The Aftermath of the Dishevelled Straight Boy
There was a knock at the door.
“Josh?”
“Daniel?” As soon as he heard his name he came through the door. My hand was stroking my hard shaft.
“Mate…”
“I didn’t say come in.”
“What?” He looked straight at me.
I stopped my hand. “What do you want?”
“Where did Carl sleep?”
“What?” So soon, asked so soon, I hadn’t given this answer any thought at all.
“Where did Carl sleep?”
“What… um…” Oh, I am just tuning out.
“What are you doing,” suddenly Daniel’s voice raised. “Are you pulling your self?”
What did he say? Don’t rub your cock. Don’t rub your cock.
He pulled back the doona and my hard, glistening cock fell out into view.”
“You fucken perve.” He threw the blanket back over me and fortunately is covered me completely again. Not one of my finest moments, but I did not say come in.
He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Did you just screw Carl.”
“Oh… um… it wouldn’t actually be my definition of screwing.”
“Did you fool around with him?” he spat out - sloshed clearly - in his most fierce whisper. “Did you two just have sex?”
“Fool around? Would that be a good thing?, or…"
“Bad!” Daniel blurted out. "It would be a bad thing." Which, I must admit, momentarily disappointed me about my brother Daniel, to tell you the truth. I thought he was so enlightened and zen.
“Well what can I say…” Why had you never told Carl I was gay?
“And I don’t want any Bill Clinton semantics, you know what I mean?”
There was silence.
“What can I say?”
I didn’t think you were the type to take advantage of an obviously intoxicated straight boy, who wouldn’t…”
“Who already has.”
“Come on Josh, can’t you see it is just as bad to hit on out-of-it straight boys… as it is girls.”
“He was fully conscious, I didn’t have to resort to the rohypnol, you know, Carl was dead keen,” I said. “You can stop spreading the story that he was unconscious, if that is what you think he is going with.”
“He wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t been hammered.”
“He’s lying to you, he wasn’t nearly that drunk. He was keen.”
Daniel groaned.
“He was really keen. Phew!”
Daniel groaned again. “Nothing about saving a guy’s reputation, from you.”
“What are you talking about? He didn’t just have sex with the family dog. I’m not an animal, I am a person…”
“You are impossible.”
“So are you saying it is okay as long as all us gay guys keep your straight boy secret?”
Daniel shook his head. “I don’t even know what that means.” He looked even more exasperated and turned on his heal and left the room.
“Josh?”
“Daniel?” As soon as he heard his name he came through the door. My hand was stroking my hard shaft.
“Mate…”
“I didn’t say come in.”
“What?” He looked straight at me.
I stopped my hand. “What do you want?”
“Where did Carl sleep?”
“What?” So soon, asked so soon, I hadn’t given this answer any thought at all.
“Where did Carl sleep?”
“What… um…” Oh, I am just tuning out.
“What are you doing,” suddenly Daniel’s voice raised. “Are you pulling your self?”
What did he say? Don’t rub your cock. Don’t rub your cock.
He pulled back the doona and my hard, glistening cock fell out into view.”
“You fucken perve.” He threw the blanket back over me and fortunately is covered me completely again. Not one of my finest moments, but I did not say come in.
He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Did you just screw Carl.”
“Oh… um… it wouldn’t actually be my definition of screwing.”
“Did you fool around with him?” he spat out - sloshed clearly - in his most fierce whisper. “Did you two just have sex?”
“Fool around? Would that be a good thing?, or…"
“Bad!” Daniel blurted out. "It would be a bad thing." Which, I must admit, momentarily disappointed me about my brother Daniel, to tell you the truth. I thought he was so enlightened and zen.
“Well what can I say…” Why had you never told Carl I was gay?
“And I don’t want any Bill Clinton semantics, you know what I mean?”
There was silence.
“What can I say?”
I didn’t think you were the type to take advantage of an obviously intoxicated straight boy, who wouldn’t…”
“Who already has.”
“Come on Josh, can’t you see it is just as bad to hit on out-of-it straight boys… as it is girls.”
“He was fully conscious, I didn’t have to resort to the rohypnol, you know, Carl was dead keen,” I said. “You can stop spreading the story that he was unconscious, if that is what you think he is going with.”
“He wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t been hammered.”
“He’s lying to you, he wasn’t nearly that drunk. He was keen.”
Daniel groaned.
“He was really keen. Phew!”
Daniel groaned again. “Nothing about saving a guy’s reputation, from you.”
“What are you talking about? He didn’t just have sex with the family dog. I’m not an animal, I am a person…”
“You are impossible.”
“So are you saying it is okay as long as all us gay guys keep your straight boy secret?”
Daniel shook his head. “I don’t even know what that means.” He looked even more exasperated and turned on his heal and left the room.
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