Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Milan

Back in my days at the Ritz Carlton, I used to hang with a gang from work, the gayboys, and we often went out late together following work functions. There was another gayboy group who were more A-list and either "married" or into the meth-disco-sex thing that was rampant at the time. (Is it still? I wonder.)But they didn't hang with us, and a couple of them would even pretend not to see us if we went out and ran into them. We were more of the misfit type, all single, kind of looking for love, kind of figuring ourselves out, not totally comfortable with who were were yet - you know, growing up. We encouraged each other to get laid, and secretly resented it when any of us did. I remember it fondly as a younger, gayer version of Sex and the City. I've only kept in touch with one person from this gang, but this story is not about him.

After heavy drinking and dancing one night, and having a nightcap at my apartment, the gang dispersed except that one member stayed behind. When the last person left, he yawned an "I'm tired" and went into my bedroom, took off his clothes, got under the covers and shut off the light. Now normally, the more I hang out with people and get to know them and consider them a friend, the less I can imagine sexual relations with them. Luckily or unluckily, alcohol has this amazing effect - it makes you reconsider. So, without saying a word, I too disrobed and got under the covers next to him and he rolled over onto his side, facing away from me. I stayed flat on my back.

A minute later he reached around and took my hand and brought it over his shoulder. That's a sign right? Well I thought it was, so I snuggled up in the spoon position. Ah youth, things spring into action so effortlessly. This was turning out to be quite exciting. It was the first really hairy guy I had been with, and that was more thrilling than I had thought it would be. At some point in the next few minutes, I managed to do the accidental brush with my hand to verify whether or not he was excited (or awake). Indeed he was. I rolled him over and started working on him. He did absolutely nothing. Zero. No movement, no sounds, nothing. It was really weird, I felt like I was the commander of a ship, a ship I knew nothing about. Long story short, I got him off, then myself, cleaned us both up and went to sleep. The whole time he was virtually still.

We never spoke of it.

Yet it happened again, and again, and again. Each time was like the last, me doing the work and him just lying there. We continued going out with the gang, never speaking of it, and every once in a while, we'd end up in bed. Looking back, I suppose this is what might be called a fuck buddy, and despite the lopsided nature of the efforts made during sex, I started to have some feelings. Ugh. How does sex do that? Makes you overlook nearly everything. He was rather flaky, and certainly always broke, plus, a lump in the sack. I liked his dick though. And that seemed to trump everything else.

A few months later, the gang decided to go to Hawaii together for two weeks. We were so excited and used all our employee benefits to stay free at the Ritz Carlton in Maui and the Big Island as well as an Outrigger in Honolulu. At the last minute, fuck buddy backed out and I knew that it was finished then. I can't say I wasn't disappointed, as I had imagined maybe sleeping with him on the trip. Hawaii ended up being one of the best experiences of my life, but it also served as the pinnacle for the gang, for there was no way we were going to top that, and little by little life chipped away at our cohesiveness and eventually we lost touch. In Hawaii, I met a boy who decided to move to California to be with me. And that was only one month before I met Serge. But that's a story for another day.

23 comments:

Jason said...

First off, I love your blog so much.

I can totally relate to your FB. Been there too.

I had one of the best "encounters" of my life in Hawaii.

:)

Lemuel said...

Somehow I just cannot understand the reaction of your supposed FB, but I know that there are those who react (or, more accurately, fail to react) this way. I just don't get it, because when I'm "getting it", I'm "into it" as much as when I'm giving it. Just last night I was watching one of my infamous instructional videos and the receiver was like a wet limp dish rag. It did not take me long to find another more animated video. Again, I just don't get it, how one can be so detached. Prize dick or no, I would have stopped and gone to sleep myself. A dildo has more life and is more fun and fulfilling than that.

David said...

To me a fuck buddy is a "buddy," someone who plays WITH you. So I wouldn't even consider him such, more like a gay version of servicing a straight guy. I can imagine back then, though, the appeal of any kind of sexual contact. Can't say I would have done any differently.

And from what I hear, the meth/sex/disco thing is still going on.

Ed said...

Communication is the key. If the guy is a lump tell him what you want him to do. I think that he was thinking of another person while with you. Therefore, he wasn't in to you and didn't have any feelings for you. If a guy is with the one he loves believe me he will respond in kind.

GayProf said...

I really need to go to Hawaii.

dirk.mancuso said...

"How does sex do that? Makes you overlook nearly everything."

When you figure that one out, let me know. It's let me overlook the worst in the men I've been with.

Chunks said...

I love it when you tell us these stories. This one reminded me of my time before Darin. Back in the days of Fuck Buddies. hm. Strange times indeed.

Cooper said...

Does the Milan in the title refer to his name? I ask because I work with a guy with that name ... Croatian background ... and he's also hot, hairy and a little screw-loose.

I love this line " I felt like I was the commander of a ship, a ship I knew nothing about." That's a perfect description!

I look forward to hearing your "how I met Serge" story one day.

Lisa S. said...

Wow - I love reading your blog! Such great stories. I'm waiting for the "how I met Serge" story too.

em said...

We weren't hanging out much then, and I always hate it when I don't know who you are talking about. sigh. I know...ego.

Polt said...

Oh I can totally relate. Did that a LOT in high school and collge. Only not always with the same guy. And these guys always said they were straight and "so drunk" they just couldn't remember ANYthing from the night before. Right.

Anyway, I love your stories. ANd having a guy want to move from Hawaii to be with you...WOW!!! That one we've GOT to hear!

HUGS...

Patricia said...

i love how all of the steps leading up to the big moments in our lives unfold exactly as they are meant to.

i don't get the whole thing of just lying there. what's the point? i can't imagine it ever being as good that way. *yawn*

The Persian said...

I've been guilty of what he did quite a few times in the past, always with someone I wasn't very attracted to.

I have also been in your shoes, and sometimes a certain bit of satisfaction can be gained from bringing someone else to that point, at least I think so.

But after a while yea it gets old.

Lightning Bug's Butt said...

When I hear the word "gang," I don't imagine young, hard-working males discovering their homosexuality and struggling with romantic encounters.

I pretty much picture Snoop Dogg bustin' a cap in yo ass.

Hmm. Maybe they are similar.

Great story, TW.

Devo said...

Great story. I am happy to hear that men (at least gay men) will also overlook numerous shortcomings for the sake of physical intimacy. Women do that stupid shit all the time too. Interesting. Memories, like the corners of my mind....

Enemy of the Republic said...

Sometimes when I come here, I find that our pasts are eeriely similar. I guess they made us into the fine upstanding citizens that we are today or who the hell knows. Good story, friend.

Laverne said...

I've never been the kind of person others want to change their life for. Seems to have happened to you upon more than one occasion.

I'm with em with my ego here; who are these people?

Sunshine said...

I LOVE your stories. They are so engrossing. You're such a master story teller. Now I can't wait for the next instalment about the boy who moved from Hawaii to California to be with you. :)

Daniel, the Guy in the Desert said...

I've done it a time or two myself, mostly because I just wanted some dick and wasn't too choosy about how I got it. Then I started developing feelings along with it.Tchah!

Chris said...

I love this story. These are my favorite kind of blog posts.

Sin said...

"We encouraged each other to get laid, and secretly resented it when any of us did."

This, I can assure you, has not changed substantially since...well, ever! ;-)

dawn said...

Yay stories! These are my favorite posts. I mean who doesn't love a good fuck buddy blog? I mean really.

Paul said...

I totally second sin's comment ... why is it that I think everybody's getting laid more than I am?

Maybe I'm right.

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