Bate Club Pt. 07

Monday morning came early. Bonnie rose quietly, letting her husband sleep in. He still had another week off work. She let him rest, closing their bedroom door behind her.

It was summer school holidays. She made breakfast for their kids while they watched cartoons on TV. Meanwhile, up in Sydney, Billy showed up for work on a building site.

Oscar woke around half past eight, blinking. If he dreamed last night, he couldn't remember anything. Before falling asleep, he remembered fucking his wife. He remembered making her eyes roll back in her head as she came all over his cock. He remembered busting on her face, and the evasive action she took in response. None of that was a dream.

He thought about the conversation he had with Billy before he ploughed his missus. He remembered the invitation he'd received from him last night, but also the difficult circumstances of accepting it.

He walked out into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Bonnie looked almost deliriously happy, as if sex last night had not only saved her marriage, but the entire world. She was Superwife. She wrapped her arms around her husband. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, beaming. "Can I make you some breakfast? I'll boil the kettle and make you a strong, hot cup of tea."

Oscar took a stool at the kitchen bench. His smile was thin. "Thanks. I'd love a cuppa, but I'm not that hungry. I'll just pour myself a bowl of cereal."

"I can get it for you," offered Bonnie.

"I'm good," Oscar said, opening the relevant cupboard. He poured a serve of corn flakes into a bowl and grabbed a spoon, and after drizzling some milk over them, began to munch.

His wife placed his morning mug of tea beside him. "Splash of milk and no sugar, just the way you like it." She rounded up the kids for daycare. "Have a nice day, babe," she said, kissing her husband on the cheek. "I'm going to work, and I'll drop the kids off on the way. We'll see you later tonight."

"Yeah, OK," came Oscar's non-committal reply. "See ya." He hugged his kids warmly before returning to his stool. As he ate his cereal, he brushed his hair away from his face.

He knew he'd fucked up. He'd fucked up bad.

Oscar rinsed his bowl in the sink. He went out for a long run before the day got too hot. Later that afternoon, he visited the art gallery. He sat on a wooden bench in front of Jackson Pollock's 'Blue Poles' for what felt like a year, losing himself in the vivid, electric colours. They almost felt like they were leaping off the canvas, pulling him into the art.

*

Later that night, he and Bonnie were standing in the kitchen. Ever since she'd put the kids to bed, she'd been giving him her undivided attention, flirting with him, teasing him. She'd done this often way back when they were dating, and Oscar loved it, but tonight, something about her behaviour didn't feel quite right. Come to think of it, she'd been behaving weird this morning, too. "You gonna come and fuck me again?" she cooed, creeping up behind him and licking his ear.

She wasn't getting the response she'd hoped for. Years of blithe disinterest had slowly taken their toll with Oscar. For him, last night was basically a hatefuck, though he couldn't tell her that. Besides, leopards don't change their spots overnight, and he suspected that deep down, Bonnie's basic attitude towards sex remained unchanged. This wasn't a new normal, this was an aberration, a blip. He felt wary and sceptical. "Don't you have an early morning tomorrow?" he tried to deflect.

"Yeah, but that's tomorrow." She was two thirds of the way through a bottle of white wine and was feeling the effects. "Right now, I'm thinking about tonight. I'm thinking about feeling you inside me again." She reached out to grab his hand. "I'd almost forgotten how good that felt."

Oscar began slowly. "This isn't ... I mean ... I'm not sure this is gonna work for me." He pulled his hand away.

"Aw, c'mon, Oscy." She draped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "Come to bed with me."

"Wait." Gently, he pushed her away. "We shouldn't have had sex last night."

"That's crazy, Oscy. Didn't you enjoy it? Like, one minute, you complain we never have sex, then when we do, you say we shouldn't have?"

Oscar ran his hands through his hair. "Like, I'm so fucking confused right now, Bonnie."

She lifted her glass and drained the rest of her wine.

"We shouldn't have had sex last night," he reiterated.

Bonnie wasn't sure what to say. She'd hoped that last night's intercourse might help get their marriage back on track, but maybe it hadn't. She wasn't sure what to say or do.

"It ... I mean, I ... like, everything feels weird," he confessed. "I tried to remember the last time you initiated sex with me. I reckon it was the Christmas before last, so a bit more than a year ago. You said yourself that something is 'switched off' inside you when it comes to sex, and ..."

"Maybe you switched it back on for me," she whispered.

"Did I? I'm not so sure. When I came on your face, you acted like I was radioactive. You used to like it when I did that."

Yeah, nah. She'd always hated the taste of semen.

"Do you know what a bukkake is?" he asked.

"No. Is it something to do with Japanese food?"

Oscar grimaced. From an oddly specific angle, she was closer to the truth than she might've guessed. He outlined the basic concept, watching her body language warp as she took it all in. It sounded disgusting, so degrading, so undignified. She couldn't ever imagine why anyone would want to subject themselves to an experience like that.

"Why are you telling me this?" whispered Bonnie, now starting to fear the worst.

"I told you a few things about bate club last night," Oscar replied, "but something I didn't tell you was how it ended. They ask for a volunteer, and ..."

"Oscy, please, no. You didn't. Tell me you didn't."

"I did," Oscar replied.

All the colour drained from Bonnie's face.

"I'm not sure how many guys were there that night, about twenty, maybe thirty, but I kneeled on the floor, and they all shot their load on me."

Bonnie was shocked to the core. Silence fell for a moment as she tried to control her breathing. She couldn't believe what he'd just told her. Two minutes ago, she wanted nothing more than to take him by the hand, lead him to bed, and have sex with him, but she didn't feel that way anymore. She remembered what she'd told her husband two nights ago: there's a difference between her wanting him to tell her, yet at the same time, her not wanting to know. This was something she would've been better off not knowing.

An image of her husband, on his knees, drenched in sperm, was tattooed on her brain. She poured the rest of her wine into her glass, gulping it all down.

