I am reading "The Swimming Pool Library" by Alan Hollingshurst (because, rather than work my way through the canon of Canadian literature as I should be doing, I decided to read the 10 Greatest Gay Novels of All Time in an attempt to make my yaoi more believable), and I'm also reading Ken Follet's "World Without End" a medieval historical novel in which all the characters have improbably modern attitudes.
"The Swimming Pool Library" is beautifully written and rather horrible. Its independently wealthy, beautiful, aristocratic, intelligent young gay protagonist lives for nothing but sex. When he's not actually engaged in sex he is thinking about sex. He literally does nothing else with his life. There are no women in this book at all, except for a sister who is mentioned but hasn't yet made an appearance. All the white men in the book fetishize black men, and all the black men are beautiful, ill-educated, sulky, and biddable, and work as boxers or waiters or valets. The protagonist does have a close friend (also gay, but their friendship is mostly platonic) who actually works for a living, as a doctor, but we only ever see him as an object of the protagonist's fond pity, as he (the doctor) constantly fails to get any action due to the fact that he's going bald, whereas our 'hero' effortlessly seduces all the young beauties his doctor friend lusts after in vain. Much of the novel takes place in the showers of a gentleman's club in London.
It's a fascinating but repellent read.