Eau de bloke

straight Man DeodorantThere’s just one scent I want this Christmas and it’s eau de straight guy. A couple of Rich’s workmates stayed over on Friday night after their office Christmas party and the combination smell of liberally applied hetero aftershave, deodorant and hair gel that lingered the next day was quite a turn on!

It took me right back to my school days and the overpowering scent of cheap deodorant, sweat and hormones that filled the changing room after a sports lesson. That smell was like the whiff of scented roses to a sexually charged, pubescent teenager years before his first gay sex experience.

Getting changed at the swimming pool or gym is pretty good for a fix of Straight Man perfume too.

I’ve lately developed a real thing for straight men; specifically your stereotypical bloke: sport loving, pub-dwelling, Top Gear watching, gadget buying, plain dressing, bad joke telling, un-hip, straightforward, unreconstructed and kind of dull… Yep, they do it for me.

I don’t know how this particular fetish came about, but I have often fantasized about gay sex with a guy like this. He’d have to be older – in his 30′s – plain in every sense and none of this devotion to working out and body obsession. No, he’d still be in reasonably good shape from playing football with his mates occasionally at weekends and you’d be able to tell he was quite athletic in his younger days, but you’d want him to be authentic straight, so signs of a few too many beers and pies appearing around his waist – love handles, man!

This guy would be above-average looking, a bit crumpled around the edges, but his former, youthful handsomeness still intact behind his stubble, dark rings and pastiness.

My straight gay sex fantasy man might be stuck in a boring marriage, frustrated and getting his kicks from ladyboy internet porn now that his sex life has dried up. He’s also turned to boyish pursuits – computer games etc. – in order to escape his current rut.

His only gay sex experience thus far is confined to mutual hand jobs behind the bike shed and he’s never done anything particularly adventurous in the bedroom – his wife strictly missionary – but he’s always been curious about what it would be like to get fucked.

This is where I come in and show my straight bloke just what he’s been missing, saving him from a lifetime of sexual repression. I would take him on an amazing gay sex adventure, expanding his whole horizon while I, in return, get that sweet scent on my pillow – a pungent mix of naff cologne, shaving foam, sweat and something else… ah, yes: adultery.

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Love gay … ? … sex

Anonymous Gay SexYou might have been in a relationship and found yourself wondering about your partner’s sexual tendencies; exactly how honest they’ve been with you up ’til now about what they like to do in bed, and if there are unspoken and unconventional urges beneath the surface of your gay sex life together.

I was once in a long-term relationship with a guy whom I suspected had all manner of deep/dark sexual desires, but he never opened up about it or explored them with me – classic madonna-whore complex. I was his ‘vanilla’ boyfriend – loving, yes, but not the stuff of his eye-popping fantasies!

He did talk about his early sexual adventures as a teenager, years before we dated. His weekends back then were a time for cruising shopping centres, catching the eye of ‘straight’ – often married – older men and playing an exciting game of cat and mouse with the promise of oral sex in a public toilet cubicle.

I always felt he was suppressing a part of his sexual identity when we were together and because of this was never completely happy in himself. I did make a stab at trying to cast myself in his erotic thoughts, even suggesting we fuck in a public toilet, but he never responded to my attempts.

This raises another point about how far down a sexual road you should go if it’s not your own particular bag, although you can often discover new sexual pleasures by following the lead of someone you trust.

Another guy I dated had a thing about gay sex when there’s a danger of being caught. He surprised me one night I went over to his: literally moments after ringing the doorbell he was pulling me outside to his back garden where he had set up an inflatable mattress, ready to seduce and fuck me outdoors in the moonlight and in full view of the surrounding buildings – I’m sure we gave a few neighbours some pretty graphic mental images that night!

I came across some extreme gay sex images on Rich’s computer recently and, obviously, it’s set me wondering if there’s more depth there to be explored. Of course, finding some graphic images of a very specific gay sex act doesn’t mean anything and I’ve got myself off looking at straight porn before – doesn’t mean I want to fuck a woman.

I’m sure it’s common across both gay and straight relationships, that people don’t always fit easily into their partners sexual fantasies, but then maybe that’s the challenge, to find a way. So, grease me up – I’m ready for that big fist!

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Old skool gay

Leather queenI went a bit old skool gay last weekend: watched a bit of saucy gay theatre in a shabby, old flea-pit and then went for a timewarp and a few drinks in one of the creaking, back-street old gay pubs that are firmly stuck in some distant era (including the staff).

The play was a one-man show about different aspects of gay life – all played out stark-bollock naked. I have to admit to being persuaded by a sexy poster and assumed it would be a packed house. How wrong I was…

The theatre is above a pub and we arrived about ten minutes before the performance start time to find a deserted bar and a locked theatre door. Maybe the entire audience was stuck in traffic? We got our drinks, positioned ourselves with a good view of the entrance, and waited. We heard three other guys (all on their own and all older) come in and quietly ask at the bar about the gay play upstairs – the dirty mac brigade had arrived.

