Trent is a Slut by GA Hauser

Author:GA Hauser
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
Publisher: GA Hauser

Chapter 8

Parry was in his kitchen eating a ready-made meal he’d just microwaved. His phone rang and he put his fork down and picked it up off the counter. It was a call from Antonio.

“Hey,” Parry said, sitting back down at his kitchen table.

“You’re not going to believe this.”

“Try me.” Parry sipped from a glass of ice water.

“One of the women on the dating site is really amazing. We video chatted and she wants to go out.”

“Cool!”

“And… I noticed you updated your profile… how does it feel? Scary?”

“Yeah, a little.” Parry poked at the remainder of the food but didn’t eat anymore. He was full.

“Did any gay guys contact you?”

Parry thought of Trent. “Um… no.”

“Well, it’s early, and you have to join gay guy groups or something. I mean, how will they find you?”

“Bars.”

“True.”

“Are you going out tonight?”

“I wasn’t going to. It’s Sunday and I figured I’d just stay in. What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Antonio said, “I was just going to hang out.”

Parry picked his plate up and took it to the sink.

“You want a straight wingman?”

After running the water to rinse the plate, Parry replied, “You’re funny.”

“No, I’m bored, and you helped me get a date. I figure it’s only fair.”

Parry looked around his small apartment. “Hmm.”

“Could you be motivated?”

“I could be. I guess. But, sometimes when a guy sees another guy with someone, he thinks they’re a couple.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I mean…” Parry thought of what Trent had said about seeing him near the bathroom. “Never mind. Yes. I do want a wingman. Screw it.”

“What should I wear? Where are we going?”

“There’s a gay club near that place we had lunch earlier. I’ve never been inside it. Are you game? You could get hit on.”

“I don’t mind getting hit on. I’m there for you.”

“Wow.” Parry took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Hey, it was your poetic words and choice of photos that got me a date. It’s the least I can do.”

Parry checked the time. “Okay. Well, meet me in front of that restaurant and we can walk to the club.”

“When?”

“An hour?” He put his glasses on.

“See ya there.”

Parry hung up and washed the dishes from his meal. He was tired from a stressful day but anything was better than doing nothing for six hours but watch the idiot box.

Now he had to find something to wear. And the worst part? Even if a guy approached him tonight? All he’d be thinking about was Trent.

~

Trent sipped a Cosmo while hanging around in a gay club watching a video screen. Nearly naked men were dancing under dim, rotating colored lights, and his buddies were nearby, trying to shout over the blasting techno beat.

He was slightly hung-over from the drugs he’d taken, but had come down from them. The booze was boosting him back up once again. He wasn’t driving tonight, so…

Trent scanned the dancing bodies, seeing a few very nice specimens of male beauty. He’d also had his cock sucked previously by several men in the club, who, he noticed, deliberately did not catch his eye.

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