QColumn: A Gay In The Life: The Sleepover-er

Be sure to read part one of this column, A Birthday Surprise.
The Sleepover-er
By Steve Prince
The beer burned as it slid down my throat. I gulped and placed the empty bottle on the bar. I looked across the dance floor. He was still watching me.
He was very cute, at least five years younger than me. His straight brown hair fell and flopped on his forehead as he danced. He was very thin. I walked towards him and without a word we began dancing. The dance floor felt like a sauna, with all of the men thrashing about and sweating profusely. It wasn’t five minutes before he’d rested his right hand on my shoulder.
Greedily, I pressed my pelvis into his and he obliged by turning around and backing up and rubbing his ass against my front. He looked over his right shoulder and smiled; a cute smile that was framed by adorable dimples.
He turned around and we pressed against one another again. It was then that I held the back of his head in my hand and kissed him fiercely.
And then we proceeded to make out like rock stars. Yes, we were that couple in that bar. I think we danced and made out for an eternity. Throwing caution to the wind, he slipped his hand down the front of my pants and fondled my tip. That’s when he leaned over and told me his name. “I’m Jeremy,” he said.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking. I don’t find out the guy’s name until after he touches my cock—I’m classy like that.
Obligingly I told him my name and put my hands down the back of his pants, fondling his ass while we kissed. Apparently, I’m an exhibitionist.
We kissed and kissed until I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was James.
Two minutes later, he’d pulled me aside.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
I paused. “Umm,” I thought, “I don’t know actually. I think I’m a little drunk.”
“A little?” James replied, “You make Amy Winehouse look pious.”
I giggled. “Well, he’s a real good kisser, and I totally think he’ll let me fuck him.”
I looked across the dance floor. Ah, Jeremy! I remembered his name. He was dancing and staring at me; he motioned for me to come back. I started towards him but James grabbed my arm.

“Look Stevie,” he said seriously, “be careful.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I think he might be a bit clingy,” he cautioned.
“Oh, how do you know?” I didn’t think Jeremy was needy at all.
“Trust me,” James said pointing to his face, “this bitch knows clingy.”
“I don’t see it,” I said honestly.
“Oh really?” James said, taking a swig of a water bottle. “Well, I saw Miss Polly Prissypants over there and she was hugged up on you like a tick on a dog.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said waving my hand as I walked back onto the dance floor.
“Mm-hmmm,” James called out as I walked away.
We ended up closing the bar. By 2am I was so ready to fuck Jeremy I was practically wet. He’d already agreed to come to my house—it was an easy sell, let me tell you. The two of us were like dogs in heat. By now, I’d sobered up a bit, but still felt grateful for James driving; Jeremy followed closely behind us.
Forty minutes later, Jeremy and I had ripped each others’ clothes off and began dry humping. I usually don’t go for twinks, but he did have the cutest little body.
I don’t know if he was just being nice because it was my birthday, but Jeremy certainly gave me a lot of compliments. As I kissed him, he murmured how hot I was, while sucking my dick, he kept telling me how gorgeous my body felt. I’m not going to lie—it was nice to hear.
Finally, I began fucking him with both of us way into it. A surprise: I didn’t know that Jeremy worked as a yoga instructor. I can’t even tell you the way that boy would bend with me inside him. Seriously, I felt like I should be doing a Karma Sutra video guide. It was very intense. We fucked this way and that way. He rode me like a little kid on a carousel; he just needed a little hat and lollipop.
And then he said it. We’d been fucking for a while… Jeremy had put his foot over his head (or something like that) andwhispered in my ear, “You have the perfect cock.”
Okay, I guess I’m a narcissist because, to be honest, I came right then and there.
I’d never had anyone tell me that my cock is perfect while inside them. It felt very intimate. Twenty minutes later, we fucked again and then both rolled over to fall asleep.
That morning, I awoke to someone sucking my cock. Jeremy had already started round three, and I joined in. In fact, we fucked for so long I knew I’d show up an hour late for work, which was okay. Jay Day knew it was my birthday so I felt sure he’d understand.
After all the sex, Jeremy and I both cuddled in bed.
“So, how old are you?” I asked suspiciously. He looked so young.
“Twenty-two,” he said, “I know I look young.” He faced me and smiled. “I can show you some ID if that’d make you feel better.” He kissed me and I smiled.
“So where do you live?” I asked after making out a bit.
“In Diamond Bar.”
Jeezus. Diamond Bar is way the fuck out there, probably about an hour drive from my house. We both chatted some more and exchanged numbers. I walked him to his car in front of my house, we kissed goodbye, and he left.
Ah, birthday sex is great.
Jeremy called me the next day. We chatted for a bit. He hinted at wanting to date, which I totally hadn’t expected. I assumed it was a hookup and that was that. Well, he seemed a bit young, but it wasn’t like I was dating anyone else at the time. What could it hurt?
We ended up meeting the next Wednesday night at Akbar. Why mess with a good thing?
I arrived at the bar around 10 p.m. and Jeremy was already waiting for me. As I walked up to the bar, he leaned forward, kissed me, and wrapped his arms around me.
“Ah,” he sighed, “I missed this.”
Missed me or the making out? I felt confused because he’d just met me.
We walked into the deserted bar. A few lesbians sat on the barstools making conversation with the bartender. Jeremy and I made our way to a dark corner and nestled behind a table. Within five minutes, we were making out like rock stars again; I don’t even remember what we talked about.
Two hours later, we were fucking again and having a glorious time. The sex was pretty much the same as before: kissing, grinding, fucking in crazy positions, him complimenting “my perfect cock,”, and me shooting my load like a spilled bag of Skittles.
We both went to bed that night worn out and content.
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BZZZZZZ….BZZZZZZ…BZZZZZ….
Huh? What the hell? I opened my eyes, looked over, and fond Jeremy sleeping in the corner. It was morning.
BZZZZZZ…BZZZZZZZ…BZZZZZ… What the hell is that noise?
Oh, my phone! I looked on my nightstand. It was 8:30 in the morning and I had a text from James.
WAKE UP, MARY! WAKE THE FUCK UP!
I texted him back.
I am. What do you want?
He responded almost instantly.
Come outside your room. Right now. Come here!
Annoyed, I carefully slinked out of my red duvet cover and crept out of bed so not to disturb Jeremy. I threw on my robe and opened my bedroom door. James stood in the hallway with an incredulous look of scandal.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“I want you to go in there and tell me what you see,” James said, pointing to the bathroom.
I poked my head around the corner.
“What?” I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary: some stuff on the counter and James’ shaving bag.
“Take a look inside the bag,” James said in a threatening tone.
I peered inside. The morning sun shone through the frosted bathroom and illuminated the shaving bag. I then noticed that it wasn’t James’. I looked inside. There was a stick of deodorant, hair product, and a huge electronic toothbrush.
James mouth popped open in a silent scream and he scampered about, “AN ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH FOR A HOOKUP? Oh no! No no no no no no! I told you he was needy!”
“Well,” I said defensively, “he does live far away. I mean it does make some sense. You’re overreacting.” For some reason I felt a little weirded out by it. Jeremy’s comment of “I missed this” from the night before replayed in my mind. Oh man, I hope this guy isn’t clingy.
James stopped flitting about and stared at me. “Promise me you’ll end this.”
“But he’s really good in bed,” I said pleading, “really good.”
“That’s how she gets her needy claws into you,” James said lightly hitting my shoulder.
“I’m going back to bed, and you should mind your own business,” I stomped off, as quietly as I could and got back into bed. Jeremy moved over and laid his head on my chest.
An hour later, Jeremy had to leave for work. As he got ready, I threw on some clothes. He grabbed his stuff from the bathroom, while James purposefully hid out in his room; he wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from saying something.
Like last time, I walked Jeremy out to his car. We had a nice time. I didn’t really know if I wanted to date him but I loved having sex with him.
He put his stuff on my car, turned and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me.
He made cute sad face, “What am I going to do today?”
“Whaddya mean?” I asked.
“I’m going to miss being with you,” he said pecking me again.
Okay, this was getting a little weird. “Well,” I didn’t know what to say, “I’ll think you’ll survive.”
“Well,” Jeremy said thinking out loud, “if you want I can come back tonight. I brought an extra pair of clothes just in case. I can just call my Mom and tell her I won’t be home tonight.”
There were so many creepy things about what’d just come out of his mouth…
“I’m sorry… I can’t see you anymore,” I said with such certainty that it took him a moment to take his arms off of my neck.
His reaction was what you would expect… he was pissed-the-fuck-off. He simply said, “OK,” quickly got into his car and drove off.
I walked up the steps and opened the front door. James stood in the archway between the living room and the lounge.
I paused.
“He’s a tick on a dog and I told him I couldn’t see him anymore,” I said as quickly as possible.
James stood, pursed his lips, and looked at me triumphantly. I moved to the couch and turned on the TV.
He sighed. James couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You’re welcome!” he said with a tone like black velvet. And with that he turned and sauntered into the kitchen. I smiled and pulled up a blanket as the beginning theme song of The Price Is Right trumpeted through the living room.
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Years after moving from Oklahoma, Steve Prince is still acclimating to the gay scene in Los Angeles—he’s a slow learner. By trial and error and a lot of sex, his mission is to make the uncomfortable, comfortable. Also it should be known that he is gayer than butt sex.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise