Playing Pool

Ben and Nick and I went and played pool. Steve didn't want to come, he had work he needed to get done. Ben said he'd meet us there and, of course, I was running late.

Ben's good in gay bars, though. Nick and I have dressed him up on several occasions and taken him to gay clubs. We give him a few drinks and treat him like our very own Ken doll, well, Blaine doll. He's blond.

I remember one Mardi Gras we dressed him in the tiniest pair of little shorts, gave him something, and then gave him more of something else, and he had a great time. He's got a great arse and a great lunch, our Ben, and sexy, good thighs, too. He loved the attention, he got lots. We've always kept our eye on him – sexy, out of it, shaggy-blond-haired straight boy on the dance floor in nothing but tiny shorts, you can guess what could happen? He's been pashed and touched up by strangers and he hasn't shrunk away.

"I don't want it to stop."

"Which part, Ben?"

"Any of it." He’d look at me. “The fun.”

I had to remove him from the arms of gay boys, a couple of times, who always want to keep him more when we tell them he's my straight boyfriend.

"Oh... that just makes him even more adorable."

I have to say, I love the way he snuggled, sweaty-skinned, back into my arms.

“I love you,” he’d say.



I laughed, at the thought, and shook my head, as I walked down Smith Street to the pool place.

Ben was waiting with a beer in his hand, looking sexy in jeans and a singlet.

"Did we say 8 o'clock?" he said.

"Yeah, we did. I'm late."

"Oh, no problem, I was just wondering if I'd got it wrong."

"Sorry."

Nick, unusually, was late too.

"I'll get you a beer," he said. “The barman seems to like me.” He grinned. He knew the effect he had on the gay boys.

And with that, he was off to the bar. Sexy Ben. I watched his arse as he walked away. He's got one of those little compact bums – bubbly, but smaller than his thighs, which I love.



"Hi peeps," said Nick in my ear. "I got held up at work. Fucken hate it."

"Held up at...?"

"Get fucked. Where's Ben?"

"At the bar."

"He better be getting me a drink."



Ben appeared with 3 schooners. "Saw you come in," he said.

"Handsome and smart," said Nick turning to me. He looked back at Ben and pinched his cheek. "We've just got to teach you to like cock."

Ben pulled his face from Nick's fingers. "Would that be something you are going to do personally?" Ben reached for a pool cue.

Nick slapped Ben’s arse. "You could be so lucky, het boy. I'd scare you."



I was winning for most of the night. Ben was keeping up the competitive spirit, but Nick, who was losing the most, started to lose interest early.

I snookered Ben on the last ball. He just had the black left.

"You cunt," said Ben.

"Does that mean you want to lick me?"

Ben blushed. "Maybe." He smiled. He had that look in his eyes that he wanted to, you know, it gave me a thrill.

We drank lots of beer. The loser kept having to buy a round for all of us. Nick was losing mostly. Come midnight he packed it in when he potted the black.

"Got to go. Pumpkin."

"Don't call me pumpkin."

"It's twelve. Some of us have to work tomorrow."

"Not me," I said.

"Not me," said Ben mimicking me.

"Fuck you both."

Nick kissed me good bye.

"What about our drinks?"

Nick kissed Ben good bye, right on the lips.

"Fuck you again."

And then he was gone.



"Another game?" I asked. I reached for the triangle.

"Another beer," slurred Ben. He headed to the bar. Weaving. I'm sure he was weaving.

I set up the table. I broke after Ben handed me the beer. I was yellow, got two balls in on the break, fluked it really.

Ben smiled, cleared his throat. "Amy's been using a strap on." He leant down on the table and had his shot.

"Huh?" I said. "On who?"

Ben looked up and blushed and I knew before he said it that it was him. "Me."

"You?" I laughed. "Well." I laughed again. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, sure." Ben sipped his beer. "How gay is that?"

"No very, if it is your girlfriend fucking you."

"No way," said Ben. "I like something shaped like a penis pushed up my arse and you don't think that is gay?"

"You're a hetro couple." I shook my head. "Not gay at all."

"I think it's disturbing." Ben touched his forehead with his fingers and looked down the table. He looked back suddenly. "How can you say it's not gay?"

"It's not."

Ben leant in close and whispered. "But, I really like it... mate."

Ha, ha, I laughed.

"I guess having a real cock up your arse is pretty gay?"

"A-ha, now that's gay."

"Would it feel much different?" Ben chugged his beer. "Much better?" He chugged his drink again. "It felt good, the rubber one..."

"Latex."

"How would it feel different?"

"Another drink, straight boy?"