"Whoa," I said. "Wait just a second. I'm not gay!"
"Dude, I saw the magazine. What's that about?"
"I got that as a gag gift, man! Yeah, I looked at it, but I'm not..."
Kyle looked at me carefully. "Oh, man. I guess I fucked up. Look, forget it, OK. But I just thought, you know, you never have a girlfriend, and then with the magazine and all. And I figured I must be right because you're so hot and you never date any girls..."
"You mean you look at me and think I'm hot?"
Kyle blushed. "Well, yeah. I told you I was gay. I've always looked at you. You've got a great body, especially when we go out in the heat and hang out in the park. I'd watch you with your shirt off, and your muscles all slick with sweat. Damn, I can't believe I'm telling you about how you turn me on!"
I couldn't believe it either, but as he did, I could feel my own cock stiffening again. The lust coming from Kyle was affecting me, too. The question was, did I want him to know, or was I still not ready to experience that side of myself? |