In the end there were eight of us (including the actor) in a theatre designed for about sixty. It was already dark when we walked in and the few shadowy figures dotted the edges. We didn’t want to sit right at the front – the actor could be really hung! – nor at the back and look too cruisy.

The actor wasn’t that hung and the experience wasn’t voyeuristic or titillating (mind you, at one point he seemed to get pretty aroused himself). Although he had used his naked body (with a carefully placed sticker) on the poster, I now see why he hadn’t featured his face, disguising this old queen’s age in the process. I’m sure with a packed audience there would have been a proper buzz in the room, but it was so quiet that I got a disapproving glance from the actor when I sucked my gin and tonic a bit noisily through my straw.

I couldn’t identify much with the acted-out gay experiences, feeling as though most came from a different era and probably from the guy’s past. There was a lot of use of the word ‘poof’ – who says ‘poof’ these days? An even older queen in the audience who really was wearing a dirty mac was laughing approvingly though.

On to the pub. We didn’t want to go far in the pissing rain so ducked into a real old-fashioned gay establishment where you’re likely to be called ‘duck’ or ‘duckie’. I’d only been in this particular pub once before, years ago, and it hadn’t changed a bit. I think the same staff were serving and probably the same customers were ordering. It’s one of those places where any guy under the ago of about 40 is lustingly eyed-over as chicken meat – which can feel kind of nice when you’re not 18 any more.

We ordered our drinks and the barman called me ‘dear’; we sat down in a corner, most eyes still upon us. I looked around at the sad decor and the raunchy pictures and there was one thing that had changed: this place used to be packed on a Saturday night and now it wasn’t even a quarter full. I’m sure this wasn’t just because of the rain – the loyal drinkers are aging with the pub and the younger guys just walk on by.

I find myself with contradicting feelings about the threatened extinction of this particular shade of gay life, the people and places that are a hangover from the days when the scene was a much more underground, seedy and risky playground. Gay people aren’t as segregated or back-street-dwelling anymore and want trendy, fashionable night spots just like everybody else. But it would be a shame if this flavour of gay was lost forever – it’s good to have a bit of shabby, shifty, seediness every now and then; it’s where all us poofs come from.

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Keeping it in the family

Gay TwinsIt’s amazing how many sets of gay brothers I’ve encountered, although, as yet, no twins I’m afraid…

At one point having a homo sibling seemed like the latest must-have and I admit to leaving the odd gay mag or two at my brother’s house, hoping it might convert him.

I have my suspicions about Rich’s brother who is straight as far as their family is concerned, and has never dropped any hints, but my gaydar seems to be picking something up.

Anthony split up with his long-term girlfriend nearly two years ago and there’s been no hint of a new relationship since then as far as I know. He travels all over the country for his job, so is away a lot and could be getting up to all sorts – always struck me as a dark horse: very private; plays his cards very close.

He stayed over at our place last weekend. I tend to get up before Rich and was surprised on Sunday morning by Anthony wearing nothing but his tighty whities – and looking pretty good! He seemed totally unfazed about running into me while heĀ  was so exposed and was determined to strike up a conversation. I did that thing of so obviously trying not to eye him up that the walls suddenly seemed so fascinating.

It’s not the first time that Anthony has sprung his near nakedness upon me and I’ve got a pretty clear mental image of his body now, all bar his dick – it’s so hard, when Rich and his brother share a lot of physical similarities, not to wonder just how similar they are in that department!

I do get this feeling that Rich’s brother is putting on a display for my benefit, enjoying an approving pair of eyes on his body, whether conscious or not. Of course, even if he is, it doesn’t mean he’s gay, but there are other bells ringing and Rich has commented that Anthony isn’t normally such an exhibitionist. Or maybe my gaydar is all out of whack…

I have brought the subject up with Rich, who is adamant that Anthony is not gay – he’s had several girlfriends okay. Rich even went as far as to say his family couldn’t cope with another fag in their midst, even though they’ve been mostly fine about him. Which raises an interesting question: in how many cases is one gay son fine, but two cause for family therapy?

A gay friend I’ve since lost contact with was in the closest to his family for most of the time i knew him. Which seemed really strange at the time when his younger brother was happily out to them and had received no negative reaction. My friend again reasoned that with only two children his parents would freak if both turned out to be cock fans.

I think there’s lots of reasons for this, cutting off the grandchildren supply being a big one. It also brings questions about upbringing more into focus – is it something they did? etc.

Personally I have no problem whatsoever with gay brothers, especially identical twins with blond hair, blue eyes, slim, athletic build…

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