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Years ago when I was in my early twenties, and at the prime of my physical development; a friend of mine invited me over to his place because he had some jeans he wanted to give me. The guy was a fashion designer, and much like my wife today, he always had extra samples and such. So, not thinking much of it, I went over. Little did I know that I would be soon invited to join a gay man in bed.
He knew that I was dating a woman, and I figured my sexual preferences were rather clear to him. So I didn’t think twice about kicking it with a gay dude. I’ve always been friendly to the gay community, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m just hanging out with a friend who just happens to be gay. So what?
We’d hung out a few times before, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I even had the guy come over to the house and hang out a few times. I remember my mom would ask me, “Are you gay? It’s okay if you are, I just notice that you guys are always together.” To which I’d reply, I’m not gay mom, we are just buddies.
So I went to his house in Manhattan, and he gave me the tour. He had a nice place, and still, all good in the hood. Then he pulled out the pants, and pointed me to a mirror to check out how they fit. Again, I’m a dude’s dude, and I didn’t think anything of taking down my pants and trying out the pants. Just some dudes hanging out, no issues.
Well, that’s when things got a little weird. My man went to his bed, which was also close to the mirror, he laid down, got comfortable, started to touch himself, and he said, “Hmmmm. Now try the other ones.” At this point, I’m realizing that this dude is thinking that I’m down for whatever he may be thinking, but I just shrugged it off and tried on the other pair of pants. Everything seemed to fit rather snug and well. I gotta admit, I looked pretty hot in the pants. Can’t blame him for liking what he was seeing.
He looked at me with lust in his eyes, and invited me towards the bed. I looked at him, now fully aware that my buddy somehow got the wrong impression about my visit. I said, “Bro, you know I’m straight right? You’ve seen me with the ladies, and we’ve even talked about you introducing me to some of your lady friends. Seems like you are confused?”
He replied, “I know what you say, but I thought you might be interested. I mean, look at your actions! You did come to my house, and you did take off your pants in my bedroom. I thought it was a clear sign or something. There must be a part of you that wants to do this.” Now, for a guy like me, who has experienced his penis being grabbed in the gym shower, this wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary.
However, at that point, I think that it’s time go. I tell him “I’m gonna head home. You can keep the pants man, I’m sorry that I misled you, but this is definitely not happening.” He apologized for coming on strong and told me to take the pants. I took them, nodded, and left.
I don’t recall that we hung out after that. I guess he was under the impression that I was secretly down to hook up, and that maybe I was hiding my sexual preference? But that day confirmed that I was not, and he pretty much disappeared after that. I wonder whatever happened to that dude, it’s been a very long time since I had that invitation to join a gay man in bed.