the right time. No one cares. Everyone's got the potential to be fucked. Scrawny guys, are effeminate, fat boys are bears. We're categorically fuckable."
Jason had waited for him to take a breath and he asked his friend, "Well then what are you?"
"Straight-acting," Brody said, "can't you tell."
Jason laughed and sprayed some of the pepsi was drinking across the table at his friend. Brody pretended to wipe a lot of it off his cheek. They laughed.
Jason's girlfriend was gone for the weekend. The reason Jason and Brody started hanging out was because Brody was friends with some girl named Shawna and Shawna ended up dating Jason and now they all sort of chum around the living room smoking pot and doing any sort of pill that happens to cross their mind. Brody's connected to a few people who can get them whatever their hearts desire.
"Hey man, you think you can get us some blow."
"Shit, probably, not very good stuff ... unless," suddenly he remembered a few weeks before meeting some guy named Christian who had some really crazy blow. "Let me make some phone calls. What are you thinking?"
They decided on an amount, it was going to be expensive, and they decided they could maybe get some pills too, while they were at it. Next thing you know Brody and Jason were on their way to having a nice night of too much drugs. There was a bar that opened in the morning they'd go to, but tonight they'd just stay in.
Brody started making some calls.
He was standing by the window when he was going through the directory on his cell, pushing buttons with his thumb, a look of concentration on his furrowed face. He was wearing a great pair of jeans that gave the curve of his ass the nice blue hue of a young guy. I mean, they're only in their mid-twenties, but something about the way Brody dressed made him seem like a kid just out of high school. Maybe it was his effeminacy, it could be possible. But he had a great complexion and he wore a teeshirt that was like a retro football jersey. He seemed as cute as one of those blue and white and red rubber balls, Jason suddenly imagined holding him. Jason was straight, oh don't get me wrong. Before he met Shawna he'd been one of those punks that hang out at the Macs in Orleans, the suburb, waiting for the sun to come up, for the sun to go down. After school he just sort of sat there on the curb of life waiting for something. In his case the something was Shawna. They really liked each other but sometimes it seemed like a relationship of convenience. You know what I mean? He was a hot guy, totally hot. I shouldn't have suggested that he just sat around all the time. He had a bowflex, it was like his prize possession, he was a candidate for the commercials too. He would have just been some lanky limbed lad if it hadn't been for dedication to his physique. Now he was a tall burly guy. His chest and abs were particularly chiselled.
Jason was on the couch flipping through channels. He was wearing some loose boarder shorts and a pair of flip flops with a wife-beater stretched around his torso, and he tugged on his brown baseball cap as he usually did when he saw something that interested him. It's interested to note that he was looking at a commercial for an Mtv show about Spring Break -- it was the guys parading that had made him want to tug on his peak of his cap.
"How's the hunting going?"
Suddenly Brody broke into conversation with someone. "Ya, ya, you know what I want. Bitch. How's it going? Ya. Ya. Oh you know, hanging out with a buddy, you know Jason. Ya. Ya. Are you going to be around? Cool. We'll stop by."
He hung up the phone. "Grab your shades bitch."
"Cool, I gotta stop by a bank machine."
Next thing you know their wallets are loaded and their driving down the Queensway to downtown. There's this sick beat playing, DJ Kast. "It's fuckin' amazing yo." The windows are down and the wind is tugging at them. Brody's smokin' a joint in the passenger seat and Jason's got a cigarette as he steers through the afternoon traffic, they switch their smoke sticks.
They pull off the highway and enter downtown with a few swift turns of the wheel. The car's hot, it's yellow, and as they come in off the off-ramp Jason decides to put the roof down so they can cruise while driving the pedestrian crammed streets of downtown on this hot late-spring Saturday afternoon. They Brody re-lights the joint as Jason turns up the track, then he decides he doesn't want to just arrive downtown mid-track so he starts it over again.
There's never been any sexual tension between these guys. Brody likes hanging out with Jason because he doesn't have to be gay. There's no history with Jason, he can just be who he wants to be, he doesn't have to explain how he knows so many people, he doesn't have to explain anything. Brody really hasn't had all that many male friends, it's always been women and with women there's a certain degree of caddiness, a certain level of "tell-all" that gets to be a bit desperate. Women will tell each other anything to acheive a certain sensationalism. It drives men nuts and, really, it's always driven Brody nuts too but let's face it, straight men don't really like hanging out with gay men, so it was hard for Brody to make friends.