"Look," Oscar continued, "we've been drifting apart from each other for a long time. I want to try new things and find out what makes me tick, but you don't. You're acting like our sex life came back from the dead last night, but all we did was three or four minutes of missionary." He paused for a second. "But it's not just about sex. With a few exceptions, our social circles don't intersect anymore." He imagined a Venn diagram where the two circles barely touched. "You're not interested in the things I'm into, and I hate to say it, but it's largely the same for me. We used to at least make the effort for each other, but you've basically stopped, and it's getting harder for me too. We've grown apart. It feels like the only things keeping us together are the kids and the mortgage. For me, that's not enough."

Bonnie felt terribly conflicted. She wasn't sure how much she respected him anymore -- not after hearing that filthy story -- but at the same time, she was terrified of being left alone. She didn't want to be a single mum. "Are you going to leave?" she whispered. She felt like throwing up.

"No ... I mean ... what ... umm ... I ... I don't know." Oscar wrung his hands. The emotional pain was intense. "I don't want to be like people from our grandparents' generation who suffer through a loveless companionship just for the sake of the kids, pretending everything's normal when it isn't. Like, don't get me wrong, I love our kids dearly, just as much as you, but it's true what they say, you only live once, and I don't want to look back in ten years' time with regrets." He paused for a second. "I know that sounds selfish, but it's the truth."

Bonnie's hands trembled. "I don't know what to say." In her heart, she'd known for a while that this moment was inevitable, but she dreaded it arriving. It was here now, and she was right in the middle of the storm, not knowing what to do.

Oscar exhaled deeply. "I'm not due back in the office until next week, and I can tell that if I hang around in Canberra for the rest of this week, we're both gonna be sad. Maybe some time apart would help us think things through."

"But we've just had some time apart," she whispered. "You were away all last week." Bonnie wondered how she was going to explain this to their kids.

"Yeah, but that was before I met Billy," replied her husband.

His wife winced at the sound of her husband's boyfriend's name.

"There's a lot on my mind now," he said. "And yours, too, probably."

"But what'll you be thinking about, though? While we're away from each other again?"

Oscar deflected. "I'm not sure. I don't really know." He paced the kitchen, trying to think. "Look, Bonnie, this isn't easy for me. It's so fucking hard being bisexual, you know? People think 'wow, it must be awesome to be bi, you can have anyone you want', but that's bullshit. Like, if I was straight, this conversation obviously wouldn't be happening, and if I was gay, you and I would never have met in the first place. It's so fucking hard, Bonnie." He tried to breathe. "Like, do you get it now?"

"Everything's gonna change," she whispered, mainly to herself. She looked at her husband, the man she'd hoped to grow old beside, with sad eyes.

"Whatever happens, I promise I'll always be there for our kids."

"But we made a promise to each other when we got married. Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore?" Bonnie weighed up her fear of insecurity against her disgust at what her husband had just told her.

Oscar exhaled. Fuck, this was difficult. "I still love you, but in a very different way. I think I love him like a partner." His shoulders sagged a little. "I think I need to go back to Sydney tomorrow. I know we can't afford me spending another week in a hotel, but maybe I can stay at Billy's place. There's a spare room in his house."

Bonnie's bottom lip trembled. "You've only known him for a week, Oscy."

"Yeah. I know."

"Up against ten years with me."

Oscar didn't reply.

"I don't get it. Like, you're not the impulsive type."

"Yeah. I know."

They stood facing each other for what felt like a year.

"I can't think straight anymore. I've got work in the morning." Bonnie turned and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She lifted the toilet lid, kneeled, and threw up. Over the past week or so, she'd felt sad, confused, anxious, hopeful and today, deliriously happy, but it had all come crashing back down. All her emotions felt close, crowding in on her, much too close to process. Right now, she felt far too numb to cry.

After wiping her face and drying her eyes, she sat on the toilet seat with her head in her hands. A decade of almost complete certainty had come to an end, and right now, she couldn't tell what the next hour held in store for her, let alone tomorrow.

She thought back over the past few years. She wondered whether things might've been different if she'd taken more interest in Oscar's bisexual life. He'd made such sacrifices for her, saving it all up for one explosive week in Sydney each summer, while rejecting every female offer that came his way. She knew her husband was fire, even if she struggled to appreciate it herself. Of course he'd had offers, she knew that. Of course he'd been propositioned, and he'd turned all those women down for her. Shouldn't she have been grateful? She worried now that it was all too late. Her mind still reeled with his bukkake story.

She worried that she'd placed too many boundaries around her husband, applying too much pressure, and that he'd eventually break her shackles. The truth was far more innocent: Billy had just come along at the right time. While his home life had been less than completely fulfilling, Oscar hadn't been seeking escape.

Oscar stood in the kitchen, desperate for a pee. He opened their laundry door and walked out onto their back steps. A thin drizzle fell. He flopped it out, listening to the hiss as his warm liquid watered a patch of his freshly mown lawn. Other than the rain, the night was quiet.

Bonnie finished up in the bathroom, knowing she'd sleep tonight with far more questions than answers. She wasn't sure whether Oscar would lay down next to her or sleep in the spare room, but she left the bedroom door ajar, giving him the option.

He took the spare room. Crawling under the thin cotton sheet, he texted his boyfriend.

Oscar: hey

Billy: hey, how's the nation's capital this evening

Oscar: hot and raining, how's shitney?

Billy: about the same, plus humidity

Oscar: hey so if i came back up tomorrow for a few nights could i crash in your room?

Billy: you serious mate?

