Alex M. / Lucas

Everyone thinks that Steve and I are lovers.

It’s an understandable mistake, because, in the ten years since we first met, we’ve become virtual Siamese twins, completely inseparable as we tour the bars or cruise the parks after dark together three or four times a week.

We both prefer it that way.

Some guys like to cruise on their own and you never see them exchange even a single word with anyone unless they’re trying to get into his pants.

But Steve and I like to compare notes while we’re out - and then have a good laugh about it if we’ve ended up leaving a place empty handed.

Our favourite bar is “Uncle’s” in the old part of town. OK, it’s not the most fashionable place to be seen, but the beers are cheap and the entertainment’s fun because Uncle - who, invariably to any new customers’ surprise, is a real person - has an especially good eye for boyish talent in all its forms.

And one particular visit to Uncles last February sure turned out to be more of an adventure than we’d anticipated.

By the end of the evening Steve and I had arranged to take home Uncle’s two newest go-go boys. They were just 18 and had only started work that night so we were pretty pleased to have beaten the rest of the guys in the bar to it.

Lucas and Alex were, luckily for us, quite different in appearance from each other.

While they both had the hot bodies that any dancer needs if he’s going to attract patrons into a gay bar, Alex was the sort of blond beauty that Steve liked best while Lucas’s dark hair and colouring made him my idea of perfection.

We’d had quite a few drinks with our new buddies before we got back to my apartment and by then any inhibitions that Alex and Lucas may have had were well and truly gone.

After their exertions on stage, the boys asked to take a shower and - much to Steve’s and my surprise, given that they’d only known each other for just a few hours - they said they’d take it together.

Not only that, but they invited Steve and me to watch what they promised would be an extra-hot performance, even better than their earlier ones at Uncle’s.

By now any performance, whatever the quality, was likely to be a hot one in my small, over-populated and steamy bathroom, but it was pretty obvious that the boys were pretty well turned on by the developing scenario and were more than eager to deliver on their rash promise.

Even though novices in the sex trade, Alex and Lucas were already professionals - a mixture of natural talent and Uncle’s famously exacting training, I guess. Slowly the two boys circled around each other, gently touching each other’s bodies in a sort of ritual dance.

They’d hardly done anything at all yet, but Steve and I had already to loosen our belts and the top buttons of our pants as the booze and the supercharged atmosphere of raw sex began to get to us.

When Alex leaned forward and pressed his mouth to that of his dark-haired friend, Steve and I, right up close as we were, could see quite clearly that this was no play-acting. These boys had something going between them, all right.