Boy Culture Page #2

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The only guy who's ever loved me.

Like truly

Joey was too chicken to actually break up with him

So I cheated on him to get him to break up with me.

He kept forgiving me so I just stopped calling him .

That's cruel .

Whatever, I'm your back-up plan .

Admit it.

I don't have a back-up plan .

Every one has a back-up plan .

Who's yours?

I guess it was Jill

Baby let me loosen those weary old bones

I'm sure his bones are plenty loose already.

What were you guys moaning about?

Nothing

X got pissy with me because I brought a guy home.

You brought a guy home?

Like a trick?

Why is it so shocking that I could have a trick?

It's not that it's congratulations !

You're a stage two fag !

What?

You were stage one for like a year.

You first come out and think you're not gonna be slutty

so you can find this perfect boyfriend who's also not slutty.

That's when I met Scooter.

Eighth grade.

He's not kidding

But now, you're stage two .

Have fun .

See a hot guy, screw around .

I don't know if I'd go that far

but maybe I'm transitioning .

So what's the next stage?

It's like

thirty.Old age.

Don't worry. Some of us dig older men .

So,now that I'm getting into my sexually adventurous stage.

We'll have to stock up on shampoo for the crabs .

Don't be such a dick pump .

Maybe I don't like seeing my friends

throw away their morals .

I've always been slutty and you don't hold it against me.

That's because I have different standards for you .

You are an a**hole.

So you've met my nuclear reactor family.

Three hot studs, horny for each other,

living in one apartment.

Like a bad porno only without the sex.

If you're waiting for my sensitive fag hag,

don't hold your breath.

Lucy's too much of a like to hag for anyone,

fag or otherwise.

I never say much to her, but she has a knack

for reading my mind.

She's pretty much the only woman in my life.

It's not a sexism thing, the only thing I have

against women is that men aren't more like them.

How'd it go with Gregory?

I knew this would work out.

I'm so glad you needed a new john .

Ever since she figured out what I do, it's been like

a spy game she's been dying to get involved with.

You know, he never leaves that place.

He's ordered lunch delivered from us for like six years

What's he into?

I knew it.

Total bore.

I bet he just sits and talks

Probably doesn't even want to f***.

Just gets his jollies by imagining being you .

A busybody, but she's always right on.

Remember I've probably said like fifteen sentences

to her since we met.

F***in'customers

Can't wait to hear more, babe.

There is one other woman in my life.

I'm not really religious but this particular virgin

has a somewhat cunty expression like

she's demanding a child support check from God.

She inspires me.

I spotted her cruising me at a book store and

convinced the assistant manager to sell her to me

for two hundred bucks.

What was the artist feeling as he painted her face?

Daring to know the mother of God.

I look at her and my soul slips into her left nipple.

Virgin becomes whore. God becomes slave.

Fantasies never make sense.

I understand what it is to be a gay man.

That's his third trick this week.

But who's counting?

God, I feel like Joey.

Exposed and rejected.

My hand is never confused over how it feels about me.

I feel omnipotent that I can give myself such pleasure.

When I cum I throw my head back hard.

Two seconds later I feel content.

Then wasted.

Then morose.

The orgasm is a trap but masturbation is bliss.

I even masturbate after a trick.

It's an eraser.

As you may have gathered I'm a touch antisocial.

Boy Kultur is the only gay club I've been to more than once.

They let me in free because Joey used to f*** the doorman

It's not a scary leather den tweaker cave or guppy aquarium

but all those types sort of fit in.

Anything goes at Boy Kultur, which is rare

in our Neapolitan gay community where every flavor

is separate but equal.

So what do I do at Boy Kultur?

Sit mostly.

Thinking sometimes, but mostly sitting.

I always claim the stool next door so no one

gets the crazy idea I'm available

I like watching the playful dance

of the cruise and pick up.

A mating ritual more elaborate than anything

on the Discovery Channel.

Why do guys pass themselves around so freely?

I mean, I have a lot of sex but only if I'm being paid.

I get something in return.

You may think that's the lowest of low,

but isn't it better than spreading for any smooth operator

for a Bud Light and cab fare?

Maybe it comes down to pleasure.

But do they get that much pleasure

from all these hook-ups ?

There's so much energy put into cruising,

socialization

fashion

months at the gym

Myoplex shakes.

finally you get laid

and never hear from the f***er again.

Then you invest all your energy and money back into

grooming working out, making yourself perfect again

for the next lay

If gay guys stopped spending so much time hooking up,

we'd have f***ing da Vincis everywhere.

Mind if I sit here?

Sh*t.

Fight or flight?

Boy, you look lost in thought.

No, I'm just trying to have a moment here.

I'm not looking for anything sleazy.

Unless you are.

What exactly do you think makes you so hot?

What do you have that a million guys just like you don't?

So what makes you so hot?

I don't know, why don't you tell me?

Game-playing a**hole.

What, you were expecting a heart of gold?

Forgive me Father, I was selfish.

I couldn't decide whether to hop in

or flush all the toilets and start the dishwasher,

so I just stood there.

He's got presence.

He reads number one best sellers wears clothes out of hampers,

makes any one feel at ease.

He's everything I'm not.

And I find that incredibly sexy.

That anonymous f*** couldn't possibly see what I do.

How long have you been standing there?

How long have you been jerking off to Andrew?

I was not jerking off

Nice boner

I'm still pissed at you

I wouldn't even be talking to you if I wasn't feeling so

benevolent after getting reamed by the biggest dick

I've ever seen

That anonymous f*** was yours?

Oh yeah

Who a make that the second biggest I've ever seen

Made you look

By our fifth date, I was convinced Geezer was the

real thing and made him my twelfth disciple.

So Joey's versing Andrew on the art of being a slut.

It's sad to watch

So is he your type?

Andrew?

I do n't have types .

I have clients .

How noble.

Who's this ?

Are we changing subjects?

Do you mind?

Seems like an admission of guilt.

Guilty of what?

Emotion?

That's a portrait of my first lover.

My only lover.

We were together fifty years .

Fifty years?

His name is Renaldo .

He's dead now.

You both look so young .

We were.

He was the son of the building custodian.

He was poor and sinewy.

I was rich and spoiled even then,the little prince.

How D.H.Lawrence

The first time I saw him, I knew he'd be with me

for the rest of my life.

Or his, as it turned out.

How could you tell?

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