I saw a boy today who so reminded me of an old friend that I almost called out, "Rob!" But it's been well over 10 years since I've seen Rob, and I'm sure he's changed. When I knew him, though, he was a slightly gentler Carson Kressley type--pretty, very witty, and quite gay. That's probably why I enjoyed fucking him so much.
I'd known Rob casually for a while when he came to me with an offer. "Mark and I are splitsville, and I need to move out," he said. "Wanna rent a fabulous house together and be roomies?" I agreed, and he turned out to be great to live with--he cleaned, he made delicious dinners, he gave me foot massages. The perfect housemate.
With one small flaw: He grew increasingly bitchy about his lack of a sex life. One evening when he came home from an unsuccessful blind date, he was so whiny about it that I finally said, "Rob, I respect that you're being selective about your next boyfriend, but if you don't quit complaining about how you need to get laid I'm going to get out my strap-on and fuck you myself." I expected a theatrical scream of mock-horror. Instead, he just blinked in surprise and stared at me. Then he arched one eyebrow and said, "How big is your equipment?"
How could I resist such a challenge? I went into my bedroom and put on my leather harness, as well as the biggest rubber cock I owned, and swaggered back into the living room. There was a moment of silence as the energy in the room shifted. Then Rob got down on his knees and started sucking my dick. I soon decided that as nice as he looked on his knees, he'd look even better bent over the back of the couch.
After that icebreaker, I fucked Rob regularly, and he returned the favor by going down on me, something he proved amazingly good at. ("Straight men think this is hard? They should try sucking a nine-inch cock!") But we never had anything like traditional intercourse. It wasn't fear of AIDS on my part. It just wasn't what we wanted to do. Rob eventually met his next (male) true love, and our sexual games faded away. But having such a nontraditional sexual relationship was definitely one of my early lessons in how sexual identities aren't always as fixed as one might think.
