Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 19:13:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: a a <fly_guy_51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Falling for the Straight Guy

Disclaimer: This story is a mostly true experience of mine
in college that occurred recently. The ending though, is
purely fantasy. Names have been changed to protect the
"innocent." Rights reserved by the author. All members in
the story are age 18 and older. If you are under the age of
18, why are you even on Nifty anyway?

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I never wanted to fall
in love with a straight guy. In fact, through my whole life
I have been opposed to any type of affection toward straight
men. I base this on that fact that I wouldn't want a woman
hitting on me, so why would a straight guy want me hitting
on him?
That is why the situation I am experiencing is so strange. I
never wanted this to happen and I still oppose it, but some
things just happen in the weirdest ways.
In fact, James really isn't even that cute. He's about 5'7"
tall, which is a little shorter than me. He has wavier hair
that hangs down a little past his collar line in the back.
He also dyes it blond, but it always seems like you can see
his light brown roots. He has a normal body, but has some
athletic talent.
I'm kind of a normal guy. I am about 5'9" tall and I weigh
155 pounds. I also have a normal body and a little athletic
talent. I have short brown hair, usually spiked in the front
and brown eyes with green flecks, sometimes people tell me
they are completely green.
So like I said, I never expected to be in love only two
quarters into my college career and especially not with a
straight guy. I fell in love during the second quarter for
some reason or another. If I had to put my finger on it, I
would say that I feel really comfortable around him. You
know the times when you just lay down and know someone
cares? That is how James makes me feel.
He is also really intelligent, which is always a big plus.
He is a triple major in philosophy, history, and English. A
lot of times we stay up into the early mornings talking
about anything until three a.m.
When I first met James, I never though I would fall in love.
I was the first gay guy he met and he the second time he
ever saw me I was holding hands with another guy. He said
that it was okay and that it didn't bother him. We started
growing closer throughout the quarter and I had learned to
trust him.
When we came back after winter break, I started to hang out
with him a little more (many times in a larger group of
friends). It was funny though because we started to have a
flirty relationship going on. He would say something sexual
and then pretend to bite his lip or his fingertip (the Dr.
Evil type of move from Austin Powers). There were other
things that made my mind react strangely.
He once said that he would cream his pants if he touched a
guy's pecs. He also spooned with one of our guy friends in
his friend's bed. He was also very liberal in giving hugs to
everyone and taking things I said in a sexual connotation.
Truly, after a time, I get really annoyed at his constantly
hitting on me. I mean, not only had I fallen for him, he was
messing with my mind, or so it seemed. Why would anyone hit
on a gay guy if they weren't interested? So at the start of
spring quarter I decided to post a disclaimer on my profile
saying that if a straight guy hit on me, he was subject to
be hit on by me. I was hoping to curb his hitting on me and
concentrate on finding a gay guy.
That is kind of ironic because more than one person
(probably a half dozen people) really thinks that James has
bisexual tendencies. I have always thought that he was
straight. I guess this is also strange because until I tell
them, most people don't think I am gay either.
Finally I developed a plan with the disclaimer. Every time
he hit on me, my response would be more sexual. I told him
this and that the third time he hit on me I was going to
kiss him. He responded with one short statement, "Maybe
after you kiss me I'll quit hitting on you."
By now, I was ultra confused and didn't know what to think.
James and I started hanging out more, one on one, going to
functions by ourselves, playing cards together online, and
even video games not bothering to ask anyone else to play. I
was really falling for him hard by now.
Finally one day we were in his room and he said something
very sexual toward me and then bit his fingertip and coyly
smiled at me. So I decided to fire back. I said something to
the affect of, "you'd like that wouldn't you?" and
seductively licked my finger.
He then laughed and said, "Enough, it's time for you to go,"
and escorted me out of the room.
A few days later we were talking about the exquisite nature
of my back rubs. I am known for given awesome massages and
have actually had someone tell me that I have "orgasmic
fingertips."
James said something about how he hadn't had a back rub from
anyone for a long time. I countered with the fact that my
hands were at use for anyone who needed them. He said that
he may need them soon. Of course I just told him that he
would just need to tell me where and when. He said okay, and
that he might need them for more than his back (implying
sexual needs). This was step two of the disclaimer plan. So
I got behind him put my hands at the very top of his back,
near his shoulders, leaned down and whispered, "Oh don't
worry, I will give you whatever you want, believe me."
There was no reaction from him after this, I don't know if
this was an astonishment factor, or something, but James is
usually never at a loss for words. I just backed up, took my
hands off his body, and just pretended like nothing
happened.
I was really excited now because my plan was moving to step
three (the kiss). I was also scared because I respected him
as a friend and I didn't want to jeopardize that. I asked
our friends if they thought it was okay, and they all agreed
that he was getting what he deserved and that if he got
pissed, they were on my side, so that made me feel better.