Jason likes hanging out with Brody because he feels like he's hanging out with someone pretty cool. Jason's one of those people who seems to have been born into the bowl of a bong and has spent his whole life doing drugs of various kinds, hanging out in day-lounges in the shadows, you know what I mean, the beat so hard and dirty against his young skin. Jason also likes hanging out with Brody because, he doesn't really admit it to anyone but he's actually kind of attracted to his friend.
There's this one moment, it's about to happen when they get up to the intersection of Somerset and Elgin, it's going to change a few things. As the car pulls up to the red light there's this guy about to cross the street. He's hot. He's this young, tanned, surfer style guy. He's wearing only a pair of shorts, like army fatigues, they're really baggy, probably heavy, and they hang really low on his hips. He's got blond streaks in his hair, dark shades on, he plops down his skateboard and glides slowly in front of them in the yellow car. He's fucking gorgeous. Brody nearly shits himself.
"Want to pick him up?"
"What do you mean?"
Jason looked at the rear end of this guy as he made it up onto the shady curb at the Pharmacy there. The kid looked back. I say kid because really he might have been about 22 or so. Not really all that old. He was ripped though. His face had this sculpted look to it. He didn't smile, because of the shades it was hard to tell if the kid was even looking at the car. It was the yellow coup with the top down, you know what I mean, odds are the kid was definitely checkin' us out.
"I could never just pick a kid up off the curb like that, I mean, it's too risky."
"Risky? The kid looks pretty fuckin' cool, if you like him you should grab at him, you're about to get a bunch of blow and pills man, surely we can party with the kid if we part with some." Suddenly Jason grabbed at the wheel and they turned left onto Somerset and parked right across the street from the kid. The beat was turned down a bit and the flagged the kid over. He wasn't really sure if he should come or not but Jason was like, "Want some?" He held out the butt of the joint they'd just been smoking.
The kid looked both ways.
"Seriously, this if mad."
That was one of the gayest things to come out of Brody's mouth today.
The kid came across the road and lowered his shades to check out the car. "What you boys doin', nice car!"
"We're about to pick up some shit and have ourselves a bit of a party, my friend here thought you might like to join us."
"Yo man, I ain't no fuckin' fag or anything."
"No no, but you're hot and you look like you'd like something to do."
Jason looked at Brody for some help.
"You like blow, what kind of chems do you do?"
"Shit," the kid squealed. "Where's the party though, I mean, I --"
"Well, I mean, if you have responsibilities or something." Truth be told, the kid was supposed to be going to work, he was about to not even call in sick.
He put his skateboard in the back seat of the car. "Names Dan."
"Cool, man," Jason said as he got back in the car, Brody turned around to get a good look at him, what was even more amazing was when the kid lifted up his shades to shake their hands and the beauty of his gray eyes was revealed.
Brody introduced the two of them and started to talk when they started to dart around corners and they were headed to a place where there's usually a party. Down on King Edward they found their shit. The house was actually vibrating with bass. There were two DJs at this mid-afternoon party. There was one inside and one outside. The backyard was filled with hot chicks playing with balls, higher than they could imagine themselves, people were lazily lounging in the sun drinking beer. It was a pretty chill scene though, nothing sketchy at all. "What's that sniffin'," a favorite track at the time, caused a stir and suddenly the dealer they'd been looking for came out of the house in a rather composed manner. He was sweating and red-faced though. He was pretty high.
Brody went in for the stuff. Jason stayed in the car with Dan. "So, you ever been to a party like that before?"
"Sure I have." The kid tried to see stuff through the fence that blocked out most of the backyard.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty man, you?"
"Twenty-seven."
"Are you guys gay or something?" He was still stretching his neck to catch glimpse of something, maybe a tit or something, he wasn't going to get it, those parties aren't orgies, they're just drug infested. The beat was sick and both of them started bobbing their heads.
"Nah, we ain't a couple. He's gay, I've got a girlfriend, we're just hanging out and we were just thinking about doing this and I was thikning about how kind of boring it would be when you stepped in front of the car."
"Cool, I love impromptuous stuff like this."
"Spontaneous."