Oscar: yeah ... i can explain tomorrow ... it's totally ok if you're busy but

Billy: ill be on site 2mrw but then im gonna take the rest of the week off

Oscar: awesome ... this is so fucking hard

Billy: i know

Oscar: like we've got a house, we've got kids ... this is putting a lot on her, but i swear i wasn't looking to find someone last week, i mean i've been unhappy for a while but i kind of resigned myself to 'this is the rest of my life' and then u came along

Billy: fuck dude im so sorry ... i mean i tried to warn you off ... i told you i was trash

Oscar: yeah but i love trash

Billy: *giggles* sexiest grouch ever ... cant wait to see you 2mrw mate

Oscar: same. love u

Billy: love u too

Oscar fired up his laptop and bought himself a bus ticket for tomorrow. He didn't know what time Billy was likely to finish work, but he knew there was no point rushing up at sunrise. He'd sleep in, aiming to arrive in Sydney late tomorrow afternoon.

*

The house was quiet when Oscar woke up on Tuesday morning, and there was very little noise outside. Bonnie had already left for work. He threw the cotton sheet back and hauled himself out of bed. The wooden floorboards felt unseasonably cool on his feet. Padding to the kitchen, he made himself a cup of tea. He dropped a couple of thick slices of bread into the toaster. A minute or two later, they popped back up, golden brown. Spreading sweet strawberry jam, he began to eat.

He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. "Dear Bonnie," he began. "I can't say for sure I know what I want in life, but I know what I don't want, and I don't want this. I don't want to get out of bed, go to work and bring home a wage, with nothing of fulfilment or connection to show for it. We hardly ever talk, we don't engage, and we don't do fun stuff on weekends. Everything between us feels so completely different to how it felt when we first hooked up, and if I can be presumptuous, I reckon you feel that way too. It feels like you're clinging onto me because you're scared, and I totally get it, because I'm scared too."

He rested the pen on the counter for a second, thinking. He didn't want his note to come across quite this condescending, but the words were on the page, and he didn't have enough time to change them. He checked his phone. The bus to Sydney would leave in an hour.

"This isn't goodbye. I'll never say goodbye to you, Bonnie, because our kids are just as important to me as they are to you, but I need to separate them from us, if that makes any sense, because if ours was a childless marriage, I reckon it would've ended well before now." He took a deep, settling breath. "I don't know what happens next, but all I know is he's into me, and I'm into him. I need you to know that I never lied to you when I said I was bi, but also hetero-romantic. I've always felt that way. This is all new to me, and it's a bit scary. I've never considered what it might be like to have a relationship with a guy, but here I am, wondering now, and I need to find out, because I probably won't get a second chance."

Oscar drank the rest of his mug of tea. He rinsed the vessel under the kitchen tap, leaving it to dry in the drainer.

"I'll be back in a few days. It's up to you if you want to ring me tonight or not. I'd love to hear from you, but I also get that it might be too hard, especially tonight. This is so fucking hard for me, Bonnie, and I'm sure it's even harder for you, but I need to do this, and I need to find out. I know you've got friends to lean on, and I hope that you do. I just want you to know that I still love you, but the way I love you now is quite different to how it was ten years ago."

A tear rolled down his cheek. This wasn't a scenario he'd ever envisaged when he and Bonnie tied the knot all those years ago. He thought they'd be together forever; he thought she'd always understand.

Oscar threw some fresh summer clothes and his bathroom bag into the luggage he'd only just hauled home two nights ago. He dropped his laptop into his backpack, making sure he had a bottle of water for the trip, plus something to read. Checking that his phone and wallet were in his pocket, he closed the front door behind him and walked towards his local bus stop.

*

Oscar arrived in central Canberra fifteen minutes before departure. At the terminal, the bus was already idling in its bay. He bought himself two salad sandwiches. Climbing aboard the coach, he smashed the first sandwich into his face before the bus even moved. As usual, he'd bought two seats, so the seat next to him was vacant. The bus rolled out onto Northbourne Avenue, and even though he'd had a good night's sleep last night, he nodded off. It was the only way he could make his mind stop whirring. He woke up again about an hour out of Sydney. He yawned and stretched. His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Billy: u still coming back up today

Oscar: i'm on the bus rn

Billy: when do you get in

Oscar: about an hour

Billy responded with the smiley face emoji.

Oscar gazed out the window, trying to remember Billy's address. He knew the street, but not the number. He'd text him when the bus pulled in.

To Oscar's complete surprise, Billy was waiting at Central Station when the bus arrived. He looked like he'd come straight from the construction site, still wearing his bright orange hi-viz vest. He held his hard hat on one hand, and a dusty toolbox lay on the ground by his side. Oscar stepped off the bus into the blinding Sydney heat.

"G'day, stranger," said Billy, grinning ear to ear. "Haven't seen you in a while."

They'd been apart for three whole nights. "Yeah. Been ages." Oscar's heart was on fire.

"What brings you back to the big smoke?"

Oscar gazed into Billy's beautiful blue eyes. "You." He wrapped his arms around the redhead's skinny waist and pulled him close. Their lips met, their mouths opened, and their tongues were reacquainted with each other all over again.

"How long are you back up for?" asked the brickie.

"Not sure," said Oscar. "I need to go back to work on Monday next week, so I can stay here for a few nights." He paused for a second. "Are you sure it's OK for me to stay at your place?"

Billy chuckled. "Don't be such a fuckwit."

Oscar smiled, feeling completely welcome. "What do you wanna do tonight?"

"Bate club's on again," Billy grinned. "Wanna go?"

"Fuck yeah."

*

They caught the train to Newtown. Laura, Billy's trans housemate, was sitting on a stool at the kitchen bench, working on her laptop. "Hey, slut," Billy piped, closing the heavy wooden front door behind him.

"Hey, skank," hollered Laura from the other end of the house.

"Want you to meet someone." He led Oscar by the hand into the kitchen. "Oscy, this is Laura, she's a cunt. Laura, this is Oscy, he's my boyfriend."

Laura's eyes widened. "You have a boyfriend? No fucking way!" She slammed her laptop screen closed and ran towards Oscar, hugging him closely. "I never thought this slutty fuckin' root rat would ever land a serious boy. He must be finally growing up. Anyways, welcome to our family!" Oscar felt Laura's tits nuzzling into his chest.

"Oscy's just gonna drop his bags in my room for a few nights, if that's cool with you."

"Course it is!" Laura checked Billy's new boy out, looking him up and down. Her dick twitched under her skirt. He was total fire.

"We can catch up later, bitch," said Billy, "but me and Oscy are gonna head out tonight."

"Bate club?" asked Laura.

"How'd you guess?" Billy pretended to be surprised.

"I'm not allowed to go to bate club," said Laura, addressing Oscar. "I've got a dick, but I've also got tits, which apparently are surplus to requirements."

Oscar laughed. He knew. He'd felt them pressing into him when she hugged him. He checked her out. She was a little shorter than he was. Her hair was black, cut into a shoulder length bob. Her eyes were brown, and her septum was pierced, as was her lower lip. She wore a tattered black t-shirt with the logo of a punk band on it, and a tartan skirt. Her feet were bare, but he noticed her toenails were painted black, and he spied a tattoo on her right ankle.

"Sorry you can't come," said Billy, jokingly poking his tongue out at her. "You're just not cool enough to hang with the hot boys like Oscy."

"I'm not doing the bukkake tonight, Billy."

Laura gasped. She knew about the tradition. Her housemate had told her all about it. "You did that?" she asked.

"Yeah," Oscar admitted. "Last week."

"What was it like?"

"Listen, bitch," Billy interrupted, "you can ask Oscy all about his life story later, but right now, we need to get going."

Laura knew he was joking. "Enjoy your communal fapping, boys."

"Are you gonna go out dressed like that?" Oscar asked.

Billy was still wearing his work gear. "Fuck, bro, I should get changed. Gimme five minutes."

During those five minutes, Laura engaged Oscar in polite conversation. She learned he'd grown up in western Sydney but spent some time in the inner west, which meant he knew the local area. She also learned that he moved away to Canberra about ten years ago. She learned that Oscar identified as bi, and she wondered whether he was into trans women. Laura remembered that Billy had described this sexy Latino-looking dude as his boyfriend, a word she'd never expected to pass Billy's lips, and parked her hopes.

"C'mon, bro, let's get going." Billy wore a t-shirt, a pair of loose-fitting shorts that draped across his kneecaps, and a pair of Converse sneakers. "Fuck, wait a sec." He slunk back into his room to spray some deodorant under his arms. "OK, let's go. I wanna grab a feed first, and maybe a couple of beers." He paused, throwing his backpack over his shoulders. "Bring yours, too. We'll each need something to stow our clothes in."

"See ya, Oscar," said Laura.

Oscar gripped his backpack in his fist. He waved over his shoulder with his free hand, having no idea he'd been scanned so intensely.

Laura waited until the boys were gone before retreating to her room to masturbate.

*

Half an hour later, the boys were at the Beresford Hotel, a couple of blocks away from bate club. Sitting in the beer garden, they shared a couple of medium sized woodfired pizzas. A pint of beer sat in front of each. "It's gonna be hot in there, bro," warned Billy.

"I know. We should make sure we're hydrated," Oscar agreed, reaching for his ale.

Billy's mouth was full of pizza. He spied Steve, one of the organisers of bate club, sitting on a nearby table. He waved.

"Hey," said Steve, wandering over.

"Hey," Billy replied.

Steve remembered the hot Latino dude from last week's event. "Hey," he said, offering a hand.

Oscar accepted. "Nice to see you again."

"You recovered from being bukkake'd into oblivion last week?"

Oscar chuckled. "I'm glad I had that experience, but tonight, it's someone else's turn. I had to go to a chemist after to get some eyedrops. My eyes went pink."

Steve raised his eyebrows. "So you're coming again tonight?"

"Yeah," said Oscar.

"Hang on a sec," Steve quizzed, "last week, I thought you said you lived in Canberra?"

"Yeah, I do," he confirmed, "but because of this sexy prick sitting next to me, my marriage is falling apart." He clocked Billy's surprised reaction. "Nah, that's not true, it isn't his fault, but we grabbed a beer after bate club last week and we seem to have hit it off. I went back home a couple of nights ago, but me and the missus aren't getting along, so I guess I'm back."

Steve was surprised. He didn't know Billy very well, but he knew he had a colourful past and never expected him to find someone. He hoped the Canberran knew what he was getting into.

"It's OK for me to bring my boyfriend to bate club, isn't it?" Billy inquired.

"Sexy fucker like this?" Steve gazed at Oscar. "No probs."

It felt to Oscar like everyone in the world wanted him, except his wife.

"Anyway, boys, I'll leave you to your feed," Steve concluded. "Pack in those carbs. See you in a bit."

"100%," Billy replied, raising his pint glass in salute. "Good pizza, bruh," he said, turning back to his boyfriend as he lifted another slice and smashed it into his face.

"I fucked her," said Oscar.

Billy nearly coughed up his mouthful of food. His eyes went wide. "What? You fucked your missus?"

"Yeah, but I kinda wish I didn't."

"You got your last hetero root in, bro," Billy smirked, "just like I said. Tell me. What happened?"

"I got home on Saturday arvo, dropped my bags, and straight away, we were talking about stuff. I told her about you, and she challenged me about being hetero-romantic. And like, she had every right, because that's what I'd always told her -- that I'm bi, but I couldn't ever imagine myself in a relationship with a dude."

"Bruh," whispered Billy. The homewrecker ran his fingers through his short-cropped red hair.

"And so then she asks where I met you, probably thinking it was on Grindr or some shit, and I told her I met you at a bate club. She didn't know what that meant, so I had to explain the concept. I think it was too much for her to think her husband sat in a dark room masturbating with naked men to gay porn, so she jumped in the car and went for a drive. I headed into the city and caught up with a mate from work, basically just for some company."

