"What do you mean?"
"Forget it, Andy."
"Hold on, buddy. You said you're not into pussy. What the fuck is that about?"
"Andy, we've been friends since we were little kids. We grew up together. We went to school together. We played on the varsity team together. We have joined the same college together. But you still don't know me."
"Hey. I know you, Damien. I know you as I know myself. You can't just dump shit on me like this."
"As I said, Andy, forget it."
Andy scratched his head, gazing at his childhood buddy, not believing what he had just heard. What did Damien mean he didn't like pussy? All guys liked pussy. Dicks were made for pussy. There must be something wrong with his friend and he was very concerned.
"Listen, Damien. Tell me, bro. Is it something medical? I mean do you have problems with...," Andy said pointing at Alan's crotch.
"Don't be ridiculous. No nothing's wrong medically."
"So what's wrong then? You got the package dude. I've seen it in the showers. Heck, Damien, I've seen your fucking dick erect and huge when we jerked off watching porn. Fuck, man."
Damien glared at Andy, almost tearing. He had decided to come out to his friend when he discovered that he was gay. But he had kept putting it off until now when Andy suggested that they double date.
"You know Jessica? Damien, she's hot, and Linda says that Jess likes you. Dude, let's just go out and have fun," Andy had said, out of breath, barging in a few minutes ago.
Damien had known that Jessica wanted to get into his pants, but he wasn't interested, not after the incident in the park, which had convinced him once and for all that he liked men not women. And he liked Andy the most. And that hurt like hell.
Two weeks before, a sexy man had lured Damien behind a bush in the park, had pushed him down onto his knees, had thrust his hard dick between his lips, had held his head and fucked his face, and had cummed inside his mouth. Damien had jizzed onto the foliage as soon as the man's squirts started to hit his throat. As the man pulled up his pants, tucking his dick in, Damien knew that he was as gay as they could get.
Slowly, Damien pulled Andy down sitting him on the edge of his bed and looked straight into his piercing black eyes.
"Andy, I don't like pussy. I am gay."
Andy froze. No way. Not Damien. Damien a faggot? No fucking way. He slowly started to shake his head from side to side as if he were in pain. He needed to scream at his friend, to grab him by the hair and shake him senseless. He looked around Damien's small studio apartment for any signs. Of what? Dildos? Nude men magazines? Panties or high-heeled shoes? What was he doing? He couldn't think straight.
Damien took a deep breath and sat next to Andy taking his hand in both his. "You are my best friend Andy. You know that. There is no one in the world that I care for more. But, buddy, you need to accept who I am... what I am."
Andy hung his head low looking at the floor between his bare feet, his hands clasped together, elbows on his knees. Almost in a whisper, he said, "You are wrong, Damien. You can't be gay. I will not allow you to be gay. You will fuck pussy and you will love it coz I know you."
Andy raised his head and looked straight into Damien's moist eyes. He continued: "How can you be gay with a cock bigger than most of us? How can you be a fruit when there's more hair on your legs than there is on your head? How can you be a faggot when most of the girls on campus are after your dick? Tell me, bro, this is a joke, right? You're fucking with my head, aren't you? Please, Damien, tell me you're not a faggot."
As a tear trickled down Damien's cheek, he heaved. "You tell me, Andy. You tell me that my sexual preferences are more important to you than our friendship. Tell me. Do I look different to you? Is there a flaming pink G on my forehead? Do I look like a 'fruit' to you? LOOK AT ME, ANDY."
Andy sensed the anger and the hurt in Damien's voice. But he still could not process the fact that his best friend was into guys, that he liked cock. It simply could not be. He had met gays. He could immediately tell their "faggoty" ways, how they walked, talked, moved their hands, held down their wrists. No way could Damien be a faggot like them. His friend was a guy, a normal guy, a guy who liked to fuck pussy.
"I would have known long ago, Damien. We're so close, I would have known. You don't look or act sissy. Fuck, dude, you're a fucking stud. I would have known, for sure."