"Definitely." When Brody got back in the car he was guarding his pockets. "Where do you want to go?"
"Where do you live man?"
"Ahh, me?" I live with my mom man?"
"That sucks, we could go hang out by the river for a while."
"Sure."
They headed out toward the Rapids along the parkway. It was relatively close to where they'd started so it was cool. On the way Brody revealed the treasure, the bounty, the booty: Six Pink Boys, four On Stars, three grams of blow, a bit of Tina, and some weed.
"Let's have a party." When they parked the car they grabbed some shit and headed down the path to a secluded place. They lay on the grass and Jason started rollin a joint while Brody handed Dan a speed and told him to swallow it. Speeds are big pills so the guy was just wondering what it was.
After about a half an hour of "getting to know each other" all of a sudden there was this moment that lasted a while. Brody was staring at Dan and Dan was staring at Jason.
"Fuck," Jason said, "why don't you two just kiss each other and get it over with fuck."
Dan looked at Brody and smiled. Dan was beautiful and his smile was white and sun-kissed. Brody moved closer and started to rub Dan's arm, it felt so warm. It was amazing. The next thing he knew he was leaning in and up and the two finally kissed. Then sniffled.
They did another line and before Jason was done hauling the blow up his nostril the Brody and Dan was fuckin' goin' at it. They had their tongues down each other's throats.
Jason watched this with a certain degree of aloofness. He was like some babysitter who's watching the kids do something bad but making sure the parents don't come home early. Then he couldn't resist anymore so he started to touch the calf of the kid they'd picked up earlier. The sun was starting to go down and a cool breeze blew in off the rapids at that moment. It made them all tingle. No one noticed though, no one except Jason, that there'd be that extra hand in the guffaw of the romp.
When it got a bit dark Jason made the decision to take the party back to his place and Shawna's place. Thank god the girl wasn't home. She wasn't coming home for about a week.
After a short drive they collected their shit on the living room table like a stash for the set of Fear and Loathing. Dan was really high, he was dancing around in the living room. His skateboard was leaning against the doorframe.
There was a whole bunch of talking going on. They were all talking a million miles an hour, all of them at the same time, they might have said they weren't listening to each other, but they were, they were all just talking to keep up with each other. Madness, it sounded like madness, but it was actually really happy and every so often they would burst out into a crazy fit of laughter at the end of which would leave them holding their stomachs with tears streaming down their faces. All of a sudden Jason sort of drifted off.
"What's up man," Dan said, "you getting distracted?"
"Ya, by my clothes. I just want to take them off."
"Oh ya? Do it then, we'll all take our clothes off."
"No, Jason's not gay, he wouldn't dream of it."
(They'd never seen each other naked before.)
All of a sudden Jason stood up and started to take off his shirt. Then he fuckin' untied the strings at his waist and in a second his shorts hit the floor and a long sagging cock hung there framed in dark hair. The other two guys stood there staring at it but then they decided to follow suit. Brody was already hard, he couldn't believe he was getting to see his friend naked, he'd always wanted to and the guy was hung and hot and so horny when he gets high. Usually, Shawna had told him, they'd fuck for hours after a night of partying.
"What are you going to do with Shawna out of town when you get a bit on edge, what are you going to do, hire a hooker."
"Why, when I got two bitches right here."
"Hey man," Dan protested, "I ain't no fag I said."
"Ya, but you're twenty."
"No I ain't I'm 17 muthafucka --"
"Whatever," Brody said, "you're a man now."
"That's what it is then," Jason said.
"What is it?"
"What's what," Jason bubbled on the floor as he stared at the ceiling.
"That's what's so cute about him, he's a fuckin' horny minor."
"Oh ya?"
"Ya."
All of a sudden Dan kind of felt cornered, it was just the drugs right? Like the guys weren't really looking at him like that with that look in their eyes to suggest that it would be really cool if he just shut up and started sucking on some cock.
All of a sudden Jason leapt off the couch and landed like a naked animal on top of Dan, Brody burst out laughing but Dan was freaked right out by it. Jason straddled the kid's face and aimed his long cock right into the mouth of the boy.
"You know what I want you to do?"
"What's that?"
"I want you to drink my piss bitch."
