kissing a straight boi
i was invited to a birthday party and because of work and a few other reasons, i didn't get there until late. by the time i arrived, most of the people were already truly tanked. apparently i missed the beer-tequila-cowboys-bourbon drinking rounds. somehow, i didn't feel disappointed by that.
the house party was at friends' place - another family that used to be neighbour of ours and one that we've remained close with since moving away. they have a daughter, a son and a cousin that are all within my and my sister's age group. we all get along. they all know i'm gay. anna is the eldest who used to have a crush on me, james is the younger brother who is dating my sister, and sean is the cousin - the straight boi. they're a social family who are always having parties and people over to their place for barbeques and feasts. this time, the group was a younger bunch and the olds were the minority. the birthday party was for kelly - a friend of the family and a nice girl that i've also become friends with. also there was chas, quintissential gayboi - malandi (effeminate), sarcastic, funny and totally entertaining.
i'm closer to james than the others mainly because i met him first, but also now that he is my sister's man, we also get to spend more time together when he is over. he and i have spoken a few times about my being gay and he is cool with it - he's a pretty open-minded guy. his sister anna, whilst heart-broken initially, isn't fazed - according to her, it's great because we really do have a lot in common, we like the same things. it's sean that seems a little funny about the whole thing. it's not that he's said anything bad about it at all, it's the fact that he's said nothing at all. i've never actually mentioned anything to him as i don't see the need to, but he's been around when conversations have gone there. he was always quiet, just listening. not saying a word.
sean is a nice guy, easy to get along with and not shy. he isn't good-looking in the classical sense but the boi has spunk. he's known to date girls, sometimes at the same time, but he always seems to get dumped or have his heart-broken. he's not quiet but he is quieter than the others. along with james, we've had drinking sessions before; shots after shots of tequila, polishing off the whole bottle, and beer sessions when we were all overseas on holiday. we've sung and danced together before but never got real close physically.
when i finally got to the party that nite, i was greeted by hugs and kisses from the well-lubricated group. but it was sean who kept hanging off me more than the others. i knew he was drunk but he was still lucid... well, just. alcohol is very liberating - it loosens the tongue. sean told me that he especially bought a tequila bottle for me because he knew i'll be coming but he was sorry that it was all gone. at least i finally got there, he said. "you know... i love you. i really do." i didn't put much stock in that - a drunk guy loves everybody. it was only when he kissed me lightly on the neck that was meant to be on the cheek that my gay-senses started tingling. he moved off then to dance with the group and i went to get beer.
i was dancing and chatting with anna quite a bit in the beginning but i watched as sean would flit from dancing with gayboi chas to birthday girl kelly and to the other girls. they were all dancing very close - practically rubbing up against each other. and of course, chas being chas, would do exactly that with sean. i also witnessed the former kiss the latter on the neck a few times and straight boi didn't seem to mind. it seems everyone was having an unusually good time.
eventually, anna left the dancefloor and i ended up dancing with sean. he came up to me and once again, got real close. "you know what ryan, i love you," he said again. just then, chas came up behind him and straight boi was instantly in a gay manwich. after a while, chas started kissing sean on the neck for a bit of fun. when he stopped, straight boi actually protested and said that he liked that sort of stuff. after a few more, he flitted off again. i was intrigued.
left dancing with chas, i tried to find out what was going on. he said that he's been doing that all nite to sean. "he really likes it. and you know what else he likes? c'mon i'll show ya." he pulled me over to sean who was now dancing real close with a girl. chas went up behind sean and, doing what i was told, i went behind chas. he took my hands and placed it on sean's chest. "now, take your hands down." i did to sean's hips. "lower!" "no way!" "yes, just do it." so i took it lower and groped the straight boi. then chas said, "now, put your hands in his pants and play with his pubes." shocked and amused, i tried to pull my hands away but chas pulled them back. as much as it was fun, i didn't want to take advantage of a drunk straight boi - it just seemed crude. "he really doesn't care. he likes it, in fact." hesitating for a second, i plunged in. i didn't do it for very long and pulled my hands out just as quickly. sean didn't even react and just kept dancing with the girl. chas asked me to do it again, and bouyed by my previous attempt, i did - this time pubes and more. i got embarassed that others might see so pulled my hands out eventually. chas and i moved off and almost pissed ourselves laughing.
