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Gary came on the scene a couple of years before me. I met him first when he was eighteen and he had come down to my home city. He was a strikingly beautiful guy. He immediately caused a sensation. Every guy, young and old wanted a piece of his ass. I did too, but never went there. It's not that I probably couldn't have if I had really tried. But Gary was a friend, and to be honest, I cared for him too much to want to take advantage of him the way so many other guys did. He had come from a difficult home situation. He was, deep down, a really nice, intelligent guy.
But he -- as many like he did and do -- fell right in with the worst elements on the scene; drugs, alcohol, and courting rich daddies. He turned from the affectionate, cheeky, loveable though erratic Gary I met first into a cruel, conceited, though evidently unhappy young slut who masked his suffering with sex, drugs and the favours of wealthy middle aged bastards who treated him like a doll. And eventually, there was a point beyond which we couldn't go. My mates and me lost Gary. He ditched us. The last time before this story's occasion that I met (or rather, just saw him) was in a gay sauna, drunk, laughing and causing a scene. He was `performing' in one of the larger rooms for an audience of guys, both our age and older. He was lording it over them, mocking and shoving out the ones he didn't fancy. I remember looking at this and thinking "if he goes on this way in 20years he'll either be dead, or in example the same position as any of those lascivious old gits he's presently teasing and humiliating".
Fast forward to just a few months ago. I'm in the sauna early on a Sunday morning, having spent the night there with little luck. I'm a 43year man, still (I suppose) alright looking but with the trademark beer belly and sagging arse of a tired older scene dude. For the past hour, some very loud, obnoxious, guy has been in a cubicle near by, making an ass of himself. He evidently thinks he's a lot more than he is. I haven't actually seen him, but otherwise guys have passed by and been insulted by him when they stick their heads round the door to see what's on offer. Most seem to be indifferent or positively uninterested, and that's even before whoever it is in there begins hurling insults at them. I ask one of these, a slightly older guy I know, who this irritating asshole in the cubicle is. He says he doesn't know, but that he's a drunk, tubby middle aged queen with a bad dye job. He says that he's been down in the steam room throughout the night (I didn't encounter him there) coming on to all the young lads and being rejected and humiliated by them. From what I have been listening to, I'm wondering whether it's only alcohol that this raucous gobshite is on.
Feeling tired and in a humour to just leave without busting my nut, I wander over to the cubicle to see this asshole for myself. He's gone a bit quieter. I push back the door;
Jeez! It's Gary! ....is this really Gary?! Fuck ....he looks like shit. This dude I see lying on the grubby plastic bed.... could this really be my old mate, Gary? The incredibly beautiful lad I knew and had real affection for 20years ago? I might not have aged exactly like Brad Pitt, but.... jeez Gary.... I almost feel like tearing up. The old affection and tender feelings I had for him coming swimming back up. I feel real sympathy, regardless of the way he ended up treating us back then. I discover I still have a profound fondness for him. Is it love?
He recognises me and I see a flash in his eyes of a knowing shame. Then I see a look of the Gary I first remember meeting. I enter the cubicle and lock the door behind me. I slip in beside Gary. We kiss...we never did that in the old days...and I let my cock slide in between his now-flabby thighs. We are here too, two guys, formerly the hot stuff of twenty years ago, now washed up has-beens. But we're together at least. In fact, when we get to fucking, it's incredible. I mean, incredibly beautiful. We might not be anything like we were, but this sex is love making. I cum between his legs as he jerks himself off. We're not even looking at the twink porn on the screen of the cubicle. It's just us.
After so long. Gary and I are finally together.
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