Sex + Love

August 11, 2011

What is this Love? Part 3 “The Chub and the Club”

More articles by »
Written by: Kyle
Tags: , , , , , , , ,
what is love 3

I was sweating bullets. I was so nervous, but I was so turned on. Voyeuristic, public kinda things really get me hot.

I closed my eyes again. Listening to the rushing water I thought of him and I in the shower together. Our skin barely touching, connected by the steam. I could feel his breath on my shoulder. His lips glided against my neck, sending shivers down every inch of my body. Then, the soap. Of course, the soap. Irish Spring, I imagined. How butch. He took the bar and started lathering my chest hair from behind. His dick was getting hard and I could feel myself losing control.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you about the hot water in the shower!”

He burst in. He just came right in. My heart stopped. My body grew rigid. I couldn’t move.

“Oh I’m. I’m sorry”, he sputtered. He left, closed the door gently.

I must have been in there for a minute. My fantasy lasting much longer, I completely was unaware that I forgot to lock the door. But who barges in, anyway? Whatever. It didn’t matter. My life was over. As the Toronto hipsters say, OVAH!

I must have stood with my hand still down my pants for at least five minutes after he left. It had obviously retreated into a dark place of shame. I felt it. Shrivelled. Alone.

I snapped out of my daze to hear him knocking on the door again. “Hey, um, you ok? I mean, it’s cool, no worries.”

OMFG, I was making it worse by just standing in there. I had to get out! Like, yesterday!

I contemplated the window, but that seemed a tad dramatic. Just a tad.

So I quickly put back on all my damp clothes. Waited a bit. Open the door and bolted for the door.

I didn’t see him after that day. Not by his choice. I was constantly screening his calls and avoiding his facebook messages. He said it was ok, but I just couldn’t bring myself to see him.

I mean, I feel like it was worse than the time my mom caught me trying to fuck a watermelon when I was 15. And that was traumatizing! Mom never could look at a watermelon at a family picnic the same again…

I eventually bumped into him at a club one weekend. Two months later. Our eyes locked and we drifted close together. What he did next was very unexpected and I guess was his was of clearing the ice.

The music blaring. The smoke and strobe lights flashing in our eyes. He said hello with one hand as the other lowered and grabbed my cock. My mouth must have been gaped open with shock as the next thing I knew his tongue was in my mouth and our lips were sealed together.

Everything stopped. The music. The lights. The drunk bitch in the corner talking about how not “mainstream” her new shoes were. Everything. I went to a place. A place that I had been begging myself to visit one day. A place that made me feel like I was invincible and I could do anything I wanted. He smelled like everything good in the world combined with everything else good we as humanity had yet to discover.

The blood rushed through me. It exploded through my lips and tongue. We were locked in this simple series of heartbeats.

“WOW!” I said. “Amaze!”

“I thought you’d like that”, he belted in my ear.

He gazed in my eyes. I could see them drop slowly and follow through to my chin, neck, chest, stomach. Finally his eyes just looked at my crotch. He must have been wasted. I just got there. Only a few Jaeger bombs in.

He looked up.

“You wanna get some air?”

We emerged on the “terrace”. Bumping music. Hot boys everywhere. He grabbed my hand and we walked through the crowed. My heart sank. Where is Pablo? And do I need to assemble my army of ninja lesbians to protect my gay-boy ass? They and their legion of cats could take down a whole set of Pablos.

He led me to the bar. Right to the front. Some twink gave me attitude about budding in front of him. I just turned around and licked my lips. His nose turned up, he scoffed and went on his fairy way. It’s like the animal kingdom out there. I was bordering on Bear but hadn’t earned my paws yet. Actually, I had no idea how to “earn my paws”. I was lost.

“Whaaat?!” I yelled.

“What do you want to drink!”, he said.

“Tequila”, I said. “Let’s get this party started.”

To be continued…


About the Author

|Contributor & Photographer| MA in cultural and political communications. Currently live in Montreal with my boyfriend and his cat, Shakira. Writer, #hashtagabuser, slow food advocate, culinary master, avid photographer, hopeless romantic, handsome pants, part-time lumberjack, occasional super hero, determined professional, master of witt, and self proclaimed food and wine junkie.



What is this Love? Part 9: The Clean-Up

This is a fictional boymance/mystery series exclusive to The Gaily, from contributor Kyle Vaughn Roerick. Catch up with parts 1-8 here. This time, whispering was no longer an option. The noise that came out of my gut, my chest...
by Kyle

Sad Man

What is this Love? Part 8: Pablo’s Apartment

This is a fictional series. Catch up with parts 1-7 here. Ricky and I left my apartment with as much haste as humanly possible after such an ordeal. He was still shaking and I held his shoulders and kissed his neck. We walked a...
by Kyle


So You Wanna Get Strapped? The Gaily’s Strappy Shopping Guide

Buying and using a strap-on may feel a little out of place at first. I mean, as a woman wearing one for example, you may feel like, “well ok, so here’s this dick in front of me, slightly attached and I’m going...
by Team Gaily



My Big Fat Straight Marriage

A Note to all the RCMP detectives who frequent The Gaily on a daily basis; this story is not about me. I am straight, uncool and have only been to Montreal once. For Space Camp when I was 12. I remember hearing, prior to the pa...
by Kristi

masturbation feature

M is for Masturbation: Kristi talks plugs, sleeves and dildos

May is National Masturbation month (hooray!); and while not required, sex toys are a great way to enhance your masturbation! And since it’s the trendy thing to write about this May (jezebel!) I’m going to write abou...
by Kristi

Screen shot 2012-02-07 at 11.02.32 AM

Guelph Is So Gay! A Lesbian Coming-of-Age Story

Every morning when I wake up… okay I go back to sleep. But when I do wake up (for the 6th time) I thank god I am gay. I never thought this day would come because for as long as I can remember, my sexuality was always some...
by Nikki



What is this Love? Part 7: “The Body”

I was unsure what to do. I was panicking on the inside while trying to keep my cool on the outside. Ricky seemed inconsolable. I tried to snap him too and get his attention. I needed to know exactly what happened. “Ricky!...
by Kyle


What Is This Love? Part 6 – “one, two, threesome…”

A part of me cringed when I heard his voice say, “Come on!” Is this really happening? Screw you, Pablo! I yelled in my head, then subsequently realized that this actually was my chance to literally screw him. I turn...
by Kyle

what is this love

What is this Love? Part 5 “Pablo Nerudic”

Read the last instalment of What is this Love? Part 4 here. “Who the fuck are you?!”, Pablo’s screeched, in a surprisingly fruity tone. For his build and size, I just well, expected him to be a little more butch. ...
by Kyle


One Comment

  1. Ty

    OMG Kyle!

    Great piece, so many people are following this story.. it’s hot hot hot.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *