Page 47 of Unrequited Sloth

Gabriel chuckled. “Not what I was referring to, but we can throw that in as well. I was sixteen when I first had sex, and seventeen when I was first with a guy, and we did everything.”

“You’ve slept with women?” asked Bobby, a bit surprised. His brothers were both gold star gays, as they referred to themselves.

“I was just figuring things out.”

“So, are you bi, then?”

“What? No, I slept with a couple of girls. Well, one was an older woman, and the other was my age. I then realised I liked dick and have never looked back. Definitely not bisexual.”

“Okay, so you knew when you were really young?”

Gabriel looked at him as if he was studying Bobby and trying to work something out. Bobby could feel his face was still hot, but at least his dick had calmed down. He still wasn’t sure what had happened there.

“Are you okay, Bobby?”

“Yeah . . . I’d better get to the gym. I’ll see you later.”

He rushed off before Gabriel could say anything else. His head was spinning. Perhaps if he talked to one of his brothers, they could help him with all these feelings he was experiencing. Now, he had to figure out which brother would be the lesser of two evils.

“Thanks for meeting me, Martin.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” said Bobby, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea anymore. “Can I talk to you about something private?”

“Of course,” said Martin, focusing on him.

“I don’t even want Ryan to know.”

“Okay, should I be worried?”

“No, it’s nothing bad. I just wanted to know if you’ve ever slept with a woman.”

Martin looked at him for a second, and Bobby could see the cogs turning in his head before he smiled and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” asked Bobby, prickling with irritation.

“Ryan owes me a hundred quid.”

“For what?”

“You want to fuck that husband of yours.”

Bobby flushed, unable to keep eye contact with his brother.

“Has something happened between you two?” asked Martin.

“No, nothing like that. I just keep feeling things and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“What things?”

“He’s got a date tonight, and I don’t want him to go.”

“Why?”

“Are you interrogating me?”

“I’m just asking you questions, Bobby. You know, showing in interest in your life, like brothers do.”