later that nite, i found myself alone in the dimly lit driveway with sean. he came over to relieve himself and when done, came up to me. "hey ryan, i love you," he said. "i love you too, sean," i replied, in a patient 'i know you're drunk so i'll play along' way. "and you know what else, ryan... you took a long time to come. i was waiting for you. i bought you a bottle of tequila." "thanks, sean. i'm here now." he was hanging off me again, and he was very close. closer than you'd need simply for balance. so, i put my hand on his arse. i don't know if he took that as a cue but then he kissed me again on the neck, then on the cheek and then on the lips. "i really like doing this," he said. i looked at him and thought, "ah, fuck it." i went for it; i pashed the straight boi and the straight boi pashed back. tongues lashing, hands groping. he kissed well, that's for sure, and liked his lips getting sucked on. it would have been close to a minute until he pulled away. and when he did, he simply looked at me, smiled and said "let's go dance". i followed him back, thinking we'd be dancing together, but instead he went straight over to dance with the girls. i went to get beer.
he stopped saying his 'i-love-yous' for the rest of the nite and nothing more happened. he just kept drinking and dancing, and after a while, he stopped drinking, too. there was a chance that things could have gone further when i later bumped into him. he was peeing in the toilet with the door open and as soon as he saw me, he closed it. so, i stood outside waiting for him to finish so i could then go. but not long after, he called me in. he was right by the door, doing up his pants, buckling his belt. he looked at me. i looked at him. was he waiting for me to do something? i wasn't sure. "see you outside," he said and walked off. he got quiet and a little surly towards the end as he got more sober. he insisted on going home when he usually stayed the nite over. eventually, his cousins couldn't even convince him to stay and he left.
the next day, everyone had sore heads. apparently, some were even violently ill. all claimed to not remember what had happened the nite before, which was exactly what sean was also saying. curiously, he apologised to me through james for apparently being too irritatingly drunk. no details given, just that. i still haven't seen him in person yet - and i don't think i want to anytime soon. i remember it all, and on my part, i'm a little embarassed, for myself and for him. though, it'll be interesting to see how he acts around me the next time we catch up at another party. i wonder if he'll buy me another bottle of tequila... i think i'll just bring my own.







[9 comments]
at 28/3/06 00:29,
rustedart said…
Never be ashamed! Be honest and straight forward. Be proud of who you are, just because a questioning guy put the moves on you and liked it, and is now like, "what ever". Tell it like it is my man! When people drink it lets out whats truly going on inside. Even if they are not ready to share it. Give him time, and space, but be there also if he needs someone. Sounds like you had fun! and great post!
~Shawn
at 28/3/06 04:34,
Chas Ravndal said…
nice post as well as a little steamy! as shawn said that be straight and frank. And I dont believe about the im-drunk-i-dont-remember-anything bullshit because I am quite sure that most people are quite aware of their actions even under the influence of alcohol.
at 30/3/06 12:00,
Steve said…
I have to say that post made exremely compelling reading! Whoah! What a night you had, back in my single days my straight friends always seemed to get flirty when they got drunk, but never to that extent!
And hey don't feel ashamed, you didn't do anything thing wrong, it's not like you took advantage of the guy!
at 7/7/06 06:34,
ramboi said…
Hi, Ryan. I'm not so sure how I end up in your blog. All I know is I'm searching something in google and I end up reading your posts...Its been three days and I'm still enjoying myself, especially this article. I totally got into it since I too had a chance to kiss a straight guy...jeeez, urs is better...believe me. Mine just for the heck of it. thanks.
at 7/7/06 08:49,
R*Y A N said…
@ramboi - three days?!? wow. i'm flattered and really appreciative that you're enjoying it. hope you continue to do so. thanks for visiting.
at 29/7/06 19:51,
circuitmouse said…
Ah, NOW these are memories which need no ginkgo biloba... and it says something about your comfort level with yourself that he got the courage (if only halfway) to go there with you. And even more about your character that you just let it be. The fantasy of what might have been is often better than the reality of all the fumbling around (especially if he really WAS as drunk as he seemed. Sometimes they just pretend.)
at 14/4/07 11:12,
Neddie said…
Hey R*Y A N
This was a wonderful piece. Really got into it. I agree with other posters. Whatever confused things were going on in his head, the alcohol was just liberating his true inhibitions. You were just being true to yourself, he was being whatever, i can't work them out I must say. But, don't be embarrassed, its his problem,
cheerio
ps, like your blog... oh and your bum is the cutest of all the pix on it, he he
at 4/7/07 17:01,
luke said…
Well i wouldn't discount the gotten drunk n not recollect what ya did. Speaking from personal experience I've apparently had the time of my life twice only little snag my memory completely blacked out if it wasn't for my camera i wouldn't even know i bumped into my friends... long story short he probably only remembers bits n peices.
at 26/10/07 18:13,
letopho said…
I absolutely love this story.
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