Submitted by lilgay last March 16th 2007, 05:03 AM

Category: Fantasy Stories

This is the first part of multi-part fiction story about a gay detective's life, so I hope everyone enjoys it!

Felix Aimes was tired. Not tired as in sleepy, but just tired of his living hell. He had an apartment smaller than a breadbox with rent that only Donald Trump could even dream of paying, a divorce that was long and was the living equivalent of putting out a fire with gasoline, and his love life when he wasn't in the midst of arguing with his ex-wife had gone to hell. The only thing he found comfort in was bourbon, and of course the bar had none. He thought it might be easier just to go to his apartment, grab his gun, and blast his pain away. How would they feel about that?

He was getting more and more drunk on Budweiser, sadder and sadder about his life, and angrier and angrier about the bar's lack of bourbon, that he was completely unaware of the guy eyeing him from across the bar. Eventually, he came over and, as we all know how one thing leads to another when you're so drunk that your body's alcohol content is higher than its water content, they ended up in the other guy's apartment. They were busy making out, but they figured out a way into the bedroom, and Felix tossed off his wedding ring as they collapsed on the bed.

The next morning, Felix woke up with the biggest hangover in his life, which is saying a lot. He groaned and rolled over... to see the other guy staring back at him. "AAHHHH!!!" Felix yelled as he tumbled out of the bed in surprise. "Moring, sleepyhead!" said the other guy cheerfully. "Who the hell are you?!" Felix yelled, confused. He winced at his voice. "Don't you remember? Or were you too drunk to remember anything?" "Shut it, wise guy! Tell me who you are, what we're doing here and why the hell I'm buck naked!" "OK. I'm Ray Toren, we met at the bar last night, we came up here and we hed sex." "Yeah, right. I'm straight, idiot. So unless you hit me in the head and did me while I was passed out, you're lying." "Nope. Look, you're wedding ring is on the nightstand over there, where you through when he fell on the bed last night." Felix looked, and sure enough, his ring was there.

A flashback hit like a ten-ton hammer. He remembered eating Ray's cock hungrily, and Ray's sticky cum blasting all over his chest. He remembered Ray telling him to get under him, face-down. He remembered having sex with Ray- and loving every second of it. "What's the matter, straight boy? Having a little flashback?" Ray's voice jerked him out of his thoughts. "SHUT UP!" Felix roared, angry and confused. "Calm down! You'll learn to live with being gay eventually," Ray said, a little intimidated. "But... but I... I can't be... am I?" Felix asked himself as tears rolled down his face. "Don't cry, Felix. You're too cute to worry yourself about these things. It isn't something you can change." Felix couldn't control himself. He burst out sobbing. "Oh, here, if this doesn't cheer you up, nothing will." And so saying, Ray leaned over and kissed Felix on his lips.