One Night At A Party
Saturday night we were out at a party. It was one of Ben’s friends from his straight life. A party full of a bunch of straight boys, you’d think I’d be excited.
They were a nice bunch, as it turned out. They made a few jokes about Ben’s new orientation. Something about him being lucky as guys always wanted sex, so he’d be getting a lot. You know, guys are uncomplicated.
“You wanna fuck?”
“Yep.”
The boys all laughed.
It must make a great change from dealing with girls and the games they play, another one said.
“Pizza, beer and you get your cock sucked without asking,” joked Jeff.
“It must be a revelation?” asked Biff.
“Sure,” said Ben.
All his buddies gave him a big group hug to show him they still loved him. I’m not sure they would have put it that way, but that is what they were saying.
I thought it was sweet.
The girlfriends didn’t seem to have much of an opinion about it, well, not collectively. However, most of them told Ben that they loved Ben and they still loved Ben no matter who he loved.
“So, you’re the guy who turned Ben,” said Ned Geary.
“I what?” I said. No, you can’t turn anyone. “No, not…”
“Thanks for destroying my life,” said Ned.
“What?”
“He was my wingman.”
“Ben?”
“Yes, Ben, you muppet.”
I have never really understood the ‘muppet’ insult. I love the muppets and being one sounds great to me.
Ned was Ben’s ex-best straight mate, who was the only person who dumped Ben in the end.
“I guess you are pretty please with yourself to have a straight boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry, man,” I said. “I don’t know what to say?” And I didn’t? I didn’t do it to spite him. “Ben’s not straight.”
“Well, he was until he met you.”
“Well, um?” Where does one start with that.
“Wasn’t he going out with Amy until he met you?”
“Well, um, yes.”
“So, he was straight up until you?” Ned was fairly aggressive.
“It’s not quite that simple,” I said.
“You took him away, that’s what I know.”
“I’m sorry,
“Sorry?”
“Ned. I’d miss him too, if I lost him, so I can guess how you must feel.”
Ned’s attitude changed. “Oh, well, apology accepted then.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Is this how you do it, is it?”
“What?”
With that Ned smiled for the first time, and a cheeky smile at that. “Sure, I’ll have that drink now.”
“Oh, yeah, that is how we do it, didn’t you know, with alcohol,” I said. “The difference between a straight boy and a gay boy?”
“What?”
“Six stubbies.”
“Yeah, good onya,” said Ned. “I’ll have that drink though.”
Still some of the boys and most of the girls told me they liked me immediately.
A couple of the girls intimated they didn’t like Amy all that much.
“Oh, it’s hard to put your finger on it exactly,” said Harriet. “She just gave the impression she wasn’t really one of us.”
“How so?” I asked. I was hanging with the girls, so what else was new.
“She just never fitted in easily,” said Olivia. “She just never really tried to.”
“She’s an interesting one, Amy,” I said, but I heard my own words and I wondered if I was being disloyal. “But nice… really.”
The girls looked unconvinced.
“Anyway,” said Harriet. “We like you.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Yes,” said Olivia. “You’re nice.”
They were a nice bunch, as it turned out. They made a few jokes about Ben’s new orientation. Something about him being lucky as guys always wanted sex, so he’d be getting a lot. You know, guys are uncomplicated.
“You wanna fuck?”
“Yep.”
The boys all laughed.
It must make a great change from dealing with girls and the games they play, another one said.
“Pizza, beer and you get your cock sucked without asking,” joked Jeff.
“It must be a revelation?” asked Biff.
“Sure,” said Ben.
All his buddies gave him a big group hug to show him they still loved him. I’m not sure they would have put it that way, but that is what they were saying.
I thought it was sweet.
The girlfriends didn’t seem to have much of an opinion about it, well, not collectively. However, most of them told Ben that they loved Ben and they still loved Ben no matter who he loved.
“So, you’re the guy who turned Ben,” said Ned Geary.
“I what?” I said. No, you can’t turn anyone. “No, not…”
“Thanks for destroying my life,” said Ned.
“What?”
“He was my wingman.”
“Ben?”
“Yes, Ben, you muppet.”
I have never really understood the ‘muppet’ insult. I love the muppets and being one sounds great to me.
Ned was Ben’s ex-best straight mate, who was the only person who dumped Ben in the end.
“I guess you are pretty please with yourself to have a straight boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry, man,” I said. “I don’t know what to say?” And I didn’t? I didn’t do it to spite him. “Ben’s not straight.”
“Well, he was until he met you.”
“Well, um?” Where does one start with that.
“Wasn’t he going out with Amy until he met you?”
“Well, um, yes.”
“So, he was straight up until you?” Ned was fairly aggressive.
“It’s not quite that simple,” I said.
“You took him away, that’s what I know.”
“I’m sorry,
“Sorry?”
“Ned. I’d miss him too, if I lost him, so I can guess how you must feel.”
Ned’s attitude changed. “Oh, well, apology accepted then.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Is this how you do it, is it?”
“What?”
With that Ned smiled for the first time, and a cheeky smile at that. “Sure, I’ll have that drink now.”
“Oh, yeah, that is how we do it, didn’t you know, with alcohol,” I said. “The difference between a straight boy and a gay boy?”
“What?”
“Six stubbies.”
“Yeah, good onya,” said Ned. “I’ll have that drink though.”
Still some of the boys and most of the girls told me they liked me immediately.
A couple of the girls intimated they didn’t like Amy all that much.
“Oh, it’s hard to put your finger on it exactly,” said Harriet. “She just gave the impression she wasn’t really one of us.”
“How so?” I asked. I was hanging with the girls, so what else was new.
“She just never fitted in easily,” said Olivia. “She just never really tried to.”
“She’s an interesting one, Amy,” I said, but I heard my own words and I wondered if I was being disloyal. “But nice… really.”
The girls looked unconvinced.
“Anyway,” said Harriet. “We like you.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Yes,” said Olivia. “You’re nice.”
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