QColumn: A Gay In The Life: The Urge

The Urge
By Steve Prince
This week felt like the longest week of my life. I understand that things have to get done, but sometimes I feel like it’s just not fair. I mean, are people really meant to work this hard?
I looked out my window and then at the time on my computer. Nine o’clock. I hadn’t realized the sun staying out for so long. As I looked out my living room window, my gaze fell on the distant silhouette of downtown Los Angeles. The day’s warm air carried a haze of smog drifting between the building tops, making them look as if they’d just smoked out. Shards of pink light covered their glass frames.
Enough daydreaming, Steve, I told myself. Finish the column.
I felt like a fraud. Here I am, a sex columnist, but when was the last time I had actually had sex? On second thought, maybe I don’t want to answer that.
After thinking a few minutes, I chipped away at the keyboard until a few more sentences filled the page. Robotically, I glanced out the window again. The flecks of pink had now deepened into violet; night approached. Soon LA’s neighborhoods would come alive with people, lights, and sex.
And sex.
And sex… sex… sex… sex…
I picked up my cell phone and texted Cody.
What are you doing tonight?
Barely thirty seconds passed by before he texted me back.
I think you’re about to tell me, he wrote.
I texted him back before I could censor myself:
I’m keyed up and I want Latin dick.
I know, I’m terrible. But I did! I did! I blame QC Espanol! That site gets me into trouble, dammit.

Ten minutes later, I walked out the door on my way to meet Cody. I rolled down my car windows. The night air felt cool on my cheeks but I didn’t mind. I’d felt so suffocated in my house that the cool air revived my senses even more.
My phone rang. It was Cody.
“Where we going?” he asked.
“Somewhere slutty,” I responded. Let’s be honest, I wasn’t fucking around.
“Well, we could do Fiesta or Fubar,” Cody suggested.
“Hmmm,” I said thinking aloud. “Well, Fiesta’s always a good casual time…”
“And…” interrupted Cody, as if he knew where I was going.
“Buuut,” I said flippantly, “Fubar’s just dirty, sometimes too dirty.”
“Uh-huh–” Cody sang, waiting for a surprise.
“What is the theme of Fubar tonight?” I asked innocently.
Cody paused, knowing the weight of his words. “It’s big fat dick night.”
“Done and done,” I said without a second thought.
I’ve mentioned Fubar and Big Fat Dick night before. Big Fat Dick is when you go into the back room and take a picture of your little guy. Then the bar hangs dick pictures all around the walls. There’s an informal vote and the winner gets money. It’s so seedy… and amazing.
I met Cody outside of his apartment and we both trotted off towards the bar.
“So what’s up with you tonight, Mr. Stevie Prince?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, “I’m just… just…”
“Horny as fuck,” Cody said flatly.
“Yes,” I said nodding quickly.
“Well, woo-hoo,” Cody squealed. “I never miss a moment to hang out with slutty Steve! Look out Weho, cuz we’re a comin’!”
“Well,” I said smiling, “hopefully.” We both laughed. As we got closer to the bars, the music from the West Hollywood clubs inched towards us like a noisy mob.
We walked for fifteen minutes to the bar. Cody was freezing because he’d worn the skimpiest t-shirt to show off his arms—he’d been doing bootcamp and looked even more incredible than before.
The bouncer didn’t even check our IDs; Cody was a regular Fubar dancer and everyone knew him. I told myself that was the reason the bouncer hadn’t checked—not because I looked much older than twenty-one.
“Are you browsing tonight?” I teased Cody as we walked up to the bar entrance.
“Nah,” Cody said, “I’m a wing man tonight.”
And with that we entered the bar.
I swayed, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Music blasted in our eyes; a shock from the relatively quiet walk we’d just had.
Someone thrust a beer into my face. Cody beamed at me.
“Where did you get that?” I yelled.
“From one of my co-workers,” Cody said motioning to a man dancing in his underwear on top of a podium.
I forgot that everyone knew Cody. Are we going to get free drinks all night? I thought to myself.
Yes, yes we were going to get free drinks all night. They just kept coming… and coming… and coming. Cody knew everyone.
Soon I noticed that my head felt light. I’d just taken a free shot, one of those vile things in a test tube from a shirtless waiter. I totally put my hand down the front of his pants and felt his cock. I wanted to suck him off.
Soon, pictures of people’s dicks started to go up on the wall. The Big Fat Dick contest had begun.
This didn’t help matters. Cody grabbed my arm. Following his lead, we snaked through the crowd towards the back of the bar, where the Big Fat Dick pictures are taken.
As Cody greeted someone he knew, I stuck my head into the picture room.
“Let me be a fluffer! Let me be a fluffer!” I called out. Two guys looked up. One looked appalled, the other looked elated.
I felt Cody’s arm pull me out the doorway.
“You are drunk, Stevie Prince,” he said, with a laugh.
“Yes,” I mumbled, “yes I am.” I really don’t drink that often and so I can’t hold my liquor for shit.
“Are you ready to go?” Cody asked.
“Hell, no,” I said, playfully slapping his rock hard chest. “I’m a man on a mission.”
Cody laughed and I looked across the bar. A handsome man was walking right towards me. Cody made himself scarce as the man approached. He was very cute. Probably around thirty-sex years old, with curly light brown hair. He looked very Roman. From the way his clothes fit he looked in decent shape. He wasn’t Latin, but beggars can’t be choosers. At that point, I would’ve sat on a fire hydrant if it looked at me funny.
He leaned forward, “Hey I’m Louis.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and I shoved my tongue in his mouth, to which he generously reciprocated.
Apparently the night was just beginning…
You ain’t read nothing yet. The dirty, sex-filled conclusion comes next week…
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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
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men