Billy ate, listening intently.

"So later that night, we talked a bit more, then she went to bed. I think she said she had a headache. That's when I slept in the spare room and you and I had phone sex."

"Fuck, bro, that was intense," said Billy. He sipped his beer. "You made me bust so fuckin' hard, Oscy."

"Yeah, same, dude," Oscar grinned. The boys clinked their beer glasses together. "Anyway, I went for a long swim on Sunday morning, then later that afternoon, I tidied up the yard. I'm pushing the lawnmower around, and there were a few damp patches of grass here and there, but I got the job done. Later that night, she and I talked some more, and, like, dude, she was desperate. I mean, I can't believe I'm talking about my fuckin' wife like this, but she's never been into anal, and she's saying shit like 'you can have my arse'. It felt so fucking weird, like, so fucking out of character, that it scared me a bit."

Billy swallowed his mouthful of food. "You can have my arse anytime, Oscy," he whispered, leaning closer, grinned like the devil. The light glinted off his sexy nose ring. "Except it's not my arse, it's my puss."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt," smiled the half-Latino. "I'm trying to be serious. Do you wanna know, or don't you?"

"Course I do," whispered Billy.

"That's when you texted me and I told you she was crying, and I remember you said that I should go and look after her." Oscar slugged his beer. "I knocked on our bedroom door, I heard her say 'come in', but for the few seconds that followed, my mind is a total blank. I can't quite remember how I got there, but suddenly, I'm rock hard, she's wet, I'm on top of her, and my dick's buried."

"Did she cum? You made her nut, bro, right?" Even though he was gay, Billy hoped his boyfriend knew how to satisfy a woman.

"Like, she busted almost straight away, which surprised me, given how rarely she initiated intimacy between us. She lay there, moaning quietly, letting me plough her."

Billy was boning up under the table. "Did you fuck her slow, or fast?"

"Fast, I think." Oscar tried to remember. "I mean, for me, it wasn't exactly a moment of tenderness. It was a ... it was ... I guess ... like, fuck, like, I wanted to dominate her. I guess I wanted to show her what she'd been missing out on, what she could've had, and what she wouldn't get ever again."

"Dude," Billy whispered. He started tickling the head of his dick through his shorts.

"Like, her pussy leaked, and I could feel her squirt on my leg as it dribbled down her thighs, but the rest of her body was almost unresponsive. She didn't try to kiss me or embrace me, I mean, she basically just let me fuck her like she was a sex doll." He paused for a second. "Until I pulled out to cum on her face, that is."

"Fuck, bro," seethed Billy, silently wondering if Oscar had ever fucked a sex doll for real.

"Well, we've already got two kids, so it'd be insane to knock her up again." Oscar sipped his beer. "Anyway, so I'm jerking myself off over her face, and she's shielding herself from my spray like it's poison. Her eyes are closed tight, her lips are jammed shut, like ..."

"If only she knew what you got up to at bate club," Billy mused.

"Yeah, so I told her about that yesterday morning."

Billy gasped in surprise. "Fuck, Oscy. How'd she take it?"

"She looked at me like she thought her husband was complete cringe. I mean, think about it. She didn't want me to bust on her face, but her husband let thirty strangers cum on his own."

"Yeah, bro," Billy chuckled, "yeah, that's totally cringe." He checked the time on his phone. "One more beer before we head off, mate?"

"Yep," agreed his boyfriend, "sounds good." He watched the sexy brickie push his chair back and wander confidently over to the bar.

Oscar knew there was so much more to his Canberran homelife that Billy would never understand. Households are difficult things, and while his relationship with Bonnie had grown stale, there were good memories to savour. He got lost in reminiscences, just for a moment, thinking about good times with his wife that were almost certainly gone forever.

Billy returned to their table with two fresh pints. "Cheers," he said, taking a slug. "I'm gonna need a long piss after this, Oscy." They talked for the next fifteen minutes or so, maybe twenty, before Billy leaned back, stretching. "Bladder's gonna pop in a sec, bruh."

The boys were done here, and if Oscar was honest with himself, he needed a leak too.

The air in the bathroom was thick and warm. It was another hot night in Sydney, and there wasn't a pub in town that'd waste money air-conditioning a space people only occupy for a minute or two. The natural stench of the room, amplified by summer, was masked by the nauseating whiff of weapons-grade disinfectant. Blowflies and mosquitoes congregated and swarmed.

Billy unzipped his shorts and fished it out. He wasn't hard, but he felt a little thicker than flaccid. He got a stream going, and his straining bladder began to splatter its liquid cargo into the urinal.

Oscar stood beside him, his own dick in his hand. He was mesmerised by the sight of the redhead's cock spewing urine. He relaxed, and a thick stream of piss waterfalled from his own dick. As their warm yellows thundered down, the boys felt waves of heat radiating back off the bright metal surface of the urinal.

Mid-piss, Oscar felt a warm hand tickling his shaft. "Nice," said Billy. As Oscar looked down, he was surprised to see Billy's fingers cup under his stream, collecting a sample of his piss. Oscar's eyes were wide like saucers as he watched the redhead lift his fingers to his lips.

"Did you just drink some of my piss?" asked the incredulous Canberran.

"Yeah, bro. Tastes good." A few spurts and drops continued to fall from Billy's cock, but he was just about to finish up. "You've never tasted a dude's piss before?"

He'd made women squirt in his mouth, but that was a very long time ago, Besides, he'd never quite unlocked the mystery about whether squirt was piss or something else. "No," replied Oscar, but right now, he was curious as fuck.

"Quick, Oscy, before it's all gone," Billy teased, and before Oscar could think, his hand gravitated to the head of the redhead's cock. Billy groaned, arching his back as he squeezed out a few last precious droplets onto Oscar's inquisitive hand.

