Special Bond

You know, I don't ogle straight boys per se. There is such a thing as the straight boy, gay boy code of ethics. It goes something like this, they promise not to punch us and call us faggots and we promise not to hit on them, or turn their girlfriends against them. Or get together and punch them up - let's face it, more of us, per head, go to the gym - for calling us faggots. They admit that they like us and acknowledge that they understand that it isn't that we are trying to make it compulsory. Just optional, no recriminations

But, it is true, many a straight boy has been helped out by a gay brother quite happily... well, all down line of history, really, let's face. Drugged straight boys can always be relied on for their pants falling off. Ecstasy poofs wasn't coined for no reason. Drunk blokes, are nearly as good. Isolated blokes. Blokes in prison. You get the picture. It's secret men's business. Never to be spoken of in mixed company. Eros forbids it.

Okay, so gay boys can’t always be trusted to keep up our end of the Special Bond, gay boy/straight boy code. The key word is always, because nearly always we do. But sometimes, when your straight bro is pissed and grumpy, or pissed and weepy, sometimes it can help... him.

"My girlfriend doesn't understand me," says Rob.

"Oh really, come sit with me,” says Will. “I’ll try to make you feel better."

“What?” says Rob. He looks cross-eyed. He shifts over to the chair next to Wills.

“How are you going to make it better?” slurs Rob. Smiling. Drunk.

“How much have you had to drink?” asks Will.

“Yeah, a shit load,” says Rob. “I’m really pissed.”

“You know I’m gay, don’t you?” says Will.

“Yeah, gay boy Will, I know,” says Rob. He tousles Will’s hair. “You guys are always so good looking.”

“It is a part of the gay gene,” says Will.

“I reckon that is right,” says Rob.

“Well,” says Will. “There is one sure fire way I know how I can make you feel better.”

“Oh… ah…you know I’m straight?” says Rob.

“One blowie isn’t gonna make you gay,” says Will.

“You guys sure are straight to the point,” says Rob.

“No pun intended,” says Will.

“You guys are funny too,” slurs Rob.

Then the gay guy gets to work on him. He pretends not to understand what is going on as his pants come undone. 

It turns to steel. 

It leaks precum magnificently. 

It is not long before he pushes the back of my head down hard onto his monster that just about cuts off the gay boy's air supply and he shakes violently and then squirts his sour jizz over and over and over into my throat. He shakes and makes gagging sounds like he too can’t get air, until he goes all floppy like a rag doll.

The gay boy has to swallow it.

Straight boys are usually grateful... and happy. They seem to be the most frustrated market segment. It calms them down. It's a service.

They always blow like rockets.

They usually become all gentle and submissive. Oh, I don't mean up the clacker... but sensitive to every touch. Men like being stroked and admired.

He laughs and whispers in a really croaky voice. “I so needed that.” He has an impish grin on his face. His jeans were still unbuttoned. His big jizz string cock is shrinking quickly.

The drunk one may bring his finger to his mouth and say, “Shhhhh, don’t tell anyone." He may laugh.

The drug fucked one might just want to take the gay boy in his arms and pass out.

Mostly, they will always have some kind of special bond moving forward, and there may even be a re-visit at some point in the future. Often, actually, but not promised. You know, once you go gay, it is easy that way.

Even out in public, let’s say at the pub, the straight boy will have a bond with the gay boy, kind of unstated brotherly love where they’ll have something unexplained going on. They will be mildly affectionate towards each other. Mates who have shared something. And the straight boy, gay boy code of ethics will continue on, just changed in ways neither probably expected.

And they will probably go on to hook up again, more than likely, on one of those lonely long nights, and there will be a good chance it will be reciprocal the next time, with the new skills both have learned.

“Mack, and Andy, and Jack are turning up soon, so be cool,” says Rob.

“Be cool?” says Will. “When haven’t I been cool, you big dope. I’ve kept your secrets.”

“Yeah, yeah,” says Rob. “You know all the boys.”

“Yeah, sure I know all the boys, they’ve all met me before.”

The guys arrived. They hugged Rob. They say hello to Will. They all ask how Will is. They bought rounds for each other, each buying a round for everyone there. They talked work and girls and footy and cars, as they drank their schooners.

Around midnight they were all leaving, all a bit pissed. None of them were driving.

“Hang around, you know, afterwards,” said Rob. As Will followed him out the front door of the pub. 

They guys all hugged good night. Mack and Andy walked. Jack hailed a cab immediately and drove away.

“I thought you were meeting up with Sienna?” says Will.

“Yeah, I was, but she’s a lot of hard work and perhaps I just feel like it,” Rob smiled at Will. “Being done to me.” Rob had a habit of pointing with his chin. “Tonight.”

“What? You want it up the arse?” says Will.

“Ha ha,” Rob grabs Will in a headlock. “You are funny.”

“Hey,” Will calls out.

“But, I’d put it up your arse,” Rob whispers in Will’s ear.’

“You know I don’t take it.’

“But you’d do it for me, wouldn’t you?” asks Rob. “I’m sure you’d like it.”

“What are you like,” says Will. “You staying over.”

“Yeah, sure, if you’ll have me?” says Rob.

“Come on,” says Will.