It must have been about a week and a half later, on a Friday
night. We were in his room consuming alcoholic beverages.
Well really just one, Jose Cuervo. Taking shots made by Jose
is my favorite drink, and I don't really drink that often,
so this was a treat. Not only did I have my favorite
drinking material, James was drinking with me. After a few
(5 or 6) shots in an hour or so we were pretty buzzed, going
on getting drunk (we are lightweights, maybe a 3.5 or a 4 on
a scale of 1-10).

He asked about the backrub again, and I said, `I am probably
too intoxicated to do anything "orgasmic" tonight.'

And he said, "I don't know about that," and winked at me.

I said, "You know you are hitting on me again?"

He said, "Isn't that the point?"

I was pretty confused because we were both drunk and didn't
know if he was meaning to hit on me but I just said, "If
that's what you want," and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't
even open mouthed. I just wanted to make the point that he
shouldn't hit on gay guys unless he wants to be hit on by
them.

When I pulled back I looked at his eyes and he definitely
looked incredulous. I asked him if he was okay and he just
responded, "How `bout that back rub?"

So we lay down on his bed, he removed his shirt and I sat,
straddling his waist and went to my work. After a good 20
minutes, my hands were getting a little tired, even though I
would have massaged him all night. I leaned down and asked
him how he felt. He said that he felt relaxed and really
tired. I asked him if he wanted me to leave so he could
sleep, but he said no.

I was also tired because it was getting late so I told him I
was tired and going to go to bed. He just said, "there is
plenty of room here." So I dressed down to my t-shirt and
boxers and climbed back in next to him. I don't remember
much about what happened before I fell asleep except for the
warmth of our bodies under the blanket, even though we
weren't touching.

I woke up the next morning really early, probably about 6:30
or so; it was still dark outside. I don't get hangovers, so
I just felt normal. Suddenly, I remembered what happened the
night before. The spot next to me was empty; James was gone.
I figured he had moved to one of his chairs to get more
comfortable, but he wasn't there either. I hoped my roommate
wasn't concerned that I was absent from my bed. I had made
it home every day this year before three, but not tonight. I
was just sitting there with the thoughts of why and what had
happened between me and James going through my head and
worrying about my roommate when James walked back in.
Apparently he had been in the bathroom.

I asked him how he was and he responded that he was fine. On
the other hand, I felt awkward. I was sitting in his bed
with only underwear clothing my body and he was just
standing there. I figured that 6:30 a.m. was just as good a
time as any to address the issue of what had happened.

"James, about last night, I had to do it to teach you a
lesson. Even if you were drinking, it needed to be done. I'm
sorry, though, because I know you aren't gay. I just love
you. I have grown feelings toward you. I just don't know how
to express them."

He climbed in next to me. "You know I love you too. I'm not
gay, but I do love you as a friend. I am comfortable enough
with myself that I can be in this bed with you, and be able
to hug you and hold you and know you aren't going to want
anything more from me. I'm not going to want to make out
with you, or hold hands with you or anything. But any time
you need a hug, or you have had a bad day, you can come to
me." With that said he wrapped his arms around me and softly
kissed the back of my neck. "I'll always be there for you if
you ever need anything."

I responded, "James, you'll never need anything, because
I'll always be there for you."

I turned around, looked him in his eyes and we kissed. This
time, our mouths opened for each other and a shock went
through my body, I felt like I had never felt before for
anyone. Our tongues collided in a slow dance. It was the
most passionate kiss that I had ever experienced. This kiss
exuded love from both sides. We weren't trying to build some
kind of sexual foundation or anything, we just loved each
other.

"James, if I never kiss you again, it's alright. I just
wanted to know how it felt."

He just said, "It's fine, I know that you have the best
intentions." He smiled as we wrapped ourselves to each other
in the dim light of the morning.