"No you wouldn't. You never noticed how when we jerked off I was not watching the porn flick but watching you stroking your dick. You never noticed a damned thing. You took it for granted that I must like what you like. That I am like you. That I can't be different."
"Fuck different, dude. You watched me jerk off and that turned you on? I can't believe it. You'd want me to get naked for you and jerk off for you? To turn you on? No fucking way." Andy grabbed his crotch. "This is a cock, Damien. Just like yours. A COCK. For guys. I have one. You have one. How can you get turned on by something you already have? Huh?"
Andy stood up, rubbing his fingers through his hair, striding back and forth, shaking his head. Suddenly, he turned and faced Damien.
"Listen. I don't believe you are a fag. Ok? I can't think of you fucking another dude or, for Christ's sake, getting fucked by another dude. Tell you what. Let's make a deal."
"There's no deal to be made, Andy," Damien's cheeks were wet with tears. He hurt to watch his best friend refusing to accept him as he was, to be so opinionated, so unrelenting.
"You bet your fucking ass there is. This is the deal, dude. We double date. I know Linda wants to fuck. Jessica has the hots for you. My parents are away for the weekend and we have the house to ourselves," Andy grabbed Damien's shoulder, almost panting. "We take the chicks there and fuck their brains out. Huh? Dude? If you get grossed and do not perform, I will personally go with you to the Roast Chicken gay bar and pick out a dude for you to fuck. This is the deal. If you fail to fuck Jessica, I would be your pal forever and get you hunk dates day and night. Huh, buddy? What do you say?"
Damien wiped the tears off his cheeks. "You just can't accept that I don't like pussy. Ok, fine. If that's what you need to get persuaded, I'll do it. But it hurts me that you can't take my word for it, Andy."
"I fucking will NOT take your word for it because I KNOW you're no homo, D. I love you as my brother, you fuck."
Andy pulled Damien into a buddy hug. "I'm gonna take care of you, bro. Not to worry. You're a fucking stud for women and I'm gonna prove it. Jessica will be fucking ecstatic, dude. I know it."
Damien heaved a sigh. He knew how difficult it is for Andy, being straight, to accept the fact that Damien is attracted to other men sexually. He wondered whether Andy realized the he, Damien, was attracted to him, Andy, sexually. Damien felt miserable.
Andy made sure to choose a romantic place for their double date. The restaurant had dim lighting with booths that seated 4 to 6 people. He kept thinking about Damien. His friend couldn't be a faggot. And Andy was going to prove it to his buddy. Jessica had practically drooled when he told her about the double date.
The two couples ordered, sipped their drinks and held on small talk about campus and stuff. Damien was more quiet than usual, Andy noticed, more pensive, more subdued. He was not very comfortable with Jessica at his side. Andy kept his attention focused on Damien, gauging his reactions to Jessica's forward advances.
At the other side of the table, Damien made himself busy with the food and drink, and when Jessica slid a bit closer to him, hips almost touching, he moved a few inches away. Damien felt he owed it to his friend to at least try. He was attracted to Jessica as a person, but not sexually. He kept comparing how he felt towards Jessica to how he felt towards Andy. Not that he had any doubts, but a deal was a deal. He snickered inwardly at the thought of straight Andy going into a gay bar and trying to get him hooked up with another guy.
Andy had prepared the scene well for the two couples as they stepped into his house. Damien was nervous. Throughout dinner, he hadn't experienced any romantic feelings towards Jessica. Instead, he was more aware of Andy, sitting opposite him, his arm around Linda's shoulder, flirting. Damien had been jealous. And as they paired off on the two couches in the living room, Damien was almost sure of his gayness. He watched as Linda and Andy made out. The kissing, the rubbing, the low moans.
"What's the matter?" Jessica whispered, as Damien gently removed her hand from his thigh. His erecting penis was not caused by Jessica's hand nor by her closeness. His erecting penis was responding to Andy's bulge as he made out with Linda.
"Nothing, Jess," Damien stammered. "It's just... it's ok. Nothing."
