Thursday, 31 January 2013

Uh Oh.....

There was a famous incident in journalism whereby the private love affair of a princess was revealed through a simple action.  She leant across and very gently picked a piece of lint off her lovers coat, thus betraying their previously unknown intimacy..

At dinner tonight, the Friend by chance was present, and did exactly that to me (not that I'm suggesting either of us is a princess).  I was only aware of this when I noticed that my wife had turned to stone and was glaring at us across the table.  Happily we were in a very grand residence and protocol dictated no scene could be made.

But, by fuck did I cop it in the car on the way home...

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Something in the air?

January 2013.  I don’t know what’s happened, but the Engineer, the Gallerist and the Friend have each been in contact on the same day “looking to catch up”.  Diaries are clashing it seems, but the Engineer has access to an apartment in the city and we make a date to meet.  Knowing his fondness for facials, I hold off wanking for a few days, but at the last minute he cancels, so my abstinence is for naught it seems.

Things that make you go hmmmm (part 3 - finally!)

January 2013.  After far too many drinks on NYE, The Friend and I are alone – all have either left the party or gone to bed.  Our conversation turns back to the one we had in Sin City.  I make a few comments suggesting I may have interests “elsewhere” also, when he suddenly blurts out “I wanted to be the one in bed with you drinking champagne”.  I ask him straight up (haha) if he’s gay.  The poor bastard tells me he can’t say “that”, but nods his head.  I ask if that’s why he broke off his engagement and he nods again.

I ask why he didn’t just proceed with the marriage and fool around like the rest of us do, and suddenly he stands up.  I think I’ve crossed a line and he’s going to leave, when he reaches over and kisses me long, hard and lingeringly.  Of course I respond, and we stand for a few minutes exploring with our tongues and lips before stepping back.  This is awkward – he doesn’t want anyone in our circle to know (and neither do I), and we now co-exist in a wary state of silence on the subject.  Hilariously, my horoscope tells me “I will meet the love of my life tonight”….

Things that make you go hmmmm (part 2)

Dec 2012  After dinner, it’s time to head out for the clubs and bars.  As a former resident of Sin City, I am nominated guide and begin a tour of the less salubrious destinations.  Now, if you’re unfamiliar with these bars, they are principally occupied by drunk/obnoxious men looking for girls.  Typically, the demographic of these men is best described as ‘older’ or ‘fat and tattooed’, and the girls tend to be commercially minded.  Our little group falls into the former category.

Part of the spiel of the girls is to flatter you.  Reader, one is never so tall, so handsome or so damned attractive as when these girls are cooing in your ear.  So I’m standing there, with a girl doing just this: “I think you are one of the most handsome men I’ve seen tonight”, “I’d really like to get to know you better”, “I can’t believe your physique”At this point I was laughing out loud, as my physique in particular is nothing to write home about.  However, at this point, the Friend leans over and says in my ear “I agree with everything she just said”, while lightly resting his hand on my arse (for balance of course).  I smile and begin talking to someone else about heading to a gay club so we can dance like we don’t care, but no one is keen.  Then the Friend says “I think we should”, but is told to shut-up by another of our crew.  Some time after this I get to politely decline a very persistent Egyptian man who is clearly not there for girls and adamant I should “come see his cabin”, all the while rubbing his enormous bulge against my thigh.

Later (much later), I lose my friends in another club and decide to head off alone.  As I step out into the night, a tall and shockingly handsome Indian guy walks past and smiles at me.  I smile back.  He immediately breaks stride and doubles back, staking out a spot maybe 10metres down the road.  The chase is on.  I walk down, pause, light a cigarette, and keep walking.  He follows.

My hotel was only 5 minutes away so we head in that direction, taking advantage of the darker laneways to familiarize ourselves with one anothers bodies.  We get to the hotel and head for the room.  Up against the wall, we grind and kiss, undressing one another.  He’s tall, well built and quite literally covered in hair, with a normal sized cut dick.  But he only wants to play, not fuck, not suck, just cuddle and kiss.  I hate that shit, so I boot him out and am deciding whether to hit the ‘buddy finder’ or just have a wank when the door knocks.  It’s like 2am, and there’s The Friend, swaying outside my door.  He probably passed the Indian guy in the corridor.  Close call.

In he comes, and after more drinks he starts to tell me he had recently broken off his engagement, what a nice guy I was, and that he’d recently broken off his engagement and I was a nice guy and he’d recently broken off his engagement (you getting the drift here?).  After his earlier comments about my looks and his later interest in the gay bar, I begin to suspect he might have a little secret.  So, I ask him a few leading questions but he goes all shy.  Remember at this point he views me as both a married man and a relatively new acquaintance, so there is perhaps an understandable reluctance on his part.  He finally stammers “his interests lie elsewhere”, but he’s clearly uncomfortable talking about it, so I bid him good night and send him back to his own room.

Things that make you go hmmmm (part 1)

Dec 2012              On a last minute impulse, I head for Sin City with a few (very straight) mates.  One brings along a ‘family friend since way back’.  He’s a nice guy – I’ve met him at parties previously, but never had much to do with him.  He’s good looking in a local way, nicely built and funny.  Let’s call him “The Friend”.
After landing, we head to the hotel, where we proceed to drink, laugh and talk until sun-up, when we head for our respective rooms.  Shortly thereafter there is a banging on my door and it’s one of my mates, holding a bottle of champagne.  I let him in, but inform him I am both drunk and tired and going back to bed.  “No problem” he says as he gets some glasses from the cabinet, and follows me into the bedroom.  I am a bit surprised by this, but he cheerfully opens the fizz, kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed with me.  We actually had a lovely morning drinking champagne, watching local MTV and talking.  Our wives were amused to learn of this (via many a ribald SMS), but not so much the Friend, which I didn’t quite understand until later.

Monday, 14 January 2013

That’s all folks…. (for now)

We come now to real time, and thus future updates (assuming I get some action), will occur as things happen, but if you look back at the story intervals, that could be a while...
It has been tremendous fun (and very cathartic), to get all this off my chest, and incredible how many views my little blog has had (and how far flung they have been), so thanks to you all, dear readers...