It was really fun to see him again in person, we always got along really well and laughed a ton. We decided to just buy wine and hang out and my place. He was athletic and had a really nice, tan body. In the last two years he was looking a lot better. Long story short, he was becoming more open about his sexuality and hooking up with guys.
One time on the phone, Kyle said to me, “I think I might be a little bit… bisexual?” I had to ask tons of questions and it was like pulling teeth getting answers. I spent my teens watching early 2000s Suite 701 and Broke Straight Boys gay porn, like come on.įast forward, after college I moved away for a couple years and we kept in touch. He was still a gangly teenager with a really nonsexual personality and I wasn’t into it. I won’t deny that I wasn’t curious to see what Kyle was packing, but I also wasn’t attracted to him. More like I saw tons of dirty laundry, comic books, and art supplies. So it was his word against anyone else’s and I sided with believing he was straight because we spent so much time in the same room together and never once saw a boner outline, gay porn, heard him jacking off at night, nothing. Everyone said otherwise, but he was really committed to that status and I never saw any hard (haha) evidence to prove otherwise. Kyle lived in where we had both gone to college together and I had just moved back there from being gone a couple years.īackstory: in college, Kyle was adamantly straight. We’ll say his name is Kyle and mine can be Ryan. Let me tell you about the times I finally got to suck my old college roommate’s cock.
Hey everyone – I’m retelling this through my memory of the events.