MY BIG FAT GAY LIFE

Day 1 Narrative 3 - Justin

“Seriously,” I said to the hand on my cock, “does that ever work? Do you think I’m going to have sex with you right here and now? By not respecting me, all you’ll achieve is to make me not want to shower in public anymore.”

The hand recoiled as if stung. I finished my shower, dressed, and went to work.

Day 2 Narrative 5 - Patricia

Have you ever been bored? Have you ever been so mind numbingly bored that you would do anything to feel alive? I am that bored.

Day 3 Narrative 3 - Sebastian

“Having fun?” Ruth asked.

“Yep!” I replied. “It’s great to see Doris again. Jack seems like a nice guy.”

“Guy?!” Ruth exclaimed. “Jack is short for Jackie. She’s a woman!”

I was gobsmacked; totally stuck for words for a change.

“That explains the manboobs,” I said eventually. “I thought he was a bit out of shape.”

“Nooo,” Ruth laughed. “They’re real boobs.”

Day 4 Narrative 2 - Tony

It turns out that the filthy bastard didn’t rape me just the once: I could now remember many occasions where he'd sexually abused me. After several weeks of therapy with Sebastian, I’ve almost gotten my head around the things in my life that I didn’t understand. The main thing was this contradiction: how come I, a man (well… teen) who's disgusted and traumatised at the thought of another man sticking his cock up my arse, desperately wants Bilal to do exactly that? Part of me wants Bilal to roger me until my loud squeals turn into quiet whimpers, but another part of me just can’t handle the thought of that sort of intimacy.

Day 5 Narrative 2 - Donovan

“How could you shoplift from Tesco?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road so she couldn’t see the twinkle of humour in them.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” she answered icily.

“But seriously,” I pressed on. “Tesco? Couldn’t you go a bit more upmarket and shoplift from Debenhams?” I laughed loudly, unable to control myself any longer. Her face softened and she joined in the laughter.

Day 6 Narrative 3 - Kento

I was dreaming of Bruce. It had to be a dream; he was standing on a revolving platform, and no matter which direction he faced he always presented a face to me. The faces changed as he turned: one face was sweet and loving, another was deceitful, another was mocking, and yet another had crazy eyes. A pounding on the door woke me up, dissolving the parade of faces.

Day 7 Narrative 4 - Justin

“Let’s play mind games with the homophobe,” I said to Sebastian, grabbing his hand in mine. We walked slowly up to the homophobe, hand in hand.

“Repent sinners!” he commanded.

“For what? Being in love?” I asked him.

“Do you believe in God?” he asked in return, ignoring my question. There was a fire and passion in his eyes that I could admire under different circumstances.

“Actually, I don’t,” I answered him. “However, from all the hype I hear about Him I’d like to think He was accepting, loving, and forgiving.” I looked at Sebastian, who was grinning widely.

“God will forgive you if you repent your wicked ways,” the homophobe stated.

“Do I have to repent now? Can’t I do it just before I kick the bucket?”

“When your day of judgement comes, He’ll know if you’ve repented in your heart,” the homophobe stated.

“If you’re right about all this,” Sebastian spoke up, “I’ll really have egg on my face when I turn up for judgement.”

“That’s better than having cum on your face, Dear,” I said, causing Sebastian and the homophobe to both stare at me, opening and closing their mouths like goldfish.

Day 8 Narrative 2 - Kento

As this was our fourth session, I knew three things were guaranteed to make Piggy cum: spanking, pissing on him, and grinding my boot in his face. Today he’d requested all three. I was trying to pace it out for him, but the water I’d drunk in preparation to piss on him was passing through me faster than I thought it would: I’d have to hurry up the pissing scenario.

Day 9 Narrative 1 - Matt

“I know what my moment was,” Kento said. “I was twelve years old, and had to go to the dentist. I was sitting in the chair, and the technician was preparing me for the dentist. She leaned over as she put the bib thingy around my neck, and her uniform had a wardrobe malfunction. An enormous breast sprang out as if it were alive and leaped at me! It landed on my face like an alien in the Sigourney Weaver movies. I couldn’t breathe! I thought I was going to suffocate.”

