QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Caught In The Act

Caught in the Act
By Steve Prince
“No,” I said trying to pull his face away from my groin. “I can’t.”
He began to unzip my pants again. He reached down my underwear and grabbed my cock, which was hard by now.
“Come on bro,” the twink said, “no one’s gonna know.”
Actually I didn’t care about whether other people knew we were fucking. There was another reason I didn’t want to fuck around with this guy. Dammit, I wish I could remember his name. I really should write down the names of guys I sleep with because it seems like I always see them again and I can never remember who the hell they are. As this guy groped my crotch, I suddenly remembered his terrible blow job skills. Ah, Tyler I remember now.
“Look man,” I said pushing him away. I stepped back and began to zip up my jeans.
“What’s your deal?” Tyler said annoyed.
“I’m seeing someone,” I said with a sigh. Yes, I didn’t want to cheat on Peter. I mean, it would be cheating… right?

“Oh,” he said nonchalantly, “well, is it serious?”
“Um…” I didn’t know.
“So he’s not your boyfriend,” Tyler pressed.
“Well,” I cocked my head to the side thinking, “no, he’s kinda… I mean.”
“Well,” Tyler smiled, “if he’s not your boyfriend then it’s okay.” He began to move toward me.
“Dude,” I said, putting my hands out, “it’s not going to happen.”
Before he could respond, I walked out of the room. Thankfully, no one was in the hallway. As I walked into the large living room, Omar was chatting with a pretty girl in the corner. Troy was still in deep conversation with his fellow frat buds.
I walked over to Omar.
“Hey,” I interrupted, “you need a beer?”
“Oh,” Omar said turning, “um…sure.”
I turned to the girl, “would you like anything? I’m Steve, by the way.”
She grinned politely, “Hi I’m Sasha. I’m okay, but thanks though.”
Two minutes later, I walked back carrying a beer for Omar and myself.
“Thanks,” Omar said, taking his beer from me, “so we were just talking about Sasha’s work.”
Ugh. I wasn’t in the mood to make party conversation, but I guess I had no choice.
“What do you do?” I asked, trying to seem genuine.
“I’m a teacher,” she said sipping a club soda, “I teach fourth grade.”
“Ah,” I sighed, “that’s a hard grade to teach.”
“You’ve taught?” Sasha asked.
“Well, kind of,” I said, nodding my head. “I worked at a girls fine arts camp. I taught musical theater and directed shows.”
My eyes registered two things at once. I saw Omar’s and Sasha’s eyes widen; however I think they both were thinking entirely different things. The tightening in Omar’s mouth signaled me to shut up. However, Sasha completely squealed.
“Oh, my GAWD!,” she yelped, drawing some of the party goer’s attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Tyler giving me a dirty look.
“I love, love, LOVE musical theater!” Sasha exclaimed.
Well, shit the bed. Of course I had to open my big fucking mouth. Dammit Steve. Why did I bring up musical theater? I might as well have hung a sign around my neck that said “Hey, I’m like Rip Taylor—GAY!”
Panicked, Omar said in a fake low voice, “I’m going to bathroom. Be right back.”
Deserter.
“So what shows do you love?” Sasha asked.
“Ahh,” I shrugged trying to blow the comment off, “I’m not that into it anymore. I’ve kind of lost touch, ya know. Been busy… working… you know… stuff.”
She seemed disappointed. It was then that I realized this girl was a Queer Dear. She loved gays, so of course she was having a conversation with Omar and myself. Queer Dears really do have a gift for find us. My Queer Dear, Raquel, says to this day she can find the one gay in a party of a hundred. I’ve seen her do it.
“I’m so into In the Heights right now,” Sasha continued gesticulating profusely.
My butt clinched. I had to suffice a gasp. I love In The Heights. Damn you, Troy. I love this girl. She’s cute, funny, and her makeup looks amazing. If I could be myself I would totally be her best friend at this party.
Omar came back and thankfully I had gotten Sasha to discuss her family drama instead. Queer Dears love telling the gays about their problems.
“So,” Sasha said, “how do you two know one another?”
“We’re here with our friend Troy,” Omar said pointing to a group of guys doing a keg stand. Troy was holding someone up.
“Oh, so you all were in the fraternity?” Sasha asked.
I laughed, “Oh no. We all volunteer for an LGBT teen helpline.”
Omar actually kicked me.
“Oh my God,” Sasha said, putting her hand over her chest, “that’s so awesome.”
Fuck fuck fuck. That totally slipped. Why am I an asshole, why? Ah, this is harder than I thought. Once you’ve been out for as long as I have, I am so used to not censoring myself. I felt like I couldn’t speak.
As luck would have it, Sasha didn’t pry anymore and the three of us had a perfectly fine conversation for over an hour.
Finally Troy was ready to leave and we were in the clear. Sasha walke the three of us to the door.
“It was so nice to meet you,” she said.
“You too,” Omar and I said, in gay stereo.
“Ah,” Sasha sighed, “these parties are so boring with all these frat guys. Thank God some gays showed up tonight or I would have been so bored. Let’s hang out.”
And with a flip of her hair, she walked away. That bitch.
Omar hurried out the door, and I followed. I could tell by the abrupt shut of the front door Troy was pissed. We walked to the car in silence, but as soon as he got in he let it rip.
“What did you say, Steve Prince?!?” he yelled.
“Why is it me?” I began to stammer.
“Because I know you,” Troy shot back.
“Oh, please Steve,” Omar said, “you practically spilled your guts.”
Ohhh, that traitor. He turned on me.
“Wait a minute,” I said trying to back peddle. I fucked up and I knew it.
Omar told Troy what was said.
Pissed, Troy sped down Olympic Boulevard.
“You promised, Steve,” Troy said.
He was really mad. Which I understood… kinda. I mean, I think those guys totally knew Troy was gay. It was his problem more than theirs. Still, I made a promise to a friend.
“Well,” I began, “I was I supposed to know she liked musicals, and the helpline thing was a total slip. Look. You should be proud of who you are. It’s not like they don’t know.”
Carelessly, Troy pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. Omar froze in the backseat like a child about to get into trouble.
“Look,” Troy said pointing in my face, “just because you’re boyfriend—if he is your boyfriend—won’t come out, doesn’t mean you have to put yourself in my business.”
“What?” I didn’t understand.
“This is all about Peter,” Troy continued, “you can’t stand it that you can’t be yourself around him. Yet instead of talking to him about it you’re fucking taking it out on me. I’m not your poster boy for coming out. If you want your damn fuck buddy to come out then you out him! Leave me out of it!”
He turned and put the car into drive. We all sat in the quiet. I rolled down the window and let the cool air cradle my face. Funny, I only had two drinks at the party, but suddenly I felt sick of myself.
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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
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!