SLUT IN THE SKY: PART DEUX.

  

So, recently I blogged about me muse: Gay-Jason. You can read 'SLUT IN THE SKY: CONFESS!ONS OF AN ASPIRING PORN STAR' here.

Yesterday afternoon, I was on my way home from work (new job) when my friend and neighbor - Hank - invited me back up to our pool. Gay-Jason had returned. For those of you who couldn't read the prior post on Gay-Jason, it's worth a read. That being said, Gay-Jason is me muse. He's a bright-eyed bushy tailed mess of a 24 year old, freshly here by way of North Carolina/Orlando, Florida. Gay-Jason is a flight attendant by day (sometimes night) and he flies to regular engagements as a Go-Go-Boy for the dark lights of night. Gay-Jason has zero self-awareness and tends to throw himself out there for scrutiny. While you may find us cold and catty, I find our experiences with Gay-Jason hugely entertaining and I wish no harm for this little "twink". Side note, a "twink" generally refers to a smoothly shaved or naturally non-hairy, young gay, generally appearing to be under the legal drinking age. "Twinks" are most notably attractive to other "twinks" and old men who can barely stand up, but have no problem charging their credit card. Gay-Jason practically has a stamp on his forehead: "Will suck dick for generous donation." After all, this is the same guy who said: "I'm a top, but I'll bottom for a dollar!" Case and point.

I arrived home and walked Scooby quickly, but became overwhelmed with tire and retired to my bedroom - i.e. no man's land. No survivors in there... My friend Hank however had the pleasure of sharing his experiences with my muse and here I will paint the story as best it was relayed to me. 

Gay-Jason arrived at the pool in his same attention craving 3-d male anatomy exhibit, otherwise known as his bathing suit. He arrived with a friend - Rod, who was a young 20's "twink" as well, fresh off the boat from Florida, much like Gay-Jason. They congregated by the pool with Hank. Rod was cute - rather attractively actually, sweet, and fresh off a few starring roles in gay porn. Clearly he was Gay-Jason's mentor. The afternoon started with irreverent stories of stupidity out by the pool. Hot-Rod as I'll call him and Hank seemed to be in a nonverbal agreement that Gay-Jason was a hot mess. 

All of a sudden, a neighbor of ours - Bernardo, came up to the pool with a few friends. Back story on Bernardo is the following: he's a 40-something, attractive Latin gay, with a substance-filled lifestyle. To say I've seen Bernardo more coked up than sober, on a daily basis, is the understatement of the year. If Bernardo's in tow, begin herding the village for casualties. That party is raging... Any-who, Bernardo came up to the pool, margaritas and an excess of tequila in hand, along with his boy of the moment and a few other friends. These are the guys who feel like they own the town. Realistically, if I'm licking coke off my face at 40, on a school night, I may reevaluate my situation, but Bernardo seems happily content - minus the lack of sleep, rage, and jitters. These boys come up, svelte with six-packs galore, a cocaine-fueled high, tiny speedos and oodles of energy. Upon arrival, Gay-Jason jumped at the opportunity to join this clique. He made himself accessible, bent over constantly, and bragged about his stripping endeavors. At first, Bernardo and his friends took to the fun. They began to throw shade in Gay-Jason's direction almost immediately. Gay-Jason has door-knocker earrings strung through each of his nipples and Bernardo felt it was time to mock them. "Are you sure those things are sanitary?","Have you ever thought of piercing your ears - with those?","Do you want us to yank them??" These were just a few of their taunts. Gay-Jason, naively answered every question with a Go-Go-Boy answer: "As sanitary as the dollar you're gonna shove down my bathing suit..." While he may have thought he was appealing to the coke whores at the pool, Gay-Jason was only fueling their jokes. 

As the margaritas began to flow, Bernardo and his friends seemed to grow tired of Gay-Jason and his silly antics. There's only so much fun you can have with such a mess... Quickly, they turned their attention to Hot-Rod. Hot-Rod was not quite as gullible, but he filled out his swim trunks well and with a group of drunken, drugged up queens, he was golden. Gay-Jason kept interrupting the conversation, but mostly he fell on deaf-gay-ears. 

All of a sudden, "Check it out!!" was screamed by Gay-Jason as he cannonballed into our pool, splashing the entire patio. Side note: our pool is more of a wading pool, only about 3.5 feet deep at it's deepest point. I've never seen anyone cannonball in. Ever. Although annoyed by his actions, no one paid him much attention. As alcohol was flowing and the afternoon was turning closer to night, Gay-Jason - somewhat inebriated - began to grow quiet. Had he realized he was the pit of the afternoon's jokes? Did he finally catch on or was he just drunk? Had the jokes gone to far or had Gay-Jason? Either way, he stayed silent for at least 30 minutes, visibly not present.

But just as the sun was going down and the roof began to grow cold, Gay-Jason resurfaced. As everyone began to close up shop, packing up their pool supplies, ready to leave and set into the night, Gay-Jason took another leap - back into the pool. This time, when he came up, his trunks were floating in the water a few feet away from him. While this would normally be an embarrassing episode, Gay-Jason had a different reaction, as if he had planned it. "Oops.. I'm naked." No one stopped what they were doing. Gay-Jason, undefeated and seemingly back to his resident state of delusion, grabbed his bathing suit and got out of the pool. The bathing suit was not returned to his bare cheeks right away. He needed to show the group. "How funny was that, guys?? LOL!!" Gay-Jason announced this before slowly returning the trunks to his nether region. Everyone chuckled.

Don't ever change Gay-Jason. You have entertained beyond your years. 

Thank you. Come back soon.

Thoughts or opinions?