Day 10 Narrative 5 - Justin

As Arthur settled into the sofa, I picked up the duster and started dusting. These cleaning gigs are rarely about the actual cleaning: they’re about the show. I turned my back to Arthur, giving him a full view of my arse as I bent over to dust the coffee table. I normally spent the first few minutes of a job with a new client trying to determine if they preferred the front view or the rear view, and then tailored the show accordingly.

Day 11 Narrative 5 - Justin

I put my head in my hands and wept, softly. Before too long, my weeping turned into a gut wrenching sobbing. I was heaving and gasping for breath, with enormous sobs wracking my body. Eventually I calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Donovan, looking up into his eyes. “I didn’t want to put that on you.”

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Day 12 Narrative 3 - Tony

When I was naked I sat next to him on the bed, and then I reached over and grasped his cock in my hand.

“Uh oh!” he exclaimed, and he shot a load of spunk. It spat into the air, arced a metre away and landed on our clothes.

“Good!” I exclaimed. “Now you won’t be as sensitive.”

Day 13 Narrative 5 - Sebastian

“I hate you,” I spat venomously at Matt. “I also love you. But it’s not a healthy love. It’s a love born of fear and dread, almost a Stockholm Syndrome form of love. People think that love and hate are opposites, but they aren’t. They’re actually very closely related, and it only takes a mere instant to waver from one to the other. The opposite of love and hate is actually complete indifference."

Day 14 Narrative 1 - Rory

Finally! Barbara and I were making long, slow, sensual love. I kissed her throat, and she sighed. I moved down to her breasts, cupping each one with a hand and alternating kisses on each of her nipples. She moaned, and her body squirmed beneath me. I slowly moved down her abdomen, licking and kissing as I went. She arched her back with pleasure. I moved down further and wrapped my lips around her cock.

Wait a minute! Her cock?!

In a panic, I looked up at her face. Justin’s handsome face smiled down at me.

Day 15 Narrative 2 - Sebastian

“They should never have gotten together in the first place,” Matt said through a mouthful of half-chewed food. “My father was an abusive cunt who beat my mother and me relentlessly.”

“Really?” I asked him, loading up the fork with some scrambled eggs.

“No,” he responded, “but that’s what you want to hear isn’t it? Or at least something like that. Some reason why I should grow up so damaged.”

Day 16 Narrative 2 - Kento

“I think I’ve created a niche market that’s too small,” I told Ian. We were having breakfast together before he left for work for the day. “My regulars are becoming less regular. I understand it: in this current economic climate the first things to go are luxuries like dominant masters. Even Piggy only comes once a fortnight now.”

Day 17 Narrative 4 - Mark

As Drag Queen Lizzie, I do two sets every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night at Ruby Slippers. As Mark Lee, cum-guzzling and piss-drinking slut, I lie in the urinal at Ruby Slippers at least four nights a week. Very few people realise the two people are actually the same.

Day 18 Narrative 5 - Toni

“Fuck!” he screamed, emphasising the word with a boot to my stomach. Pain flooded my abdomen and I curled up into a ball. Then the frenzy started: all three were kicking me at once, viciously and brutally.

The last thing I remember before passing out is spitting out some of my teeth.

Day 19 Narrative 5 - Patricia

When I arrived home, I went to Donovan’s room, grabbed the cock-shaped door handles, and threw open the doors.

“Hi Honey!” I said, and then stopped in my tracks. Donovan looked at me, the veins on his face throbbing, his face red and streaming with sweat, and wearing an expression on his face that was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Ryan looked at me and smiled. Donovan was impaled on Ryan’s cock.

Day 20 Narrative 4 - Matt

With a quick movement, Patricia reached out and pulled the tray away from the side of my face. The tray contained tubes for drinking, the remote control for the TV, but most importantly it also held the call button for the nurses’ station.

Patricia smiled, and it sent ice-water coursing through my bloodstream. Her smile contained no warmth at all, and I actually started to fear her. If I hadn’t been catheterised, I would have pissed myself.

Day 21 Narrative 1 - Kyra

White! They made me wear white! I can’t stand white. It’s so… boring! If I have to wear clothes, then I want to wear something colourful. It could be worse I guess; they could have made me wear pink. I don’t hate white anywhere near as much as I hate pink!