Oscar licked his fingers, tasting a man's urine for the first time. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest. Luckily, nobody else had ventured into the bathroom.

"What does it taste like?" asked Billy.

"Dunno," replied Oscar. "Bitter? And a bit salty?"

"Sounds about right," the redhead smiled.

They zipped up, washed their hands, and kissed. Out of the corner of his eye, Billy watched their piss-wet tongues mash together in the bathroom mirror. Oscar's eyes were closed, with his arms wrapped around the redhead's neck, enjoying the moment to its fullest. "I wanted to jerk you off into the urinal, Billy."

The redhead broke the kiss, staring into Oscar's dark brown eyes. "And now the kinky side of Oscy emerges," he grinned.

"I wanted ... I wanted to watch ropes of your thick cum smash against the wall and slowly snake their way down the drain." Oscar, nearly breathless, started kissing his boyfriend's neck. "I don't care about bate club anymore, Billy, take me back to your place and fuck me."

The bathroom door finally swung open. Someone was coming in. Reflexively, the boys sprung apart from each other. Billy pretended to straighten himself up, innocently brushing down his clothes, but Oscar was too rattled and anxious to control his body language. He could feel his cock straining against the zip of his pants. The space felt stiflingly hot and faintly claustrophobic, and while all he wanted to do right now was to close his eyes and suck in some deep and settling breaths, the air was fetid. He panicked and ran out of the room.

"Oscy, wait!" Billy ran after him, finding his boyfriend out on the street. "You OK, bruh?"

"Yeah ... it's just ... it's just that guy who came into the bathroom while we were kissing startled me." Oscar's heart was racing.

Billy wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "We don't have to go to bate club if you don't want to."

"I want to," Oscar nodded.

"You sure?" tested Billy.

"Yeah." Oscar ran his fingers through his hair. "Let's go."

Hand in hand, the boys walked back the few blocks back towards Oxford Street.

*

The boys stripped naked. The air was chilly in the change area, seriously air-conditioned. They threw their clothes into their backpacks, then secured them in their lockers with the electronic sensor embedded in the thick rubber bands that circumnavigated their wrists. Their stuff was safe.

To freshen up, they took a quick shower together. The Canberran wrapped his towel around his waist; Billy did the same. They climbed the short flight of stairs up to the bate space, and waves of heat smacked them in the face again. Steve was there to greet them. "Welcome back, boys," he said. "Enjoy your feed?"

Billy knew the drill. The next few minutes would be spent engaged in small talk, which allowed some time for everyone to check everyone else out. Oscar fielded a brace of polite, non-intrusive questions from Steve about his past, plus an inquiry about why the fuck would anyone in their right mind ever want to live in Canberra, which he answered with Billy's arm clamped around his waist. A small bulge appeared at the front of Oscar's towel. He was ready to get going.

"There's some chilled water here," said Steve, "and some disposable cups. It gets hot as fuck up here in summer. You might've noticed last time you were here, but for privacy, there's no windows. This means the air gets trapped in here. We've got the aircon cranked up to the max, but even so, it's no match for Sydney's humidity and three dozen sweaty naked men jacking off."

"Yeah," said Oscar. Steve's words washed over him. He was feeling a little bit anxious. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Steve.

Oscar reached out to stroke the front of Steve's towel. "Can I touch it?"

Steve dropped his towel, exposing six thick inches of uncut meat. His black pubes were like a tropical jungle. "Sure you can, mate," he grinned. "I mean, that's what we're here for, right?"

Billy pegged his towel against the wall, and it was game on. Two or three dozen other towels fell to the floor around them.

Oscar wrapped his fist around Steve's warm penis. He would've loved to suck it, but he knew the rules. Billy tugged himself as he watched his boyfriend's hands moving up and down another man's shaft. "It's really thick," Oscar praised.

"Thanks," said Steve, accepting the compliment.

Intimate conversation suddenly became impossible as high energy techno music began pumping around the room. Oscar stroked Steve's growing slab for a few more seconds before Billy tapped him on the arse. "Come with me," he screamed into Oscar's ear. Grabbing his hand, he led him into the porn room. Four screens each showed different scenes. On the first, a bunch of American frat dudes pummelled a hungry blonde bottom into oblivion. On the next, a well-endowed twink sucked his own cock. The third screen showed a classic Bi-Latin Men three-way scene from days gone by -- Oscar was very familiar with this clip -- and on the fourth, the boys watched a grainy vintage clip they assumed was from the 1970s where a black guy and a white guy jacked off in a public toilet, facing each other.

The boys sat down and started stroking. "Fuck, bro, I love bate club so fuckin' much," Billy confessed.

Oscar's eyes were wide, taking everything in. He felt his boyfriend's hand stroking his thigh, creeping up, ever up, until his fingers were tickling his sensitive balls. He spied a cute Asian on the other side of the room, touching himself.

"Which scene are you into, Oscy?"

Oscar leaned closer. The music was loud. He pointed to the second screen. "That latino scene over there is a fucking classic, but right now, I'm fixated on that horny guy sucking himself off. It's like he can't get enough of his own dick." Right on cue, the twink unloaded into his own mouth. "Fuck, dude," Oscar screamed in Billy's ear, "did you see that?"

"So fuckin' jealous, bro. Like, if I could suck my own cock," the redhead replied, grinning ear to ear, "I swear I'd never leave the house."

The boys settled into a slow rhythm. Nobody was in any hurry to cum; everyone took their time, enjoying the porn.

"I'm gonna wander around for a bit," declared Billy.

Oscar stayed where he was, his eyes flittering across the screens. He stroked himself languidly for a few moments until he felt a familiar presence sit down beside him. "Having a good time?" yelled Steve.

"Yeah," said Oscar. Steve took his breath away by leaning over to suck on his nipples. "Fuck," he whispered as he felt Steve's teeth playbiting his tits. His muscled chest stood to attention.

