Ryan orders two steaks, medium-rare, with fresh steamed vegetables and something called potato straws on the side. We split bruschetta as an appetizer and a bottle of wine. The moment our waiter leaves, Ryan leans across the table with a gleam in his eye. “So, tell me. Why does a straight guy get into the gay for pay business, anyway?”
“Money,” I admit with a shrug. Really, is there any more to it than that?
But he wants specifics, so I tell him. “When I was in school, me and a buddy used to…you know, fool around a bit. Just to get off. It wasn’t gay or anything.”
“Hmm.” Ryan nods as he sips his wine. I don’t know if he’s trying to be encouraging, or if he doesn’t believe me.
“I’m not into guys,” I assure him. “We just screwed around, there was nothing else to it. I mean, I had a girlf
