Free My Big Fat Gay Life by Brett Kiellerop Page A

mobile phone a while back. You’re here with Kento?”
    “Yes,” he said, shaking the hand I’d offered him. Recognition dawned in his eyes. “Bruce. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you know Kento?”
    “My husband and I have known Kento for years. We like to meet all our son’s friends,” I replied.
    “Sebastian is your son?” Bruce asked.
    “Yes,” I said. “I know, I know: I don’t look old enough to have a son that age. You don’t have to say it.” I laughed loudly, showing him that I was joking. Well - half joking.
    I chatted to Bruce for a few minutes. He was curious about Sebastian’s early life, and was especially curious about Sebastian’s past lovers. He had a strong desire to know why the relationships hadn’t worked.
    “I guess it all boils down to chemistry. Sebastian is a firm believer in the spark. If the spark isn’t there, he knows it won’t work.”
    “I wish my parents were as accepting as you,” Bruce said. “Back home I’m totally in the closet. I can’t tell anyone.”
    “With all due respect Bruce,” I said, “that’s just crap. If people don’t accept you for being gay, that’s their problem. You should want your friends and family to accept and love the real you, not some version that you put forward to them out of fear. So grow a pair of balls and show some respect to the people you love. Give them the chance to know the real you. Toodle-loo”
    I gave the stunned man a little wave as I wandered back to the old fogies group. I was curious to see if Donovan had made any progress with the lesbians. One man, two bisexual women, and a total rug-muncher: the possibilities are endless.
    “Darling,” Donovan said, putting his arm around me as I rejoined the group. “Doris and Jack have decided to stay with us tonight. It seems the allure of a jacuzzi and a small warm dildo has won them over.”
    “Lovely!” I said. I checked my purse to make sure I had Donovan’s viagra. The sooner he takes it, the better for all concerned.

Day 3 Narrative 5 - Bruce

    Kento is convenient. He gives me money, he gives me a place to live, and he gives me a way into Sebastian’s life. He desires a relationship with me, and I’m more than happy to lead him on until Sebastian comes to his senses.
    He’d just asked me to leave for a couple of hours, as he had a client coming over. I was more than happy to oblige and be rid of him for a while. He was so careful to point out that nothing sexual happens during his massages, but I couldn’t care less. I wouldn’t care if he was fucking every single client he had. The only person who isn’t allowed to fuck around is Sebastian.
    Leaving Kento’s apartment, I walked briskly to Sebastian’s apartment. I knew his routine, and I knew that he’d be at work now, despite the fact it’s Saturday. I used the key he’d given me and let myself into his apartment. I check his apartment regularly for signs of sex with someone other than me.
    First I checked the number of condoms in his bedside table. Seven, the same number as yesterday afternoon. Then I checked his dirty laundry for signs of sex. No smell of semen, just the regular smell of his sweat. My exposure to Ruth must have ended the affair between Sebastian and Justin.
    I pulled two pairs of dirty briefs from the laundry basket and used them to masturbate. I used one to sniff while I ejaculated into the other. I then placed both pairs back into the basket.
    * * *
    At the engagement party, Sebastian played coy. He barely spoke to me all evening. I guess he doesn’t want to give Kento any clue as to how we really feel about each other. Kento will be devastated when Sebastian professes his love for me and we run off together.
    I was surprised to see Sebastian’s cleaner at the party. She must be Ruth and Justin’s cleaner as well. She introduced herself, and that’s when I realised she’s actually Sebastian’s mother. She isn’t a cleaner at all - she’s just a rude bitch who should