"You like that?" Steve inquired, feeling Oscar's nipples harden on his tongue.

Oscar's eyes rolled back in his head. His cock stood rigid. He felt Steve give it a light slap before stroking it a little. He felt Oscar's breath catch, and he knew he'd gotten him close.

"Don't cum yet, man," said Steve, standing up and walking away. Oscar's eyes were fixated on his host's sexy cheeks as they slithered away. He softened a little as he played with himself, watching the porn. For a second, he wondered what Billy was getting up to, but the hot Asian dude he'd spied earlier on the other side of the room sat down next to him.

"Hey," said the stranger.

"Hey," said Oscar.

"I remember you from last time," said the Asian. "From last week. You were the one that ... you kneeled, and we ... are you gonna do that again?"

"Not tonight," Oscar admitted. "Not me."

"I came all over your face," said the Asian.

"Yeah, you and two dozen other horny dudes," Oscar volleyed. The Canberran felt a fist clutching his cock, beginning to stroke it. "Too hard," he winced, and almost instantly, he felt his neighbour's grip loosen. He closed his eyes as the stranger massaged his sensitive shaft. Seconds later, he felt a weight land beside him. Even with his eyes closed, he knew it was Billy: he could smell him. He felt a mouth hungrily kissing his neck.

"Having a good time, bruh?" asked the redhead.

"I'm dead," came Oscar's reply. "So many sexy dudes."

"Plus me," joked Billy.

Oscar's eyes snapped open. He grabbed Billy's jaw and pulled him in for a deep, desperate kiss. The Asian's grip on his cock never faltered as Oscar's mouth opened wide, even wider, forcing himself deeper into Billy's sweet face.

Oscar climaxed. His first few ropes smashed against his toned abs; the rest of his warm offering gently pooled around the Asian's knuckles. He felt the stranger leave, watching him licking his hand clean.

"Fuck, Oscy," screamed Billy, "that was insane."

Oscar's spine had melted into jelly.

"I love you," Billy hollered.

Oscar was almost non-responsive.

"I love you," Billy reiterated.

Oscar's eyes fluttered open. "Kiss me again?" he asked.

The boys met in a deep, sensuous embrace. Oscar closed his eyes. Streaks of white lightning flashed across his retinas. Galaxies collided. Universes formed and exploded. An infinite amount of time passed by.

A thin trickle of spit conjoined their lips as their kiss slowly ended and their faces parted. "I love you too," Oscar whispered.

Billy couldn't ever remember feeling quite so happy in his entire existence. He grabbed Oscar's hand and led him into another part of the space where men kissed, teased, squeezed and frotted. Oscar watched Billy gently teasing the fuck out of a balding fifty-something year old man, before moving on to a bespectacled elderly gentleman who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, despite finding it difficult to sustain a consistent erection.

Oscar knew he was flaccid. Other than the elderly gent, maybe he was the only bloke in the room who wasn't erect. "It's gonna take me a minute or two to get back up," he yelled at Billy. The techno music was insanely loud.

Billy remembered what happened back at the pub. "Come with me," he said. "I know how to get you hard again." He led Oscar to the bathroom.

There was only one bathroom in the bate club -- it would've been pointless building one for women. Billy's palm pushed the door open. There was no communal urinal, like there was at the pub; instead, five or six individual ceramic receptacles were mounted on the wall at an appropriate height.

At least the music was quieter in here, though the insistent bass rhythm still pummelled through the wall and the floor.

"I want you to jerk me off into one of these," said Billy, pointing at the ceramics. Oscar's cock had already begun to twitch at the thought. Billy noticed. "Yeah, bruh, that's the shit," he said, reaching down to tickle the underside of Oscar's scrotum. "Jack me off into one of these piss things," he said, not quite sure what to call the pearly white bowls.

Oscar stood behind Billy as if he was about to fuck him standing up. He spat into his palm and reached around to clutch his boyfriend's piece. He heard Billy moan as his fingertips teased the sensitive head of his dick.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, dude," Oscar confessed, "but it's against the rules."

Billy turned around. His piercing blue eyes penetrated Oscar's dark brown ones. "You can fuck me if you want to, bruh. Fuck the rules."

Oscar decided to sail as close to the wind as possible. He was hard again now, but he didn't want to bust again so early. He turned Billy back around to face the wall before resting his shaft between his arse cheeks. Slowly, he began to thrust back and forth. It was as close as he could get to fucking his boyfriend without penetrating him.

"Fuck, bruh, you're such a fuckin' tease, bro, you know that?" Billy seethed. His pussy twitched. "Just spit on your hand and fuckin' slam it into me, Oscy," he pleaded. "You know how bad I fuckin' want it."

"Rules are rules, dude," said Oscar. He kissed Billy's sweet pale neck as he continued rubbing his cock against his boyfriend's crack.

Billy's head was spinning with lust. Something about wanting his boyfriend to fuck him, but not being able to because of where they were, fried his mind. "Fuck, bro ... like ... uhh ... fuck ... I fuckin' want you to ... fuck ..."

"You want my dick inside you, don't you, Billy?"

"Fuck, Oscy ..."

"Tell me." Oscar's shaft rubbed back and forth.

"Dude, like I want you to fuck me so fuckin' bad, bruh ..."

"We can't."

"But Oscy," Billy pleaded, nearly whimpering.

"Like I said, rules are rules." He gripped the redhead's shaft a little more tightly, picking up the pace. "You gonna cum for me, dude?" Oscar's mouth was on Billy's ear, licking and biting. "You gonna cum into the toilet for me, you sexy cunt?"

Billy felt Oscar's sweet breath on the back of his ear. His back arched as he moaned. Oscar sucked hard on the redhead's neck as he felt his boyfriend starting to twitch in his hand.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccck," Billy sighed as his first rope of semen smashed into the bright white tiles of the bathroom wall. His next few hit the target, landing in the ceramic receptacle.

