Borrowing Just

Chapter 5: Gage and Dax-1

Chapter 5: Gage and Dax

Adorable Gage and I had drinks at a gay bar called Rainbows in the city. I admit, the guy was fun, young, sweet, charming, and nothing like the picture his uncle painted him out to be. Gage was a flamer all the way. He had wispy hands, used like in almost every sentence, wore feminine clothes, had glitter on his cheeks, smoked Capri cigarettes, drank blue martinis, and was very catty. Truth was he didn’t have a problem picking up guys. He landed one about every ten minutes after we entered the bar. Before I knew it, he was on his knees and blowing some hunky and nameless jock in one of the bar’s corners.

Armin and Just joined in on my adventures at Rainbows. We had longneck beers together, chatted at a round table, did shots of whiskey, and danced the night away.

Gage left the bar with two jocks, which convinced me that a threesome was going to take place in someone’s city apartment. Before leaving the bar, he nailed a kiss to my right cheek, and explained, “I’m going to let my uncle know that you were very polite, debonair, and cared about me. You're a gentleman all the way, Benry. Thank you.”

“I appreciate that,” I screamed over a Lady Gaga hit about clapping hands together.

“Just don’t tell him who I really am,” he requested.

I sealed my lips with an invisible zipper and two fingers, and said, “Our little secret. Gays all the way.”

He was then pulled away from my side by the two jocks and led into the city for a night of some heavy s*x—good for him.