On that note Jason started unleashing a torrent of stinky piss all over the boy's face, it was fuckin' nasty and unexpected. It wasn't like anything they'd done before. Brody'd never seen this side of his friend, the kid kind of fought for a second but then resolved that the best way to deal with being pissed on is to take it in the mouth and not get it everywhere. Soon he was swallowing the drug enriched piss right in the living room. Brody stood up then and told Jason to take the kid over to the Bow Flex.
"Fuckin right."
The two guys wrestled with the kid right there on the carpet. All their clothes were coming off.
By far Jason's was the biggest cock, long like an arm, thick and cut, but Brody's was thick like a king can of beer, and it was harder than it's ever been before. Dan was wriggling and trying to get out of the grip of these two savage men.
Suddenly things went a little weird. They had the kid pressed pressed belly-down on the bench part of the bow flex. Brody laughed and started pissing without even aiming it and when he did grab onto his own cock he aimed it at the kid's ass while the Jason actually started fingering the kid roughly. It was so hot watching the kid react to the poking and prodding of the very high Jason. The savagery of all this was extremely satisfying for the imagination of the slightly repressed Jason. Truth be told, he's had plenty of gay sex. But this was debauchery at its most delicious.
The kid was moaning and when he tried to get up Jason, with his brute strength, actually flipped the kid onto his back and Brody naturally straddled the kid with his legs, pinning his shoulders down. Slapping the kid with his beer-can cock added insult to injury and it really pissed Dan off, but not for too long as he was suddenly engulfed in pain as Jason started shoving his massive arm's length of a cock up the boy's virgin ass.
The kid yelled. "Scream all you want kid, the music drowns it out."
"Piss off, not like this man, not like this."
Jason started to push the length into the tight cavity. Pushing and pushing more and more, the kid was turning colors and making gurgling noises as he tried to swallow the pain like a man would. He gripped at Brody's butt cheeks with his hands but he couldn't see anything but Brody's cock right in his face. "Suck on it man, just suck on my cock." He fed the kid his cock.
All of a sudden there was a clanging noise as Jason started pulling on the weights and flexing his muscles while he was fucking the shit out of the boy. And yo, it smelled like shit too, the kid's ass was raw from the pounding and Jason just kept it up.
Jason turned around suddenly, a change in the position changed everything. Brody held onto Dan's legs while Jason continued to force feed the cock into his young ass, pounding it in, Brody watched his straight friend fucking that ass with such authority. It was so hot. He'd imagined himself getting a pounding like that so many times it was just as hot to see some hot kid take it up the rear too.
"Fuck him real good man, that's fuckin' hot."
"Faggots!" Dan screamed unexpectedly.
"Shut up mothafucka -- you like it and you know it." Meanwhile the poor boy was bleeding from his virgin ass as it was torn, bleeding onto Jason's cock as he pounded it in and thrust it out to push it in again harder. The kid was almost crying when suddenly Brody couldn't take it anymore and he started to swallow the boy's cock in his mouth while jerking himself, he was pointing his beer-can cock at the boy's face, one leg up on the bench, the boy's cock in his mouth right there at the action where Jason pummelled the boy's ass without mercy.
They fucked liked this for about forty minutes. The music kept time. All of a sudden the rhythm hit a fever-pitch and the next thing you know Jason pulled out and shot an electrifying load of jism all over the boy's belly and some got onto Brody's face. Brody leaned up and started licking at the cum and then shot his load all over the boy's face, down onto his neck. The boy was next, he shot his load too, right onto his belly. Two seconds later it was like the music was too loud so there was a commotion to turn it down.
Dan was sprawled out on the bench, he was afraid to move.
"You want another pill?" Brody asked him.
There was no apologies or anything.
"What do you think? You got anything to drink?"
"Ya, help yourself to some water."
Jason said, "Let's go to that party, it's still so early."
"Sure, we can drop the kid off downtown."
The car ride was quieter than the first, but there was spliff burning. Right about that time when they were pulling up to the lights at Somerset and Elgin the kid all of a sudden handed them a slip of paper with a phone number on it, he said, "If you guys are ever partying again let me know."
So he liked it.
Brody looked at his friend as the kid got out, "Hey Jason."
"Don't even say anything."
"Do you really want to go that party?"
"Yes, I do, and you better not tell anyone what happened."
"Of course not." But he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this a secret. The girls were going to go ape-shit when they learn what Shawna's Jason did this afternoon.