Oscar watched as thick globs of the redhead's sperm slid down the wall into the drain. He felt Billy's shaft beginning to deflate. He was giddy with happiness as they left the bathroom, sitting back down to watch some more porn. The scenes had changed. On the first screen, they saw a compilation of amateur middle-aged bears playing with their nipples. The second showed a tatted Latino thug wearing a chastity cage, sweating as he squatted down onto a fat dildo. The third showed a muscly Brazilian towering over the camera as he jerked off, his load eventually splattering all over the lens. And on the fourth screen, they saw a chubby redneck on a farm laying on his back in a barn, fucking his fat pussy with the thick wooden handle of a hammer.

"Which scene are you watching?" asked Oscar.

Billy shook his head in amazement. "Fuck, Oscy, they're all hot, but the one over there" -- he pointed at the fourth screen -- "fuck, bro, I'd love to be jamming that hammer in and out of his hole."

Oscar remembered Billy's occupation. "Hot tradie sex," he said.

"I'm gonna need to make sure I've got a good quality hammer in my toolbox," smirked the redhead. "You never know when you might need it. Especially at break time."

The boys kicked back for a while, casually stroking each other's dicks as they watched porn.

Steve sat next to Oscar, stroking himself. The Canberran looked down. His mouth salivated. He wanted to bury his face in those thick pubes, sniffing deep.

"You boys went to the bathroom together?" said Steve. It wasn't really a question.

Oscar gulped. "We didn't fuck, if that's what you're asking."

Steve raised a half-disbelieving eyebrow. "I don't wanna be a cop, but bate clubs have a history and a tradition ..."

"I jerked him off into the toilet," interrupted Oscar.

Steve looked over at Billy, seeking corroboration. The redhead grinned like an angel, nodding.

"Is that OK?" asked Oscar, reaching his hand down in between Steve's warm hairy thighs. "I don't think we broke any rules, did we?"

Steve had to admit Oscar's explanation was hot like fire. As he felt the Canberran stroking him, his dark eyes fixated on the porn. He believed Oscar, but he didn't answer. "Which screen are you looking at?" Oscar asked, gingerly tickling Steve's anus.

"The blokes playing with their nipples," Steve replied, spreading his thighs a little wider.

Oscar leaned across to suck one of Steve's juicy tits into his mouth.

"Fuck," Steve hissed. His hands rested on the back of Oscar's head, pulling him into his chest, almost suffocating him.

He felt Oscar's fingers comb through his pubes. "They're so thick," said the Canberran.

"I grew 'em myself," joked Steve.

Techno pummelled their ears as Oscar's fist pulled Steve closer and closer to climax. "I wanna make you bust," he yelled in Steve's ear. "I wanna feel your lava drooling all over my hand."

Billy jacked himself off, watching his boyfriend sucking on Steve's hairy chest.

"You gonna cum for me?" Oscar teased. "I swear, dude, me and Billy didn't fuck in the toilet. I just jacked him off, just like I'm jacking you off now. He busted against the wall, but I want you to bust in my fingers." He kissed Steve's neck. "You gonna give me your load?"

Steve's husband watched from across the room as he melted into Oscar's tender fingers. Thick, pearly white rivers of sperm flooded over Oscar's knuckles, pooling between his thick thighs.

Oscar lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. "Your milk tastes good."

"Can I taste?" asked Billy.

Oscar fed his boyfriend what was left.

*

Later that night, Steve prowled the room asking for a volunteer.

"Do it, you fuckin' wuss," challenged Oscar, elbowing his boyfriend in the ribs.

Billy remembered something Oscar had told him after bate club last week. He'd said yes to everything, and right now, it didn't seem like such a bad philosophy. "OK," he said.

Oscar's eyes went wide. "Wait, really? You're gonna let everyone cum on you?"

"Fuck, bro, if you can do it, why the fuck can't I?"

Oscar nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement. "My only advice is to drink lots of water first."

A few minutes later, a sexy and well-hydrated redhead kneeled on a cushion in the middle of the room, ready to receive. The music had been turned down just a little. Billy was ready. He remembered how bloodshot Oscar's eyes were after he did this last week, but at least he knew where the nearest late-night pharmacy was.

Twenty, probably thirty loads of cum rained down on Billy's face, neck and chest. Some missed, but most hit. His hair was matted, his tongue was drenched, his eyes stung, and his mouth tasted like the sweet nectar of man. His cock was hard, right on the edge. "Where's Oscy?" he yelled.

"Right here," replied his boyfriend.

"You gonna hose me down, bruh?" pleaded the redhead.

"Yeah, nah," said the Canberran. "I'm gonna feed you instead. Open wide."

Oscar pushed his cock as far into Billy's mouth as it'd go. His boyfriend's throat opened, and he felt the tip of his tongue as it tickled the top of his ballsack. Everyone in the room saw Oscar's shaft bend and flex as it unloaded deep into the hungry redhead's throat. The other thing they saw was Billy's hand jerking himself off furiously, busting all over his chest and stomach as the taste of his boyfriend's sweet semen flooded his mouth.

*

The boys showered and dressed. Oscar was done first; unsurprisingly, Billy took a little more time. Oxford Street pulsed outside, but the Canberran waited patiently in the shopfront area downstairs for his boyfriend to finish.

Eventually, Billy appeared. "Fuck, Oscy, I need to go to the pharmacy." Rubbing his eyes, he turned to the guy behind the counter. "If you had a suggestion box here, I'd say maybe stock some fuckin' eyedrops. Cum stings like fuck, dude. Place like this oughta fuckin' know, right?"

The Canberran chuckled. "C'mon, there's a Priceline on the next block. Feel like a beer after?"

"Once my eyes come good, mate, I reckon I could fuckin' strangle a beer."

Oscar grinned. "Let's go."

The night was warm and humid, but there was no rain.